Post by hawkeye on Sept 5, 2022 14:22:39 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and forty pounds, hailing from Fairvale, California and Oxrun Station, Connecticut respectively, this is SIERRA MIST AND ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The FAWNatics voiced their disdain full force the instant the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Weeping Angel but her savage second, the disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Offering those assembled an unnerving smile, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the dark red scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a earlier feeding.
SIERRA MIST:
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold-hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s meal the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads. Following close behind, Mist sported a much simpler old-school fightin' one-piece done in flat black. The only adornment was a simple red belt at her waist, the shade of which matched the laces and trim on her boots and pads respectively.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with a red that senior official Nick Castle didn't much care for. Stifling his unease, he strode over to the dangerous duo and went about securing final inspections.
With the woman who sent Lisa to Hell through a viscous green goo and her little toady situated in the ring, The Dream could hardly contain her excitement at the chance to get after her persecutors. For Sierra Mist also held a special place in Lisa’s rogue’s gallery and, from the look on The Dream’s face backstage, it’s also time for recompense for Mist using her as a dissertation subject.
The jeering crowd sounded as ready for payback as the Ultimate Image, the Dreamers that have rallied to Lisa’s side over the last months turning their attention to the entrance, waiting impatiently for the legend’s arrival. But not only The Dream. No. A guileless youngster who seemed to be leading Lisa even further down the path of virtue.
Having finished business with the Mistress of Madness at Red, White and Bruised, with her new partner’s help, the newly coined Dreammaker bounced on the balls of her feet, ready for as much redemption as revenge. Dream pushed through the curtain when her iconic accompaniment filled the arena, Lisa joining the darkness surrounding she and Heather.
LISA DREAM:
HEATHER CROFTON:
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
A single spot broke the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rose in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon stood illuminated. The noise grew to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joined Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomed Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin, Heather bouncing with energy she couldn't contain.
The Dream was a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt made her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find salvation in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs were finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
Next to her, the Lone Star Girl pleaded with The Dream to take the lead but Lisa directed the youngster on her way with a curious smile and wave.
Crofton was in her battle gear, a yellow two-piece consisting of spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of crisscrossed strips along with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
The Personification of Perfection strode down the ramp and aisle sending chills down the spine of each Dreamer, following the flaxen-haired ingenue that somehow had become a teammate.
The Dream had an eerie smile in place, eerie in that it seemed utterly sincere, Lisa nodding to the cheers and comfortable enough to offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allowed Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle. Her palm connected with every hand, the youngster even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascended the ring steps, staring a hole through the woman who sought to end her time on Earth. Dream halted for a long look, then slipped through the ropes. She waited in her corner until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they moved to the middle and bowed to the exalting crowd.
Again without her previously omnipresent microphone, Lisa silently turned to Brewster and Mist then lets them know “It’s time.”
The women moved to their home corner as Lisa’s music faded, the Announcer taking up his duties.
“And introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and forty five pounds, hailing from New York, New York and Grapevine, Texas respectively, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…the Lone Star Girl. LISA DREAM AND HEATHER CROFTON... THE DREAM TEAM!”
The eclectic duo shared a high five before Lisa slipped out onto the apron, allowing her exuberant blonde charge to take point against the forces of darkness.
No surprise from either side of the ring as each team sent their younger member forward to start the match, though there was a bit of audible murmuring from the FAWNatics once the bell sounded and Sierra didn't immediately hightail it back to her corner to clap in Adelaide for an early advantage against the brassy blonde ingenue. Heather Crofton counted herself among the surprised as well, though she certainly wasn't going to argue with getting a hand on the former PHD candidate. Mist had caused nothing but trouble during her first encounter with Adelaide and if not for the timely arrival of her perfect partner she might have finished that match as Brewster's latest bit of charcuterie. Sierra seemed to read these thoughts on Crofton's face or at least she smiled like she did, either way the Girl from Grapevine didn't much appreciate the unspoken sass.
“Sure you don't want to run home to Addy?” The 'tude in Heather's tone wiped the smirk off Sierra's face with the spartan efficiency of a Bitch Slap. “I'm not about to take it easy on you just because you're not a real wrest--”
CRACK!
Mist's hand lashed out for an actual Bitch Slap that twisted the blonde's head to one side! “You're no wrestler, Heather Crofton.” Sierra stepped into the breach so she could hiss directly into her opponent's ear. “You're simply a lamb that escaped the block when the butcher was distraUUGGHHH!”
Heather braced both hands against Mist's chest and shoved hard enough to drop the little brunette on her butt with an audible plop! “Lamb huh?” Crofton dropped into a deep crouch, extended one hand to mere inches in front of Sierra's nose and beckoned her forward. “Gotta tell ya babe, this lamb is happy to kick your ass all over the ring!”
Mist swatted her hand away, scrambled to boot-leather and flung herself forward into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Heather was rocked back several steps by the force of Sierra's charge, but she had a few inches and a few pounds on the brunette and it wasn't long before she'd dug in her heels to stall Mist's prog-- Sierra's left hand, which had been clamped onto Crofton's right bicep, was suddenly all up in the blonde's face, Mist scrubbing the heel of her palm across the other wrestler's mouth, nose and cheeks in a blatant show of disrespect!
Hissing in both pain and embarrassment, Heather treated Sierra to a taste of the same and upped the ante by adding several quick, hard slaps to the brunette's face! “Crazy brat!” Crofton scowled. “You're gonna wish you'd stayed locked EEERRRRHHHH!” Sierra abandoned all pretense of actual grappling and filled her hands with Heather's hair for a bout of savage tugging!
“Hair!” Lisa called to Nick Castle to draw his attention to her old second's blatant rule breaking. “Hair, Nick!”
Dream alerting him to an actual foul caused the ref a brief, albeit intense bit of cognitive dissonance, but he shook it off in short order and confirmed, “Knock that catty crap off, Sierra! Don't make me warn you ag--”
Crofton wasn't interested in waiting to see if Mist would follow the rules so she filled her hands with Sierra's dark tousle and tried to remove it by force! Unlike her counterpart in the opposite corner, Brewster made no attempt to get Castle's attention, instead she swatted the turnbuckle with one hand and shouted, “Tear her apart, Sierra! Nice and slow!”
Mist prided herself on following Adelaide's directions to the letter, but there was nothing nice or slow about the way she and the lamb ripped into one another. Their lawless gouging might've continued unabated if Castle hadn't risked life and limb to wedge his hands between the warring duo and prize them apart. “That's the only warning you're going to get!” the Senior Official told his charges before glancing at their partners. “That goes for you two as well. Don't test me on this.”
Heather nodded and actually looked embarrassed by the scolding, whereas Sierra simply sneered and smoothed down her hair. “Why don't you stop wasting our time and simply tag in the megalomaniac fraud?” she snapped. “I know you want to, it's written all over your face.”
Heather scowled, rolled her shoulders and took a step forward. “You don't know what you're talking ab--”
“Ohhh, yes I do.” Sierra sneered. “I spent YEARS trying to make that ungrateful psychopath into someone suitable for polite society and in the end she tossed me aside and--”
“And now you work for a chick with a Count Chocula fetish.” now it was Heather's turn to interrupt. “Sounds like Lisa made the smart choice kicking you to the curBNNGGHHH!”
Sierra raised her hands like she wanted another clinch only to spike the point of her boot into Crofton's tummy instead! Teeth bared in a snarl as she wheeled around behind the vulnerable Texan, Mist crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down Crofton's back! Heather yelped and straightened up, both hands flying to those tender score marks while Sierra wheeled around and ran the ropes on her six. “Behind you, Heather!” Dream called to the wincing blonde. “She's right behind--” Sierra leapt, snatched hold of Crofton's locks as she flew by and pulled with all her might to drive Heather's face into the canvas with a cringe-inducing THWHUNK!
Still clamped onto her foe's hair after the initial impact, Mist didn't allow Crofton the courtesy of rolling onto her back, instead she tugged her head up by a few inches and thum-thum-thum-thum-thumped her noggin several more times before scrubbing Heather's wailing mug against the canvas like she was trying to eradicate her nose or a very stubborn stain, whichever came first.
Sierra's hair-holds made all of this quite illegal as Lisa and the FAWNatics had pointed out to Nick Castle quite emphatically. To his credit the senior official wasn't reneging on his earlier promise, he'd simply been startled by Sierra's hyper aggressive approach. Thus the little brunette was well on her way to smoothing down Heather's face when he stepped in and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sierra let go, stood tall and raised both hands over her head just to drive a quick Stomp between the vulnerable wrestler's shoulders. “Don't you dare act like you give a shit about her! You're not fooling anyone!” Mist barked to Lisa, who watched the action with anger stamped across her perfect features. But Dream didn't respond and her silence only incensed Sierra further. “You're a selfish brat, an inveterate liar and no one, NO ONE, will be surprised when you leave this idiot to take another beating that you so richly deserve!”
Lisa continued to hold her tongue as Mist closed in on the former World Champion's corner. The one-sided 'conversation' might've carried on a bit longer if Brewster hadn't called out, “Her time will come, Sierra. For now the runaway chattel is your primary concern.”
The little brunette kept her eyes locked on her former mentor, though she was quick to reply to her current patron. “Yes, Adelaide.” Breaking away from Dream without another word, she circled back to Heather Crofton just as the Texan was pushing to all fours. With hair hanging down into her eyes she didn't see Mist approaching, though she sure as heck felt it when Sierra leaned down and raaaaaaaaked her back!
“Ooooowww dammit!” Heather popped to boot-leather and scrambled away from Brewster's maniacal convert before turning around to face her once more. “Keep those nails to yourself, honey.” she warned the brunette. “Scratch me again and I'll break 'em all--”
Sierra sprang with all her talons aimed straight for Crofton's face and she might've hooked 'em deep if the blonde hadn't dipped low and threaded an arm between the brunette's thighs to take her up, over and down with a simple Fireman's Carry! Mist landed flat on her back but immediately rolled onto her right hip to get up, alas Heather snatched hold of her left wrist and wrenched it back beneath her left armpit while simultaneously pressing the point of that knee down on the side of her opponent's face! “What'd I tell ya?” Crofton ground down on the knee and reefed back on the Armbar to make the brunette squirm. “You must wanna spend the rest of the summer in a cas--”
Sierra managed to shove Heather's knee off her head, though her arm was still under the Texan's control as she fought to verticality. Speaking of whom, Heather doubled down on the wrist control and hopped in place once, twice, three times in an attempt to wrench the smaller grappler's captured arm out of joint. Mist yelped aloud but didn't crumple, so Heather cuffed her across the nape of the neck with a couple of Overhand Forearm Smashes, then scooped her up onto one shoulder and delivered her unto the canvas with a resounding Body Slam!
Sierra sat up like the mat was electrified, so Heather shoved her right back down before hitting the ropes to ensure she had a good head of steam built up when she took to the skies. Kicking both legs out straight ahead, Crofton brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-nine pounds down on Sierra's neck with a gorgeous Leg Drop! Sierra's own stems kicked up on impact so Heather hooked the closest and drew it close to ensure the weirdo stayed down for...
LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FN8v3cr_0fA
ONE...
TWO...
“OOOWWWW!”
Crofton popped up and hurried away, one hand pressed to the red crescent left by Mist's gnashing teeth. As for Sierra, she rolled to one knee and froze when she realized Adelaide had extended a hand. With Heather much closer to her own partner than the Weeping Angel, Sierra encountered no interference in making the tag. Crofton rolled her shoulders, glanced to Lisa and wasn't surprised to see the veteran's hand extended in her direction.
“It's ok, Heather.” Dream said quietly. “Let me soften her up for you.” Heather nodded, but kept her eyes on Brewster as she made her way to the corner.
The Sanguinaire only smiled. “Make your escape, by all means. I wouldn't dream of interfering.”
Frowning, Heather strode over to the Ultimate Image and clapped her into the match for the first time. “Kick her ass, Lisa.”
Dream moved carefully through the ropes to join Brewster, not hesitant exactly, but not as excited as some of the Dreamers preferred, their cheering becoming muted as The Dream’s apparent concern lessened the excitement for revenge on the woman who sent Lisa to hell.
“It’s been a while,” Adelaide purred as the brunettes circle, growing ever closer. “When I saw you drown in the slime, the perfect victim of one of my finest moments, I never thought to see you again.”
The women came together in a Collar-and-Elbow and Brewster growled as they struggled for leverage.
“It seems I can’t trust anyone to truly finish you but myself. And this fantasy you can remain on the straight and narrow will make it SO much easier.”
Dream shoved the Daughter of Darkness away, the fire in her dark eyes growing.
“We’ll see who’s living in a fantasy,” The Dream imparted.
Brewster nodded and surged, shooting a Toe Kick toward Lisa’s midriff, but The Dream caught the boot around the ankle before she’s impaled. The Ultimate Image lifted the leg high, forcing Adelaide to bounce on her planted stem. Dream swept a leg to bring her foe to the mat, but Brewster hopped over to remain vertical.
Thwarted, Lisa threw the captured stem to the side, sending the Sanguinaire through a pirouette. As the would-be bloodsucker twirled, Dream followed suit in the opposite direction and boot met temple after the simultaneous 360s, Lisa decking her adversary with a Spinning Heel Kick.
SPINNING HEEL KICK @ 1:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yrbc9qIb-v4
With Brewster down, Lisa skipped over the splayed Adelaide and leapt onto the ropes at Brewster’s side, jumping to the middle cable while grasping the top with both hands. Lisa gracefully back-flipped into her Dreamysault, pulling out a heavy hitter early to show she meant business.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
But it proves TOO early as Adelaide raised her knees, stabbing Dream with the bony caps when Lisa returned to earth. Dream rolled away from the bitter impact, hugging her abdomen, gurgling and desperately drawing in deep breaths.
Between the painful inhalations, Lisa cursed herself under her breath for her mistake. She pushed to all fours and headed for Heather, the blonde wincing in sympathy pain. Crofton held out a hand, ready to help, but Brewster had other ideas.
Up and stalking Dream from behind, Adelaide headed to the same strands Lisa used. She vaulted to the same middle cable and springboarded out in a spin instead of a flip, dropping a BIG elbow to the base of Dream’s spine, flattening her foe to her chest, the Ultimate Image grimacing in pain.
Scrambling to a position on one knee next to The Dream’s legs, Adelaide wrapped her arms around the ankle of Lisa’s raised lower left limb, quickly securing an Ankle Lock on the woman she sent to the underworld.
ANKLE LOCK @ 00:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-gztkUKImk
The Daughter of Darkness cruelly twisted on her submission hold, drawing yelps of pain from Lisa, Dream pushing up on her palms, then stretching one hand toward a ready, willing, but unable Crofton, who’s still feet from a touch.
Lisa spun halfway to her back and thrust a stomp from her free leg to break herself loose. Liberated, she back somersaulted to create some space and hobbled to her feet, hoping to get some time to shake her injured wheel back to usefulness.
But Brewster kept the pressure on, charging Lisa and NAILING the ivory-skinned grappler with a raised knee to the navel, doubling Dream. She followed with another, this blast to Lisa’s lowered chin, snapping her foe’s head back, Dream’s arms pinwheeling to keep her upright. Remaining so did her no favors as Brewster slipped behind Lisa, her left arm wrapping around Dream’s throat.
Adelaide turned back to back with the grip still tight and dropped to her knees, ROCKING Dream with an Inverted Backbreaker.
INVERTED BACKBREAKER @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e_xk8FNXZg
Lisa’s body bounced from the collision before settling on her side, reaching for the base of her backbone, face etched in pain. Behind her, Adelaide pushed to her feet, running her tongue over a set of glittering pearlies, the Sanguinaire appearing ravenous for a meal that’s been off the menu for far too long.
In the six of the Ultimate Image, Brewster motioned Lisa to rise and Dream ascends, unaware of her adversary’s whereabouts. Slowly, the faltering legend turns to a charging Adelaide. The Daughter of Darkness pounced toward her would-be meal, folding into a tight tuck, shins pressed tight to Lisa’s chest, hands wrapping around the back of Dream’s neck. And when Adelaide dropped to her back her Bitchbreaker Inverted Lungblower delivers a body-rattling shock-wave to the over-matched Dream, Lisa sent airborne for a split second before ending on her back, closer to Heather but not close enough.
BITCHBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4
A dominant Adelaide kipped to her feet and strolled to the splayed Lisa.
“You may have escaped the resting place I planned for you, but clearly not with the fight it takes to be The Dream.”
Adelaide genuflected, placing a domineering knee on the cleft of Lisa’s heaving bosom for an arrogant pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
Dream pushed Brewster off, rolling to her side, Lisa a long distance from the revenge craved by her and her Dreamers.
The audience stunned into silence by Adelaide’s display, Crofton’s pleas for a tag reach Dream’s ears but curdled there from the battery to which Lisa’s been subjected.
Sierra chuckled from the sidelines, delighting in seeing her former mentor and test subject be sent through the wringer by Brewster, at the top of her game. Inside, Adelaide drew a rubbery Lisa to vertical. She grabbed Dream’s left arm at the wrist and folded it behind the wobbling Lisa, leaving plenty of open territory for her clenching right hand to deliver a Heart Punch and send The Dream into an arrhythmia from which she would not recover.
But before the blow was delivered to Dream’s blood pumper, Lisa used Brewster’s grip to spin out of trouble, ending with a Three Quarters Facelock clamped around Adelaide’s skull. The legend crisply Snapmared the Sanguinaire to her backside then backpedaled to the ropes behind her. With momentum from the springy, rubber-coated steel provided, Lisa somersaulted over Adelaide’s right shoulder, latching onto Brewster’s noggin on the fly-by, POUNDING the brunette’s noggin into the deck between her extended legs with a nasty Neck Snap.
NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjJAfo_-NuQ
With Adelaide absently flopping to her back from the concussive blow, the crowd implored Lisa for a cover while the Lone Star Girl beseeched for a tag. The Dream seemed capable of neither as she tried to shake the cobwebs clear.
Finally with enough lucidity to make the decision, Dream crawled toward her home base and dove the last feet to a tag of Miss Mustang, the lively, flaxen-haired colt springing over the cables and racing toward the Daughter of Darkness, Brewster having made it to a seated position.
Heather raced by Adelaide, hitting the ropes in front of her foe, skipping over a swipe from Mist as she rebounded. The wide-eyed ingenue jumped into a low-rise Dropkick to Brewster’s breasts, SLAMMING the back of Adelaide’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Heather kipped to her feet to the enjoyment of the assembled, the relative rookie drawing a sustained roar as she dipped to collect Brewster by a wrist and shoulder and yank Adelaide to her feet.
“You think you're real scary, don't ya?” Crofton didn't wait for an answer, instead she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Adelaide into the ropes with an Irish Whip. But rather than simply let go, the Texan only halved her grip and instead pivoted along with the brunette, Heather setting her free arm between Brewster's shoulders to ensure she wouldn't stray from the path designated by the blonde. Indeed Adelaide didn't deviate in the slightest until she turned around to bounce off the strands which was also the precise moment Heather THWHUMPED a huge Kneelift into her belly.
“Real talk? You DID scare the crap out of me the first time we wrestled, but you got a lot LESS scary when I heard the ref count three!” Brewster grunted, hoisted her butt off the middle rope and started to say something that was rudely interrupted by a Forearm Smash from the fireplug blonde. From there she went back to the Wristlock and slung the former World Champ to the other side of the ring, Heather once again following along for a second gut-churning Kneelift delivered the moment her foe turned around.
Crofton did some turning herself then, the Girl From Grapevine spinning in place so she could reach over her shoulder with both hands and collect Brewster's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Just like that she took a giant step forward and dropped to one knee, the newcomer putting a whole lotta stank on the Snapmare that put Adelaide on her butt in the center of the squared circle. Everyone save Sierra seemed quite pleased by this turn of events, meaning her snarls of disgust were totally overwhelmed by cheers as Crofton took off unaccompanied for the far side of the ring. Cheering right along with the rest of the crowd, Lisa bellowed all the louder when her young partner took to the air in a short hop and swooped down to the perfect level to THWHAP a Sliding Lariat across Adelaide's chest!
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxtCzadrXDo
Brewster was knocked back with enough force to bounce the back of her skull against the canvas which in turn rocked her up to a seat, albeit one where she had both arms wrapped around the back of her aching dome. The crowd (Dream included) called for Heather to pin the vulnerable brunette, but Miss Mustang knew the Weeping Angel was far from finished so she popped to boot-leather and headed to the ropes yet again. This incessant back & forth was driving Sierra into a rage, yet the savvy newcomer had carefully aligned her offense to stay well clear of the other team's corner, meaning Mist could sit and watch along with everyone else when Crofton returned and left her feet for the second time in less than a minute, the yellow-clad blonde stretching out so she was parallel to the mat long before she THWHAMMED into Adelaide's chest with a Basement Crossbody!
BASEMENT CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
Now Heather did stay in place, the tenacious tyro practically glued across Brewster's chest as the veteran's stems shot skyward for easy collection. She'd just secured the pin for good when Castle swooped in beside his charges and slapped off...
ONE...
TWO...
Brewster kicked out with an enthusiasm that the FAWNatics didn't much care for, though it didn't seem to bother Heather very much considering she already had her hands buried in the taller woman's hair. “Yeah, you're not nearly so scary once you've got an 'L' on ya.” Crofton noted after she'd switched over from the hair-hold to another Wristlock. “And cutie, me and Lisa are gonna put a whole lotta L's on you!”
Eager to enact this bold prophecy with all due haste, Heather stepped back, dropped her hips and hurled Adelaide at the ropes with all her might. But when Brewster reached the edge of her tether the Texan dug in her heels and reeled Brewster back into a 'smecking' Bear Hug that was only a precursor to a massive Belly to Belly Sup--“AAAARRRHHHH!”
Heather hesitated for only a moment and that was all Brewster needed to lower her head and clamp down on the side of her opponent's neck! “BITING!” Lisa shouted over the indignant outrage of those assembled on the other side of the guardrail. “SHE'S BITING, NICK!”
Castle didn't need to be told, he'd called enough of Brewster's bouts to recognize the special pitch of a wrestler when Adelaide's fangs made contact with their neck. He also knew that a warning was quite useless so rather than waste his breath the Senior Official simply began counting. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Brewster shoved the blonde away a whisper shy of disqualification and immediately ducked the sloppy Haymaker Crofton swung at her skull! The force of the miss swung Heather around in a half circle and Adelaide capitalized by THWHACKING the point of her elbow into the nape of the chattel's neck! Crofton stumbled in fence-post holes without going down so Adelaide lunged forward to slip her head beneath the youngster's right arm. In the next instant she looped her left arm around the back of Heather's neck and slipped her right arm around the inside of the Texan's right thigh. Hooks sank deep, the Daughter of Darkness got low and popped her hips to hurl Heather up, over and down, the spirited blonde turned inside out by the time she THAWHAMMED flat on her face, chest and belly!
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHwMJTW7aEs
The echoing impact seemed to drain all the sound from the FAWN Arena, well, all the sound save the delighted cackling of one Sierra Mist. Brewster wasn't cackling, though she her mood had certainly improved with Heather on the canvas trying to hold her ribs together. After a few deep breaths she twisted onto one knee, grabbed a handful of Crofton's hair and yanked her head up so Lisa could get a good look at her face. “This is your doing, Dream.” she told the Personification of Perfection. “Your looks may change, but your motives remain identical. Find someone to do all the heavy lifting, let them take your beatings, then abandon them in their time of need.”
Lisa's eyes tossed sparks, though she kept her voice level as she raised the tag rope in one clenched fist. “I'm not going anywhere, Adelaide.” she promised. “So let Heather make the tag and I'll show you exactly what--”
Brewster drove the Texan's forehead into the canvas, then got to her feet and forced Crofton do to the same. “A noble gesture, but one she'll have to earn. Your recent meddling means this one hasn't yet learned the proper respect. I'll return her to your care once she's been properly instructed... assuming there's anything left of course.”
“You take liberties with her and I'll make you sorry, Adelaide.” Lisa growled. “That's a promise.”
“I quiver with fear.”
Brewster collected a Wristlock of her own, pointed Crofton toward the most dangerous corner of the squared circle and sent her on her way with an Irish Whip so strong Sierra actually hopped off the apron to ensure her own safety. Turned out to be wise precaution as the whole of the ring shivered when Heather twisted around and BWUUUNGED against the buckles! Crofton bounced hard and might've gone down on her butt if she hadn't draped her arms over the top rope without really thinking about it. The desire to remain vertical was admirable, unfortunately it also made her an easier target, as Brewster demonstrated when she rushed in and DRILLED a vicious Back Elbow into the point of her foe's chin!
Holding her position until Mist scrambled back into place, Adelaide tagged the diminutive brunette in full view of the official, but she made no effort to exit the ring. Instead she peeled herself off of Heather, scraped the blonde out of the corner, then dipped low and boosted her across her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. At the same time Sierra vaulted over the top rope and lined herself up with the Texan's head, which was hanging off the brunette's left shoulder. Mist burst into life at a nod from her patron, the former PHD candidate rushing forward and leaping into the air with both knees raised high. She wedged these joints against Heather's face, grabbed her head in both hands and laid out on her back while Brewster dropped to her butt, the dark-haired duo earning grudging applause from the crowd with their combination Gutbuster and Facebreaker! The terrifying tandem offense left Heather reeling on her knees until Sierra shoved her down and hopped aboard in a Crossbody good for the...
SKULL SPLITTER @ 2:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pifNBkYn40
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Girl From Grapevine beat the count without any assistance from her veteran partner, who quickly slipped back through the ropes without anything more than a supporting round of applause. Mist proved less enthused by the blonde's resilience, though she wasn't without some veteran guidance of her own. “Don't worry yourself about the count, Sierra.” Adelaide murmured, “The chattel is stunned... vulnerable. Use this opportunity to teach her the dangers of the dark.”
Sierra mulled her options for a moment before a smile crossed her face. “I can do that. Submitted for your approval...”
Hauling Crofton to a seat with a handful of hair, Sierra planted a foot on either side of the Texan's hips, then dropped to her butt and secured a Scissors around her opponent's waist! Heather groaned and reeled backward or at least tried. Mist's handful of hair kept her from going far and it was only a moment until her head was stuffed beneath Sierra's left armpit. Once that was out of the way she threaded her arms under the blonde's biceps and locked her hands against across the base of Heather's neck so she could simultaneously squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan back on a modified Butterfly Lock that put Crofton's head only inches from the canvas.
The Dream’s one-time benefactor and assistant growled, teeth bared, as she drew mewling huffs from the trapped blonde.
Sierra cast a glance in Adelaide’s direction and the Daughter of Darkness nodded.
Mist leaned in close and sank her teeth into the marks remaining from Brewster’s previous taste.
Heather’s grunts turn to fervent squeals that continued for a full four seconds of Castle’s count. Mist finally released her jaw with a final suck of Crofton’s supple skin. Though there’s no stream of crimson evident, Sierra licked her lips as if adoring the flavor of the Yellow Rose’s nectar.
“Delicious. Is it not?” Adelaide asked suggestively.
“Mmmmm,” comes the non-verbal response from Mist, Adelaide’s sway on Sierra never more evident.
Unstrapping herself from the hyperventilating Heather, Mist pushed to her feet behind the seated Texan and planted a soccer kick between the shoulderblades of Miss Mustang, the beloved beauty arching in pain, face twisted in hurt from the impact.
Mist snatched Crofton by her flowing flaxen locks and pulled her indulgence to vertical. From behind, Mist dipped and wrapped her arms around Crofton’s upper thighs, lifting the wriggling Heather off the canvas. Mist stepped toward the nearest set of ropes and, with the Lone Star Girl leaning forward, dropped Heather’s neck across the rubber-coated steel of the top rope with a none too subtle Hot Shot to the blonde’s throat.
Heather gasped and chokeed after whiplashing in a 180 away from the nasty contact. The spinning Crofton staggered directly into the outstretched arms of Adelaide’s supposed add-on and Sierra bent to curve her arms under the glutes of the red-faced Texan.
Up Miss Mustang went in an inverted copy of Mist’s previous lift. Sierra laid out and Heather’s chest and face THUMPED against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Crofton hit with enough oomph to bounce a few inches off the canvas. She settled into a face down starfish, the Lone Star Girl groaning into the deck.
Sierra spun up to one knee and raised her arms high and wide.
Brewster, for one, and only one, politely applauded her consort, even the Dreamers in the crowd having to admit Mist looked much more a threat than when she was with their Ultimate Image.
Sierra dropped into a forward-facing crouch straddling Crofton mid-back. She fashioned a cup out of laced fingers and slipped it under the chin of the Yellow Rose, then leaned back. Sierra stretched Heather’s vertebrae, both high near the neck and low near the base in an increasing arc until the whimpering blonde was forced to stare at the rafters in a torturous ‘C’ shape.
“Surrender, buttercup,” Mist snarled, “or I’ll snap you.”
The PhD in Psychology turned to her former, dark-haired thesis.
“Tell her, Lisa. Tell her to save herself. Because we both know you won’t.”
The Dream bit her lower lip, knuckles going white as she clenched the top rope. Lisa’s gaze turned from the woman that treated her like an experiment to the woman who sent her to hell. She looked at the gleaming smile from Adelaide and could feel herself grow flushed.
Dream shook herself out of the growing rage, instead concentrating on her support of the grappling Girl from Grapevine. But Heather’s unable to provoke an escape, the ramshackle version of a Camel Clutch amateurishly applied but agonizing nevertheless from sheer fanatic enthusiasm.
“Whaddya say,” Nick asked, looking intently for the slightest affirmative.
“Nuh…uh,” Crofton grunted, prompting a furious huff from Sierra.
Mist released the cupped chin, exchanging it for handfuls of golden locks. She THWUNKED Heather’s features into the mat, Crofton’s head bouncing off the deck disturbingly.
A risen Sierra turned to her sage.
“There’s plenty left for you, my most cherished,” Sierra noted proudly, POUNDING the Lone Star Girl’s face back into the canvas again with a makeshift Curb Stomp that left Heather on the far edge from consciousness.
“Girls like her are a dime a dozen, apprentice,” Adelaide assured. “Pin her and I’ll savor the chase of my perfect plaything a little longer.”
Sierra moved to a standing straddle of the Yellow Rose, facing toward Crofton’s feet. She rolled the softly stirring Heather to her back with a boot, then vaulted into the air, legs extended. Heather emitted a bursting exhale on Mist’s landing, Sierra’s ass dropping to Miss Mustang’s breadbasket and forcing every bit of oxygen from her foe’s lungs.
Crofton jackknifes below a gratified Mist, Sierra staring down a nervous Dream as she scooped up the limp legs of the breathless blonde in a double-barreled cradle. Leaning back with the folded Lone Star Girl in her possession, Sierra counted along with the slaps of the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa cut short the pats of the canvas from Castle, diving through the ropes and NAILING Sierra in the forehead with a Double Axhandle to break the count and save the day both for her team and the revitalized FAWNatics.
Instead of joining the fracas, Adelaide watched with cool detachment even as Dream dropped a rising Mist with a Clothesline, a big elbow and a Dropkick in succession, Sierra finally staying down after the third trip to the canvas.
As Castle grew testy with Lisa Legend, the brunette plucks Sierra off the deck, grabbing her at the scruff of the neck and the back waistline of her togs. Dream heaved her foe to the corner which Brewster populates, Mist flying between the top and middle buckles, her right shoulder BANGING against the ring post.
As Mist howled in pain, grasping at her injured wing, an impervious Adelaide tapped the wreckage and slips through the ropes.
Lisa motioned the Daughter of Darkness toward her.
“You want to send me back,” Lisa shouted. “Here I am.”
“I don’t since you ask. I want to make you suffer. Nick. If you would.”
Brewster directed Castle to evacuate The Dream from the ring, which he did, looking as if he felt dirty for following Adelaide’s orders.
“I’m going to feast on this one while you watch,” Adelaide purred. “And somewhere deep down. The woman that put a microphone inside Kylie Sanders is going to love it. And you’ll have to deal with me AND her!”
Heather’s made it to hands and knees in the interregnum. With Dream forced to the outside by FAWN’s lead referee, Brewster turned her feral attention back to her pretty prey, Crofton reaching vertical on rubbery stems.
Adelaide waited until the oblivious Miss Mustang started to turn in her direction and raced toward Crofton. She slid by Heather’s side, grabbing an arm and whipping her body around that of the blonde, leaving the canvas to end in a Crucifix Scissors of the Texan’s arms while draped over her foe’s shoulders. It took but the flash of an eye before Adelaide RIPPED Heather off her feet, SPIKING the beloved ingenue’s skull into the canvas with an horrific yet spellbinding Crucifix Driver.
CRUCIFIX DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=APx2MPG0HsQ
Heather ended on her knees from the somersaulting momentum of the impact but timbered to her side, in no condition to prevent a pin.
However, for the moment, none was forthcoming from the Daughter of Darkness. Instead she buried a hand in Crofton's battle damp hair and hauled her off the mat in stages, the resilient, albeit reduced Texan forced to lean against the veteran as she's returned to verticality. Switching her grip to the nape of Heather's neck, Brewster wrenched the blonde's head back at an awkward angle and asked, “Why have you cast your lot, with her of all people? There is a veritable trail of beaten, humiliated warriors in her wake. Do you really think the change in attire reflects a genuine change of character? This isn't the first time she's worn white, you knNGH!”
Crofton delivered a sturdy hook to Adelaide's tummy, then laced her hands across the back of the brunette's head and wedged her own noggin beneath the taller woman's head. If she'd just dropped to her knees then and there it might have worked, but Heather went up on tiptoe and the Weeping Angel took the split-second delay to wrench free and BITE down on the side of her opponent's neck once more!
Lisa protested along with the rest of the FAWNatics while Nick Castle stepped into place beside his charges and counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Adelaide released with a snarl, then wrapped both hands around the Texan's vulnerable throat and boosted her high into the air, the former World Champ showing off the benefits of her iron rich diet. But sustenance for her was sadism to others, as Heather learned when Brewster swung her forward and down and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM the blonde against the deck with a massive Choke Bomb! Remaining on her knees after the impact, Adelaide wedged her shoulders into the pits of Crofton's knees and folded her in half with a Matchbook that let Brewster look Lisa dead in the eyes as Castle slapped the mat...
CHOKE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUdJzuQb5TA
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Relief and astonishment from those assembled when the Lone Star Girl twisted onto her side with less than a whisper to spare. “That's right! That's right, Heather!” Lisa led the charge for her woozy partner. “You're BETTER than she is and everyone knows it!”
Adelaide had been studying Crofton, now her dark eyes flitted to Dream. “One would think the Personification of Perfection would also consider herself a bastion of truth. Apparently not.”
Dream's only response was an inscrutable smile and continued support for the Girl From Grapevine.
Filing this slight away for future recompense, Brewster hooked onto Heather's shoulder-straps and set her on her feet before taking hold of the blonde's left wrist. A quick, oft-practiced motion folded that limb up behind Crofton's head and set the whole arena's teeth on edge as the Queen of Nightmares balled her free hand into a fist and—NO! Crofton STAMPED on the brunette's toes, pulled free of her grip, then dipped a shoulder and slipped it between Brewster's legs to boost her up into a Fireman's Carr-UPROARIOUS cheers from the sold out crowd when the newcomer immediately laid out on her right side to PLANT the back of Adelaide's head and shoulders on the mat courtesy a Death Valley Bomb!
DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=efXtEk5bYYo
Brewster rolled through to a seat, slopped over onto all fours and began clambering to her feet, though she did so with the jerky, semi-lucid movements of a woman operating on auto pilot. Admittedly Heather wasn't faring much better, yet she still had the combined might of the FAWNatics and the Ultimate Image on her side, while Adelaide had no one save Sierra and some particularly deviant members of section 1408. Even so, she'd taken a hellacious beating for the last several minutes and her last burst of offense set Brewster directly between herself and the tag she needed so badly. Gritting her teeth as she stood up, Crofton offered the Nosferhotu a grim smile and huffed, “You want to tag out, honey? You're gonna have to get through me.”
Brewster had the unmitigated gall to laugh aloud. “I see why she likes you. Despite very different upbringings you both clearly share the same pathetic delusiRRRGGHHHH!”
Heather bellowed, charged and sprang on the brunette with a flurry of Forearm Smashes and Haymakers that rocked Adelaide halfway to the Perfect Corner! “Just a little bit more, Heather!” Lisa had the tag rope in one hand and was leaned as far over the ropes as physics would allow. “Just keep punching, she'll give ground soon en--”
Brewster got her hands against the Texan's chest and sent her backpedaling across the canvas with a rough shove. “Your refusal to accept the inevitable has lost all its charm, little lamb.” Adelaide sneered. “You're already in the chute, all that remains is to walk onto the killing flo--”
Heather unleashed another huge Haymaker, only this time Brewster caught her wrist coming in and bit down on it like she meant to take Crofton's hand as a prize! Castle's count was immediate, but Adelaide didn't exploit it. Indeed the ref had barely reached 'THREE' when she relinquished it to double down on the Wristlock. Whether born of an innate desire to inflict more punishment on The Dream or simply a lapse made in the heat of battle, Adelaide stepped away and slung Heather straight at her own corner! Alas, Brewster wasn't the only one swept up in the heat of battle at the moment and Crofton reversed the momentum to send Adelaide to the buckles in her place!
Eyes going wide as she saw Brewster close in, Lisa maintained her grip on the tag rope but leaned back as far as she could to ensure she was clear of the other brunette's talons. As for Adelaide, she came in at full speed only to snatch the top rope in both hands and brace a foot against the middle turnbuckle to come to a stop without ever turning around. When all was said and done the rivals were barely a foot apart and staring daggers through one another, a silent tableau that continued until Nick hurried over and said, “All right ladies, let's have a nice, clean-- Adelaide pursed her lips and PFWOOOSSSHED a bilious cloud of red into Lisa's perfect features! Dream shrieked and toppled off the apron, the Reddened Image pawing and swiping at her face while Brewster just licked her lips.
“I'd forgotten just how good you look in--”
“ADELAIDE, LOOK OUT!”
Brewster whipped around at the sound of Sierra's shout and got just a glimpse of Heather going airborne before the Miss Mustang THWHAPPED a massive Dropkick offa the point of her chin! Adelaide's head snapped back and she slumped noticeably, the former champ saved from complete collapse only because she hooked her arms over the top rope and set her butt on the middle turnbuckle. She was still dealing with the Crofton induced cobwebs between her ears when Heather crowded in and reached for Lisa only to find the veteran leaned against the barricade, her face little more than a gruesome red splotch.
“Oh, you nasty brat!” the Texan growled to Brewster even as she went low and stuffed a hard Shoulderblock into the brunette's belly! In the next instant she hooked her arms around Adelaide's thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle, then snatched a double handful of hair to keep things nice and steady as she climbed into place on the top rope. Very much aware of, but unable to stop for the cacophonous roar of the crowd, Heather forced Brewster's noggin back and unloaded a good half dozen punches on her hairline just because it felt like the right thing to do. Wasn't the only thing to do however, as evidenced when the Lone Star Girl hopped up, clapped her legs around the brunette's skull and torqued her hips to flip Adelaide from her perch to land flat on her back in the middle of the squared circle with a resounding THAWHAM!
AVALANCHE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=weBlVH_UNik
Brewster sat up only to flop out in a loose-limbed sprawl that got the crowd shouting for a pin and then bellowing in surprise when Crofton scrambled to a neutral corner instead. Through the ropes in a trice, the Girl From Grapevine reached the high rent district without incident and promptly leapt out into the lights, Crofton stretching out sideways so she could put every bit of her weight behind the crooked right elbow she DROVE into the former World Champion's sternum! Stunned into silence while the rest of the arena was losing their mind when Heather folded her patron in half with a Back Press, Sierra Mist lost precious heartbeats hurrying through the ropes in a desperate bid to break up the...
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYHG1Fh6U04
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mist didn't reach the action in time to break up the cover, luckily for her continued well-being Adelaide did it of her own accord, the Weeping Angel kicking out from beneath the Texan with no time to spare.
“Out of the ring, Sierra! Back to your corner!” Nick hipped to Mist's would-be interference as soon as he was vertical and set about shooing her back to the corner, leaving a weary, aching Heather Crofton to figure out just how she was going to finish off the Sanguinaire.
The exact nature of her plan remained a secret, yet the look that passed over her face suggested the blonde certainly had something in mind when she helped herself to Brewster's dark hair and hauled her uprig--“NGH!”
Adelaide swatted those hands away, reared back and CLAPPED Heather across the face with something equal parts Palm Strike and Bitch Slap! “Just lay down and die, child.” Brewster sneered as the rookie reeled on the spot. “My issue isn't with you, I only desire the unworthy husk that once housed The RedNNNGGHHH!”
Crofton responded with a Haymaker that crashed off the brunette's jaw. “That's too damned bad, Addy.” Miss Mustang huffed, “Because my issue IS youNGH!”
Adelaide punched her in the mouth and just like that it was on, brunette and blonde setting their feet to go at it hammer and tongs in a saloon-worthy brawl! Castle didn't approve of all the closed fists and he made his displeasure quite apparent, alas nothing seemed to reach his charges, not even a count that quickly reached “FO--”
Brewster blocked Crofton's latest effort and THWHUNKED a vile Headbutt between the youngster's eyes! Heather stumbled backward, turned a shoulder toward the Daughter of Darkness and damned near blew the roof off the place when she THWHACKED a desperation Super Kick offa Adelaide's chin!
The brunette tumbled backward, hit the strands and didn't even register the slap of Sierra's hand on her left shoulder. Heather didn't notice it either, she was too focused on sidling in on Brewster's left flank, the yellow-clad blonde dipping her head beneath Adelaide's arm while simultaneously snatching her left leg in a snug cradle. “She's not legal, Heather!” Nick had seen the tag and tried to inform the rookie of the change. “Sierra tagged--”
“AAAAAARRRRHHHHH!” Mist announced herself in a much more direct fashion, by raaaaaaaaaaking her nails down Heather's unsuspecting face!
Texas Tornado forgotten as her vision went blurry, Crofton released Brewster and stumbled away in search of safety only to have Sierra grab a handful of waistband and haul her in in close. Pressed against Crofton's right side, Sierra slipped her right arm across Heather's chest to grip her left shoulder while her free hand kept a firm grip on the Texan's trunks. From there she dipped her knees and muscled Heather into the air before dropping backward and pulling both knees up across her chest. The result was a sort of free-fall Double Knee Backbreaker, the blonde's lower back absolutely devastated by the THWHUMP of bone on bone!
LA MORTE AMOREUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-u0tbizdYY
Heather bounced away to land on her side, where she would've happily stayed if Sierra hadn't tugged her onto her back and hooked the far leg in a tight cradle. Eyes gleaming with mad delight, Brewster's cruel catspaw couldn't help but nod along as Castle and the incredulous FAWNatics counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Mist threw the Texan's leg aside, sat up and shrieked along with the rest of the throng, the brunette barely aware of the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, SIERRA MIST AND ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Groaning their way into silence then disappointed jeers, the masses watched blankly as Sierra shoved the lifeless legs of the Yellow Rose to the side before she rose and placed a boot on the softly swelling chest of the spent blonde.
Heather’s huge moment of glory turned on its head, Mist added a brawny bicep pose to the money shot. She glanced to a rising Adelaide, the Daughter of Darkness blinking her rattled senses back into place and massaging her throbbing jaw.
“Well done, apprentice,” Brewster murmured. “Now leave your mark on the lamb so that she may not forget this day.”
Sierra’s face broke into a wide grin. She removed her foot from the softly stirring Heather and lowered to her knees next to Miss Mustang. A set of fingers delving deep into Crofton’s flaxen locks, Mist pulls Heather’s head off the canvas and draws it the side facing from her, leaving the near nape open and primed for draining.
When Sierra heard a familiar furious scream!
The literally red-faced Dream’s entered the squared circle with chair in hand, the folding furniture cocked and ready for use. No semi-mystical pretense survived a charging, weapon-bearing Lisa with mock blood in her eyes and Adelaide raced to the ropes and through, dropping to the floor.
Mist, all too well aware of what an enraged Dream was capable, let Heather’s head slump back to the deck and scrambled beneath the bottom rope on hands and knees, planting her feet around the corner from her sage. She quickly joined Adelaide and together they headed for the exit, followed closely on the inside by The Dream. The mist-doused Lisa fumes silently while brandishing the metal.
“You will be mine…again.” Adelaide informed before turning with her victorious partner and heading up the ramp.
Lisa turned her attention to the beloved blonde, sliding to her knees, placing the chair aside to support Heather’s head, gazing into her baby blues.
“Sorry, kid. I let you down.”
The Lone Star Girl shook her head weakly.
“No. You didn’t,” she responded softly. “You gave me a chance to be big-time and I blew it. But you…me…we’re eventually getting what we want…the right way.”
Lisa wiped more of the scarlet wash from her face to get a better look at the amazing ingenue before her.
“Yeah...we are.”
The FAWNatics voiced their disdain full force the instant the speakers flowed into the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the arena until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Weeping Angel but her savage second, the disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Offering those assembled an unnerving smile, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the dark red scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a earlier feeding.
SIERRA MIST:
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold-hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out again and when they returned Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s meal the Sanguinaire wore a stygian black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky silver belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads. Following close behind, Mist sported a much simpler old-school fightin' one-piece done in flat black. The only adornment was a simple red belt at her waist, the shade of which matched the laces and trim on her boots and pads respectively.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the unworthy meat gathered ‘round the killing floor, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with a red that senior official Nick Castle didn't much care for. Stifling his unease, he strode over to the dangerous duo and went about securing final inspections.
With the woman who sent Lisa to Hell through a viscous green goo and her little toady situated in the ring, The Dream could hardly contain her excitement at the chance to get after her persecutors. For Sierra Mist also held a special place in Lisa’s rogue’s gallery and, from the look on The Dream’s face backstage, it’s also time for recompense for Mist using her as a dissertation subject.
The jeering crowd sounded as ready for payback as the Ultimate Image, the Dreamers that have rallied to Lisa’s side over the last months turning their attention to the entrance, waiting impatiently for the legend’s arrival. But not only The Dream. No. A guileless youngster who seemed to be leading Lisa even further down the path of virtue.
Having finished business with the Mistress of Madness at Red, White and Bruised, with her new partner’s help, the newly coined Dreammaker bounced on the balls of her feet, ready for as much redemption as revenge. Dream pushed through the curtain when her iconic accompaniment filled the arena, Lisa joining the darkness surrounding she and Heather.
LISA DREAM:
HEATHER CROFTON:
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
A single spot broke the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rose in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon stood illuminated. The noise grew to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joined Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomed Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin, Heather bouncing with energy she couldn't contain.
The Dream was a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt made her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find salvation in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamophiles in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs were finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads in white as well.
Next to her, the Lone Star Girl pleaded with The Dream to take the lead but Lisa directed the youngster on her way with a curious smile and wave.
Crofton was in her battle gear, a yellow two-piece consisting of spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of crisscrossed strips along with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
The Personification of Perfection strode down the ramp and aisle sending chills down the spine of each Dreamer, following the flaxen-haired ingenue that somehow had become a teammate.
The Dream had an eerie smile in place, eerie in that it seemed utterly sincere, Lisa nodding to the cheers and comfortable enough to offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allowed Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle. Her palm connected with every hand, the youngster even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascended the ring steps, staring a hole through the woman who sought to end her time on Earth. Dream halted for a long look, then slipped through the ropes. She waited in her corner until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they moved to the middle and bowed to the exalting crowd.
Again without her previously omnipresent microphone, Lisa silently turned to Brewster and Mist then lets them know “It’s time.”
The women moved to their home corner as Lisa’s music faded, the Announcer taking up his duties.
“And introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and forty five pounds, hailing from New York, New York and Grapevine, Texas respectively, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…the Lone Star Girl. LISA DREAM AND HEATHER CROFTON... THE DREAM TEAM!”
The eclectic duo shared a high five before Lisa slipped out onto the apron, allowing her exuberant blonde charge to take point against the forces of darkness.
No surprise from either side of the ring as each team sent their younger member forward to start the match, though there was a bit of audible murmuring from the FAWNatics once the bell sounded and Sierra didn't immediately hightail it back to her corner to clap in Adelaide for an early advantage against the brassy blonde ingenue. Heather Crofton counted herself among the surprised as well, though she certainly wasn't going to argue with getting a hand on the former PHD candidate. Mist had caused nothing but trouble during her first encounter with Adelaide and if not for the timely arrival of her perfect partner she might have finished that match as Brewster's latest bit of charcuterie. Sierra seemed to read these thoughts on Crofton's face or at least she smiled like she did, either way the Girl from Grapevine didn't much appreciate the unspoken sass.
“Sure you don't want to run home to Addy?” The 'tude in Heather's tone wiped the smirk off Sierra's face with the spartan efficiency of a Bitch Slap. “I'm not about to take it easy on you just because you're not a real wrest--”
CRACK!
Mist's hand lashed out for an actual Bitch Slap that twisted the blonde's head to one side! “You're no wrestler, Heather Crofton.” Sierra stepped into the breach so she could hiss directly into her opponent's ear. “You're simply a lamb that escaped the block when the butcher was distraUUGGHHH!”
Heather braced both hands against Mist's chest and shoved hard enough to drop the little brunette on her butt with an audible plop! “Lamb huh?” Crofton dropped into a deep crouch, extended one hand to mere inches in front of Sierra's nose and beckoned her forward. “Gotta tell ya babe, this lamb is happy to kick your ass all over the ring!”
Mist swatted her hand away, scrambled to boot-leather and flung herself forward into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Heather was rocked back several steps by the force of Sierra's charge, but she had a few inches and a few pounds on the brunette and it wasn't long before she'd dug in her heels to stall Mist's prog-- Sierra's left hand, which had been clamped onto Crofton's right bicep, was suddenly all up in the blonde's face, Mist scrubbing the heel of her palm across the other wrestler's mouth, nose and cheeks in a blatant show of disrespect!
Hissing in both pain and embarrassment, Heather treated Sierra to a taste of the same and upped the ante by adding several quick, hard slaps to the brunette's face! “Crazy brat!” Crofton scowled. “You're gonna wish you'd stayed locked EEERRRRHHHH!” Sierra abandoned all pretense of actual grappling and filled her hands with Heather's hair for a bout of savage tugging!
“Hair!” Lisa called to Nick Castle to draw his attention to her old second's blatant rule breaking. “Hair, Nick!”
Dream alerting him to an actual foul caused the ref a brief, albeit intense bit of cognitive dissonance, but he shook it off in short order and confirmed, “Knock that catty crap off, Sierra! Don't make me warn you ag--”
Crofton wasn't interested in waiting to see if Mist would follow the rules so she filled her hands with Sierra's dark tousle and tried to remove it by force! Unlike her counterpart in the opposite corner, Brewster made no attempt to get Castle's attention, instead she swatted the turnbuckle with one hand and shouted, “Tear her apart, Sierra! Nice and slow!”
Mist prided herself on following Adelaide's directions to the letter, but there was nothing nice or slow about the way she and the lamb ripped into one another. Their lawless gouging might've continued unabated if Castle hadn't risked life and limb to wedge his hands between the warring duo and prize them apart. “That's the only warning you're going to get!” the Senior Official told his charges before glancing at their partners. “That goes for you two as well. Don't test me on this.”
Heather nodded and actually looked embarrassed by the scolding, whereas Sierra simply sneered and smoothed down her hair. “Why don't you stop wasting our time and simply tag in the megalomaniac fraud?” she snapped. “I know you want to, it's written all over your face.”
Heather scowled, rolled her shoulders and took a step forward. “You don't know what you're talking ab--”
“Ohhh, yes I do.” Sierra sneered. “I spent YEARS trying to make that ungrateful psychopath into someone suitable for polite society and in the end she tossed me aside and--”
“And now you work for a chick with a Count Chocula fetish.” now it was Heather's turn to interrupt. “Sounds like Lisa made the smart choice kicking you to the curBNNGGHHH!”
Sierra raised her hands like she wanted another clinch only to spike the point of her boot into Crofton's tummy instead! Teeth bared in a snarl as she wheeled around behind the vulnerable Texan, Mist crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down Crofton's back! Heather yelped and straightened up, both hands flying to those tender score marks while Sierra wheeled around and ran the ropes on her six. “Behind you, Heather!” Dream called to the wincing blonde. “She's right behind--” Sierra leapt, snatched hold of Crofton's locks as she flew by and pulled with all her might to drive Heather's face into the canvas with a cringe-inducing THWHUNK!
Still clamped onto her foe's hair after the initial impact, Mist didn't allow Crofton the courtesy of rolling onto her back, instead she tugged her head up by a few inches and thum-thum-thum-thum-thumped her noggin several more times before scrubbing Heather's wailing mug against the canvas like she was trying to eradicate her nose or a very stubborn stain, whichever came first.
Sierra's hair-holds made all of this quite illegal as Lisa and the FAWNatics had pointed out to Nick Castle quite emphatically. To his credit the senior official wasn't reneging on his earlier promise, he'd simply been startled by Sierra's hyper aggressive approach. Thus the little brunette was well on her way to smoothing down Heather's face when he stepped in and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Sierra let go, stood tall and raised both hands over her head just to drive a quick Stomp between the vulnerable wrestler's shoulders. “Don't you dare act like you give a shit about her! You're not fooling anyone!” Mist barked to Lisa, who watched the action with anger stamped across her perfect features. But Dream didn't respond and her silence only incensed Sierra further. “You're a selfish brat, an inveterate liar and no one, NO ONE, will be surprised when you leave this idiot to take another beating that you so richly deserve!”
Lisa continued to hold her tongue as Mist closed in on the former World Champion's corner. The one-sided 'conversation' might've carried on a bit longer if Brewster hadn't called out, “Her time will come, Sierra. For now the runaway chattel is your primary concern.”
The little brunette kept her eyes locked on her former mentor, though she was quick to reply to her current patron. “Yes, Adelaide.” Breaking away from Dream without another word, she circled back to Heather Crofton just as the Texan was pushing to all fours. With hair hanging down into her eyes she didn't see Mist approaching, though she sure as heck felt it when Sierra leaned down and raaaaaaaaked her back!
“Ooooowww dammit!” Heather popped to boot-leather and scrambled away from Brewster's maniacal convert before turning around to face her once more. “Keep those nails to yourself, honey.” she warned the brunette. “Scratch me again and I'll break 'em all--”
Sierra sprang with all her talons aimed straight for Crofton's face and she might've hooked 'em deep if the blonde hadn't dipped low and threaded an arm between the brunette's thighs to take her up, over and down with a simple Fireman's Carry! Mist landed flat on her back but immediately rolled onto her right hip to get up, alas Heather snatched hold of her left wrist and wrenched it back beneath her left armpit while simultaneously pressing the point of that knee down on the side of her opponent's face! “What'd I tell ya?” Crofton ground down on the knee and reefed back on the Armbar to make the brunette squirm. “You must wanna spend the rest of the summer in a cas--”
Sierra managed to shove Heather's knee off her head, though her arm was still under the Texan's control as she fought to verticality. Speaking of whom, Heather doubled down on the wrist control and hopped in place once, twice, three times in an attempt to wrench the smaller grappler's captured arm out of joint. Mist yelped aloud but didn't crumple, so Heather cuffed her across the nape of the neck with a couple of Overhand Forearm Smashes, then scooped her up onto one shoulder and delivered her unto the canvas with a resounding Body Slam!
Sierra sat up like the mat was electrified, so Heather shoved her right back down before hitting the ropes to ensure she had a good head of steam built up when she took to the skies. Kicking both legs out straight ahead, Crofton brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-nine pounds down on Sierra's neck with a gorgeous Leg Drop! Sierra's own stems kicked up on impact so Heather hooked the closest and drew it close to ensure the weirdo stayed down for...
LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FN8v3cr_0fA
ONE...
TWO...
“OOOWWWW!”
Crofton popped up and hurried away, one hand pressed to the red crescent left by Mist's gnashing teeth. As for Sierra, she rolled to one knee and froze when she realized Adelaide had extended a hand. With Heather much closer to her own partner than the Weeping Angel, Sierra encountered no interference in making the tag. Crofton rolled her shoulders, glanced to Lisa and wasn't surprised to see the veteran's hand extended in her direction.
“It's ok, Heather.” Dream said quietly. “Let me soften her up for you.” Heather nodded, but kept her eyes on Brewster as she made her way to the corner.
The Sanguinaire only smiled. “Make your escape, by all means. I wouldn't dream of interfering.”
Frowning, Heather strode over to the Ultimate Image and clapped her into the match for the first time. “Kick her ass, Lisa.”
Dream moved carefully through the ropes to join Brewster, not hesitant exactly, but not as excited as some of the Dreamers preferred, their cheering becoming muted as The Dream’s apparent concern lessened the excitement for revenge on the woman who sent Lisa to hell.
“It’s been a while,” Adelaide purred as the brunettes circle, growing ever closer. “When I saw you drown in the slime, the perfect victim of one of my finest moments, I never thought to see you again.”
The women came together in a Collar-and-Elbow and Brewster growled as they struggled for leverage.
“It seems I can’t trust anyone to truly finish you but myself. And this fantasy you can remain on the straight and narrow will make it SO much easier.”
Dream shoved the Daughter of Darkness away, the fire in her dark eyes growing.
“We’ll see who’s living in a fantasy,” The Dream imparted.
Brewster nodded and surged, shooting a Toe Kick toward Lisa’s midriff, but The Dream caught the boot around the ankle before she’s impaled. The Ultimate Image lifted the leg high, forcing Adelaide to bounce on her planted stem. Dream swept a leg to bring her foe to the mat, but Brewster hopped over to remain vertical.
Thwarted, Lisa threw the captured stem to the side, sending the Sanguinaire through a pirouette. As the would-be bloodsucker twirled, Dream followed suit in the opposite direction and boot met temple after the simultaneous 360s, Lisa decking her adversary with a Spinning Heel Kick.
SPINNING HEEL KICK @ 1:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yrbc9qIb-v4
With Brewster down, Lisa skipped over the splayed Adelaide and leapt onto the ropes at Brewster’s side, jumping to the middle cable while grasping the top with both hands. Lisa gracefully back-flipped into her Dreamysault, pulling out a heavy hitter early to show she meant business.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
But it proves TOO early as Adelaide raised her knees, stabbing Dream with the bony caps when Lisa returned to earth. Dream rolled away from the bitter impact, hugging her abdomen, gurgling and desperately drawing in deep breaths.
Between the painful inhalations, Lisa cursed herself under her breath for her mistake. She pushed to all fours and headed for Heather, the blonde wincing in sympathy pain. Crofton held out a hand, ready to help, but Brewster had other ideas.
Up and stalking Dream from behind, Adelaide headed to the same strands Lisa used. She vaulted to the same middle cable and springboarded out in a spin instead of a flip, dropping a BIG elbow to the base of Dream’s spine, flattening her foe to her chest, the Ultimate Image grimacing in pain.
Scrambling to a position on one knee next to The Dream’s legs, Adelaide wrapped her arms around the ankle of Lisa’s raised lower left limb, quickly securing an Ankle Lock on the woman she sent to the underworld.
ANKLE LOCK @ 00:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-gztkUKImk
The Daughter of Darkness cruelly twisted on her submission hold, drawing yelps of pain from Lisa, Dream pushing up on her palms, then stretching one hand toward a ready, willing, but unable Crofton, who’s still feet from a touch.
Lisa spun halfway to her back and thrust a stomp from her free leg to break herself loose. Liberated, she back somersaulted to create some space and hobbled to her feet, hoping to get some time to shake her injured wheel back to usefulness.
But Brewster kept the pressure on, charging Lisa and NAILING the ivory-skinned grappler with a raised knee to the navel, doubling Dream. She followed with another, this blast to Lisa’s lowered chin, snapping her foe’s head back, Dream’s arms pinwheeling to keep her upright. Remaining so did her no favors as Brewster slipped behind Lisa, her left arm wrapping around Dream’s throat.
Adelaide turned back to back with the grip still tight and dropped to her knees, ROCKING Dream with an Inverted Backbreaker.
INVERTED BACKBREAKER @ 00:03
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e_xk8FNXZg
Lisa’s body bounced from the collision before settling on her side, reaching for the base of her backbone, face etched in pain. Behind her, Adelaide pushed to her feet, running her tongue over a set of glittering pearlies, the Sanguinaire appearing ravenous for a meal that’s been off the menu for far too long.
In the six of the Ultimate Image, Brewster motioned Lisa to rise and Dream ascends, unaware of her adversary’s whereabouts. Slowly, the faltering legend turns to a charging Adelaide. The Daughter of Darkness pounced toward her would-be meal, folding into a tight tuck, shins pressed tight to Lisa’s chest, hands wrapping around the back of Dream’s neck. And when Adelaide dropped to her back her Bitchbreaker Inverted Lungblower delivers a body-rattling shock-wave to the over-matched Dream, Lisa sent airborne for a split second before ending on her back, closer to Heather but not close enough.
BITCHBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rg9lPtwUww4
A dominant Adelaide kipped to her feet and strolled to the splayed Lisa.
“You may have escaped the resting place I planned for you, but clearly not with the fight it takes to be The Dream.”
Adelaide genuflected, placing a domineering knee on the cleft of Lisa’s heaving bosom for an arrogant pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
Dream pushed Brewster off, rolling to her side, Lisa a long distance from the revenge craved by her and her Dreamers.
The audience stunned into silence by Adelaide’s display, Crofton’s pleas for a tag reach Dream’s ears but curdled there from the battery to which Lisa’s been subjected.
Sierra chuckled from the sidelines, delighting in seeing her former mentor and test subject be sent through the wringer by Brewster, at the top of her game. Inside, Adelaide drew a rubbery Lisa to vertical. She grabbed Dream’s left arm at the wrist and folded it behind the wobbling Lisa, leaving plenty of open territory for her clenching right hand to deliver a Heart Punch and send The Dream into an arrhythmia from which she would not recover.
But before the blow was delivered to Dream’s blood pumper, Lisa used Brewster’s grip to spin out of trouble, ending with a Three Quarters Facelock clamped around Adelaide’s skull. The legend crisply Snapmared the Sanguinaire to her backside then backpedaled to the ropes behind her. With momentum from the springy, rubber-coated steel provided, Lisa somersaulted over Adelaide’s right shoulder, latching onto Brewster’s noggin on the fly-by, POUNDING the brunette’s noggin into the deck between her extended legs with a nasty Neck Snap.
NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjJAfo_-NuQ
With Adelaide absently flopping to her back from the concussive blow, the crowd implored Lisa for a cover while the Lone Star Girl beseeched for a tag. The Dream seemed capable of neither as she tried to shake the cobwebs clear.
Finally with enough lucidity to make the decision, Dream crawled toward her home base and dove the last feet to a tag of Miss Mustang, the lively, flaxen-haired colt springing over the cables and racing toward the Daughter of Darkness, Brewster having made it to a seated position.
Heather raced by Adelaide, hitting the ropes in front of her foe, skipping over a swipe from Mist as she rebounded. The wide-eyed ingenue jumped into a low-rise Dropkick to Brewster’s breasts, SLAMMING the back of Adelaide’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Heather kipped to her feet to the enjoyment of the assembled, the relative rookie drawing a sustained roar as she dipped to collect Brewster by a wrist and shoulder and yank Adelaide to her feet.
“You think you're real scary, don't ya?” Crofton didn't wait for an answer, instead she stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung Adelaide into the ropes with an Irish Whip. But rather than simply let go, the Texan only halved her grip and instead pivoted along with the brunette, Heather setting her free arm between Brewster's shoulders to ensure she wouldn't stray from the path designated by the blonde. Indeed Adelaide didn't deviate in the slightest until she turned around to bounce off the strands which was also the precise moment Heather THWHUMPED a huge Kneelift into her belly.
“Real talk? You DID scare the crap out of me the first time we wrestled, but you got a lot LESS scary when I heard the ref count three!” Brewster grunted, hoisted her butt off the middle rope and started to say something that was rudely interrupted by a Forearm Smash from the fireplug blonde. From there she went back to the Wristlock and slung the former World Champ to the other side of the ring, Heather once again following along for a second gut-churning Kneelift delivered the moment her foe turned around.
Crofton did some turning herself then, the Girl From Grapevine spinning in place so she could reach over her shoulder with both hands and collect Brewster's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Just like that she took a giant step forward and dropped to one knee, the newcomer putting a whole lotta stank on the Snapmare that put Adelaide on her butt in the center of the squared circle. Everyone save Sierra seemed quite pleased by this turn of events, meaning her snarls of disgust were totally overwhelmed by cheers as Crofton took off unaccompanied for the far side of the ring. Cheering right along with the rest of the crowd, Lisa bellowed all the louder when her young partner took to the air in a short hop and swooped down to the perfect level to THWHAP a Sliding Lariat across Adelaide's chest!
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxtCzadrXDo
Brewster was knocked back with enough force to bounce the back of her skull against the canvas which in turn rocked her up to a seat, albeit one where she had both arms wrapped around the back of her aching dome. The crowd (Dream included) called for Heather to pin the vulnerable brunette, but Miss Mustang knew the Weeping Angel was far from finished so she popped to boot-leather and headed to the ropes yet again. This incessant back & forth was driving Sierra into a rage, yet the savvy newcomer had carefully aligned her offense to stay well clear of the other team's corner, meaning Mist could sit and watch along with everyone else when Crofton returned and left her feet for the second time in less than a minute, the yellow-clad blonde stretching out so she was parallel to the mat long before she THWHAMMED into Adelaide's chest with a Basement Crossbody!
BASEMENT CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
Now Heather did stay in place, the tenacious tyro practically glued across Brewster's chest as the veteran's stems shot skyward for easy collection. She'd just secured the pin for good when Castle swooped in beside his charges and slapped off...
ONE...
TWO...
Brewster kicked out with an enthusiasm that the FAWNatics didn't much care for, though it didn't seem to bother Heather very much considering she already had her hands buried in the taller woman's hair. “Yeah, you're not nearly so scary once you've got an 'L' on ya.” Crofton noted after she'd switched over from the hair-hold to another Wristlock. “And cutie, me and Lisa are gonna put a whole lotta L's on you!”
Eager to enact this bold prophecy with all due haste, Heather stepped back, dropped her hips and hurled Adelaide at the ropes with all her might. But when Brewster reached the edge of her tether the Texan dug in her heels and reeled Brewster back into a 'smecking' Bear Hug that was only a precursor to a massive Belly to Belly Sup--“AAAARRRHHHH!”
Heather hesitated for only a moment and that was all Brewster needed to lower her head and clamp down on the side of her opponent's neck! “BITING!” Lisa shouted over the indignant outrage of those assembled on the other side of the guardrail. “SHE'S BITING, NICK!”
Castle didn't need to be told, he'd called enough of Brewster's bouts to recognize the special pitch of a wrestler when Adelaide's fangs made contact with their neck. He also knew that a warning was quite useless so rather than waste his breath the Senior Official simply began counting. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Brewster shoved the blonde away a whisper shy of disqualification and immediately ducked the sloppy Haymaker Crofton swung at her skull! The force of the miss swung Heather around in a half circle and Adelaide capitalized by THWHACKING the point of her elbow into the nape of the chattel's neck! Crofton stumbled in fence-post holes without going down so Adelaide lunged forward to slip her head beneath the youngster's right arm. In the next instant she looped her left arm around the back of Heather's neck and slipped her right arm around the inside of the Texan's right thigh. Hooks sank deep, the Daughter of Darkness got low and popped her hips to hurl Heather up, over and down, the spirited blonde turned inside out by the time she THAWHAMMED flat on her face, chest and belly!
INVERTED EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHwMJTW7aEs
The echoing impact seemed to drain all the sound from the FAWN Arena, well, all the sound save the delighted cackling of one Sierra Mist. Brewster wasn't cackling, though she her mood had certainly improved with Heather on the canvas trying to hold her ribs together. After a few deep breaths she twisted onto one knee, grabbed a handful of Crofton's hair and yanked her head up so Lisa could get a good look at her face. “This is your doing, Dream.” she told the Personification of Perfection. “Your looks may change, but your motives remain identical. Find someone to do all the heavy lifting, let them take your beatings, then abandon them in their time of need.”
Lisa's eyes tossed sparks, though she kept her voice level as she raised the tag rope in one clenched fist. “I'm not going anywhere, Adelaide.” she promised. “So let Heather make the tag and I'll show you exactly what--”
Brewster drove the Texan's forehead into the canvas, then got to her feet and forced Crofton do to the same. “A noble gesture, but one she'll have to earn. Your recent meddling means this one hasn't yet learned the proper respect. I'll return her to your care once she's been properly instructed... assuming there's anything left of course.”
“You take liberties with her and I'll make you sorry, Adelaide.” Lisa growled. “That's a promise.”
“I quiver with fear.”
Brewster collected a Wristlock of her own, pointed Crofton toward the most dangerous corner of the squared circle and sent her on her way with an Irish Whip so strong Sierra actually hopped off the apron to ensure her own safety. Turned out to be wise precaution as the whole of the ring shivered when Heather twisted around and BWUUUNGED against the buckles! Crofton bounced hard and might've gone down on her butt if she hadn't draped her arms over the top rope without really thinking about it. The desire to remain vertical was admirable, unfortunately it also made her an easier target, as Brewster demonstrated when she rushed in and DRILLED a vicious Back Elbow into the point of her foe's chin!
Holding her position until Mist scrambled back into place, Adelaide tagged the diminutive brunette in full view of the official, but she made no effort to exit the ring. Instead she peeled herself off of Heather, scraped the blonde out of the corner, then dipped low and boosted her across her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. At the same time Sierra vaulted over the top rope and lined herself up with the Texan's head, which was hanging off the brunette's left shoulder. Mist burst into life at a nod from her patron, the former PHD candidate rushing forward and leaping into the air with both knees raised high. She wedged these joints against Heather's face, grabbed her head in both hands and laid out on her back while Brewster dropped to her butt, the dark-haired duo earning grudging applause from the crowd with their combination Gutbuster and Facebreaker! The terrifying tandem offense left Heather reeling on her knees until Sierra shoved her down and hopped aboard in a Crossbody good for the...
SKULL SPLITTER @ 2:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pifNBkYn40
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Girl From Grapevine beat the count without any assistance from her veteran partner, who quickly slipped back through the ropes without anything more than a supporting round of applause. Mist proved less enthused by the blonde's resilience, though she wasn't without some veteran guidance of her own. “Don't worry yourself about the count, Sierra.” Adelaide murmured, “The chattel is stunned... vulnerable. Use this opportunity to teach her the dangers of the dark.”
Sierra mulled her options for a moment before a smile crossed her face. “I can do that. Submitted for your approval...”
Hauling Crofton to a seat with a handful of hair, Sierra planted a foot on either side of the Texan's hips, then dropped to her butt and secured a Scissors around her opponent's waist! Heather groaned and reeled backward or at least tried. Mist's handful of hair kept her from going far and it was only a moment until her head was stuffed beneath Sierra's left armpit. Once that was out of the way she threaded her arms under the blonde's biceps and locked her hands against across the base of Heather's neck so she could simultaneously squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan back on a modified Butterfly Lock that put Crofton's head only inches from the canvas.
The Dream’s one-time benefactor and assistant growled, teeth bared, as she drew mewling huffs from the trapped blonde.
Sierra cast a glance in Adelaide’s direction and the Daughter of Darkness nodded.
Mist leaned in close and sank her teeth into the marks remaining from Brewster’s previous taste.
Heather’s grunts turn to fervent squeals that continued for a full four seconds of Castle’s count. Mist finally released her jaw with a final suck of Crofton’s supple skin. Though there’s no stream of crimson evident, Sierra licked her lips as if adoring the flavor of the Yellow Rose’s nectar.
“Delicious. Is it not?” Adelaide asked suggestively.
“Mmmmm,” comes the non-verbal response from Mist, Adelaide’s sway on Sierra never more evident.
Unstrapping herself from the hyperventilating Heather, Mist pushed to her feet behind the seated Texan and planted a soccer kick between the shoulderblades of Miss Mustang, the beloved beauty arching in pain, face twisted in hurt from the impact.
Mist snatched Crofton by her flowing flaxen locks and pulled her indulgence to vertical. From behind, Mist dipped and wrapped her arms around Crofton’s upper thighs, lifting the wriggling Heather off the canvas. Mist stepped toward the nearest set of ropes and, with the Lone Star Girl leaning forward, dropped Heather’s neck across the rubber-coated steel of the top rope with a none too subtle Hot Shot to the blonde’s throat.
Heather gasped and chokeed after whiplashing in a 180 away from the nasty contact. The spinning Crofton staggered directly into the outstretched arms of Adelaide’s supposed add-on and Sierra bent to curve her arms under the glutes of the red-faced Texan.
Up Miss Mustang went in an inverted copy of Mist’s previous lift. Sierra laid out and Heather’s chest and face THUMPED against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Crofton hit with enough oomph to bounce a few inches off the canvas. She settled into a face down starfish, the Lone Star Girl groaning into the deck.
Sierra spun up to one knee and raised her arms high and wide.
Brewster, for one, and only one, politely applauded her consort, even the Dreamers in the crowd having to admit Mist looked much more a threat than when she was with their Ultimate Image.
Sierra dropped into a forward-facing crouch straddling Crofton mid-back. She fashioned a cup out of laced fingers and slipped it under the chin of the Yellow Rose, then leaned back. Sierra stretched Heather’s vertebrae, both high near the neck and low near the base in an increasing arc until the whimpering blonde was forced to stare at the rafters in a torturous ‘C’ shape.
“Surrender, buttercup,” Mist snarled, “or I’ll snap you.”
The PhD in Psychology turned to her former, dark-haired thesis.
“Tell her, Lisa. Tell her to save herself. Because we both know you won’t.”
The Dream bit her lower lip, knuckles going white as she clenched the top rope. Lisa’s gaze turned from the woman that treated her like an experiment to the woman who sent her to hell. She looked at the gleaming smile from Adelaide and could feel herself grow flushed.
Dream shook herself out of the growing rage, instead concentrating on her support of the grappling Girl from Grapevine. But Heather’s unable to provoke an escape, the ramshackle version of a Camel Clutch amateurishly applied but agonizing nevertheless from sheer fanatic enthusiasm.
“Whaddya say,” Nick asked, looking intently for the slightest affirmative.
“Nuh…uh,” Crofton grunted, prompting a furious huff from Sierra.
Mist released the cupped chin, exchanging it for handfuls of golden locks. She THWUNKED Heather’s features into the mat, Crofton’s head bouncing off the deck disturbingly.
A risen Sierra turned to her sage.
“There’s plenty left for you, my most cherished,” Sierra noted proudly, POUNDING the Lone Star Girl’s face back into the canvas again with a makeshift Curb Stomp that left Heather on the far edge from consciousness.
“Girls like her are a dime a dozen, apprentice,” Adelaide assured. “Pin her and I’ll savor the chase of my perfect plaything a little longer.”
Sierra moved to a standing straddle of the Yellow Rose, facing toward Crofton’s feet. She rolled the softly stirring Heather to her back with a boot, then vaulted into the air, legs extended. Heather emitted a bursting exhale on Mist’s landing, Sierra’s ass dropping to Miss Mustang’s breadbasket and forcing every bit of oxygen from her foe’s lungs.
Crofton jackknifes below a gratified Mist, Sierra staring down a nervous Dream as she scooped up the limp legs of the breathless blonde in a double-barreled cradle. Leaning back with the folded Lone Star Girl in her possession, Sierra counted along with the slaps of the canvas.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa cut short the pats of the canvas from Castle, diving through the ropes and NAILING Sierra in the forehead with a Double Axhandle to break the count and save the day both for her team and the revitalized FAWNatics.
Instead of joining the fracas, Adelaide watched with cool detachment even as Dream dropped a rising Mist with a Clothesline, a big elbow and a Dropkick in succession, Sierra finally staying down after the third trip to the canvas.
As Castle grew testy with Lisa Legend, the brunette plucks Sierra off the deck, grabbing her at the scruff of the neck and the back waistline of her togs. Dream heaved her foe to the corner which Brewster populates, Mist flying between the top and middle buckles, her right shoulder BANGING against the ring post.
As Mist howled in pain, grasping at her injured wing, an impervious Adelaide tapped the wreckage and slips through the ropes.
Lisa motioned the Daughter of Darkness toward her.
“You want to send me back,” Lisa shouted. “Here I am.”
“I don’t since you ask. I want to make you suffer. Nick. If you would.”
Brewster directed Castle to evacuate The Dream from the ring, which he did, looking as if he felt dirty for following Adelaide’s orders.
“I’m going to feast on this one while you watch,” Adelaide purred. “And somewhere deep down. The woman that put a microphone inside Kylie Sanders is going to love it. And you’ll have to deal with me AND her!”
Heather’s made it to hands and knees in the interregnum. With Dream forced to the outside by FAWN’s lead referee, Brewster turned her feral attention back to her pretty prey, Crofton reaching vertical on rubbery stems.
Adelaide waited until the oblivious Miss Mustang started to turn in her direction and raced toward Crofton. She slid by Heather’s side, grabbing an arm and whipping her body around that of the blonde, leaving the canvas to end in a Crucifix Scissors of the Texan’s arms while draped over her foe’s shoulders. It took but the flash of an eye before Adelaide RIPPED Heather off her feet, SPIKING the beloved ingenue’s skull into the canvas with an horrific yet spellbinding Crucifix Driver.
CRUCIFIX DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=APx2MPG0HsQ
Heather ended on her knees from the somersaulting momentum of the impact but timbered to her side, in no condition to prevent a pin.
However, for the moment, none was forthcoming from the Daughter of Darkness. Instead she buried a hand in Crofton's battle damp hair and hauled her off the mat in stages, the resilient, albeit reduced Texan forced to lean against the veteran as she's returned to verticality. Switching her grip to the nape of Heather's neck, Brewster wrenched the blonde's head back at an awkward angle and asked, “Why have you cast your lot, with her of all people? There is a veritable trail of beaten, humiliated warriors in her wake. Do you really think the change in attire reflects a genuine change of character? This isn't the first time she's worn white, you knNGH!”
Crofton delivered a sturdy hook to Adelaide's tummy, then laced her hands across the back of the brunette's head and wedged her own noggin beneath the taller woman's head. If she'd just dropped to her knees then and there it might have worked, but Heather went up on tiptoe and the Weeping Angel took the split-second delay to wrench free and BITE down on the side of her opponent's neck once more!
Lisa protested along with the rest of the FAWNatics while Nick Castle stepped into place beside his charges and counted out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Adelaide released with a snarl, then wrapped both hands around the Texan's vulnerable throat and boosted her high into the air, the former World Champ showing off the benefits of her iron rich diet. But sustenance for her was sadism to others, as Heather learned when Brewster swung her forward and down and dropped to her knees to THAWHAM the blonde against the deck with a massive Choke Bomb! Remaining on her knees after the impact, Adelaide wedged her shoulders into the pits of Crofton's knees and folded her in half with a Matchbook that let Brewster look Lisa dead in the eyes as Castle slapped the mat...
CHOKE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUdJzuQb5TA
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Relief and astonishment from those assembled when the Lone Star Girl twisted onto her side with less than a whisper to spare. “That's right! That's right, Heather!” Lisa led the charge for her woozy partner. “You're BETTER than she is and everyone knows it!”
Adelaide had been studying Crofton, now her dark eyes flitted to Dream. “One would think the Personification of Perfection would also consider herself a bastion of truth. Apparently not.”
Dream's only response was an inscrutable smile and continued support for the Girl From Grapevine.
Filing this slight away for future recompense, Brewster hooked onto Heather's shoulder-straps and set her on her feet before taking hold of the blonde's left wrist. A quick, oft-practiced motion folded that limb up behind Crofton's head and set the whole arena's teeth on edge as the Queen of Nightmares balled her free hand into a fist and—NO! Crofton STAMPED on the brunette's toes, pulled free of her grip, then dipped a shoulder and slipped it between Brewster's legs to boost her up into a Fireman's Carr-UPROARIOUS cheers from the sold out crowd when the newcomer immediately laid out on her right side to PLANT the back of Adelaide's head and shoulders on the mat courtesy a Death Valley Bomb!
DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=efXtEk5bYYo
Brewster rolled through to a seat, slopped over onto all fours and began clambering to her feet, though she did so with the jerky, semi-lucid movements of a woman operating on auto pilot. Admittedly Heather wasn't faring much better, yet she still had the combined might of the FAWNatics and the Ultimate Image on her side, while Adelaide had no one save Sierra and some particularly deviant members of section 1408. Even so, she'd taken a hellacious beating for the last several minutes and her last burst of offense set Brewster directly between herself and the tag she needed so badly. Gritting her teeth as she stood up, Crofton offered the Nosferhotu a grim smile and huffed, “You want to tag out, honey? You're gonna have to get through me.”
Brewster had the unmitigated gall to laugh aloud. “I see why she likes you. Despite very different upbringings you both clearly share the same pathetic delusiRRRGGHHHH!”
Heather bellowed, charged and sprang on the brunette with a flurry of Forearm Smashes and Haymakers that rocked Adelaide halfway to the Perfect Corner! “Just a little bit more, Heather!” Lisa had the tag rope in one hand and was leaned as far over the ropes as physics would allow. “Just keep punching, she'll give ground soon en--”
Brewster got her hands against the Texan's chest and sent her backpedaling across the canvas with a rough shove. “Your refusal to accept the inevitable has lost all its charm, little lamb.” Adelaide sneered. “You're already in the chute, all that remains is to walk onto the killing flo--”
Heather unleashed another huge Haymaker, only this time Brewster caught her wrist coming in and bit down on it like she meant to take Crofton's hand as a prize! Castle's count was immediate, but Adelaide didn't exploit it. Indeed the ref had barely reached 'THREE' when she relinquished it to double down on the Wristlock. Whether born of an innate desire to inflict more punishment on The Dream or simply a lapse made in the heat of battle, Adelaide stepped away and slung Heather straight at her own corner! Alas, Brewster wasn't the only one swept up in the heat of battle at the moment and Crofton reversed the momentum to send Adelaide to the buckles in her place!
Eyes going wide as she saw Brewster close in, Lisa maintained her grip on the tag rope but leaned back as far as she could to ensure she was clear of the other brunette's talons. As for Adelaide, she came in at full speed only to snatch the top rope in both hands and brace a foot against the middle turnbuckle to come to a stop without ever turning around. When all was said and done the rivals were barely a foot apart and staring daggers through one another, a silent tableau that continued until Nick hurried over and said, “All right ladies, let's have a nice, clean-- Adelaide pursed her lips and PFWOOOSSSHED a bilious cloud of red into Lisa's perfect features! Dream shrieked and toppled off the apron, the Reddened Image pawing and swiping at her face while Brewster just licked her lips.
“I'd forgotten just how good you look in--”
“ADELAIDE, LOOK OUT!”
Brewster whipped around at the sound of Sierra's shout and got just a glimpse of Heather going airborne before the Miss Mustang THWHAPPED a massive Dropkick offa the point of her chin! Adelaide's head snapped back and she slumped noticeably, the former champ saved from complete collapse only because she hooked her arms over the top rope and set her butt on the middle turnbuckle. She was still dealing with the Crofton induced cobwebs between her ears when Heather crowded in and reached for Lisa only to find the veteran leaned against the barricade, her face little more than a gruesome red splotch.
“Oh, you nasty brat!” the Texan growled to Brewster even as she went low and stuffed a hard Shoulderblock into the brunette's belly! In the next instant she hooked her arms around Adelaide's thighs and boosted her into a seat on the top turnbuckle, then snatched a double handful of hair to keep things nice and steady as she climbed into place on the top rope. Very much aware of, but unable to stop for the cacophonous roar of the crowd, Heather forced Brewster's noggin back and unloaded a good half dozen punches on her hairline just because it felt like the right thing to do. Wasn't the only thing to do however, as evidenced when the Lone Star Girl hopped up, clapped her legs around the brunette's skull and torqued her hips to flip Adelaide from her perch to land flat on her back in the middle of the squared circle with a resounding THAWHAM!
AVALANCHE 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=weBlVH_UNik
Brewster sat up only to flop out in a loose-limbed sprawl that got the crowd shouting for a pin and then bellowing in surprise when Crofton scrambled to a neutral corner instead. Through the ropes in a trice, the Girl From Grapevine reached the high rent district without incident and promptly leapt out into the lights, Crofton stretching out sideways so she could put every bit of her weight behind the crooked right elbow she DROVE into the former World Champion's sternum! Stunned into silence while the rest of the arena was losing their mind when Heather folded her patron in half with a Back Press, Sierra Mist lost precious heartbeats hurrying through the ropes in a desperate bid to break up the...
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYHG1Fh6U04
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mist didn't reach the action in time to break up the cover, luckily for her continued well-being Adelaide did it of her own accord, the Weeping Angel kicking out from beneath the Texan with no time to spare.
“Out of the ring, Sierra! Back to your corner!” Nick hipped to Mist's would-be interference as soon as he was vertical and set about shooing her back to the corner, leaving a weary, aching Heather Crofton to figure out just how she was going to finish off the Sanguinaire.
The exact nature of her plan remained a secret, yet the look that passed over her face suggested the blonde certainly had something in mind when she helped herself to Brewster's dark hair and hauled her uprig--“NGH!”
Adelaide swatted those hands away, reared back and CLAPPED Heather across the face with something equal parts Palm Strike and Bitch Slap! “Just lay down and die, child.” Brewster sneered as the rookie reeled on the spot. “My issue isn't with you, I only desire the unworthy husk that once housed The RedNNNGGHHH!”
Crofton responded with a Haymaker that crashed off the brunette's jaw. “That's too damned bad, Addy.” Miss Mustang huffed, “Because my issue IS youNGH!”
Adelaide punched her in the mouth and just like that it was on, brunette and blonde setting their feet to go at it hammer and tongs in a saloon-worthy brawl! Castle didn't approve of all the closed fists and he made his displeasure quite apparent, alas nothing seemed to reach his charges, not even a count that quickly reached “FO--”
Brewster blocked Crofton's latest effort and THWHUNKED a vile Headbutt between the youngster's eyes! Heather stumbled backward, turned a shoulder toward the Daughter of Darkness and damned near blew the roof off the place when she THWHACKED a desperation Super Kick offa Adelaide's chin!
The brunette tumbled backward, hit the strands and didn't even register the slap of Sierra's hand on her left shoulder. Heather didn't notice it either, she was too focused on sidling in on Brewster's left flank, the yellow-clad blonde dipping her head beneath Adelaide's arm while simultaneously snatching her left leg in a snug cradle. “She's not legal, Heather!” Nick had seen the tag and tried to inform the rookie of the change. “Sierra tagged--”
“AAAAAARRRRHHHHH!” Mist announced herself in a much more direct fashion, by raaaaaaaaaaking her nails down Heather's unsuspecting face!
Texas Tornado forgotten as her vision went blurry, Crofton released Brewster and stumbled away in search of safety only to have Sierra grab a handful of waistband and haul her in in close. Pressed against Crofton's right side, Sierra slipped her right arm across Heather's chest to grip her left shoulder while her free hand kept a firm grip on the Texan's trunks. From there she dipped her knees and muscled Heather into the air before dropping backward and pulling both knees up across her chest. The result was a sort of free-fall Double Knee Backbreaker, the blonde's lower back absolutely devastated by the THWHUMP of bone on bone!
LA MORTE AMOREUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-u0tbizdYY
Heather bounced away to land on her side, where she would've happily stayed if Sierra hadn't tugged her onto her back and hooked the far leg in a tight cradle. Eyes gleaming with mad delight, Brewster's cruel catspaw couldn't help but nod along as Castle and the incredulous FAWNatics counted out...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Mist threw the Texan's leg aside, sat up and shrieked along with the rest of the throng, the brunette barely aware of the Announcer's confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, SIERRA MIST AND ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Groaning their way into silence then disappointed jeers, the masses watched blankly as Sierra shoved the lifeless legs of the Yellow Rose to the side before she rose and placed a boot on the softly swelling chest of the spent blonde.
Heather’s huge moment of glory turned on its head, Mist added a brawny bicep pose to the money shot. She glanced to a rising Adelaide, the Daughter of Darkness blinking her rattled senses back into place and massaging her throbbing jaw.
“Well done, apprentice,” Brewster murmured. “Now leave your mark on the lamb so that she may not forget this day.”
Sierra’s face broke into a wide grin. She removed her foot from the softly stirring Heather and lowered to her knees next to Miss Mustang. A set of fingers delving deep into Crofton’s flaxen locks, Mist pulls Heather’s head off the canvas and draws it the side facing from her, leaving the near nape open and primed for draining.
When Sierra heard a familiar furious scream!
The literally red-faced Dream’s entered the squared circle with chair in hand, the folding furniture cocked and ready for use. No semi-mystical pretense survived a charging, weapon-bearing Lisa with mock blood in her eyes and Adelaide raced to the ropes and through, dropping to the floor.
Mist, all too well aware of what an enraged Dream was capable, let Heather’s head slump back to the deck and scrambled beneath the bottom rope on hands and knees, planting her feet around the corner from her sage. She quickly joined Adelaide and together they headed for the exit, followed closely on the inside by The Dream. The mist-doused Lisa fumes silently while brandishing the metal.
“You will be mine…again.” Adelaide informed before turning with her victorious partner and heading up the ramp.
Lisa turned her attention to the beloved blonde, sliding to her knees, placing the chair aside to support Heather’s head, gazing into her baby blues.
“Sorry, kid. I let you down.”
The Lone Star Girl shook her head weakly.
“No. You didn’t,” she responded softly. “You gave me a chance to be big-time and I blew it. But you…me…we’re eventually getting what we want…the right way.”
Lisa wiped more of the scarlet wash from her face to get a better look at the amazing ingenue before her.
“Yeah...we are.”