Post by hawkeye on Jul 7, 2022 2:44:44 GMT
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts starts blasting from the speakers and lights flicker in a myriad of colors through the arena in a chaotic atmosphere.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Mistress of Madness, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
Maddy steps into the arena clad in red vinyl bra top and black vinyl booty shorts complete with red paddings and black-studded boots, accompanied by her most trusted ally "Batsy" over her shoulders followed by her second most trusted ally, Rebecca Ravage. Mayhem chews and blows bubblegum as she marches down the ramp, nonchalant about the booing. The Mistress of Mayhem ascends the ring steps and steps through the middle ropes. The official immediately cuts her off and demands for "Batsy" to be handed over.
MADDY MAYHEM
"Oh! Sorry about that!" Maddy giggles as she pulls out her gum and puts it into Castle's hand. "Thanks darling! MUAH!"
Castle stares at the gum, confused and disgusted, all at once before tossing it out of the ring while Maddy zips from corner to corner, waving 'Batsy' in the air before the ref snatches her ally from behind! "HELP! WE GOT A KIDNAPPING RIGHT HERE!" Maddy screams frantically as Castle hands the bat over to the ringside officials.
"HEEELPP!!!"
"STOP! JUST STOP! ENOUGH!" Castle shouts back in frustration.
"Alright! Alright! What a spoilsport. pffft" Maddy remarks as she returns to the corner , waiting for Lisa to be delivered to her.
Mayhem and the crowd at the aptly named Mayhem Pay-Per-View don’t have to wait long, the lights dimming, the classic O Fortuna echoing through the arena soon after.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk)
The crowd waits impatiently for The Dream, Lisa having escaped what many thought her perpetual fate in hell, seemingly returning a changed woman, a truly resurrected Ultimate Image. The FAWNatics cheer with unrestrained joy, the no longer bad Dream having won them over in defeating two hated foes, one standing near the ring presently in the form of Rebecca Ravage. And having done so without a hint of self-absorbed arrogance.
REBECCA RAVAGE
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, once more 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.
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 comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa takes a lap around the squared circle, or does until she runs into a fuming Ravage. The Dream shrugs and avoids any confrontation, moving back in the direction she’d come.
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 and waves cheerily at Mayhem but mouths a less inviting ‘you’re mine’ at Maddy.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone Lisa moves to her home corner as her music fades, the announcer completing his duties.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 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 a smirking Maddy as the bell brings the match to order.
Mayhem and Lisa quickly move to the center of the ring and begin circling. As Lisa lunges, Maddy goes low and slips behind Dream, trapping her in a waistlock before throwing her onto the canvas!
"Stop dreaming Lisa!" Maddy cackles as she mounts on top of Lisa's back and slaps the back of her head repeatedly. Dream crawls to the ropes as Mayhem beats a percussion on the brunette’s noggin.
"Come on! Get off! 1..2...3!" the ref demands.
"Alright! Alright! Chill!" Maddy raises her arms and lifts herself off her adversary, but before Dream could rise, Maddy lunges forward and kicks her in the back of the head.
"HEY!" the ref shouts at Maddy who skips around the ring nonchalantly as she waits for Lisa to rise.
"Still alright to continue?" The ref asks Dream, to whom she responds with a nod.
"Come on, Lisa! The fun hasn't even started!" Maddy chirps while Dream clambers to her feet. Miss Mayhem charges towards Dream but the nimble Lisa rolls out of the way and dropkicks Maddy into the corner as she turns around to face her.
The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection quickly gets up and whips the Mistress of Madness into the opposite corner. As Maddy settles into the turnbuckles, Lisa follows her trail and hits Maddy with a--NO! Maddy lifts her boot up to Lisa's face and sends her staggering to the center of the ring!
Seeing Lisa in position for a Delirium Drop, Maddy looks for an early victory and charges ahead! But Lisa turns around in the nick of time and powers Maddy into the air before dropping her face first into the canvas!
Flapjack (https://youtu.be/wdJxVVurew0)
Mayhem rolls away to prevent a cover as Lisa kips up to her feet and fires the crowd up with a "Let's go Dreamers!"
Maddy rises with the help of the rope, but upon seeing a 'ready' Lisa, Maddy drops onto her back and rolls out of the ring, drawing boos from the crowd.
"Time out! Time out!" Maddy backs from the ring as she signals a "T" to the crowd. Annoyed by her opponent's attempt to waste time, Lisa exits the ring and gives chase.
"Oh no!" Maddy gasps as she plays a game of cat-and-mouse with Lisa.
After a full round around the ring, the devious Maddy slides back into the ring. Lisa follows, but before she could get up on her feet, Maddy stomps her back to the ground repeatedly. "Gotcha! Gotcha! Gotcha!"
Maddy pulls Lisa back to her feet and back to the center of the ring, trapping her in a front facelock before slamming her on the back with a quick suplex, flopping over into a cross body press for the...
Snap Suplex (https://youtu.be/hWIcBbTJRow)
ONE!
NOOO!!!!
Dream shoots an arm off the canvas to the great relief of the crowd. Fewer and fewer of the assembled seem torn by throwing their support behind the legendary Lisa, believing she’s found her true self.
For Miss Mayhem, the awakening of the light in Lisa is a dodge, but one she’s not particularly interested in if she can continue to beat The Dream down.
The blonde drives a soccer kick into the ribs of the Ultimate Image, sending Lisa rolling the rest of the way to her chest. Dream begins to slither on her belly toward the ropes for an interlude, but the snickering Maddy grabs her foe by an ankle and drags The Dream back to dead center.
Mayhem raises the captured limb and pushes it forward in an arch as she drops to one knee, wrapping her arms around the leg, she secures a modified version of a stretch muffler that has Lisa yelping in anguish.
Modified Stretch Muffler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdSoFf-TXXA )
“Do you want to quit?” the ref asks in a worried tone, glancing at the awful angle then back to Lisa’s welling pools. “Just say the word.”
“Yeah Lisa,” Maddy interjects, “whatever version you are today, you’re all still my bitch. Let these people see it.”
Mayhem shoves the limb so far as to almost touch the back of Lisa’s noggin with her toe tips. Dream’s hands move from yanking on her dark mane to spread the pain to clawing the canvas in front of her, trying to reach the saving strands inches away.
“AWWWWGAWWWWD!” Dream howls as Maddy continues the torture until Lisa wraps a palm around the bottom cable and screams for a break.
The lunatic blonde keeps the pressure on for the requisite four seconds before allowing Lisa’s left leg to unfold back into place, Lisa sighing in relief, but only for a moment as a risen Mayhem stomps the left knee until the ref pushes his way between.
A whimpering Dream cradles the aching limb close, massaging it gently, then uses the ropes to rise to vertical. With the backing of a rhythmic clap and the official bidding her forward, Lisa hobbles away from the ropes. She extends her hands, looking for a tie-up and Maddy obliges.
With Dream limited to one working wheel, Mayhem quickly takes charge, twisting Lisa into a side headlock. She grinds Lisa’s head against her hip, perfect pearlies flashing.
“You’re going to wish you stayed where you were,” Mayhem assures and lifts a knee into Lisa’s forehead, rocking the leader of the Dreamers.
Mayhem releases her grip and a rubber-legged Lisa struggles to stay upright and gather her senses, dark eyes glassy. Maddy speeds to the ropes behind the punch-drunk Dream. Miss Mayhem returns at full speed, throwing a vicious chop block into the back of Lisa’s left knee.
The Dream is ripped off her feet, her spine and the back of her skull THUMPING to the canvas. But the intense throbbing from the limb Maddy’s picked apart overcomes the daze clouding her brain, Lisa shrieking as she holds the left leg tight, cradling it into her body, the Dreamophiles hoping she hasn’t torn a tendon, an injury that might end her return trip from hell not long after it started.
Obviously pleased with herself, an ascendant Maddy plucks Dream off the canvas via a wrist and shoulder, aiming her at a corner no more than two steps away.
“I love Batsy. But I don’t need him to beat you.”
The Mistress of Madness flings Dream into the buckles from the extremely short distance, Lisa THUMPING into the corner chest-first, the trip short enough not to be derailed by the bad wheel of the Ultimate Image.
Grabbing Lisa by the scruff of the neck, the blonde leans her adversary over the middle rope like laundry on a line, The Dream creased over the rubber-coated steel, face down, tummy riding the rope.
With surprising swiftness, Maddy climbs the corner and turns to face her folded foe. She leaps from the heights, legs extended, and NAILS the back of Dream’s braincase with a guillotine leg drop, Maddy landing on the outside apron.
Lisa’s flaccid frame is ripped forward, her head crashing to the hardest portion of the mat. Her legs get caught in the top rope for a moment before gravity sends her body dribbling from between the cables, ending splayed on the apron’s edge, a lifeless arm draping toward the arena floor.
A delighted Mayhem turns to the FAWNatics.
“Should Batsy and I send her back to hell?!”
The crowd screams disapproval but the Mistress of Madness completely disregards them.
"Awwww...You're so kind!" Maddy thanks Rebecca as she hands Batsy over to her.
Assisting her partner, Ravage drags Lisa out enough to have her head hanging over the edge while Maddy raises Batsy up in the air, looking to execute Dream only to have the ref snatch Batsy away from above!
"HEY!", Maddy turns to the ref and scorns. "WHAT THE HELL REF!" Maddy continues to throw her tantrum and pulls the ref's focus away from Lisa.
Unbeknownst to the ref, Rebecca charges towards Lisa and connects with a knee to the face!
"UGHH!!" Lisa groans as the knee connects and boos from The Dreamers follows.
Dream slides down the apron and splats on the ringside, garnering the attention of the ref who immediately tells Rebecca to back off.
Rebecca does with her arms up in innocence, but the damage is already done.
Of course, the lunatic blonde is in on all of this as she immediately stops her tantrum after the assist is complete and moves to the outside.
As Lisa gets up to all fours, The Mistress of Madness runs in and sends a kick into Lisa's midsection, sending her tumbling along the ringside.
"Look at ya, poor little puppy!" Maddy insults as she plucks the brunette from the ground and sends her back into the ring. Maddy joins her in the ring shortly after and covers her for...
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!
"And I hate puppies!" Maddy screams in frustration before mounting on top of Lisa and punches furiously, causing the ref to count...ONE! TWO! THREE...
"Alright! Alright! Get off my back ref!" Maddy exclaims as she slowly lifts herself off her opponent, sneaking in a stomp into the pit of Lisa's stomach to the annoyance of the ref before pulling Lisa back to boot-leather.
The Mistress of Madness bullies Dream into the corner before whipping her diagonally across the ring!
"OOOMPH" Lisa grunts as her back collides into the turnbuckle paddings.
Miss Mayhem zeroes in and charges at Lisa, leaping into the air and sma--NO! Lisa moves out of the way at the last second, letting Mayhem eat the turnbuckle!
As Maddy staggers out of the corner, The Ultimate Image of Perfection catches her in a front facelock, leaps and bounces off the second rope, twisting Maddy in a 360 before dropping her with a DDT!
Springboard Tornado DDT (https://youtu.be/77jQS5NfNkA)
The Mistress of Madness flips onto her back and sits up slightly before dropping into a spread-eagle, prompting Lisa to cover for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
The crowd groans in disappointment as Maddy kicks out of the nearfall, but Lisa keeps her spirits up. As Maddy starts to rise, Lisa sprints towards the ropes and nails The Mistress of Mayhem back to the ground with a Spinning Wheel Kick!
Spinning Wheel Kick (https://youtu.be/vYkUjDM_OxY)
The Dream-O-philes break into cheers as The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection starts to gain momentum. Without hesitation, Dream hops onto the second rope and executes a perfect backflip, splashing across Maddy's body!
Lisasault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71Qt01zUoyM&ab_channel=Shibbyz)
Miss Mayhem's legs shoot up, allowing Lisa to grab them for..OH NO!
Rebecca hops onto the apron and starts making a case for a foul by Lisa when there clearly isn't, distracting the ref from his duties.
The count would have been three if not for Rebecca's interference.
Sick of her fellow Gotham native’s complaints, Lisa forsakes the pin and goes for the other half of the Wrecking Crew, but Rebecca drops back to the ringside before Lisa catches her.
Meanwhile, the distraction gives Mayhem a window of opportunity to take refuge, rolling under the ropes, landing her boots ringside.
Lisa turns to find Maddy safely on the outside, an arm wrapping around her roiling midriff as she grimaces. The Dream can’t hide a hint of frustration, throwing her hands up in the air. Mayhem gives her a one-fingered salute in response and turns to find Rebecca’s whereabouts.
Dream is not the type to put life and limb on the line. OR IS SHE?
It seems returning from hell changes a woman in more ways than one and Lisa races to the ropes farthest from Maddy. She rebounds into a sprint toward the psychotic blonde. Lisa lowers her torso to throw herself between the top and middle ropes, a Suicide Dive on the offing UNTIL the Mistress of Madness turns and charges to the ring’s edge, throwing a forearm into the face of the launching Dream.
Lisa crashes and burns, left draped over the middle rope in a stupor as a grinning Mayhem points at her temple, having demonstrated how much more clever she is than the so-called legendary Lisa.
Hopping to the apron, Maddy moves to a post and races down the length of the ring, lifting a Big Boot to Lisa’s right temple, spinning the flaccid frame of the Ultimate Image like a top, Dream tumbling out of the cables and onto the apron. Mayhem shoves Lisa back in under the bottom rope with a boot sole and climbs through the ropes to join the brunette.
“I know that trip to hell didn’t make you a good person and I just proved it didn’t make you smart.”
Maddy yanks Lisa to her feet, twirling the dazed Dream so Lisa faces away from her. From behind, she dips and throws an arm between the alabaster legs of Lisa. Mayhem ‘hups’ Dream across her shoulders in a very temporary torture rack as Maddy has something more impactful in mind. Pivoting she tosses Lisa off her shoulders, The Dream BANGING to the canvas on her spine and skull from a Burning Hammer that silences the crowd after a sympathetic groan.
Burning Hammer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMLJJBEYNOE )
But the mischievous Mayhem passes on a pinning attempt against the splayed Dream, instead grabbing her foe’s wrists and dragging the deadweight to a corner, propping Lisa in a seated position, Dream’s head drooping as she sags into the buckles.
Maddy slaps her ass a couple times then sprints to the opposite corner before spinning and dashing back the way she’d come. Mayhem launches from several feet out, legs extended and SLAMS her ass into Lisa’s chest, her junk into The Dream’s chin. From there the busting of the Dreamy bronco is underway, Maddy grabbing the middle ropes on either side and pounding pelvic thrusts into Lisa’s mug until the Dream is shellshocked, eyes glassy from the battering.
A smirking Mayhem dismounts and grabs Lisa by the ankles, dragging her to the middle where she genuflects a knee to the cleft of Lisa’s modest bosom. She raises an arm then a finger for each of the official’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dream shoves a shoulder off the canvas to the anger of both the Mistress of Madness inside and Ravage on the outside. Mayhem slaps the taste from Lisa’s mouth, bringing the brunette back to a state of semi-awareness.
Maddy moves to a kneeling straddle of The Dream, pulling Lisa to a seated position, then headbutts her adversary on the bridge of her nose, sending Lisa back to vertical, both hands rushing to check on her beak, the FAWNatics jeering the nasty attack.
Maddy sinks her nails into Lisa’s scalp and, as she rises, pulls Dream to a kneeling position. Lisa sways like a reed in the wind as Mayhem skips to the other end and turns to deliver ‘Oh! Mayhem!’, finishing The Dream once and for all.
The blonde races toward her target, lifting the knee for a brutal conclusion, when Dream pivots out of the way and sweeps Maddy’s plant leg from behind, tripping Mayhem to the canvas.
Lisa covers for…
ONE…
But no more.
Both women scurry to vertical, Lisa in time to pull the Mistress of Madness into a tight small package pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maddy breaks free again and again it’s a race to their feet, each simultaneously reaching their stance, but Lisa’s first on the draw, DRIVING a toe kick deep into Maddy’s tanned tummy.
Grabbing Maddy’s lowered noggin in a tight side headlock, Lisa surges forward a few steps before dropping to her dreamy backside, BULLDOGGING Maddy’s forehead into the thinly-covered plywood.
Maddy bounces halfway to a kneel before flopping to her back, baby blues vacant.
Spent, Lisa can do no more than drop in a back press across the splayed Mayhem for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa clambers to her feet, pulling Maddy up along with her but the woozy blonde shoves Lisa away and stumbles into the corner.
"All the way to hell and back and you're still that pathetic?" Maddy tiredly sneers at Lisa.
Not in any mood to engage in any form of banter, The Ultimate Image squashes the blonde with a running back elbow in the corner.
"UGH!" Maddy grunts before dropping onto one knee.
"Get up!" Lisa demands as she pulls Mayhem back to her feet and pins her back to the corner.
Cradling both of Maddy's hamstrings, Lisa hauls Mayhem onto a seat on the top buckle with a deep grunt before joining her on the second ropes. Raking Maddy's hair back to reveal her face, Dream punches the blonde in the face for good measure. However, instead of dizzying her opponent, the attack prompts Maddy to strike back with a body shot, causing Dream to teeter. The blonde and brunette continue to trade punches in their elevated position, but it’s Lisa who runs out of stamina first and Maddy knocks her back to the deck with a stiff headbutt!
"Don't mess with me bitch!" Maddy snarls as she climbs to a perch on the top rope and leaps off with legs extended! NOBODY'S HOME!
"OWWW!!!" Maddy grimaces in pain as her ass hits the thinly-sheathed wood after Lisa rolls out of the way. Clutching her glutes, Maddy turns around as she struggles to her feet, turning her back to her opponent. Lisa sees the opening and takes it! The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection hops onto Maddy's shoulders and goes for the DreamDriv--NO! Maddy reacts quickly by grabbing onto the corner ropes, letting Lisa throw herself down to the canvas with a forceful backflip!
"QUICK! MADDY! COVER!" Rebecca screams at her partner who quickly folds Dream up and puts both her legs on the ropes for leverage! Rebecca rushes to her partner's aid, holding her legs down for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THR--HEYYY!!! ROPES!
The ref notices the illegal leverage before the third count and stops it, reprimanding The Wrecking Crew for their dirty tactics, but it’s Rebecca who takes over the argument while Maddy would crawl over to Lisa and apply an illegal chokehold!
"LE---GO! *coughs*" Lisa trashes about as Maddy chokes her face purple, stopping only when she realizes the ringside commotion has stopped. The repeated dirty tactics spur the crowd to boo loudly while Maddy is in control, but the jeering has never bothered The Mistress of Madness.
Maddy pulls the gasping Lisa back to her feet albeit unsteadily. The psychotic blonde switches to a wrist clutch control and wrenches the brunette's arm before smacking her in her clavicle with a stiff clothesline!
Shortarm Clothesline (https://youtu.be/LGQrWOELEyA)
Keeping a grasp on Lisa's wrist, the blonde pulls Lisa up with an iron claw on her face and hits her with another short arm clothesline! This time, Maddy dives down and hooks her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Lisa kicks out of 2.9, rolling to her belly to prevent another cover. The frustrated Maddy lets out a high pitch scream forcing those in the front row to cover up their ears!
"I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO HELL MYSELF IF YOU DON'T STAY DOWN!" Maddy growls, squeezing Lisa's cheek as she brings her back up to her rubbery feet. "AND THIS TIME YOU WON'T COME BACK!"
Maddy races to the ropes behind Lisa and sprints towards Dream with the intention to deliver the Delirium Drop but Lisa goes low, grabbing Maddy's stem as it floats over her head and traps her in an ankle lock!
"TAP YOU PSYCHO!" Lisa screams while the crowd cheers at the reversal!
Ankle Hold (https://youtu.be/YhI9hsgC9YU)
"AHH!! NOOOO!! NOOO!!!!!" Maddy cowers under her arms as she screams. She tries to reach for the ropes, but Lisa drags her back to the center! Nowhere to go, Maddy pushes herself up high enough, giving herself enough space to roll through, almost sending Lisa through the ropes, only to be stopped by a huge forearm by Ravage!
With a dazed Dream on her back, seeing stars, a grimacing Mayhem grasps at her aching ankle, struggling to reach her feet. Forced to use the ropes to make it to vertical, she hobbles to the levelled Dream, sinking her nails into The Dream’s dark locks.
Mayhem struggles to pull Lisa to her feet with her bad wheel but manages and pushes the legend to a corner. Maddy NAILS Lisa with a half dozen forearms to the jaw to pacify any fight left in Dream then fights through the pain to scoop Dream to a seat on the top buckle, planning a better result than The Dream’s previous attempt at high reward.
Climbing to the middle ropes, the Mistress of Madness lifts Lisa to a stance on the top then slowly joins her there, pulling Lisa’s head into a front facelock in preparation for a superplex.
But as the blonde tries to lift Lisa up and over for a devastating conclusion, her throbbing ankle gives way and she collapses off her perch, the startled Dream following her down and SPLASHING her foe into the deck in unexpected, ring-rattling fashion.
The women bounce a couple inches off the canvas, such is the weight of their impact, before Dream settles atop the breathless Maddy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mayhem shoves a shoulder up to the disappointment of the crowd, Lisa ending on her back next to the splayed blonde, both staring at the rafters, the only movement the soft roll of their chests.
The FAWNatics show their appreciation by chanting ‘THIS…IS…AWE…SOME!” as Dream and Mayhem try to recover enough to push on with the fight.
Slowly they rise in unison and Lisa resumes the war with a forearm to her foe’s jaw. Maddy responds in kind and blonde and brunette go back and forth several times, the crowd cheering and jeering alternately until Dream audibles to a toe kick to Mayhem’s navel, doubling the Mistress at the waist.
Immediately, Lisa races to the ropes on Maddy’s left and rebounds and, as she approaches, The Dream swings her right arm in a great loop, landing a clubbing blow to the back of Maddy’s skull, delivering the Dreamsicle with extreme prejudice.
Mayhem collapses to her face and chest from the brutal blow. Above her, Lisa, hands on her knees, draws in deep breaths, trying to regain enough wind to finish off the nutcase.
Seeing her partner in jeopardy, Ravage leaps to the apron, jabbering at Dream and the official. But Lisa’s ready, sprinting at Rebecca and leaping into a back elbow that sends Maddy’s Wrecking Crew compatriot flying off the apron and into the guardrail. Ravage slides to its base, holding the ribs that crashed into the unforgiving steel.
Returning to a rising Mayhem, Lisa grabs Maddy by a wrist and shoulder and aims her at the far buckles. She lets loose in an Irish Whip, but Maddy reverses only to have Lisa re-reverse and it’s the blonde sent in chest-first from short range.
Ad Maddy staggers away in a backpedal from the collision, Lisa leaps from behind, her ivory-skinned legs wrapping around the head of Maddy. Throwing her frame into a back flip, Lisa delivers the devastating Dream Driver, Maddy’s skull SPIKED into the canvas in spectacular fashion.
Dream Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA ) :23
Maddy ends in a wobbling, semiconscious kneel from the impact and a risen Dream leaps into the Mistress with a crossbody that folds Maddy’s hammies atop her calves and puts the blonde’s shoulders to the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOO!
At 2.99, Mayhem springs loose enough to inch a shoulder off the canvas and keep her match hopes alive to the disbelief of Lisa and her Dreamers, the Ultimate Image perhaps starting to wonder if Maddy isn’t some demon meant to send her back.
With no time for disbelief, Lisa scrambles to her feet and pulls Maddy back up with a grip on her waist band. She whips her foe into a corner, following up with a cross body, sliding out to the apron simultaneously.
Corner Crossbody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8&ab_channel=TNAKnockoutsMoves)
"Ompphhh!" Maddy spits out air from her body as the crossbody corner connects, Mayhem dropping onto the canvas with a simple shove from Dream.
The Ultimate Image quickly ascends to the top rope and connects with a diving splash across Maddy's body! The Mistress of Madness shudders as Lisa hooks her leg and nods along the count of...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
Maddy kicks out and sits up, forcing a smile, Lisa again shocked by the lunatic's tenacity!
"I'm not finished yet!" Maddy chuckles as Lisa pulls her back up and whips her into the corner once more. But this time, Maddy reverses and trails behind Lisa! Sensing an attack from behind, Lisa hops onto the top rope and springboard herself to a seat on Maddy's shoulders, looking to deliver another Dream Driver!
"NUH UH!" Maddy shouts and slams Lisa face first into the turnbuckle in a reverse Alabama Slam! Lisa groggily staggers to the center of the ring and drops to her knees, The Dream looking like she's suffered a serious concussion.
The Mistress of Madness races to the ropes in front of Lisa and it's -- OH! MAYHEM!
OH! MAYHEM! (https://youtu.be/GbfrWsPTc1c)
The running knee sends Dream flat to the canvas, glassy-eyed, staring blankly into the rafters as Maddy sits on her chest and pulls Lisa's legs close into a matchbook on either side.
"DREAM IS OVER IN..."
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
"And your winner of this match, via pinfall...MADDY MAYHEM!"
Mayhem tosses Lisa’s lifeless legs aside and rises, the official lifting a hand of the victorious blonde before a stunned and silenced crowd.
Maddy snatches her arm back from the ref and starts to stomp on Lisa's comatose body.
The crowd boos and the bell continues to clang, everyone hoping Maddy would stop.
"I'm having so much fun with ya, wake up!" Maddy chirps as she continues to stomp a mudhole out The Ultimate Image.
"Come on, Mads, that's enough! You got your revenge and I have not got mine! Don't put her out of business, can you?" Rebecca explains as she pulls her partner aside.
Maddy takes a few deep breaths, "Okay, okay, I'm chill now. Let's go."
The Wrecking Crew leaves the ring with the newly wrecked doll in the center of the ring, attended by paramedics.
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts starts blasting from the speakers and lights flicker in a myriad of colors through the arena in a chaotic atmosphere.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Mistress of Madness, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
Maddy steps into the arena clad in red vinyl bra top and black vinyl booty shorts complete with red paddings and black-studded boots, accompanied by her most trusted ally "Batsy" over her shoulders followed by her second most trusted ally, Rebecca Ravage. Mayhem chews and blows bubblegum as she marches down the ramp, nonchalant about the booing. The Mistress of Mayhem ascends the ring steps and steps through the middle ropes. The official immediately cuts her off and demands for "Batsy" to be handed over.
MADDY MAYHEM
"Oh! Sorry about that!" Maddy giggles as she pulls out her gum and puts it into Castle's hand. "Thanks darling! MUAH!"
Castle stares at the gum, confused and disgusted, all at once before tossing it out of the ring while Maddy zips from corner to corner, waving 'Batsy' in the air before the ref snatches her ally from behind! "HELP! WE GOT A KIDNAPPING RIGHT HERE!" Maddy screams frantically as Castle hands the bat over to the ringside officials.
"HEEELPP!!!"
"STOP! JUST STOP! ENOUGH!" Castle shouts back in frustration.
"Alright! Alright! What a spoilsport. pffft" Maddy remarks as she returns to the corner , waiting for Lisa to be delivered to her.
Mayhem and the crowd at the aptly named Mayhem Pay-Per-View don’t have to wait long, the lights dimming, the classic O Fortuna echoing through the arena soon after.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk)
The crowd waits impatiently for The Dream, Lisa having escaped what many thought her perpetual fate in hell, seemingly returning a changed woman, a truly resurrected Ultimate Image. The FAWNatics cheer with unrestrained joy, the no longer bad Dream having won them over in defeating two hated foes, one standing near the ring presently in the form of Rebecca Ravage. And having done so without a hint of self-absorbed arrogance.
REBECCA RAVAGE
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, once more 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.
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 comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa takes a lap around the squared circle, or does until she runs into a fuming Ravage. The Dream shrugs and avoids any confrontation, moving back in the direction she’d come.
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 and waves cheerily at Mayhem but mouths a less inviting ‘you’re mine’ at Maddy.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone Lisa moves to her home corner as her music fades, the announcer completing his duties.
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 120 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 a smirking Maddy as the bell brings the match to order.
Mayhem and Lisa quickly move to the center of the ring and begin circling. As Lisa lunges, Maddy goes low and slips behind Dream, trapping her in a waistlock before throwing her onto the canvas!
"Stop dreaming Lisa!" Maddy cackles as she mounts on top of Lisa's back and slaps the back of her head repeatedly. Dream crawls to the ropes as Mayhem beats a percussion on the brunette’s noggin.
"Come on! Get off! 1..2...3!" the ref demands.
"Alright! Alright! Chill!" Maddy raises her arms and lifts herself off her adversary, but before Dream could rise, Maddy lunges forward and kicks her in the back of the head.
"HEY!" the ref shouts at Maddy who skips around the ring nonchalantly as she waits for Lisa to rise.
"Still alright to continue?" The ref asks Dream, to whom she responds with a nod.
"Come on, Lisa! The fun hasn't even started!" Maddy chirps while Dream clambers to her feet. Miss Mayhem charges towards Dream but the nimble Lisa rolls out of the way and dropkicks Maddy into the corner as she turns around to face her.
The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection quickly gets up and whips the Mistress of Madness into the opposite corner. As Maddy settles into the turnbuckles, Lisa follows her trail and hits Maddy with a--NO! Maddy lifts her boot up to Lisa's face and sends her staggering to the center of the ring!
Seeing Lisa in position for a Delirium Drop, Maddy looks for an early victory and charges ahead! But Lisa turns around in the nick of time and powers Maddy into the air before dropping her face first into the canvas!
Flapjack (https://youtu.be/wdJxVVurew0)
Mayhem rolls away to prevent a cover as Lisa kips up to her feet and fires the crowd up with a "Let's go Dreamers!"
Maddy rises with the help of the rope, but upon seeing a 'ready' Lisa, Maddy drops onto her back and rolls out of the ring, drawing boos from the crowd.
"Time out! Time out!" Maddy backs from the ring as she signals a "T" to the crowd. Annoyed by her opponent's attempt to waste time, Lisa exits the ring and gives chase.
"Oh no!" Maddy gasps as she plays a game of cat-and-mouse with Lisa.
After a full round around the ring, the devious Maddy slides back into the ring. Lisa follows, but before she could get up on her feet, Maddy stomps her back to the ground repeatedly. "Gotcha! Gotcha! Gotcha!"
Maddy pulls Lisa back to her feet and back to the center of the ring, trapping her in a front facelock before slamming her on the back with a quick suplex, flopping over into a cross body press for the...
Snap Suplex (https://youtu.be/hWIcBbTJRow)
ONE!
NOOO!!!!
Dream shoots an arm off the canvas to the great relief of the crowd. Fewer and fewer of the assembled seem torn by throwing their support behind the legendary Lisa, believing she’s found her true self.
For Miss Mayhem, the awakening of the light in Lisa is a dodge, but one she’s not particularly interested in if she can continue to beat The Dream down.
The blonde drives a soccer kick into the ribs of the Ultimate Image, sending Lisa rolling the rest of the way to her chest. Dream begins to slither on her belly toward the ropes for an interlude, but the snickering Maddy grabs her foe by an ankle and drags The Dream back to dead center.
Mayhem raises the captured limb and pushes it forward in an arch as she drops to one knee, wrapping her arms around the leg, she secures a modified version of a stretch muffler that has Lisa yelping in anguish.
Modified Stretch Muffler ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdSoFf-TXXA )
“Do you want to quit?” the ref asks in a worried tone, glancing at the awful angle then back to Lisa’s welling pools. “Just say the word.”
“Yeah Lisa,” Maddy interjects, “whatever version you are today, you’re all still my bitch. Let these people see it.”
Mayhem shoves the limb so far as to almost touch the back of Lisa’s noggin with her toe tips. Dream’s hands move from yanking on her dark mane to spread the pain to clawing the canvas in front of her, trying to reach the saving strands inches away.
“AWWWWGAWWWWD!” Dream howls as Maddy continues the torture until Lisa wraps a palm around the bottom cable and screams for a break.
The lunatic blonde keeps the pressure on for the requisite four seconds before allowing Lisa’s left leg to unfold back into place, Lisa sighing in relief, but only for a moment as a risen Mayhem stomps the left knee until the ref pushes his way between.
A whimpering Dream cradles the aching limb close, massaging it gently, then uses the ropes to rise to vertical. With the backing of a rhythmic clap and the official bidding her forward, Lisa hobbles away from the ropes. She extends her hands, looking for a tie-up and Maddy obliges.
With Dream limited to one working wheel, Mayhem quickly takes charge, twisting Lisa into a side headlock. She grinds Lisa’s head against her hip, perfect pearlies flashing.
“You’re going to wish you stayed where you were,” Mayhem assures and lifts a knee into Lisa’s forehead, rocking the leader of the Dreamers.
Mayhem releases her grip and a rubber-legged Lisa struggles to stay upright and gather her senses, dark eyes glassy. Maddy speeds to the ropes behind the punch-drunk Dream. Miss Mayhem returns at full speed, throwing a vicious chop block into the back of Lisa’s left knee.
The Dream is ripped off her feet, her spine and the back of her skull THUMPING to the canvas. But the intense throbbing from the limb Maddy’s picked apart overcomes the daze clouding her brain, Lisa shrieking as she holds the left leg tight, cradling it into her body, the Dreamophiles hoping she hasn’t torn a tendon, an injury that might end her return trip from hell not long after it started.
Obviously pleased with herself, an ascendant Maddy plucks Dream off the canvas via a wrist and shoulder, aiming her at a corner no more than two steps away.
“I love Batsy. But I don’t need him to beat you.”
The Mistress of Madness flings Dream into the buckles from the extremely short distance, Lisa THUMPING into the corner chest-first, the trip short enough not to be derailed by the bad wheel of the Ultimate Image.
Grabbing Lisa by the scruff of the neck, the blonde leans her adversary over the middle rope like laundry on a line, The Dream creased over the rubber-coated steel, face down, tummy riding the rope.
With surprising swiftness, Maddy climbs the corner and turns to face her folded foe. She leaps from the heights, legs extended, and NAILS the back of Dream’s braincase with a guillotine leg drop, Maddy landing on the outside apron.
Lisa’s flaccid frame is ripped forward, her head crashing to the hardest portion of the mat. Her legs get caught in the top rope for a moment before gravity sends her body dribbling from between the cables, ending splayed on the apron’s edge, a lifeless arm draping toward the arena floor.
A delighted Mayhem turns to the FAWNatics.
“Should Batsy and I send her back to hell?!”
The crowd screams disapproval but the Mistress of Madness completely disregards them.
"Awwww...You're so kind!" Maddy thanks Rebecca as she hands Batsy over to her.
Assisting her partner, Ravage drags Lisa out enough to have her head hanging over the edge while Maddy raises Batsy up in the air, looking to execute Dream only to have the ref snatch Batsy away from above!
"HEY!", Maddy turns to the ref and scorns. "WHAT THE HELL REF!" Maddy continues to throw her tantrum and pulls the ref's focus away from Lisa.
Unbeknownst to the ref, Rebecca charges towards Lisa and connects with a knee to the face!
"UGHH!!" Lisa groans as the knee connects and boos from The Dreamers follows.
Dream slides down the apron and splats on the ringside, garnering the attention of the ref who immediately tells Rebecca to back off.
Rebecca does with her arms up in innocence, but the damage is already done.
Of course, the lunatic blonde is in on all of this as she immediately stops her tantrum after the assist is complete and moves to the outside.
As Lisa gets up to all fours, The Mistress of Madness runs in and sends a kick into Lisa's midsection, sending her tumbling along the ringside.
"Look at ya, poor little puppy!" Maddy insults as she plucks the brunette from the ground and sends her back into the ring. Maddy joins her in the ring shortly after and covers her for...
ONE!
TWO!
NOO!
"And I hate puppies!" Maddy screams in frustration before mounting on top of Lisa and punches furiously, causing the ref to count...ONE! TWO! THREE...
"Alright! Alright! Get off my back ref!" Maddy exclaims as she slowly lifts herself off her opponent, sneaking in a stomp into the pit of Lisa's stomach to the annoyance of the ref before pulling Lisa back to boot-leather.
The Mistress of Madness bullies Dream into the corner before whipping her diagonally across the ring!
"OOOMPH" Lisa grunts as her back collides into the turnbuckle paddings.
Miss Mayhem zeroes in and charges at Lisa, leaping into the air and sma--NO! Lisa moves out of the way at the last second, letting Mayhem eat the turnbuckle!
As Maddy staggers out of the corner, The Ultimate Image of Perfection catches her in a front facelock, leaps and bounces off the second rope, twisting Maddy in a 360 before dropping her with a DDT!
Springboard Tornado DDT (https://youtu.be/77jQS5NfNkA)
The Mistress of Madness flips onto her back and sits up slightly before dropping into a spread-eagle, prompting Lisa to cover for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
The crowd groans in disappointment as Maddy kicks out of the nearfall, but Lisa keeps her spirits up. As Maddy starts to rise, Lisa sprints towards the ropes and nails The Mistress of Mayhem back to the ground with a Spinning Wheel Kick!
Spinning Wheel Kick (https://youtu.be/vYkUjDM_OxY)
The Dream-O-philes break into cheers as The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection starts to gain momentum. Without hesitation, Dream hops onto the second rope and executes a perfect backflip, splashing across Maddy's body!
Lisasault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71Qt01zUoyM&ab_channel=Shibbyz)
Miss Mayhem's legs shoot up, allowing Lisa to grab them for..OH NO!
Rebecca hops onto the apron and starts making a case for a foul by Lisa when there clearly isn't, distracting the ref from his duties.
The count would have been three if not for Rebecca's interference.
Sick of her fellow Gotham native’s complaints, Lisa forsakes the pin and goes for the other half of the Wrecking Crew, but Rebecca drops back to the ringside before Lisa catches her.
Meanwhile, the distraction gives Mayhem a window of opportunity to take refuge, rolling under the ropes, landing her boots ringside.
Lisa turns to find Maddy safely on the outside, an arm wrapping around her roiling midriff as she grimaces. The Dream can’t hide a hint of frustration, throwing her hands up in the air. Mayhem gives her a one-fingered salute in response and turns to find Rebecca’s whereabouts.
Dream is not the type to put life and limb on the line. OR IS SHE?
It seems returning from hell changes a woman in more ways than one and Lisa races to the ropes farthest from Maddy. She rebounds into a sprint toward the psychotic blonde. Lisa lowers her torso to throw herself between the top and middle ropes, a Suicide Dive on the offing UNTIL the Mistress of Madness turns and charges to the ring’s edge, throwing a forearm into the face of the launching Dream.
Lisa crashes and burns, left draped over the middle rope in a stupor as a grinning Mayhem points at her temple, having demonstrated how much more clever she is than the so-called legendary Lisa.
Hopping to the apron, Maddy moves to a post and races down the length of the ring, lifting a Big Boot to Lisa’s right temple, spinning the flaccid frame of the Ultimate Image like a top, Dream tumbling out of the cables and onto the apron. Mayhem shoves Lisa back in under the bottom rope with a boot sole and climbs through the ropes to join the brunette.
“I know that trip to hell didn’t make you a good person and I just proved it didn’t make you smart.”
Maddy yanks Lisa to her feet, twirling the dazed Dream so Lisa faces away from her. From behind, she dips and throws an arm between the alabaster legs of Lisa. Mayhem ‘hups’ Dream across her shoulders in a very temporary torture rack as Maddy has something more impactful in mind. Pivoting she tosses Lisa off her shoulders, The Dream BANGING to the canvas on her spine and skull from a Burning Hammer that silences the crowd after a sympathetic groan.
Burning Hammer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMLJJBEYNOE )
But the mischievous Mayhem passes on a pinning attempt against the splayed Dream, instead grabbing her foe’s wrists and dragging the deadweight to a corner, propping Lisa in a seated position, Dream’s head drooping as she sags into the buckles.
Maddy slaps her ass a couple times then sprints to the opposite corner before spinning and dashing back the way she’d come. Mayhem launches from several feet out, legs extended and SLAMS her ass into Lisa’s chest, her junk into The Dream’s chin. From there the busting of the Dreamy bronco is underway, Maddy grabbing the middle ropes on either side and pounding pelvic thrusts into Lisa’s mug until the Dream is shellshocked, eyes glassy from the battering.
A smirking Mayhem dismounts and grabs Lisa by the ankles, dragging her to the middle where she genuflects a knee to the cleft of Lisa’s modest bosom. She raises an arm then a finger for each of the official’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dream shoves a shoulder off the canvas to the anger of both the Mistress of Madness inside and Ravage on the outside. Mayhem slaps the taste from Lisa’s mouth, bringing the brunette back to a state of semi-awareness.
Maddy moves to a kneeling straddle of The Dream, pulling Lisa to a seated position, then headbutts her adversary on the bridge of her nose, sending Lisa back to vertical, both hands rushing to check on her beak, the FAWNatics jeering the nasty attack.
Maddy sinks her nails into Lisa’s scalp and, as she rises, pulls Dream to a kneeling position. Lisa sways like a reed in the wind as Mayhem skips to the other end and turns to deliver ‘Oh! Mayhem!’, finishing The Dream once and for all.
The blonde races toward her target, lifting the knee for a brutal conclusion, when Dream pivots out of the way and sweeps Maddy’s plant leg from behind, tripping Mayhem to the canvas.
Lisa covers for…
ONE…
But no more.
Both women scurry to vertical, Lisa in time to pull the Mistress of Madness into a tight small package pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maddy breaks free again and again it’s a race to their feet, each simultaneously reaching their stance, but Lisa’s first on the draw, DRIVING a toe kick deep into Maddy’s tanned tummy.
Grabbing Maddy’s lowered noggin in a tight side headlock, Lisa surges forward a few steps before dropping to her dreamy backside, BULLDOGGING Maddy’s forehead into the thinly-covered plywood.
Maddy bounces halfway to a kneel before flopping to her back, baby blues vacant.
Spent, Lisa can do no more than drop in a back press across the splayed Mayhem for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa clambers to her feet, pulling Maddy up along with her but the woozy blonde shoves Lisa away and stumbles into the corner.
"All the way to hell and back and you're still that pathetic?" Maddy tiredly sneers at Lisa.
Not in any mood to engage in any form of banter, The Ultimate Image squashes the blonde with a running back elbow in the corner.
"UGH!" Maddy grunts before dropping onto one knee.
"Get up!" Lisa demands as she pulls Mayhem back to her feet and pins her back to the corner.
Cradling both of Maddy's hamstrings, Lisa hauls Mayhem onto a seat on the top buckle with a deep grunt before joining her on the second ropes. Raking Maddy's hair back to reveal her face, Dream punches the blonde in the face for good measure. However, instead of dizzying her opponent, the attack prompts Maddy to strike back with a body shot, causing Dream to teeter. The blonde and brunette continue to trade punches in their elevated position, but it’s Lisa who runs out of stamina first and Maddy knocks her back to the deck with a stiff headbutt!
"Don't mess with me bitch!" Maddy snarls as she climbs to a perch on the top rope and leaps off with legs extended! NOBODY'S HOME!
"OWWW!!!" Maddy grimaces in pain as her ass hits the thinly-sheathed wood after Lisa rolls out of the way. Clutching her glutes, Maddy turns around as she struggles to her feet, turning her back to her opponent. Lisa sees the opening and takes it! The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection hops onto Maddy's shoulders and goes for the DreamDriv--NO! Maddy reacts quickly by grabbing onto the corner ropes, letting Lisa throw herself down to the canvas with a forceful backflip!
"QUICK! MADDY! COVER!" Rebecca screams at her partner who quickly folds Dream up and puts both her legs on the ropes for leverage! Rebecca rushes to her partner's aid, holding her legs down for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THR--HEYYY!!! ROPES!
The ref notices the illegal leverage before the third count and stops it, reprimanding The Wrecking Crew for their dirty tactics, but it’s Rebecca who takes over the argument while Maddy would crawl over to Lisa and apply an illegal chokehold!
"LE---GO! *coughs*" Lisa trashes about as Maddy chokes her face purple, stopping only when she realizes the ringside commotion has stopped. The repeated dirty tactics spur the crowd to boo loudly while Maddy is in control, but the jeering has never bothered The Mistress of Madness.
Maddy pulls the gasping Lisa back to her feet albeit unsteadily. The psychotic blonde switches to a wrist clutch control and wrenches the brunette's arm before smacking her in her clavicle with a stiff clothesline!
Shortarm Clothesline (https://youtu.be/LGQrWOELEyA)
Keeping a grasp on Lisa's wrist, the blonde pulls Lisa up with an iron claw on her face and hits her with another short arm clothesline! This time, Maddy dives down and hooks her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!!!
Lisa kicks out of 2.9, rolling to her belly to prevent another cover. The frustrated Maddy lets out a high pitch scream forcing those in the front row to cover up their ears!
"I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO HELL MYSELF IF YOU DON'T STAY DOWN!" Maddy growls, squeezing Lisa's cheek as she brings her back up to her rubbery feet. "AND THIS TIME YOU WON'T COME BACK!"
Maddy races to the ropes behind Lisa and sprints towards Dream with the intention to deliver the Delirium Drop but Lisa goes low, grabbing Maddy's stem as it floats over her head and traps her in an ankle lock!
"TAP YOU PSYCHO!" Lisa screams while the crowd cheers at the reversal!
Ankle Hold (https://youtu.be/YhI9hsgC9YU)
"AHH!! NOOOO!! NOOO!!!!!" Maddy cowers under her arms as she screams. She tries to reach for the ropes, but Lisa drags her back to the center! Nowhere to go, Maddy pushes herself up high enough, giving herself enough space to roll through, almost sending Lisa through the ropes, only to be stopped by a huge forearm by Ravage!
With a dazed Dream on her back, seeing stars, a grimacing Mayhem grasps at her aching ankle, struggling to reach her feet. Forced to use the ropes to make it to vertical, she hobbles to the levelled Dream, sinking her nails into The Dream’s dark locks.
Mayhem struggles to pull Lisa to her feet with her bad wheel but manages and pushes the legend to a corner. Maddy NAILS Lisa with a half dozen forearms to the jaw to pacify any fight left in Dream then fights through the pain to scoop Dream to a seat on the top buckle, planning a better result than The Dream’s previous attempt at high reward.
Climbing to the middle ropes, the Mistress of Madness lifts Lisa to a stance on the top then slowly joins her there, pulling Lisa’s head into a front facelock in preparation for a superplex.
But as the blonde tries to lift Lisa up and over for a devastating conclusion, her throbbing ankle gives way and she collapses off her perch, the startled Dream following her down and SPLASHING her foe into the deck in unexpected, ring-rattling fashion.
The women bounce a couple inches off the canvas, such is the weight of their impact, before Dream settles atop the breathless Maddy for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mayhem shoves a shoulder up to the disappointment of the crowd, Lisa ending on her back next to the splayed blonde, both staring at the rafters, the only movement the soft roll of their chests.
The FAWNatics show their appreciation by chanting ‘THIS…IS…AWE…SOME!” as Dream and Mayhem try to recover enough to push on with the fight.
Slowly they rise in unison and Lisa resumes the war with a forearm to her foe’s jaw. Maddy responds in kind and blonde and brunette go back and forth several times, the crowd cheering and jeering alternately until Dream audibles to a toe kick to Mayhem’s navel, doubling the Mistress at the waist.
Immediately, Lisa races to the ropes on Maddy’s left and rebounds and, as she approaches, The Dream swings her right arm in a great loop, landing a clubbing blow to the back of Maddy’s skull, delivering the Dreamsicle with extreme prejudice.
Mayhem collapses to her face and chest from the brutal blow. Above her, Lisa, hands on her knees, draws in deep breaths, trying to regain enough wind to finish off the nutcase.
Seeing her partner in jeopardy, Ravage leaps to the apron, jabbering at Dream and the official. But Lisa’s ready, sprinting at Rebecca and leaping into a back elbow that sends Maddy’s Wrecking Crew compatriot flying off the apron and into the guardrail. Ravage slides to its base, holding the ribs that crashed into the unforgiving steel.
Returning to a rising Mayhem, Lisa grabs Maddy by a wrist and shoulder and aims her at the far buckles. She lets loose in an Irish Whip, but Maddy reverses only to have Lisa re-reverse and it’s the blonde sent in chest-first from short range.
Ad Maddy staggers away in a backpedal from the collision, Lisa leaps from behind, her ivory-skinned legs wrapping around the head of Maddy. Throwing her frame into a back flip, Lisa delivers the devastating Dream Driver, Maddy’s skull SPIKED into the canvas in spectacular fashion.
Dream Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy28SzNv_RA ) :23
Maddy ends in a wobbling, semiconscious kneel from the impact and a risen Dream leaps into the Mistress with a crossbody that folds Maddy’s hammies atop her calves and puts the blonde’s shoulders to the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOO!
At 2.99, Mayhem springs loose enough to inch a shoulder off the canvas and keep her match hopes alive to the disbelief of Lisa and her Dreamers, the Ultimate Image perhaps starting to wonder if Maddy isn’t some demon meant to send her back.
With no time for disbelief, Lisa scrambles to her feet and pulls Maddy back up with a grip on her waist band. She whips her foe into a corner, following up with a cross body, sliding out to the apron simultaneously.
Corner Crossbody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNOJH6nphR8&ab_channel=TNAKnockoutsMoves)
"Ompphhh!" Maddy spits out air from her body as the crossbody corner connects, Mayhem dropping onto the canvas with a simple shove from Dream.
The Ultimate Image quickly ascends to the top rope and connects with a diving splash across Maddy's body! The Mistress of Madness shudders as Lisa hooks her leg and nods along the count of...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
Maddy kicks out and sits up, forcing a smile, Lisa again shocked by the lunatic's tenacity!
"I'm not finished yet!" Maddy chuckles as Lisa pulls her back up and whips her into the corner once more. But this time, Maddy reverses and trails behind Lisa! Sensing an attack from behind, Lisa hops onto the top rope and springboard herself to a seat on Maddy's shoulders, looking to deliver another Dream Driver!
"NUH UH!" Maddy shouts and slams Lisa face first into the turnbuckle in a reverse Alabama Slam! Lisa groggily staggers to the center of the ring and drops to her knees, The Dream looking like she's suffered a serious concussion.
The Mistress of Madness races to the ropes in front of Lisa and it's -- OH! MAYHEM!
OH! MAYHEM! (https://youtu.be/GbfrWsPTc1c)
The running knee sends Dream flat to the canvas, glassy-eyed, staring blankly into the rafters as Maddy sits on her chest and pulls Lisa's legs close into a matchbook on either side.
"DREAM IS OVER IN..."
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
"And your winner of this match, via pinfall...MADDY MAYHEM!"
Mayhem tosses Lisa’s lifeless legs aside and rises, the official lifting a hand of the victorious blonde before a stunned and silenced crowd.
Maddy snatches her arm back from the ref and starts to stomp on Lisa's comatose body.
The crowd boos and the bell continues to clang, everyone hoping Maddy would stop.
"I'm having so much fun with ya, wake up!" Maddy chirps as she continues to stomp a mudhole out The Ultimate Image.
"Come on, Mads, that's enough! You got your revenge and I have not got mine! Don't put her out of business, can you?" Rebecca explains as she pulls her partner aside.
Maddy takes a few deep breaths, "Okay, okay, I'm chill now. Let's go."
The Wrecking Crew leaves the ring with the newly wrecked doll in the center of the ring, attended by paramedics.