Post by hawkeye on Jun 7, 2022 1:36:13 GMT
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit"
"Introducing first, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, she stands at five foot five and comes in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, REBECCA RAVAGE!"
The crowd stands up and boos the returning Ravage in unison as "Dirty Deeds" by Joan Jett begins to play and the tron rapidly flashes a "Double R" logo to the beat of her theme.
DIRTY DEEDS - JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS
The returning New Yorker swipes the curtain aside, stepping out, clad in black sports bra and long purple tights with "R.R" printed along the length on her tights, completed with white boots and taped fists.
REBECCA RAVAGE
While her outfit has changed, her nasty attitude certainly has not, Rebecca greeting many in attendance with the finger as she heads to the ring.
The tawdry wrestler slides under the bottom rope and hops onto the middle, rubbing her crotch with her middle finger before delivering a loud "F**K YOU" to the crowd.
"I am back and I am going to destroy this bitch!"
The crowd doesn’t have to wait long to discover for whom Rebecca is back when the lights dim and the classic O Fortuna echoes through the arena.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
Having escaped what many thought her perpetual fate and returned a changed woman to glorious success in a victory over Zoe Scott, the resurrected Ultimate Image is again ready for action. The FAWNatics respond with unrestrained joy, the returning and no longer bad Dream having won them over in besting the despised Brit.
A single spot breaks the gloom and their roar is amplified.
The assembled rise in a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appears, again in the spotlight figuratively and literally.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes her with a resounding, ear-splitting ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin.
Again. This is no Red Lisa. Nor is it the timeless, self-absorbed Dream from years prior. Clad in neither her iconic, skin-tight, black leather nor the red version, Lisa is instead a vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel has eluded the demons imprisoning her to find redemption in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, apparently everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
LISA DREAM
The Personification of Perfection strides down the ramp and aisle having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike.
The Dream has an eerie smile in place, eerie in that it seems sincere, Lisa nodding to the cheers and now comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa takes a lap around the squared circle, a fuming Ravage keeping her eyes glued to Dream’s promenade.
The reborn Lisa reaches the ring steps and ascends.
Dream halts for a long look around the bowl, beaming under the adulation, then slips through the ropes. She moves to the middle and bows to the exalting crowd.
Perhaps most surprising tonight, Lisa is without her previously omnipresent microphone, instead cautiously waving toward the cheering throngs, apparently deciding to let her actions speak rather than words. It only seems to endear her more and Lisa moves to her home corner as her music fades.
The announcer completes his duties.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 117 pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and refugee from the River Styx…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream affirms the man’s new moniker and bows in his direction, then the fans, and finally an agitated Rebecca, Ravage ready for the disgusting pleasantries to be over.
DING!
Ravage makes a B-line to the center of the ring where she meets the re-invented Dream. The wrestlers take a few side-steps before lunging at each other in a collar-and-elbow lock up! Rebecca and Lisa jockey hard for position but Ravage eventually gains advantage by raking Lisa on the face!
"You like that? Bitch!" Rebecca snarls as she grabs Dream by her hair and sends her face-first into the turnbuckle! Lisa backpedals woozily but The Brooklyn Brawler throws her back into the corner and gives her opponent a few good stomps to her stomach causing Lisa to slump deeper and deeper into the corner before Ravage picks her up by her wrist and whips her into the opposite corner!
THUD!
Lisa groans as her back meets the padded corner, holding onto the top ropes to stop herself falling over. Far in the distance, Rebecca measures Lisa up and charges at her like a bull -- "UGHH!!" -- Dream thwarts the offensive with a back elbow that sends Rebecca spiraling to the center. Ravage attempts another charging attack at her opponent but this time, Lisa makes Ravage eat the turnbuckle! Lisa spins Rebecca around and pummels her opponent with haymakers until the count of "ONE...TWO...THREE..."
Lisa stops her attack and rallies the crowd as Ravage staggers out of her corner. Before Rebecca can collect her senses, the fired-up Dream doubles her over with a toe kick to her stomach and traps her with a side-headlock! The Personification of Perfection drags Rebecca along with a couple of quick steps and drives her opponent face first into the canvas with a bulldog!
BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8EwAtjTjsg&ab_channel=MC1738
Rebecca rolls over upon impact, setting herself up to be covered by Lisa for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!!!
Ravage kicks out at the count of two, shaking the cobwebs from her head as she rolls onto all fours.
"GET UP!" Dream snarls as she pulls Rebecca up to boot leather and shoves her into the ropes. Hands firmly grasping Rebecca's wrist, Lisa sends the fellow New Yorker flying across the ring and follows her to the center. Lisa doubles over as Rebecca returns and ---SMACK!-- Rebecca sends Lisa back upright with a kick to the chest!
Rebecca capitalizes on her stunned opponent and wraps her arm across Lisa's neck before dropping onto fours, snapping Dream's back over hers!
INVERTED HEADLOCK BACKBREAKER
youtu.be/hPc9QBzBV1k
Ravage seeks out a quick victory and covers for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!!
Lisa forcefully shoots up her arm at the count of two!
"That was three! Asshole!" Rebecca slaps the mat as she complains to the official but to no effect.
Lisa pushes to all fours as Ravage continues to complain, getting in the man’s grill before noting The Dream’s slow rise. With the brunette gradually making it to vertical, Double-R turns and drives a toe kick deep into the legend’s tummy, creasing Lisa’s frame at the waist, Dream’s dark eyes bulging.
Rebecca pulls the head of the bowed and gasping Dream between her legs and clamps on a standing head scissors then reaches down Lisa’s back, slipping her fingers in the leg holes of the panties beneath The Dream’s diaphanous skirt.
A grinning Ravage YANKS the material toward her, creating a wedgie of epic proportions, Lisa yelping in pain, rising to her tiptoes in a vain effort to lessen the pain.
“I could steal your Symphony right now,” Rebecca threatens, “but what kind of lame-ass wants to copy you?”
Instead, the Brooklyn Brawler gives up her grips and wraps her arms around Lisa’s gulping midriff, ready to launch her foe into a disaster of unknown magnitude for the Manhattanite. But before Ravage can lift and place Rebecca on her shoulders for God knows what, the veteran uses a leg to block her ascent, grapevining the limb as best she can around one of the blonde’s.
Rebecca tries to vault Dream heavenward again but can’t bust through the obstructing limb. Instead of a third try, Ravage dismounts Lisa’s lowered noggin and rains several forearms into the small of The Dream’s back, collapsing the Ultimate Image to one knee.
Ravage turns and races to the ropes, then rebounds at ramming speed, driving a raised knee into Lisa’s chin and laying out the refugee from h-e-double hockey sticks. In a splattered single file, Dream’s eyes glazed as she stares blankly into the rafters, Ravage kicks the alabaster stems of The Dream wide then turns and heads for the heights.
Climbing the buckles, Rebecca reaches the top and spins to face her softly stirring target. With Dream’s legs still spread, the snarling Ravage launches from her perch, arms tight to her side, noggin leading the way. She plummets and NAILS Lisa’s crotch with a diving headbutt.
Lisa sits bolt upright from the anguish, her jaw dropping, eyes welling with tears as her hands shoot to her throbbing nether region. Ravage pushes to her knees between her foe’s lower limbs, a less-than-guilty smile on her face.
“You thought you made it out of hell, but then you have to face me.”
Ravage piefaces the sniveling Dream back to horizontal, the Dreamophiles letting their feelings known with a raft of boos raining down on the Brooklyn Brawler, Rebecca unable to care less.
Ravage grabs a leg of her counterpart and spins Lisa’s frame like a wheel of fortune, Dream’s head ending near the kneeling Rebecca. Ravage moves to a seated position, pulling the back of Dream’s skull into her lap before clamping down with her sinewy stems in a tight, figure-four headlock.
Ravage pushes up on her palms as she squeezes her thigh muscles taut, getting the maximum crushing power out of her legs. Grabbing the top of the boot of her crossed stem, Ravage increases the vice-like pressure all the more, Lisa’s face turning from pink to beet red.
Dream ends her useless prying and instead shifts her frame, slowly turning her position until she can finally lay an ankle across the bottom rope. She squeaks out a plea for release the official amplifies, Nick Castle only getting the required response at ‘FOUR’. Ravage releases and slowly pushes to her feet, enjoying taking a legend out for a leisurely spin.
Reaching down, Rebecca corrals Lisa’s head with both hands and pulls The Dream to her feet. Lisa sweeps both arms high to break the grip and lands a forearm flush to Rebecca’s jaw, the blonde’s head snapping back from the impact.
But they don’t call her the Brooklyn Brawler for nothing, and Ravage returns fire with one, two then three of her own, until a wavering Dream leans groggily into a corner, throwing an arm over the top rope on either side, looking plenty the worse for wear for taking Ravage on at her game.
With Lisa cornered, Ravage has her adversary in one of Double-Rs’ favorite locations. The blonde kicks out Lisa’s legs, first right then left, until The Dream plops to her back side, the brunette’s head lolling as her upper half leans deep into the corner, Lisa looking like she needs more time to adjust to life back on the Earth’s surface.
Rebecca turns and jogs to the opposite corner where she slaps the top buckle then turns on a dime and sprints at ‘lounging’ Dream, hardly ready for more high impact. Ravage launches from several feet out, legs extended, the juncture of her thighs aimed at Lisa’s flawless features for the first thumping of a bronco busting.
But at the last second, Lisa rolls clear and instead of sending crotch to nose and ass to throat, rocking The Dream, Ravage’s undercarriage instead says howdy-do to the metal post behind the buckles, Rebecca sailing between the top and middle buckles until her kitty meets steel.
Eyes rolling white, Ravage flops backwards into a mini-Tree of Woe, spine arching, crown of her head against the canvas.
Catching her breath for a second, Lisa pushes wearily to her feet and stomps the Brooklynite into a mudhole of Jersey proportions, The Dream taking out some frustrations and leaving the blonde a turtled mess at her feet.
Lisa raises a clenched first, shouting out to the assembled, “Let’s go Dreamers!”
Most of the FAWNatics respond enthusiastically.
As Rebecca struggles to free herself from the rope, the fired-up Dream sprints back to the corner and springboards off the second ropes and STOMPS The Brooklyn Brawler back into the canvas, causing the crowd to let out a sympathetic "OOOOO". Lisa dis-entangles Ravage from the ropes and drags her back to the center of the ring where she covers her for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOO!!!!
The Brooklyn Brawler barely survives with a kick out at 2.9! Looks like Lisa hasn't stomped the fight out of her yet! Lisa rides on her momentum and pulls Ravage to boot-leather, pushing her jellied-body into the ropes before whipping her across the ring! Dream follows to the center of the ring where she waits for a returning Ravage and knocks her back into the canvas with a beautiful Dropkick!
SOMERSAULT DROPKICK
youtu.be/zyc2nYGkWnk
The Ultimate Image of Perfection pushes up to her feet after flooring her opponent, rallying the crowd once more before making a sprint to the adjacent ropes. Lisa hops onto the second rope and transitions into a beautiful backflip. splashing Rebecca across the belly! "UGHHH" Rebecca groans and sits up slightly on impact but Lisa shoves her back into the canvas and hooks her leg for the...
DREAMYSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71Qt01zUoyM&ab_channel=Shibbyz
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOO!!!
The kickout surprises Lisa as she looks to the ref with her eyes wide, Rebecca rolling out of the ring for refuge. Dream measures Ravage and flies to the far ropes, gathering speed as she returns and dives out of the---OHHH!!!! Rebecca recovers and sends a stiff forearm into Lisa's cheeks in mid-air causing her to splatter on the ground!
Rebecca catches her breath for a few more seconds before yanking the starfish-ed Lisa off the ground.
"Get wrecked bitch!" Rebecca snarls as she tucks Lisa's head between her stems and hauls her onto the shoulder, turning towards the ring apron and Powerbomb-ing Lisa onto the edge of the ring!
APRON POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVlLgbAQiIE&ab_channel=the.devil.himself
"URRGHHHHH!!!!" Lisa cries in anguish as she slumps to her knees, but Double-R pulls her up from behind and sends a clothesline to the back of her neck!
NORTHERN CLOTHESLINE
youtu.be/uIRizTdWfNE
Lisa drops to all fours, clutching the back of her neck in agony. The blonde yanks the brunette up by her hair and her waistband, spinning her a full round before throwing her back into the ring. Eager to win, Rebecca doesn't take any further measures and rolls Lisa onto her back for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOO!!!
Dream kicks out strongly at 2.5, a testament to her ring veteran status, but the fellow New Yorker isn't fazed. Rebecca pins Lisa back down with a knee to her scapula and cups both hands under her clammy chin, pulling it up in a modified Camel Clutch!
"GIVE UP BITCH! GIVE UP!"
The captured Lisa squirms, chest to the canvas, but to no avail. The brunette pushes her palms to the mat, trying to create some space between her and the mat, but Rebecca’s mass won’t allow it, Ravage genuflecting against the small of Dream’s back and YANKING back on Lisa’s head, neck and spine.
“DID YOU HEAR ME?! QUIT!” Ravage screams.
The ref hears and lowers to the canvas in front of the pain-racked features of Lisa Legend, asking in softer tones if The Dream wants to surrender, while the Brooklyn Brawler shouts it from her six.
With Rebecca’s laced hands cupping Dream’s jaw, clamping it shut with the Clutch, Lisa can only manage a muted ‘nnnmmmph’, the ref translates as a ‘no’.
Frustrated, Ravage releases her Clutch grip, instead sinking both hands into Dream’s shoulder-length locks and the scalp beneath then POUNDS Lisa’s face into the canvas-covered plywood, Dream’s features bouncing brutally off the deck.
In a daze from the concussive blow, Lisa offers little in the way of resistance as Rebecca hauls Dream up as she rises, Lisa in a glassy-eyed stupor, her body slack, the Ultimate Image only reaching vertical with the ‘help’ of the Brawler.
Holding onto a shoulder to make sure her target remains upright, Ravage sends a nasty head butt to the bridge of Lisa’s beak, leaving Dream out on her feet. The blonde pirouettes into further devastation of The Dream with a Discus Clothesline that nearly RIPS Lisa’s head from her shoulders while sending Dream’s spine CRASHING to the canvas, Lisa laid out in a wide spreadeagle, staring blankly into space.
Discus Clothesline ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbZN3e89s18 )
Passing on a pin, the Brooklynite heads for the nearest corner, flipping off the Dreamophiles after climbing to the top, the boos raining down on her in a torrent. The blonde turns to face the fallen Dream, measuring the veteran for a last brutal impact. Ravage launches high into the Orlando airspace and comes plummeting down with an elbow drawn.
Diving Elbow Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb7-M648y3g ) :19
The point impales the cleft of Lisa’s bosom, Dream spasming from the destructive drop then falling still. A satisfied Ravage crawls to the splayed Dream, in front of Lisa’s stunned Dreamers, the FAWNatics silent in dread of her defeat. Ravage drops across in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa brings the assembled off the edge of their seats by lifting a shoulder with a split-second to spare. Still, she remains in dire straits.
A furious Rebecca slaps Lisa’s midriff raw with a series of stinging spanks to her tummy. Ravage grabs a wrist and shoulder and RIPS the wincing Dream to her feet and, in one fluid motion, flings Lisa to a far corner with an Irish Whip. The Dream turns into a back-first collision at a breakneck pace. The brunette’s body is rocked by the force. She sags into the buckles, remaining upright only by throwing an arm over the top rope on either side.
Enjoying her control over Hell’s reformed escapee, Ravage saunters to her foe this time. Reaching the flaccid Dream, Rebecca mounts the middle cables, a leg on either side, and thrusts her hips forward, suggestively banging her lower pelvis into the chin, lips and nose of The Dream, battering her foe with an insistent version of her signature Rude Awakening.
But the Ultimate Image seems drowsier with each THWAP to her face from the juncture of Rebecca’s thighs, Ravage enjoying humiliating The Dream as much as bouncing the senses out of her counterpart’s braincase.
Finally satisfied with her fun, Ravage drops to her boot soles, sweeps her arms behind Lisa’s quaking thighs, and lifts the Dream to a seat on the top buckle. Rebecca nuzzles in close, pulling the dazed Dream from her perch to a new seated position, this on the shoulders of the Brooklyn Brawler.
The blonde pulls Dream away from the corner at the ref’s urging but also of her own volition as she carries a swaying Lisa across the canvas toward a launch to the opposite buckles courtesy another favorite of the New Yorker’s, a turnbuckle powerbomb.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUPnNQ_iwAU )
Before Rebecca gets in range to launch Lisa on her way, Dream emerges from her trance, pounding fist after fist into the left temple of her foe until the accumulation causes Ravage to drop her cargo. The Dream’s feet back on the canvas, Lisa landing face to face with Ravage, both women are woozy from the war.
Thinking quickly and acting to match, Lisa pulls Ravage into a bearhug that’s tight enough to lift the blonde off the deck. The Dream drops to one knee and splits Rebecca’s wickets with a crotch-pounding inverted atomic drop. The Brawler hops into the air, hands buried between her thighs, the pain pulsating from her privates.
With her adversary frozen in front of her, baby blues bulging, the legend drives a toe kick DEEP into Rebecca’s navel, folding Ravage at the waist. With the Dreamophiles calling for a Bittersweet Symphony, Lisa instead heads for the ropes at Rebecca’s left side. The Dream rebounds out of the cables at full speed and sweep a looping club of a right forearm across the back of Ravage’s neck, sending the Brawler face-first to the canvas with her infamous Dreamsicle, the maneuver apparently having not melted from Lisa’s arsenal during her time in the underworld.
With Ravage face down and barely stirring, the Ultimate Image drops to her knees next to her foe and shovels Rebecca to her back. She presses tight in a crossbody pin, hooking the near leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It’s the Brawler’s turn to prevent a victory, a flustered Lisa taking a brief glimpse at the official before thinking better of pressing an argument.
It’s likely the wise choice as the battle-tested Ravage is pushing up to continue the fight. The Dream grabs Rebecca’s head in a two-hand grip to ‘help’ her up the rest of the way. Lisa slips an arm between the wobbly stems of the Brooklynite and ‘hups’ Ravage across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
What the Dream is preparing for Ravage no one discovers, as Rebecca pumps elbow after elbow into Lisa’s ear, the Brawler dropping behind the battered Dream. Ravage swipes with a clothesline aimed at the back of Lisa’s neck, but The Dream’s learned a lesson from a simalar earlier attack.
Dream ducks under and Ravage lurches in front of her foe after the swing and miss. Lisa sweeps a backhand grip across the front of Rebecca’s throat, drawing the Brooklyn Brawler into a dragon sleeper position, but the resurrected Dream has no intention of sending Ravage to Dreamland slowly. Instead, she spins into a perfectly executed cutter that delivers Rebecca’s forehead to the canvas with extreme dreaminess.
Dreamy Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRiL72oLrus ) :24
Ravage flops into a starfish and Lisa goes for the cover and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The battle-weary Lisa struggles to her feet, helping herself to a handful of blonde locks as she rises, dragging her groggy opponent towards the corner before throwing her back onto the deck with a scoop slam. The Image of Perfection slaps the turnbuckle padding and rallies the crowd with an arm raised, signaling for a high risk maneuver while the crowd pops. Lisa steps out of the ring and climbs to the top buckle, measuring Ravage up as she perches on the top before throwing herself into the ai---NOOOO!!!!
Lisa misses her mark as The Brooklyn Brawler rolls out of the way. As Lisa clutches her body in pain, Rebecca sneaks to her side and rolls her up for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!!
What a close shave for Dream!
Rebecca slams her fist into the canvas but is too exhausted to make a complaint at this point. Palms on one posted knee, Rebecca pushes herself up and marches towards the corner. As Lisa struggles to her feet, Rebecca pulls down her knee pad, baring her teeth as Dream turns around. Ravage flips Lisa with a double bird and charges with the intention to drive a knee to her gut! Lisa thwarts the attempt with a double slap to her leading knee, spinning her opponent around.
Lisa capitalizes on this positioning and hops onto The Brooklynite's shoulders looking to deliver the match ending Dreamdriver! But Rebecca reacts with quick thinking, throwing herself and Dream back into the canvas!
ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP
youtu.be/vMh7ZrgkRQw
Rebecca breathes a sigh of relief and wipes the sweat off her brows after narrowly escaping a sure loss. The Brooklyn Brawler climbs back to her feet and doubles Dream over with a kick to the midsection before driving her headfirst into the canvas with a DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSI8uJp6Cjw&ab_channel=ShabbirF
"Dream is over bitch!", Ravage flips the lifeless Dream onto her back and covers her for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!!
"WHAT!" Rebecca slaps the canvas in shock and anger, but immediately gets back to work. Rebecca pulls the Dream into a standing headscissors and wraps her arm around Lisa's waist. "HUERGHH!" Rebecca grunts as she tries to lift Lisa off the ground but Dream fights off the attempt with flutter kicks in the air. The frustrated Ravage lays a couple of forearms into the small of Lisa's back before trying once more.
"HURGHH---NO!" Dream resists the piledriver attempt and reverses with a back body drop! The weary Lisa staggers into the near ropes to catch a breather.
"ARGHHH--YO--UGHH!" Rebecca scrambles to her feet with hand clutching her back but walks right into a spinning heel kick that lays her out on the canvas!
SPINNING HEEL KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yrbc9qIb-v4&t=30s&ab_channel=IssacGore
Lisa’s slow to take advantage of her connection of boot to braincase, instead shaking out the cobwebs from the after-effects of the DDT. With Ravage stirring, she passes on a pin attempt, instead grabbing a wrist and tugging Rebecca to her feet.
The Dream starts to send Ravage off with an Irish Whip to the far corner, but Rebecca reverses and it’s the brunette sent scurrying toward a chest-first collision. However, as Lisa approaches her destination, she hops to the middle ropes, grabbing the top ones and launches into a blind backward leap experience tells her will find Ravage.
Lisa’s springboard back elbow finds its mark, CRASHING into the blonde’s jaw and planting her to the canvas.
Springboard Back Elbow ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvzAzirRJkU )
The force of the blow sends Ravage back-somersaulting to her chest, leaving her in a daze.
Lisa shovels Rebecca to her back and covers in a cross-body for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
The Brooklyn Brawler’s made of tougher stuff and shoves a shoulder up, the Dreamophiles groaning in disappointment at her escape.
Lisa shows a hint of discouragement but is quickly pulling Ravage up for more. Keeping the Brawler stooped with both women on their feet, The Dream tugs Rebecca’s lowered head between her thighs, clamping on a standing head scissors.
The FAWNatics seem more than ready for the return of Lisa’s Bittersweet Symphony but before Dream can take hand-paddles to available backside, Ravage shows there’s fight left in her. Wrapping her arms around Lisa’s sinewy thighs, it’s Rebecca’s turn to reverse to a back body drop.
Lisa arches in pain from the landing, her flawless features twisted, hand reaching for the base of her spine. Immediately, the Brawler tugs hell’s refugee off her ass by her shoulder-length, dark locks.
When Ravage spins Dream to face her, Lisa breaks lose of the grip with raised arms. But before she can transfer them to a hold on the Brawler, Rebecca GUTS her foe with a toe kick to the tummy.
Taking Lisa’s lowered head in a front facelock, Ravage lifts her free arm and uses it like a pendulum to swing through a nasty neckbreaker, PLANTING the Ultimate Image to the deck with extreme prejudice.
Swinging Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA2kbPWouWk )
With Dream splayed, Ravage rolls to a cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
Ravage is confused and outraged. Lisa’s shoulders remain flat to the mat. But as the blonde protests to the official, the man points to Lisa’s left leg, draped over the bottom rope, breaking the count.
“You have to be fuckin’ kidding me.”
The ref assures her he is not.
“Good. Bytch deserves the hard way.”
Ravage tugs a rubbery Dream to her feet and pulls Lisa’s head between her thighs. She wraps her arms around Lisa’s gulping midriff and launches The Dream up her frame to a seat on her shoulders.
While it may appear to the uninitiated a powerbomb is Dream’s future, the true blue know the Ravaging Driver is on the way to send Lisa to hell of another kind.
Ravaging Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2klSBmxGZTU ) :13
Yet again Dream has an answer prior to Rebecca finishing the job. Before she’s flung over the top, Lisa pounds right fist after fist into Rebecca’s temple and, with the Brawler finally woozy, Lisa throws her frame in reverse, taking Ravage down with a modified hurricarana.
The Dream passes on a pin, yanking Ravage to her feet and going to the well again tugging her foe into a standing head scissors, Lisa apparently determined to play her return Symphony.
With Rebecca slack, unable to resist, Lisa teases her humiliating spanking scissors to the crowd but then shakes her head ‘no’, the Bittersweet Symphony apparently remaining in the underworld as part of the payment for release.
Instead, she underhooks Ravage’s flaccid arms then reaches for a grip behind Rebecca’s knees, lifting Ravage off the deck and SPIKING the crown of her foe’s skull with a package piledriver later found to be called the Fallen Angel.
Fallen Nagel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p_Oi3Im-ME )
A limp Ravage spreads into a motionless starfish and Lisa flops atop in a back press for the emphatic…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Releasing the Brawler’s left leg, Lisa draws in deep breaths while lounging on her vanquished foe, too spent to fully react to the ring announcer.
“Your winner, by pinfall, Lisa Dream!”
Dream raises her arms to the roar of the crowd. But the sounds from the Dreamers quickly turns to one of worry. Lisa finds out why when she’s pulled off Ravage by her hair, ripped to her feet, then turned to face a furious Maddy Mayhem.
"Miss me?" Maddy questions as she forces Lisa to face her before sending her face first into the turnbuckle. Mayhem catches Lisa's head as she stumbles back and smashes her head a few more times before tossing her back to the center of the ring.
Disorientated, a fallen Lisa struggles to all fours, trying to regain her bearings, when a shadow is cast over her and the weight of Mayhem drives her face first into the canvas!
DELIRIUM DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UHgQXWX2NU
Dream flops onto her back upon impact, spreading out like a Starfish after the attack. As much as The Dreamers want the attacks against their new heroine to stop, Mayhem isn't keen on granting their wishes.
"GET UP PARTNER!" Maddy pats Ravage on her back before pulling her to her feet.
Exchanging sinister smiles, the reunited Wrecking Crew marches towards Lisa and yanks her limp body up and sets her head between Ravage's thighs. Without resistance from Lisa, Ravage easily picks her up onto her shoulders this time as Maddy gets down on one posted knee.
Not even realizing the predicament she's in, Lisa's sleepy face wrinkles in agony as Ravage powerbombs Lisa into the posted knee!
"Ughhhhhhhhh........." Lisa groans out in pain before settling into the canvas.
"Oh! I almost forgot who you are with this silly outfit! I thought we were destroying the wrong girl!" Maddy exclaims as she presses Lisa's head in place with a boot.
"I remember! You are Lisa! Red Lisa or whatever you call yourself these days...Look I'm gonna be straight with ya! I don't like you! Especially losing to you! Crazy's my thing, not yours! So let's fight once more shall we? Find out who's crazier? What do you say?"
Lisa struggles to speak as Maddy crushes her skull with a boot.
"Oh sorry!" Maddy cups her ear and moves near Lisa hearing her utter "You're...on..."
"Alright! I know you will be a good sport! HAH!" her demands met, Maddy chirps as she leaves the arena with her partner.
"Introducing first, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, she stands at five foot five and comes in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, REBECCA RAVAGE!"
The crowd stands up and boos the returning Ravage in unison as "Dirty Deeds" by Joan Jett begins to play and the tron rapidly flashes a "Double R" logo to the beat of her theme.
DIRTY DEEDS - JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS
The returning New Yorker swipes the curtain aside, stepping out, clad in black sports bra and long purple tights with "R.R" printed along the length on her tights, completed with white boots and taped fists.
REBECCA RAVAGE
While her outfit has changed, her nasty attitude certainly has not, Rebecca greeting many in attendance with the finger as she heads to the ring.
The tawdry wrestler slides under the bottom rope and hops onto the middle, rubbing her crotch with her middle finger before delivering a loud "F**K YOU" to the crowd.
"I am back and I am going to destroy this bitch!"
The crowd doesn’t have to wait long to discover for whom Rebecca is back when the lights dim and the classic O Fortuna echoes through the arena.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
Having escaped what many thought her perpetual fate and returned a changed woman to glorious success in a victory over Zoe Scott, the resurrected Ultimate Image is again ready for action. The FAWNatics respond with unrestrained joy, the returning and no longer bad Dream having won them over in besting the despised Brit.
A single spot breaks the gloom and their roar is amplified.
The assembled rise in a crescendo along with the stirring music when the industry icon appears, again in the spotlight figuratively and literally.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes her with a resounding, ear-splitting ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin.
Again. This is no Red Lisa. Nor is it the timeless, self-absorbed Dream from years prior. Clad in neither her iconic, skin-tight, black leather nor the red version, Lisa is instead a vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel has eluded the demons imprisoning her to find redemption in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, apparently everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
LISA DREAM
The Personification of Perfection strides down the ramp and aisle having sent a chill down the spine of Dreamophile and Dreamophobe alike.
The Dream has an eerie smile in place, eerie in that it seems sincere, Lisa nodding to the cheers and now comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa takes a lap around the squared circle, a fuming Ravage keeping her eyes glued to Dream’s promenade.
The reborn Lisa reaches the ring steps and ascends.
Dream halts for a long look around the bowl, beaming under the adulation, then slips through the ropes. She moves to the middle and bows to the exalting crowd.
Perhaps most surprising tonight, Lisa is without her previously omnipresent microphone, instead cautiously waving toward the cheering throngs, apparently deciding to let her actions speak rather than words. It only seems to endear her more and Lisa moves to her home corner as her music fades.
The announcer completes his duties.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 117 pounds, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… and refugee from the River Styx…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream affirms the man’s new moniker and bows in his direction, then the fans, and finally an agitated Rebecca, Ravage ready for the disgusting pleasantries to be over.
DING!
Ravage makes a B-line to the center of the ring where she meets the re-invented Dream. The wrestlers take a few side-steps before lunging at each other in a collar-and-elbow lock up! Rebecca and Lisa jockey hard for position but Ravage eventually gains advantage by raking Lisa on the face!
"You like that? Bitch!" Rebecca snarls as she grabs Dream by her hair and sends her face-first into the turnbuckle! Lisa backpedals woozily but The Brooklyn Brawler throws her back into the corner and gives her opponent a few good stomps to her stomach causing Lisa to slump deeper and deeper into the corner before Ravage picks her up by her wrist and whips her into the opposite corner!
THUD!
Lisa groans as her back meets the padded corner, holding onto the top ropes to stop herself falling over. Far in the distance, Rebecca measures Lisa up and charges at her like a bull -- "UGHH!!" -- Dream thwarts the offensive with a back elbow that sends Rebecca spiraling to the center. Ravage attempts another charging attack at her opponent but this time, Lisa makes Ravage eat the turnbuckle! Lisa spins Rebecca around and pummels her opponent with haymakers until the count of "ONE...TWO...THREE..."
Lisa stops her attack and rallies the crowd as Ravage staggers out of her corner. Before Rebecca can collect her senses, the fired-up Dream doubles her over with a toe kick to her stomach and traps her with a side-headlock! The Personification of Perfection drags Rebecca along with a couple of quick steps and drives her opponent face first into the canvas with a bulldog!
BULLDOG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8EwAtjTjsg&ab_channel=MC1738
Rebecca rolls over upon impact, setting herself up to be covered by Lisa for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!!!!
Ravage kicks out at the count of two, shaking the cobwebs from her head as she rolls onto all fours.
"GET UP!" Dream snarls as she pulls Rebecca up to boot leather and shoves her into the ropes. Hands firmly grasping Rebecca's wrist, Lisa sends the fellow New Yorker flying across the ring and follows her to the center. Lisa doubles over as Rebecca returns and ---SMACK!-- Rebecca sends Lisa back upright with a kick to the chest!
Rebecca capitalizes on her stunned opponent and wraps her arm across Lisa's neck before dropping onto fours, snapping Dream's back over hers!
INVERTED HEADLOCK BACKBREAKER
youtu.be/hPc9QBzBV1k
Ravage seeks out a quick victory and covers for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!!
Lisa forcefully shoots up her arm at the count of two!
"That was three! Asshole!" Rebecca slaps the mat as she complains to the official but to no effect.
Lisa pushes to all fours as Ravage continues to complain, getting in the man’s grill before noting The Dream’s slow rise. With the brunette gradually making it to vertical, Double-R turns and drives a toe kick deep into the legend’s tummy, creasing Lisa’s frame at the waist, Dream’s dark eyes bulging.
Rebecca pulls the head of the bowed and gasping Dream between her legs and clamps on a standing head scissors then reaches down Lisa’s back, slipping her fingers in the leg holes of the panties beneath The Dream’s diaphanous skirt.
A grinning Ravage YANKS the material toward her, creating a wedgie of epic proportions, Lisa yelping in pain, rising to her tiptoes in a vain effort to lessen the pain.
“I could steal your Symphony right now,” Rebecca threatens, “but what kind of lame-ass wants to copy you?”
Instead, the Brooklyn Brawler gives up her grips and wraps her arms around Lisa’s gulping midriff, ready to launch her foe into a disaster of unknown magnitude for the Manhattanite. But before Ravage can lift and place Rebecca on her shoulders for God knows what, the veteran uses a leg to block her ascent, grapevining the limb as best she can around one of the blonde’s.
Rebecca tries to vault Dream heavenward again but can’t bust through the obstructing limb. Instead of a third try, Ravage dismounts Lisa’s lowered noggin and rains several forearms into the small of The Dream’s back, collapsing the Ultimate Image to one knee.
Ravage turns and races to the ropes, then rebounds at ramming speed, driving a raised knee into Lisa’s chin and laying out the refugee from h-e-double hockey sticks. In a splattered single file, Dream’s eyes glazed as she stares blankly into the rafters, Ravage kicks the alabaster stems of The Dream wide then turns and heads for the heights.
Climbing the buckles, Rebecca reaches the top and spins to face her softly stirring target. With Dream’s legs still spread, the snarling Ravage launches from her perch, arms tight to her side, noggin leading the way. She plummets and NAILS Lisa’s crotch with a diving headbutt.
Lisa sits bolt upright from the anguish, her jaw dropping, eyes welling with tears as her hands shoot to her throbbing nether region. Ravage pushes to her knees between her foe’s lower limbs, a less-than-guilty smile on her face.
“You thought you made it out of hell, but then you have to face me.”
Ravage piefaces the sniveling Dream back to horizontal, the Dreamophiles letting their feelings known with a raft of boos raining down on the Brooklyn Brawler, Rebecca unable to care less.
Ravage grabs a leg of her counterpart and spins Lisa’s frame like a wheel of fortune, Dream’s head ending near the kneeling Rebecca. Ravage moves to a seated position, pulling the back of Dream’s skull into her lap before clamping down with her sinewy stems in a tight, figure-four headlock.
Ravage pushes up on her palms as she squeezes her thigh muscles taut, getting the maximum crushing power out of her legs. Grabbing the top of the boot of her crossed stem, Ravage increases the vice-like pressure all the more, Lisa’s face turning from pink to beet red.
Dream ends her useless prying and instead shifts her frame, slowly turning her position until she can finally lay an ankle across the bottom rope. She squeaks out a plea for release the official amplifies, Nick Castle only getting the required response at ‘FOUR’. Ravage releases and slowly pushes to her feet, enjoying taking a legend out for a leisurely spin.
Reaching down, Rebecca corrals Lisa’s head with both hands and pulls The Dream to her feet. Lisa sweeps both arms high to break the grip and lands a forearm flush to Rebecca’s jaw, the blonde’s head snapping back from the impact.
But they don’t call her the Brooklyn Brawler for nothing, and Ravage returns fire with one, two then three of her own, until a wavering Dream leans groggily into a corner, throwing an arm over the top rope on either side, looking plenty the worse for wear for taking Ravage on at her game.
With Lisa cornered, Ravage has her adversary in one of Double-Rs’ favorite locations. The blonde kicks out Lisa’s legs, first right then left, until The Dream plops to her back side, the brunette’s head lolling as her upper half leans deep into the corner, Lisa looking like she needs more time to adjust to life back on the Earth’s surface.
Rebecca turns and jogs to the opposite corner where she slaps the top buckle then turns on a dime and sprints at ‘lounging’ Dream, hardly ready for more high impact. Ravage launches from several feet out, legs extended, the juncture of her thighs aimed at Lisa’s flawless features for the first thumping of a bronco busting.
But at the last second, Lisa rolls clear and instead of sending crotch to nose and ass to throat, rocking The Dream, Ravage’s undercarriage instead says howdy-do to the metal post behind the buckles, Rebecca sailing between the top and middle buckles until her kitty meets steel.
Eyes rolling white, Ravage flops backwards into a mini-Tree of Woe, spine arching, crown of her head against the canvas.
Catching her breath for a second, Lisa pushes wearily to her feet and stomps the Brooklynite into a mudhole of Jersey proportions, The Dream taking out some frustrations and leaving the blonde a turtled mess at her feet.
Lisa raises a clenched first, shouting out to the assembled, “Let’s go Dreamers!”
Most of the FAWNatics respond enthusiastically.
As Rebecca struggles to free herself from the rope, the fired-up Dream sprints back to the corner and springboards off the second ropes and STOMPS The Brooklyn Brawler back into the canvas, causing the crowd to let out a sympathetic "OOOOO". Lisa dis-entangles Ravage from the ropes and drags her back to the center of the ring where she covers her for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOO!!!!
The Brooklyn Brawler barely survives with a kick out at 2.9! Looks like Lisa hasn't stomped the fight out of her yet! Lisa rides on her momentum and pulls Ravage to boot-leather, pushing her jellied-body into the ropes before whipping her across the ring! Dream follows to the center of the ring where she waits for a returning Ravage and knocks her back into the canvas with a beautiful Dropkick!
SOMERSAULT DROPKICK
youtu.be/zyc2nYGkWnk
The Ultimate Image of Perfection pushes up to her feet after flooring her opponent, rallying the crowd once more before making a sprint to the adjacent ropes. Lisa hops onto the second rope and transitions into a beautiful backflip. splashing Rebecca across the belly! "UGHHH" Rebecca groans and sits up slightly on impact but Lisa shoves her back into the canvas and hooks her leg for the...
DREAMYSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71Qt01zUoyM&ab_channel=Shibbyz
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOO!!!
The kickout surprises Lisa as she looks to the ref with her eyes wide, Rebecca rolling out of the ring for refuge. Dream measures Ravage and flies to the far ropes, gathering speed as she returns and dives out of the---OHHH!!!! Rebecca recovers and sends a stiff forearm into Lisa's cheeks in mid-air causing her to splatter on the ground!
Rebecca catches her breath for a few more seconds before yanking the starfish-ed Lisa off the ground.
"Get wrecked bitch!" Rebecca snarls as she tucks Lisa's head between her stems and hauls her onto the shoulder, turning towards the ring apron and Powerbomb-ing Lisa onto the edge of the ring!
APRON POWERBOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVlLgbAQiIE&ab_channel=the.devil.himself
"URRGHHHHH!!!!" Lisa cries in anguish as she slumps to her knees, but Double-R pulls her up from behind and sends a clothesline to the back of her neck!
NORTHERN CLOTHESLINE
youtu.be/uIRizTdWfNE
Lisa drops to all fours, clutching the back of her neck in agony. The blonde yanks the brunette up by her hair and her waistband, spinning her a full round before throwing her back into the ring. Eager to win, Rebecca doesn't take any further measures and rolls Lisa onto her back for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOO!!!
Dream kicks out strongly at 2.5, a testament to her ring veteran status, but the fellow New Yorker isn't fazed. Rebecca pins Lisa back down with a knee to her scapula and cups both hands under her clammy chin, pulling it up in a modified Camel Clutch!
"GIVE UP BITCH! GIVE UP!"
The captured Lisa squirms, chest to the canvas, but to no avail. The brunette pushes her palms to the mat, trying to create some space between her and the mat, but Rebecca’s mass won’t allow it, Ravage genuflecting against the small of Dream’s back and YANKING back on Lisa’s head, neck and spine.
“DID YOU HEAR ME?! QUIT!” Ravage screams.
The ref hears and lowers to the canvas in front of the pain-racked features of Lisa Legend, asking in softer tones if The Dream wants to surrender, while the Brooklyn Brawler shouts it from her six.
With Rebecca’s laced hands cupping Dream’s jaw, clamping it shut with the Clutch, Lisa can only manage a muted ‘nnnmmmph’, the ref translates as a ‘no’.
Frustrated, Ravage releases her Clutch grip, instead sinking both hands into Dream’s shoulder-length locks and the scalp beneath then POUNDS Lisa’s face into the canvas-covered plywood, Dream’s features bouncing brutally off the deck.
In a daze from the concussive blow, Lisa offers little in the way of resistance as Rebecca hauls Dream up as she rises, Lisa in a glassy-eyed stupor, her body slack, the Ultimate Image only reaching vertical with the ‘help’ of the Brawler.
Holding onto a shoulder to make sure her target remains upright, Ravage sends a nasty head butt to the bridge of Lisa’s beak, leaving Dream out on her feet. The blonde pirouettes into further devastation of The Dream with a Discus Clothesline that nearly RIPS Lisa’s head from her shoulders while sending Dream’s spine CRASHING to the canvas, Lisa laid out in a wide spreadeagle, staring blankly into space.
Discus Clothesline ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbZN3e89s18 )
Passing on a pin, the Brooklynite heads for the nearest corner, flipping off the Dreamophiles after climbing to the top, the boos raining down on her in a torrent. The blonde turns to face the fallen Dream, measuring the veteran for a last brutal impact. Ravage launches high into the Orlando airspace and comes plummeting down with an elbow drawn.
Diving Elbow Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb7-M648y3g ) :19
The point impales the cleft of Lisa’s bosom, Dream spasming from the destructive drop then falling still. A satisfied Ravage crawls to the splayed Dream, in front of Lisa’s stunned Dreamers, the FAWNatics silent in dread of her defeat. Ravage drops across in a lateral press, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa brings the assembled off the edge of their seats by lifting a shoulder with a split-second to spare. Still, she remains in dire straits.
A furious Rebecca slaps Lisa’s midriff raw with a series of stinging spanks to her tummy. Ravage grabs a wrist and shoulder and RIPS the wincing Dream to her feet and, in one fluid motion, flings Lisa to a far corner with an Irish Whip. The Dream turns into a back-first collision at a breakneck pace. The brunette’s body is rocked by the force. She sags into the buckles, remaining upright only by throwing an arm over the top rope on either side.
Enjoying her control over Hell’s reformed escapee, Ravage saunters to her foe this time. Reaching the flaccid Dream, Rebecca mounts the middle cables, a leg on either side, and thrusts her hips forward, suggestively banging her lower pelvis into the chin, lips and nose of The Dream, battering her foe with an insistent version of her signature Rude Awakening.
But the Ultimate Image seems drowsier with each THWAP to her face from the juncture of Rebecca’s thighs, Ravage enjoying humiliating The Dream as much as bouncing the senses out of her counterpart’s braincase.
Finally satisfied with her fun, Ravage drops to her boot soles, sweeps her arms behind Lisa’s quaking thighs, and lifts the Dream to a seat on the top buckle. Rebecca nuzzles in close, pulling the dazed Dream from her perch to a new seated position, this on the shoulders of the Brooklyn Brawler.
The blonde pulls Dream away from the corner at the ref’s urging but also of her own volition as she carries a swaying Lisa across the canvas toward a launch to the opposite buckles courtesy another favorite of the New Yorker’s, a turnbuckle powerbomb.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUPnNQ_iwAU )
Before Rebecca gets in range to launch Lisa on her way, Dream emerges from her trance, pounding fist after fist into the left temple of her foe until the accumulation causes Ravage to drop her cargo. The Dream’s feet back on the canvas, Lisa landing face to face with Ravage, both women are woozy from the war.
Thinking quickly and acting to match, Lisa pulls Ravage into a bearhug that’s tight enough to lift the blonde off the deck. The Dream drops to one knee and splits Rebecca’s wickets with a crotch-pounding inverted atomic drop. The Brawler hops into the air, hands buried between her thighs, the pain pulsating from her privates.
With her adversary frozen in front of her, baby blues bulging, the legend drives a toe kick DEEP into Rebecca’s navel, folding Ravage at the waist. With the Dreamophiles calling for a Bittersweet Symphony, Lisa instead heads for the ropes at Rebecca’s left side. The Dream rebounds out of the cables at full speed and sweep a looping club of a right forearm across the back of Ravage’s neck, sending the Brawler face-first to the canvas with her infamous Dreamsicle, the maneuver apparently having not melted from Lisa’s arsenal during her time in the underworld.
With Ravage face down and barely stirring, the Ultimate Image drops to her knees next to her foe and shovels Rebecca to her back. She presses tight in a crossbody pin, hooking the near leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
It’s the Brawler’s turn to prevent a victory, a flustered Lisa taking a brief glimpse at the official before thinking better of pressing an argument.
It’s likely the wise choice as the battle-tested Ravage is pushing up to continue the fight. The Dream grabs Rebecca’s head in a two-hand grip to ‘help’ her up the rest of the way. Lisa slips an arm between the wobbly stems of the Brooklynite and ‘hups’ Ravage across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
What the Dream is preparing for Ravage no one discovers, as Rebecca pumps elbow after elbow into Lisa’s ear, the Brawler dropping behind the battered Dream. Ravage swipes with a clothesline aimed at the back of Lisa’s neck, but The Dream’s learned a lesson from a simalar earlier attack.
Dream ducks under and Ravage lurches in front of her foe after the swing and miss. Lisa sweeps a backhand grip across the front of Rebecca’s throat, drawing the Brooklyn Brawler into a dragon sleeper position, but the resurrected Dream has no intention of sending Ravage to Dreamland slowly. Instead, she spins into a perfectly executed cutter that delivers Rebecca’s forehead to the canvas with extreme dreaminess.
Dreamy Cutter ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRiL72oLrus ) :24
Ravage flops into a starfish and Lisa goes for the cover and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The battle-weary Lisa struggles to her feet, helping herself to a handful of blonde locks as she rises, dragging her groggy opponent towards the corner before throwing her back onto the deck with a scoop slam. The Image of Perfection slaps the turnbuckle padding and rallies the crowd with an arm raised, signaling for a high risk maneuver while the crowd pops. Lisa steps out of the ring and climbs to the top buckle, measuring Ravage up as she perches on the top before throwing herself into the ai---NOOOO!!!!
Lisa misses her mark as The Brooklyn Brawler rolls out of the way. As Lisa clutches her body in pain, Rebecca sneaks to her side and rolls her up for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!!
What a close shave for Dream!
Rebecca slams her fist into the canvas but is too exhausted to make a complaint at this point. Palms on one posted knee, Rebecca pushes herself up and marches towards the corner. As Lisa struggles to her feet, Rebecca pulls down her knee pad, baring her teeth as Dream turns around. Ravage flips Lisa with a double bird and charges with the intention to drive a knee to her gut! Lisa thwarts the attempt with a double slap to her leading knee, spinning her opponent around.
Lisa capitalizes on this positioning and hops onto The Brooklynite's shoulders looking to deliver the match ending Dreamdriver! But Rebecca reacts with quick thinking, throwing herself and Dream back into the canvas!
ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP
youtu.be/vMh7ZrgkRQw
Rebecca breathes a sigh of relief and wipes the sweat off her brows after narrowly escaping a sure loss. The Brooklyn Brawler climbs back to her feet and doubles Dream over with a kick to the midsection before driving her headfirst into the canvas with a DDT!
DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSI8uJp6Cjw&ab_channel=ShabbirF
"Dream is over bitch!", Ravage flips the lifeless Dream onto her back and covers her for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!!
"WHAT!" Rebecca slaps the canvas in shock and anger, but immediately gets back to work. Rebecca pulls the Dream into a standing headscissors and wraps her arm around Lisa's waist. "HUERGHH!" Rebecca grunts as she tries to lift Lisa off the ground but Dream fights off the attempt with flutter kicks in the air. The frustrated Ravage lays a couple of forearms into the small of Lisa's back before trying once more.
"HURGHH---NO!" Dream resists the piledriver attempt and reverses with a back body drop! The weary Lisa staggers into the near ropes to catch a breather.
"ARGHHH--YO--UGHH!" Rebecca scrambles to her feet with hand clutching her back but walks right into a spinning heel kick that lays her out on the canvas!
SPINNING HEEL KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yrbc9qIb-v4&t=30s&ab_channel=IssacGore
Lisa’s slow to take advantage of her connection of boot to braincase, instead shaking out the cobwebs from the after-effects of the DDT. With Ravage stirring, she passes on a pin attempt, instead grabbing a wrist and tugging Rebecca to her feet.
The Dream starts to send Ravage off with an Irish Whip to the far corner, but Rebecca reverses and it’s the brunette sent scurrying toward a chest-first collision. However, as Lisa approaches her destination, she hops to the middle ropes, grabbing the top ones and launches into a blind backward leap experience tells her will find Ravage.
Lisa’s springboard back elbow finds its mark, CRASHING into the blonde’s jaw and planting her to the canvas.
Springboard Back Elbow ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvzAzirRJkU )
The force of the blow sends Ravage back-somersaulting to her chest, leaving her in a daze.
Lisa shovels Rebecca to her back and covers in a cross-body for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOO!
The Brooklyn Brawler’s made of tougher stuff and shoves a shoulder up, the Dreamophiles groaning in disappointment at her escape.
Lisa shows a hint of discouragement but is quickly pulling Ravage up for more. Keeping the Brawler stooped with both women on their feet, The Dream tugs Rebecca’s lowered head between her thighs, clamping on a standing head scissors.
The FAWNatics seem more than ready for the return of Lisa’s Bittersweet Symphony but before Dream can take hand-paddles to available backside, Ravage shows there’s fight left in her. Wrapping her arms around Lisa’s sinewy thighs, it’s Rebecca’s turn to reverse to a back body drop.
Lisa arches in pain from the landing, her flawless features twisted, hand reaching for the base of her spine. Immediately, the Brawler tugs hell’s refugee off her ass by her shoulder-length, dark locks.
When Ravage spins Dream to face her, Lisa breaks lose of the grip with raised arms. But before she can transfer them to a hold on the Brawler, Rebecca GUTS her foe with a toe kick to the tummy.
Taking Lisa’s lowered head in a front facelock, Ravage lifts her free arm and uses it like a pendulum to swing through a nasty neckbreaker, PLANTING the Ultimate Image to the deck with extreme prejudice.
Swinging Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA2kbPWouWk )
With Dream splayed, Ravage rolls to a cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
Ravage is confused and outraged. Lisa’s shoulders remain flat to the mat. But as the blonde protests to the official, the man points to Lisa’s left leg, draped over the bottom rope, breaking the count.
“You have to be fuckin’ kidding me.”
The ref assures her he is not.
“Good. Bytch deserves the hard way.”
Ravage tugs a rubbery Dream to her feet and pulls Lisa’s head between her thighs. She wraps her arms around Lisa’s gulping midriff and launches The Dream up her frame to a seat on her shoulders.
While it may appear to the uninitiated a powerbomb is Dream’s future, the true blue know the Ravaging Driver is on the way to send Lisa to hell of another kind.
Ravaging Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2klSBmxGZTU ) :13
Yet again Dream has an answer prior to Rebecca finishing the job. Before she’s flung over the top, Lisa pounds right fist after fist into Rebecca’s temple and, with the Brawler finally woozy, Lisa throws her frame in reverse, taking Ravage down with a modified hurricarana.
The Dream passes on a pin, yanking Ravage to her feet and going to the well again tugging her foe into a standing head scissors, Lisa apparently determined to play her return Symphony.
With Rebecca slack, unable to resist, Lisa teases her humiliating spanking scissors to the crowd but then shakes her head ‘no’, the Bittersweet Symphony apparently remaining in the underworld as part of the payment for release.
Instead, she underhooks Ravage’s flaccid arms then reaches for a grip behind Rebecca’s knees, lifting Ravage off the deck and SPIKING the crown of her foe’s skull with a package piledriver later found to be called the Fallen Angel.
Fallen Nagel ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p_Oi3Im-ME )
A limp Ravage spreads into a motionless starfish and Lisa flops atop in a back press for the emphatic…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
Releasing the Brawler’s left leg, Lisa draws in deep breaths while lounging on her vanquished foe, too spent to fully react to the ring announcer.
“Your winner, by pinfall, Lisa Dream!”
Dream raises her arms to the roar of the crowd. But the sounds from the Dreamers quickly turns to one of worry. Lisa finds out why when she’s pulled off Ravage by her hair, ripped to her feet, then turned to face a furious Maddy Mayhem.
"Miss me?" Maddy questions as she forces Lisa to face her before sending her face first into the turnbuckle. Mayhem catches Lisa's head as she stumbles back and smashes her head a few more times before tossing her back to the center of the ring.
Disorientated, a fallen Lisa struggles to all fours, trying to regain her bearings, when a shadow is cast over her and the weight of Mayhem drives her face first into the canvas!
DELIRIUM DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UHgQXWX2NU
Dream flops onto her back upon impact, spreading out like a Starfish after the attack. As much as The Dreamers want the attacks against their new heroine to stop, Mayhem isn't keen on granting their wishes.
"GET UP PARTNER!" Maddy pats Ravage on her back before pulling her to her feet.
Exchanging sinister smiles, the reunited Wrecking Crew marches towards Lisa and yanks her limp body up and sets her head between Ravage's thighs. Without resistance from Lisa, Ravage easily picks her up onto her shoulders this time as Maddy gets down on one posted knee.
Not even realizing the predicament she's in, Lisa's sleepy face wrinkles in agony as Ravage powerbombs Lisa into the posted knee!
"Ughhhhhhhhh........." Lisa groans out in pain before settling into the canvas.
"Oh! I almost forgot who you are with this silly outfit! I thought we were destroying the wrong girl!" Maddy exclaims as she presses Lisa's head in place with a boot.
"I remember! You are Lisa! Red Lisa or whatever you call yourself these days...Look I'm gonna be straight with ya! I don't like you! Especially losing to you! Crazy's my thing, not yours! So let's fight once more shall we? Find out who's crazier? What do you say?"
Lisa struggles to speak as Maddy crushes her skull with a boot.
"Oh sorry!" Maddy cups her ear and moves near Lisa hearing her utter "You're...on..."
"Alright! I know you will be a good sport! HAH!" her demands met, Maddy chirps as she leaves the arena with her partner.