Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2023 1:28:27 GMT
For many, it’s hard to imagine and more so believe in the Dream Team’s existence.
And now? A tag title opportunity?
The legendary Lisa, Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, escaping her megalomania AND taking on the beating beatific heart of Texas as a tag partner AND now one three-count away from being champion with said Miss Mustang.
The last perhaps made the most sense considering the ties that bound Dream to both champions.
Behind the curtain, the flaxen-haired youngster is bouncing off the walls in anticipation and even the redeemed Dream seems a bit out of sorts, talking to herself, making it appear she really could use a session with a professional not named Blassenville.
As the buzzing in the crowd grows, the FAWNatics ready for a tag fight full of intrigue, the Dreamers are already rallying, waiting impatiently for the legend’s arrival and that of the guileless youngster who seems to lead Lisa further down the path of virtue.
The newly coined Dreammaker bounces on the balls of her feet, ready for as much revenge as redemption. When her iconic accompaniment fills the arena, Lisa and her partner push through the curtains, joining the darkness surrounding her and Heather.
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
A single spot breaks the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rises in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon is illuminated. The noise grows to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joins Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain.
The Dream is a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes 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 are 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 pleads with The Dream to take the lead but Lisa directs the youngster on her way with a curious smile and wave.
Crofton is 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 strides down the ramp and aisle sending chills down the spine of each Dreamophile, following the golden-maned ingenue somehow now a teammate.
Lisa nods to the cheers and is comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allows Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle. Crofton’s hand connects with every one offered her, the youngster even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps, halts for a long look, then slips through the ropes. She waits in her corner until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they move to the middle and bow to the exalting crowd.
Again without her previously omnipresent microphone, the women move to their home corner as Lisa’s music fades, the announcer taking up his duties.
“Our next match is for the FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS. First. At a combined weight of 245 pounds, hailing from New York, New York and Grapevine, Texas respectively, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…the Lone Star Girl. Lisa Dream. Heather Crofton. The Dream Team!”
The eclectic duo shares a high five. The Yellow Rose turns her attention back to the fans while Lisa’s gaze moves to the stage and the emergence of two ghosts from her past.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With Heather still basking in the response from the FAWNatics her good mood was quite dissipated by slow, plinking piano notes. Delight gave way to concern as words dripped from the speakers.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and the new order of things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged shoulder to shoulder, the longtime enemies forming a united front that'd quickly cemented them as one of the most dangerous duos in professional wrestling.The former Howling Commandos greeted their absentee leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to embrace Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against the delusional weirdo and her Girl Friday she wore a cold grey, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark brown locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Mistress of Puppets wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Becky's attention flicked to Lisa and Heather and she smiled. “Your optimism astounds me, Doc. We should've lobotomized that little shit years ago.” On that worrying note she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just while Lisa took up a protective position in front of the Yellow Rose. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia kept her attention on her former patient and the FFA calendar girl who thought they could upset her grand experiment.
Neither challenger said a word so Blassenville backed off in silence. Bex on the other hand, trained her attention on Lisa and chided, “I can't believe you brought a second to watch what I'm going to do to you. You're as selfish as ever, hun.”
“And you've fallen far lower than I thought imaginable, Rebecca.” Lisa answered. “But at least I'm working on redemption. You on the other hand seem to be headed in the opposite direction.”
Clayton didn't much care for the brunette's tone and she stepped to Lisa only to stop when Al Carpenter interjected at the last second. “Time enough for that later, soldier.” he warned. “Head to your corner so I can do final--” Becky turned and stormed away without another word. Al watched her for a moment before glancing at the challengers. “Watch yourselves out there, ladies. These two aren't playing.”
“I'm well aware of the dangers posed by both, Algernon.” Lisa noted.
“But that's not going to stop us from taking those titles!” Heather added quickly.
Dream looked to the Texan and smiled. “Precisely.”
Carpenter wished them well and quickly made his way to the champs' side of town to carry out those final inspections so things could get underway.
Celia and Becky exchanged a nod when the bell sounded with the former heading to the middle of the ring while the latter stepped onto the apron and took hold of the tag rope. As for the challengers, Heather actually started toward the Red Menace only to pause when Dream put a hand on her shoulder. “I need to start this one, Heather.” the Ultimate Image told Crofton while keeping her dark eyes locked on Celia. “The doctor and I have a... complicated history.”
“I understand.” Heather replied. “But don't forget I'm here, I'm not afraid of Celia Blassenville.”
Lisa squeezed Crofton's shoulder, but otherwise remained silent before striding out to meet the Temptress.
“Hello Lisa.” Celia said to her one-time star patient as she closed in. “You're looking well. I must say white favors you more than I would have expect--” 'OOOOOOHHHH!' from the FAWNatics as Dream lashed out with a whip-crack Bitch Slap that put the Destroyer's head on a swivel.
“You're had that coming for a long time.” Lisa muttered as she shook the tingle from her palm. “After everything you did to me it makes me sick to my stomach to see what you've done to BeckHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Blassenville wasn't much for slapping so she stepped in and simply THWHAPPED a huge Forearm Smash against the former World Champion's chest! Dream's legs went wobbly as she spun away and dropped to one knee. “Spare me your self righteous indignation, Lisa.” Celia murmured. “We both know that if it wasn't for me you would still be rotting away in the back corridors of a forgotten psychiatric facility. The truth is it took a whole team of professionals, myself, Adelaide, even Sierra, the poor thing, to cure you of your delusions and you still have the unmitigated GALL to question my resNNGGGHH!”
Lisa stood up, whipped around and launched herself shoulder-first into the redhead's tummy! In the same instant she hooked her arms around Blassenville's upper thighs and took her to the deck with a Double Leg Takedown that landed more like a short-range Spear! Dream scrambled into a mount the instant she touched down, the lithesome brunette veteran gouging her knees into Celia's flanks so she could unleash years of pent-up frustrations in the form of punches to her foe's forehead!
“Hey, make her open those hands, Carpenter!” Clayton barked to the referee, who was in fact about to administer a warning. “Don't make me do it for you!”
Turned out neither Al or Becky had to assist the Crimson Cagliostro because Celia brought both legs up and locked around the brunette's waist in a snug Scissors! A single squeeze forced Dream to pause the assault and once that was accomplished Celia popped her hips to tumble Lisa back down onto her shoulders in an improvised Sunset Flip. Al was already close so he was down beside the action in a matter of heartbeats to count the...
ONE...
Dream somersaulted clear of the predicament and immediately rushed forward to drive the heel of her boot into Blassenville's forehead! Celia slumped but didn't topple so the Personification of Perfection turned around and sprinted into the ropes. Clayton shouted a warning as Dream made her return but all that really accomplished was ensuring Celia looked up before Lisa lashed out with a Penalty Kick that THWHACKED off the champion's chest!
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMHtTQ43lGc
That knocked Blassenville flat so Dream ground to a halt and circled around in search of a cover only to change her mind when the redhead rolled over and pushed to all fours. Circling around so she was in front of the penitent powerhouse, Lisa hopped up and STAMPED down on Blassenville's fingers as hard as she could! Celia yelped and reared back with her elbows on her knees while she shook the aches out of her--THWHACK! Dream planted her left foot so she could lash out with the right, her Roundhouse smashing off the side of Blassenville's devilish dome!
STOMP & ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7iyO4ZFgDw
The strike knocked Celia back to all fours but it was only a moment before she started to rise. Understanding she had to keep the pressure on her former caregiver, Lisa slapped on a Front Facelock and delivered several heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes to Blassenville's back while driving a few Kneelifts into her tummy as well. Switching over to a Wristlock when she felt Celia was suitably softened, Lisa took a step back and slung the champion into the ropes with an Irish Wh-- the Temptress dug in her heels and reversed the momentum of the toss to send Lisa to the strands in her place. This wasn't entirely displeasing to the Luscious One, indeed Lisa increased her speed and rather than turn for a rebound she hopped onto the second strand and pushed off as hard as she could to shoot back the way she'd came with her right elbow raised like a dagger ready to plunge into Blassenville's black hear--“NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Perfect technique or not, Lisa's elbow proved no match for Celia's Lariat when the champion rushed forward and THWHACKED the unsuspecting challenger across the back of the neck! Grace, speed and indeed perfection all departed in a single stroke as Lisa snapped forward and crumpled to the mat in a woozy sprawl with both arms cradled across the back of her aching skull. Above her, Blassenville took a moment to roll her shoulders and smooth down her hair, though she never took her eyes off the prone brunette. Hands on her hips as she placed a heavy boot between Dream's shoulders, Celia pushed down and said, “You always did have an overinflated view of your abilities, Lisa. At one time it held a certain charm. Now I just find it tiresome.”
Lisa offered no rebuttal save for a stunned groan so Blassenville stomped her out of general principle, then bent down and helped herself a a double handful of the challenger's hair. Alarmed by the brutal swiftness with which Celia turned the tables on her friend and mentor, Heather slapped the top turnbuckle with one hand and succeeded in raising a similar beat from the Dreamophiles, alas neither effort roused Lisa from her stupor before Blassenville traded in the hair-hold for a Wristlock of her own. Careful to point The Dream toward the Psy Ops half of the ring, the Mistress of Puppets sank into a deep crouch and slung Lisa into the strands.
No sudden reversals or acrobatic adjustments this time around, Lisa hit the ropes like a zombie and returned in equally desultory fashion. Indeed she could've been a woman out for a half-asleep jog for all the attention she paid when Celia lowered a shoulder and jabbed it into her midsection. Hands braced against the brunette's upper thighs, Blassenville rose to her full height but rather than toss Lisa over, Celia elected to shoot her straight into the overhead lights! Dream didn't actually disappear from view, in fact Blassenville went up on tiptoe and pressed one hand to the small of her back to ensure she didn't get too high, but the Ultimate Image still collected plenty of hang-time before Celia pushed down and sent her plummeting to the canvas with a resounding THAWHAM!
FREEFALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a823a9wXkwM
Lisa bounced to all fours much as Celia had, though this was more due to residual momentum than anything else. Crowded in on the former World Champion's left side, Celia hunkered down, grabbed hold of that wrist and threaded it between Lisa's stems so she could collect it in her right hand. From there she glommed onto Dream's left shoulder with her free hand and dead-lifted her burden from the mat to a vulnerable, tummy-down position across her right shoulder. Shifting her grips so one arm was strapped over Lisa's lower back while her other hand cupped the nape of the brunette's neck, Celia snapped forward and down to PLANT The Dream with a Pumphandle Slam so emphatic it made even Becky grimace.
PUMPHANDLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=prCQXh2pSIk
The Temptress was in perfect position for a cover, but she made no such effort. Instead she trained her attention on Heather Crofton and said, “Over the next few minutes you will see some things that will test your best efforts to remain a bystander. Regardless of what happens, I STRONGLY advise you to remain right where you are, Ms. Crofton. No good can come of it otherwise.”
The Girl From Grapevine meant to tell Blassenville where she could stick her threats but ultimately decided to cheer on Lisa when Celia turned away without so much as a second look. Scraping Lisa off the mat with a handful of hair, the Crimson Cagliostro traded the illegal grip for a perfectly acceptable Wristlock, one she used to hurl Dream into the Psy Ops corner. The BWUNG of Lisa's back striking buckles was still reaching the cheap seats when Blassenville rushed in and THWHUMPED a huge Clothesline across the brunette's chest! Bex helped herself to a tag in the aftermath of the Clothesline but rather than light into the woman who once handed her the most demoralizing loss of her career, she grabbed hold of Celia and led-shouldered her backward until they were most of the way to the opposite corner. No words passed between the rivals turned partners, Clayton simply stepped back and dropped her hips to send Blassenville back to the buckles where she CRUSHED Lisa against the corner with a huge Avalanche Splash!
Touching her lips to Lisa's ear even as she caught another Wristlock, Celia murmured, “Finally realizing you're a miserable human being does not forgive previous miserable behavior, Lisa. You've had this coming for a long time.” On that ominous not she Whipped Lisa toward Becky who exploded forward and brought her right leg up for a Big Boot that damned near took The Dream's head off! With the game now firmly in their favor, Blassenville slipped out onto the apron while Clayton covered the challenger in a Crossbody good for the...
CORNER AVALANCHE & BIG BOOT @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IY_I1RANv9s
With the Dreamophiles silenced and even Heather’s previously incessant support quieted, The Dream looked all but dead beneath the domineering stance of the Army of One. Clayton roused the FAWNatics out of their stupor with an otherwise stoic double-bicep pose, but it di nothing to stir the comatose Lisa.
Clayton placed an army boot atop the softly rolling chest of the redeemed Dream and Carpenter dropped to a knee for the easiest night’s work he’s ever had with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa resuscitated enough to wrap her palms around an ankle and shove away Becky’s haughty yet seemingly sufficient pin attempt.
Clayton’s lips curled in a smile.
“You don’t know how happy you just made me,” she informed. “I mean, you don’t know ANYTHING right now. But you will.”
Clayton dipped to sink a set of nails into Lisa’s scalp and yank Dream to her feet, Lisa’s lower limbs like rubber.
“You may get to decide how you find redemption for your other sins, but I decide how you get it for those against me.”
With the brunettes nose to chin, Clayton dipped and wrapped her sinewy guns around the pale midriff of the Ultimate Image. Squeezing tight, drawing a breathy gasp and pitiful squeak from Dream, Becky straightens to full height and Lisa was lifted to toe tips and beyond within the simple, powerful embrace of Celia’s Shock-and-Awe of a partner.
Becky crushed the air from Dream then moved to rib-snapping potential, Lisa’s face pinched in agony, the sleepiness of the Big Boot removed from her visage. Instead it showed breathless panic and unceasing pain that only increased when Clayton began swinging her slender dishrag of a foe from side to side, like a pit bull with a poodle.
Dream’s prying at Clayton’s flexing arms proved useless so she raised her wings rise to either side of Becky’s noggin, apparently in an attempt to ring Clayton’s ears, but the Military Muscle of Psy Ops gave Lisa’s comparatively flimsy frame a death rattle and the arms fell limp at Lisa’s sides.
With The Dream becoming little more than dead weight, Becky carried her flaccid foe to a neutral corner and placed Lisa in a slumped seat atop the uppermost buckle. Rotating ninety degrees, Becky pressed palms into Lisa’s chest and lower pelvis and proceeded to Military Press Dream high overhead. The crowd was unable to help themselves, releasing a simultaneous gasp as the Army of One shows her immense power. Striding to mid-ring as if without a care in the world, Becky turned to the hard cam and offered an example in superiority over the Ultimate Image. It becomes even harder to match as Clayton converted to a one-armed press for a moment before tossing Lisa out in front of her, the Dream Warrior THWAPPING face and chest-first against the canvas from an incredible height.
MILITARY PRESS: @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lcz2Hq6gUk
A demolished Dream slithered slowly on her belly toward the outstretched arm of a desperate Miss Mustang. Becky put an end to the travels with a boot stapled to the base of Dream’s spine. Clayton motioned to the baby-faced blonde.
“Believe me sweetheart. You don’t want in here.”
“Gimme a try,” Heather responded with a growl that’s more cute than threatening.
Clayton dipped and plunged a pair of claws into the napes on either side of Lisa’s Black Swan-like neck, pulling her up like a chew toy. With Dream vertical in front of her, Lisa’s back to the Army of One, Becky bore down with her signature E-Tool Shoulder Claws.
Heather pleaded about a choke but Al shook his head, well aware Clayton was digging her curled digits into the tenderized muscles on either side of a chokehold, sinking into the nerve bundle on either side. The Ultimate Image transformed into an image of frailty, eyelids cinched shut in agony, body spasming under the pressure.
Carpenter moved in front of The Dream and asked if the dark-haired grappler wanted to surrender. There’s no verbal response, but somehow Lisa’s raised her quivering arms, laced her fingers, and wrapped the cup behind Clayton’s cranium. Moving the crown of her head tight to Becky’s chin, Lisa dropped to her backside and BLASTED Clayton with a Jawbreaker when Dream’s ass came to a halt against the canvas.
The force of the impact sent Clayton staggering off in a 180 spin, clutching at her chin and flexing her jaw, looking equal parts angry and hurt.
For the seated Dream, a lifeline was thrown. She reached all fours and dove to the proffered palm of the Yellow Rose, slapping hands. As Lisa rolled out under, Crofton snatched the top rope and flung herself over.
Heather raced toward a turning Clayton and delivered a feisty Dropkick to Shock-and-Awe’s chest.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Becky’s not taken off her feet, though she was sent in a three-step backpedal to retain her balance. Becky shook her head at the risen Crofton but that didn't stop Heather from charging once more. Unfortunately, Clayton shifted her frame and easily scooped the Lone Star Girl off the deck like a feather. BUT that feather proved tough to contain within her grip, floating and flipping around Becky’s body until Heather SPIKED Clayton’s skull into the canvas with a Tornado DDT.
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/shorts/tOY7FIoHVfY
The crowd was on its feet as a slobberknocked Becky, dark eyes glazed, tried to flip through to her feet but tumbled to the canvas, ending on her side in a semiconscious state. With the FAWNatics roaring and Dr. Blassenville’s sphincter puckering from the look of her startled stare, Heather dove across the ‘nuked’ Army of One in a Lateral Press. She hooked a muscular leg as best she could for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Becky heaved a shoulder up, sending the diminutive blonde onto her haunches next to the detonated Destroyer.
With a groaning crowd in her ear, Crofton showed no disappointment. Instead, she backpedaled as the stalwart Clayton pushed to stooped feet. With her foe up, Crofton closed fast, spinning to place a Three Quarters Facelock on Becky’s braincase. With the hold tight, she raced toward the Dream Team corner with her cargo towed behind. There, she stairstepped up the buckles and back-flipped into her Texas Toast, landing on her knees as she again delivered Becky to the deck with a ring-rattling collision!
TEXAS TOAST @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoyDE-F5lO4
The impact bounced Becky to a seated position, her head and torso droopy, eyes clouded. Heather’s up and moving, hitting the ropes in front of the dazed soldier, now of fortune, and rebounding to NAIL the bigger brunette with a forceful Sliding Lariat.
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxtCzadrXDo
Flattening her powerful adversary to the canvas, Heather again secured a Crossbody pin, hooking the far leg and pressing tight to Clayton’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky pushed Heather off, Crofton using the momentum to spring to her feet. Hitting more shots on the Army of One and having her foe kick out SOONER seemed to flummox the blonde for an instant, but a call from a few feet behind the Lone Star Girl captured her attention.
Though still looking a drained Dream, Lisa called for entry and the far junior member of the Dream Team handed over the reins without a moment’s thought, promptly acceding to the wishes of the Ultimate Image.
“We've gotta finish this quick.” the Ultimate Image told Heather as she dipped through the strands. “Remember that thing we've been trying in training?”
“The shoulders thing?” Crofton asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, that.” Lisa was already storming toward the recovering brunette. “I'm gonna get her in place and then we're gonna field test it.”
Heather didn't bother to respond, she just gripped the tag rope in one hand and kept a sharp eye on the action as the former World Champion snatched a double handful of hair and dragged Bex into a Front Facelock.
“I'll apologize when you're not so, shall we say, crazy, Rebecca.” she told the Camouflage Crusher after she'd slung Clayton's near arm across her shoulders and walked-dragged her that much closer to the challengers' corner. “But first we must unwrap you from Celia's straitjacket.” On that righteous note she reached down with her free hand and hooked Becky behind her left knee to secure a tight cradle. Soon as it was set she dipped her knees and muscled Clayton off the canvas, Lisa showing off her strength as she twisted over and laid out to THAWHUNK the Peacemaker down on the back of her head and shoulders with Another Ode to Perfection!
ANOTHER ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxUhdHhPq3E
Bex sat up with glassy look in her eyes that told Heather her mentor should try for a cover, but The Dream only shoved her down flat before scrambling to her feet and making another tag. “You got this.” Lisa told the spirited ingenue as she positioned herself back against the turnbuckles and Crofton climbed into the high rent district. “Just like we practiced, only this time it'll make you a Tag Team Champion.”
Heather liked the sound of that, though there was a clear shadow of trepidation on her face as she hunkered down to let Lisa take hold of her wrists. Going up on her tiptoes shortly thereafter, the Girl From Grapevine sprang into a tumbling dive while The Dream yanked down on her wrists to put even more momentum behind Heather's hundred and twenty so pounds when she THWHAMMED down across Becky's fluttering chest! The combination Senton and Iconoclasm the challengers would soon dub the Lone Star Drop sent Becky shuddering onto one side but it was only a matter of heartbeats before Crofton pulled the champ back over and scooped her into a Back Press good for the...
LONE STAR DROP @ 3:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qccrVLJVBPg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Clayton kicked out of her own accord though the tandem offense proved concern enough for Celia to slip through the ropes in case an assist was necessary. “Get back, Celia.” Dream warned the Temptress in case Al heading in her direction wasn't enough of a deterrent. Blassenville did, though she looked far from pleased as Carpenter escorted her back to the far corner.
In truth Heather didn't look too happy either, the look on her face suggesting she'd thought the big double team maneuver would keep Clayton down for good. Lisa saw the concern in her young partner's face and her own expression softened considerably. “Don't get discouraged, Heather. We've got her on the ropes, so hit her as hard as you can, then make another tag. You're not the only one who can fly off the top rope.”
Crofton nodded, the Texan's confidence restored by Lisa's faith in her skills. Treating herself to a healthy grip on the champ's braid, Heather muscled Becky into a Front Facelock and asked The Dream, “Since we're field testing stuff, you want to try that other thing we've been working on?”
“The Moonsault thing?”
“That's the one!”
“Absolutely.”
So Heather pounded half a dozen Kneelifts into Clayton's tummy and added just as many Overhand Forearm Smashes across her upper back to ensure the weakened Destroyer would remain suitably docile when she reached out and clapped Lisa back into the fray. Heading for the high rent district just as her partner had done, The Dream turned around to face the crowd, then sank into a crouch and looked over one shoulder while Crofton twisted 'round back to back with the Peacekeeper. Her grip on Clayton's chin meant the nape of the brunette's neck was wrenched awkwardly against the ball of Heather's right shoulder and things only got worse when the Personification of Perfection vaulted into the lights for a gorgeous Dreamysault that brought her THWHAMMING down atop Becky's chest! The impact was more than enough to smash Clayton and Crofton to the deck, meaning Heather's Neckbreaker detonated a whisper before Lisa hooked the far leg for...
DREAM STATE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XtJxR7RQpc
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton reached out and grabbed hold of the bottom rope to keep possession of the gold for at least another three seconds! Dream grimaced but didn't complain, Rebecca wasn't a former World Champion on accident. Of course the same was true of herself and she didn't let the narrow escape lessen her resolve in the slightest. Rather than waste precious energy trying to scrape Clayton off the deck, Lisa took the champ by wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the squared circle. Landing pad set, she stomped on Bex's belly for good measure before sprinting to the ropes where she skipped onto the second stra-- Celia kicked the middle rope just as Dream came down, the unexpected shiver causing Lisa to drop into an awkward seat on the rubber-coated steel.
Holding onto the rope to maintain some semblance of balance, The Dream shook her head to clear it and-- “NNNGGGHHH!” A recently vertical Becky Clayton charged in like an onrushing doom and pounded a brutal Forearm Smash across the base of Lisa's skull! Dream's grip on the top rope fell away though she managed a one-handed grab before she could slop to the canvas. Unfortunately this new arrangement left her looking up at the lights in a particularly vulnerable position as the One Woman Army promptly demonstrated when she hopped onto the middle rope and bounced off just to drive a massive STOMP into the challenger's sternum!
ROPE HUNG STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCmtAzNS53Q
Baring her teeth in a ferocious smile as the back of Lisa's head slammed against the thinly-sheathed plywood, Clayton shifted her stompin' foot to the hollow of Dream's throat and pressed down until the Ultimate Image was thrashing and retching beneath her heel.
“Hey, she's choking her!” Heather shouted to Al over the alarmed jeers of the FAWNatics. Carpenter had already seen the infraction and was in fact in the midst of delivering a stern warning to the Camouflage Crusher. But it didn't seem to have much of an effect on Becky's brutal throttling so Crofton hurried through the ropes and--
“Get the FUCK back to your corner, brat!” Clayton roared loud enough to stop Heather dead in her tracks. “Unless you want all of my attention right fucking now.” Bex had in fact removed her foot from Lisa's neck to deliver her warning, so Crofton scowled and returned to the apron without further incident.
“I do believe a tag is an order, Rebecca.” Celia called to her fuming partner. “You've taken a great deal of punishment and I've got much to discuss with my recalcitrant former patient.”
Becky took a deep breath and made a few slight adjustments to her togs. “That's a good idea, doc. Lemme bundle up this trash and I'll be right there.”
A vindictive belly stomp forced Lisa to a breathless seat, meaning Clayton didn't have to bend down as far to haul her upright with a double handful of hair. Stuffing Lisa's head beneath her left arm as soon as she was upright, Bex tossed the beleaguered former World Champion's near arm across her shoulders, then took hold of Dream's diaphanous skirt and marched her toward Heather rather than Celia. Eyes locked on the Yellow Rose, Clayton yoked up on the Front Facelock and warned, “You think Blassenville and I are the biggest threats to your health, kiddo? You don't have a clue what this woman is capable of.”
Crofton shook her head defiantly. “She's changed. For the better. Just like you've changed for the worse.”
Clayton snorted in disgust. “Fine, be an idiot. But remember who warned you when she plants that knife in your back.” Heather held her tongue so Becky dipped her knees and muscled the smaller brunette overhead for a Vertical Suplex only to pivot toward the far corner so she could hurl Lisa three quarters of the way across the ring!
SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyYL2usuaHY
The Girl From Grapevine cringed along with the rest of the FAWNatics and her sympathy proved most costly as Bex whipped around on a dime and THWHACKED a Big Boot into the youngster's jaw! Heather tumbled from the apron like a puppet with cut strings, meaning Clayton was free to take her time stalking over to the crumpled sprawl of Lisa Dream.
“Feeling better?” Celia asked with a sardonic smile as Becky dragged Lisa into the champs' corner cavewoman-style.
“That was incredibly therapeutic, you have no idea.”
“Oh, I have some.” Blassenville replied after the tag was made. “Both of them are quite irritating, albeit for vastly different reasons. May I?” the Temptress swept a hand over the flattened fighter.
“Please, be my guest.”
Duly blessed, the Crimson Cagliostro plunged a hand into Lisa's hair and hauled her upright only to plow a Broadside Kneelift across that perfect tummy. Marching the gasping grappler back to the middle of the squared circle, Celia doubled her over and cinched both arms around Dream's waist in a snug Gutwrench. Without so much as a warning she gathered her strength and flipped Lisa up onto the point of her right shoulder. “That was some impressive teamwork displayed earlier, Lisa.” Celia halved her grip so she could grab the smaller wrestler's ankles and brace them against her upper thighs one after the other. “Perhaps you'd like to see some of what I've learned since we last met?” The Temptress didn't wait for an answer, rather she helped herself to Lisa's wrists and stretched her arms wide before craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanking down to make the Canadian Backbreaker all the more unbearable!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1yddmTziAg
The overturned Dream yelped in anguish, her former physician apparently having added a degree in chiropractic cruelty since the women last met. Blassenville continued her ‘adjustment’ while striding just out of arm’s length from the Yellow Rose, more teasing Heather than taunting her.
The redhead reserved the taunting for Dream, whispering not so sweet nothings in the ear of the anguished brunette while Carpenter used his outside voice to offer the redeemed Dream a way out via surrender.
Lisa didn't shout a ‘yes’, though neither did she emphatically indicate in the negative, biting her lower lip closed, dark eyes welling as Celia bounced the base of her spine up and down across the right shoulder until the ‘Please…Don’t…Tap’ chants faded away. Perhaps some Dreamophiles believed it might not be the worst option if they wanted to see the Ultimate Image in action again before the end of the year.
Deciding the slow but steady approach was no longer to her liking, the good doctor sat out with Lisa still stretched and the wail from Dream on the backbreaking collision could certainly be mistaken for the reaction to a snapped spinal column.
On the sidelines, Crofton looked exceedingly uncomfortable, the blonde gulping hard at the splayed Lisa, Dream arched in agony, reaching for the base of her backbone.
The Temptress didn't bother to cover. Instead she sat staring at the Lone Star Girl. Celia shrugged.
“The funny thing is. You’re going to wish you were strong enough to do that to her in a year.”
“People better stop trying to tell me what I’m gonna do and what I’m gonna feel,” Miss Mustang groused.
Blassenville pushed palms toward The Dream’s partner.
“Fair enough. I get this is something you need to learn through experience. But maybe I’ll just snap her vertebrae, so you don’t have to learn the same lesson as so many other women on this roster.”
Celia dipped and sent a set of talons into Dream’s scalp while wrapping the opposite palm around a wrist. She hauled Lisa to a rubbery vertical. Blassenville tossed the possessed arm across Lisa’s frame and pivots to a 45-degree angle with the Ultimate Image. Showing a fraction of her power, Blassenville prescribed more pain, sending Lisa HIGH into the air before DUMPING her foe to the deck with a Uranage that likely left a Dream-sized divot in the boards beneath the canvas.
URANAGE @ 1:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPj6-a6vY0A
With Dream spreadeagled and not noticeably conscious, Celia raised a balled fist, drawing jeers from the disappointed throng. She turned to the Psy Ops’ corner and offered a crisp salute to her compatriot. A beaming Becky returned the favor.
Blassenville returned her attention to a softly stirring Dream. She motioned Lisa Legend up for more and Dream struggled to hands and knees, her body unable to match her will.
“Wishing you were back in a padded cell, aren’t you dear?” Blassenville asks. “Alas, no.”
Celia ‘helped’ what’s left of Lisa up the rest of the way then surrounded the white leather and white skin of the Dream in a tight Bear Hug. Blassenville squeezed the stuffing out of the Ultimate Image then, like a ragdoll, tossed Dream up-n-over with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @ 1:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gFPGQUeMCo&t=38s
The impact rattled Lisa’s spine, the momentum sending the brunette to a seated position, again Dream’s back curling into an aching arch from the abuse. The Temptress trudged after her patient-now-plaything, pie-facing Lisa in the back of the skull.
“Deep down in that twisted mind of yours,” Celia murmured, “you want me to destroy you.”
Blassenville’s palms wrapped around the back of Dream’s neck and the auburn-haired Destroyer lifted Lisa like she’s dealing with her foe under the moon’s lesser gravity. In fact, the lift might be a little too far, as a desperate Dream was able to STOMP her boot sole on the right toes of the Temptress when the Ultimate Image returns to earth.
Celia yipped in pain, her arms reflexively falling from around The Dream.
Knowing this might be a last opportunity, the Personification of Perfection raced to the ropes in front of her and rebounded out. The Dream spun as she approached the redhead, again using the good doctor’s cat-like reflexes against her, Blassenville catching Lisa in a Wheelbarrow grip the Dream turned into a ring-rattling DDT, SPIKING Celia’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
WHEELBARROW DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia9TILDClqw
The massive collision sent Blassenville up to a comatose kneel before she flopped to her back. A spent Dream crawled to and dropped across her larger adversary for the…
ONE…
Dream was shoved off, barrel rolling twice around, ending only a couple steps from salvation.
Pushing to her knees, the Luscious One ‘walked’ to her eager apprentice and dove far enough to tickle the fingers of the Yellow Rose, the FAWNatics erupting.
Heather popped over the cables as if she’s on springs.
As she charged her foe, Crofton found Celia reaching an unsteady verticality, shaking off The Dream’s blow all too quickly. But the speed with which the ingenue spun and delivered a Texas-sized Stunner was blink-and-miss-it material. One who didn't was Big Red, whose jaw got rocked by the attack. Blassenville went sprawling to a seat against the nearby ropes , the cables keeping her partially upright.
It apparently suited the Girl from Grapevine who, glancing over a shoulder, saw Celia in a dazed state and tore off for the strands in front of the woman who certified Lisa for the madhouse when she was still in her senior year at Grapevine High. Barreling back to Blassenville at full speed, Heather threw her frame into Celia, genuinely ROCKING the doctor with a follow-up Running Crossbody.
STUNNER TO BASEMENT RUNNING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hg5NTTKMrr4
Rising and snatching an ankle, Crofton pulled Celia away from the ropes and pounced atop her foe in a Lateral Press, optimistically hooking a muscular stem for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Temptress pushed Heather to her haunches and Crofton ran both sets of fingers through her golden mane, showing more than a hint of concern at the power both tag champions could call upon.
Perhaps showing a little frustration when Blassenville rose to a seat and winked at the flustered flaxen-haired fighter, Heather landed a Love Tap, a double-barreled overhand slap to the champ’s chest. The echo of contact and more specifically the burning sting removed the smirk from the auburn-haired MD.
From the sidelines, a fuming Clayton threatened the youngster with a reprisal.
“Little girl. You’re as insane as that psycho bitch you admire.”
“Maybe I am,” Heather growled adorably. What’s less adorable is a Soccer Kick to the mush that laid out Celia, leaving the Temptress staring blankly at the rafters.
Quickly scaling the nearest neutral corner, the Yellow Rose was ready to bloom from the top, lining up her ‘Don’t Mess With Texas’ 450, the Lone Star Girl went airborne to REALLY change the face of this title tilt into a David-and-Goliath story to be remembered.
DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJlgiClk4p4
Heather hit CLEAN, tanned tummy to tummy, the crowd exploding with excitement as abs crushed abs. Miss Mustang remained glued to the groaning Blassenville as Al dropped to a knee and slapped out the unimaginable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
With a tardy Becky only halfway through the ropes, Celia twitched a shoulder no more than a few inches off the canvas, no power trip on this kick-out.
Heather took a hopeful peek at Al but the man in stripes shook his head, raising but two fingers, drawing a heavy sigh from the Lone Star Girl.
Not entirely sure how to proceed against the reeling albeit still formidable Destroyer, Heather turned her attention to the Ultimate Image in case Lisa was ready for a tag, unfortunately the former World Champion was on knee with one hand massaging the small of her back. Her other hand was wrapped around the tag rope and Crofton knew Dream would enter if called upon, but the deep grimace on her face told Heather all she needed to know.
For the moment she was on her own.
Blue eyes steeling in time with her resolve, Heather Crofton hooked Celia by the shoulder-straps and lugged her upright before switching over to a Wristlock. Stuffing a shoulder into the redhead's sternum let Heather shove Blassenville back a couple of steps which let the challenger do the same, thus ensuring she had maximum stretch on Celia's arm when planted her feet and slung the Temptress toward a neutral corner with an Irish WhNO! Blassenville reached the end of her tether, dug in and reversed the momentum of the toss to send Heather racing at the buckles instead. Aside from a momentary flash of concern this development didn't seem to bother the Yellow Rose as she closed distance, indeed she was still moving at top speed when she caught hold of the top rope in both hands and hopped onto the middle rope. The thunder of approaching boots told her Blassenville was already close so the ingenue flicked her right leg back and THWHAPPED a sharp kick into Celia's midsection!
A quick check told her it'd only staggered the Mistress of Puppets so Heather reset her feet and launched up and out for what could've been a pretty nasty Mule Kick if she hadn't hooked her shins against Blassenville's shoulders instead. Ankles locked behind the redhead's noggin, Heather crunched up with all her strength to hurl Celia into a BWUNGING face-first collision with the second turnbuckle! Still anchored to the top rope while her knees ground against the champ's shoulders, Heather threw her head back with a giddy grin and bellowed, “LET'S FREAKIN' GO!”
HEADSCISSORS DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7rd74zCr1M
Everyone save Bex (and presumably Celia) agreed that this was a most excellent idea and so they lent their full support to the Girl From Grapevine as she raced to center ring and immediately circled back the way she'd came, all the better to put every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into the Dropkick she THWHUMPED between Blassenville's shoulders! Celia's head smashed against the roughly-padded steel and then she was slopping backward, the once domineering powerhouse looking more like a discarded marionette as she tumbled through a slow motion somersault that brought her to rest on her stomach.
“You've got this, Heather!” a rejuvenated Lisa shouted to the blonde from her corner. “Go for the cover, I'll keep an eye on Rebecca!”
Heather didn't have to be told twice, she was already circling around to Celia's left to go for the-- a rumble of distress from those assembled when the Crimson Cagliostro planted her hands and slowly rose to one knee. “Are you KIDDING ME? Crofton couldn't help but gape as Blassenville continued to rise. “Just how many kitchen sinks do I have to throw at you?”
“Ahhh... all of them, Ms. Crofton.” the Temptress rasped. “Along with however many Lisa is able to loan--”
The Lone Star Girl drew back for a Super Kick that caused Celia to raise a high guard which would've been much more effective if Crofton hadn't switched targets and THWHACKED her opponent in the pit of the stomach instead! Blassenville doubled over and damned if she didn't stay that way, thus ensuring Heather had enough time to back up, then rush in, the determined little blonde drawing Celia into a Standing Headscissors even as she wrapped her arms around that strong waist. A roar of incredulous joy from the March to War throng when Heather dipped her knees and shot into the air, her torque straightening Celia up only to flip her end over end courtesy the Dallas Destroy—OH NO!
The champ wrapped her arms around Crofton's thighs and hunched forward to stall Heather's momentum when she was hung upside down draped against Celia's back. Freeing her left arm a moment later, Blassenville reached back, grabbed the base of Heather's skull and cradled it tight against her hip. Gaze falling on an understandably concerned Lisa Dream, the Temptress growled, “This is on you, old friend.” With that she turned around, took three giant steps toward the Psy Ops corner, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUNK the base of Crofton's neck against her posted left thigh!
A.R.C. NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=elKbLhi4cso
Heather hit the deck like a sack of mail in perfect position for the cover, but Celia ignored her in favor of trudging to Becky Clayton who accepted the tag without a word. The Peacekeeper hopped over the top rope and went to Heather like a woman with serious business on her mind. A double handful of hair scraped Crofton off the mat and confirmed she'd stay on her feet before the former World Champion switched over to a Wristlock. “I warned you what would happen if you had my full attention.” she murmured in the Texan's ear. “Take this moment and learn from it.” Clayton stepped back, lowered a shoulder and reeled Heather in just to catch the blonde in a quick Gutwrench and spin her up onto the ball of her right shoulder before dropping forward and down to THWHAM the Yellow Rose against the deck with a massive Tilt-A-Whirl Powerslam!
TILT-A-WHIRL POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI7FHrHe6YE
Crofton bounced to a seat after that ring-rattling impact but she didn't flop out on her back and Bex didn't force her down. Instead the Camouflage Crusher got to her feet and Bex backpedaled into the corner to Crofton's left where quickly removed the pad from her right elbow. “GET OUT OF THERE, HEATHER!” Lisa shouted with the urgency of perfection under a great strain. “ROLL TO THE ROPES, YOU'VE GOT TO GET--”
The Dream cringed along with the rest of the FAWNatics when Clayton exploded forward, shot in low and SMASHED the bony dagger into Heather's left cheek! The Texan's head snapped to one side and the rest of her immediately followed, Heather slopping to the canvas in a discombobulated heap. Now Clayton did go for a cover, the turncoat brunette sliding into an aggressive Crossbody even as she hooked the far leg and glared a hole through Lisa for the...
MOAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gFYUl1n_js
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Heather didn't kick out, Lisa sprang onto the top rope and dove down like an avenging angel to THWHUMP a huge Double Axehandle to Clayton's upper back with half a heartbeat to spare!
Al was right there to protest the intrusion however his gawky rules of order were nothing when held to the Wrath of the Flawless One and he could only coax and cajole as Lisa battered Becky with a fusillade of fists as the Destroyer struggled to her feet. Clayton actually made it upright after a few more seconds but a Kneelift and doubled her right back over and a Front Facelock secured the brunette for-- Becky wrapped her arms around Dream's waist, then spun around and charged her into the Psy-Ops corner with a heavy Shoulderblock!
Celia made a quick tag, yet aside from a single quick Forearm Smash to the back of the head, she paid Lisa no mind before reentering the field. “Keep the narcissist under control if you would be so kind, Rebecca.” Blassenville spoke to Clayton, but her eyes were trained on Heather. “It's time she finally understood the consequences of her boundless arrogance.”
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Dream bellowed as she struggled to get around Becky's encroaching shoulder. “IT'S ME YOU WANT SO NNNNGGGHHH!”
Bex straightened up and SLAMMED a vile Kneelift between the challenger's thighs! “That's where you're wrong, Lis.” the One Woman Army swung around behind the knock-kneed brunette and boosted herself into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “Your case is closed, far as the Doc is concerned. Me though? I'm more than happy to make your life miserable.”
To prove this claim she looped an arm around Lisa's neck, then palmed the back of her head with her other hand and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to hoist The Dream off her feet with a nasty Sleeper! Using the turnbuckles for leverage technically made it illegal, yet neither woman was legal so Al let it slide after a few desultory warnings went unheeded.
As for Celia, she peeled Heather off the mat, then turned around so her back was to the wobbly Texan. From there she reached back, seized Crofton by the biceps and hoisted her up so that Heather's tummy was snug against the back of her head. To the move nerds in attendance it looked quite a bit like the set-up for Clayton's SNAFU, but where the Peacekeeper tossed up, Blassenville charged forward and laid out on her belly while simultaneously tossing Heather down so that she THWHUNKED high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! Obliterated by the callous effects of The Monster Study, Crofton tumbled over onto one side and did little more than twitch when Celia muscled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for...
THE MONSTER STUDY @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGlHTY1HEEI
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Blassenville released Heather's captured stem and got to her feet while Becky released the suffocating Sleeper with a flourish that meant Lisa one one knee retching as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
“Experiment's over, Lisa.” Blassenville told her former patient as she accepted her leather and gold a short distance from the vulnerable Texan. “You can stop pretending now, it's not like the poor girl is conscious to register your abandon--” Celia fell silent as the Ultimate Image trudged forward and defiantly placed herself between The Temptress and the Girl From Grapevine.
“Try anything and I'll ruin you, Celia.” she murmured. “Don't test me.”
Behind her, Becky Clayton closed in with the faceplate of her belt aimed at the back of Dream's skull, but she stopped when the Mistress of Puppets raised a hand. “Altruism at a time like this?” she stared at Lisa with a look of genuine intrigue on her face. “Could it be you've actually deluded yourself into believing you're a good person? Perhaps there IS more to learn from you. But it won't be today. And it won't be with that poor girl by your side, not if you're half the woman you proclaim to be.”
“I don't give a shit if you're lying or not.” Clayton admitted as she circled around to stand beside Celia. “Beating on the kid? That's just business. Beating on you? That's a pleasure like no other.”
Lisa growled, rolled her shoulders in case Psy Ops wasn't quite ready to leave. “You'll have nothing at my expense, either of you.” she warned. “And if you strike Heather to get at me, you won't live long enough to regret it.”
Clayton snorted, draped her belt over one shoulder. “Don't threaten me with a good time, bitch. We're not close to even.” She turned away an exited the ring, leaving Lisa staring down the Mistress of Puppets.
“You are a curious case, Lisa. For the sake of conversation, let's say I believe you. That you've... been reborn... so to speak, and this isn't all a long con designed to ruin young Ms. Crofton for your own gain. If you DO care what becomes of her, do everything in your considerable persuasive power to keep her away from Rebecca and myself. Pursuing this line of study... it will not end well for her. Or you.”
Lisa didn't respond because a soft groan from Heather drew her attention to the prone blonde. She dropped to one knee and Blassenville stepped back in anticipation of a surprise attack but the Temptress might as well have been on the moon for all the attention Lisa paid her.
“Curiouser and curiouser.” Celia turned and followed her partner out of the ring, leaving Lisa to help bring Heather back to the waking world with the assistance of a whole arena full of concerned FAWNatics.
And now? A tag title opportunity?
The legendary Lisa, Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, escaping her megalomania AND taking on the beating beatific heart of Texas as a tag partner AND now one three-count away from being champion with said Miss Mustang.
The last perhaps made the most sense considering the ties that bound Dream to both champions.
Behind the curtain, the flaxen-haired youngster is bouncing off the walls in anticipation and even the redeemed Dream seems a bit out of sorts, talking to herself, making it appear she really could use a session with a professional not named Blassenville.
As the buzzing in the crowd grows, the FAWNatics ready for a tag fight full of intrigue, the Dreamers are already rallying, waiting impatiently for the legend’s arrival and that of the guileless youngster who seems to lead Lisa further down the path of virtue.
The newly coined Dreammaker bounces on the balls of her feet, ready for as much revenge as redemption. When her iconic accompaniment fills the arena, Lisa and her partner push through the curtains, joining the darkness surrounding her and Heather.
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
A single spot breaks the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rises in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon is illuminated. The noise grows to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joins Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Lisa looking upon the masses with a serene grin, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain.
The Dream is a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes 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 are 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 pleads with The Dream to take the lead but Lisa directs the youngster on her way with a curious smile and wave.
Crofton is 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 strides down the ramp and aisle sending chills down the spine of each Dreamophile, following the golden-maned ingenue somehow now a teammate.
Lisa nods to the cheers and is comfortable enough to carefully offer her palm to slap extended hands.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allows Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle. Crofton’s hand connects with every one offered her, the youngster even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps, halts for a long look, then slips through the ropes. She waits in her corner until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they move to the middle and bow to the exalting crowd.
Again without her previously omnipresent microphone, the women move to their home corner as Lisa’s music fades, the announcer taking up his duties.
“Our next match is for the FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS. First. At a combined weight of 245 pounds, hailing from New York, New York and Grapevine, Texas respectively, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…the Lone Star Girl. Lisa Dream. Heather Crofton. The Dream Team!”
The eclectic duo shares a high five. The Yellow Rose turns her attention back to the fans while Lisa’s gaze moves to the stage and the emergence of two ghosts from her past.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With Heather still basking in the response from the FAWNatics her good mood was quite dissipated by slow, plinking piano notes. Delight gave way to concern as words dripped from the speakers.
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Everyone was still jeering wholeheartedly when the curtain was brushed aside and the new order of things came into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged shoulder to shoulder, the longtime enemies forming a united front that'd quickly cemented them as one of the most dangerous duos in professional wrestling.The former Howling Commandos greeted their absentee leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the challengers.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Becky Clayton didn't give a single damn about what they thought, as evidenced by the 'what're ya gonna do about it?' smirk on her face as she undid the belt around her waist and raised it overhead This resulted in another round of jeers but the occasional cheer and whistle could be heard, the more salacious element among the FAWNatics happy to embrace Clayton now that she'd embraced Celia's unorthodox approach. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against the delusional weirdo and her Girl Friday she wore a cold grey, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape. Also worth noting? Clayton's dark brown locks, which usually hung free or pulled back in a simple ponytail were now drawn back in the snug French Braid Celia had favored for years.
Beside her, the Mistress of Puppets wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, or perhaps a small but vital piece of equipment in her latest experiment. Indeed she seemed far more interested in Bex's reaction to the crowd (and vice versa) than the women waiting in the ring. After a moment she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
Becky's attention flicked to Lisa and Heather and she smiled. “Your optimism astounds me, Doc. We should've lobotomized that little shit years ago.” On that worrying note she started down the ramp and Celia fell into place a few steps behind.
They were halfway to the squared circle when the Announcer called, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
This brought a fresh round of jeers, which only caused Clayton to raise her gold a little higher. Completely ignoring the fans on the aisle, Clayton and Blassenville tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes to lay claim to the center of the ring just while Lisa took up a protective position in front of the Yellow Rose. Swinging around to face the hard camera, Clayton showed off the gold for all the losers at home while Celia kept her attention on her former patient and the FFA calendar girl who thought they could upset her grand experiment.
Neither challenger said a word so Blassenville backed off in silence. Bex on the other hand, trained her attention on Lisa and chided, “I can't believe you brought a second to watch what I'm going to do to you. You're as selfish as ever, hun.”
“And you've fallen far lower than I thought imaginable, Rebecca.” Lisa answered. “But at least I'm working on redemption. You on the other hand seem to be headed in the opposite direction.”
Clayton didn't much care for the brunette's tone and she stepped to Lisa only to stop when Al Carpenter interjected at the last second. “Time enough for that later, soldier.” he warned. “Head to your corner so I can do final--” Becky turned and stormed away without another word. Al watched her for a moment before glancing at the challengers. “Watch yourselves out there, ladies. These two aren't playing.”
“I'm well aware of the dangers posed by both, Algernon.” Lisa noted.
“But that's not going to stop us from taking those titles!” Heather added quickly.
Dream looked to the Texan and smiled. “Precisely.”
Carpenter wished them well and quickly made his way to the champs' side of town to carry out those final inspections so things could get underway.
Celia and Becky exchanged a nod when the bell sounded with the former heading to the middle of the ring while the latter stepped onto the apron and took hold of the tag rope. As for the challengers, Heather actually started toward the Red Menace only to pause when Dream put a hand on her shoulder. “I need to start this one, Heather.” the Ultimate Image told Crofton while keeping her dark eyes locked on Celia. “The doctor and I have a... complicated history.”
“I understand.” Heather replied. “But don't forget I'm here, I'm not afraid of Celia Blassenville.”
Lisa squeezed Crofton's shoulder, but otherwise remained silent before striding out to meet the Temptress.
“Hello Lisa.” Celia said to her one-time star patient as she closed in. “You're looking well. I must say white favors you more than I would have expect--” 'OOOOOOHHHH!' from the FAWNatics as Dream lashed out with a whip-crack Bitch Slap that put the Destroyer's head on a swivel.
“You're had that coming for a long time.” Lisa muttered as she shook the tingle from her palm. “After everything you did to me it makes me sick to my stomach to see what you've done to BeckHHHRRRGGHHH!”
Blassenville wasn't much for slapping so she stepped in and simply THWHAPPED a huge Forearm Smash against the former World Champion's chest! Dream's legs went wobbly as she spun away and dropped to one knee. “Spare me your self righteous indignation, Lisa.” Celia murmured. “We both know that if it wasn't for me you would still be rotting away in the back corridors of a forgotten psychiatric facility. The truth is it took a whole team of professionals, myself, Adelaide, even Sierra, the poor thing, to cure you of your delusions and you still have the unmitigated GALL to question my resNNGGGHH!”
Lisa stood up, whipped around and launched herself shoulder-first into the redhead's tummy! In the same instant she hooked her arms around Blassenville's upper thighs and took her to the deck with a Double Leg Takedown that landed more like a short-range Spear! Dream scrambled into a mount the instant she touched down, the lithesome brunette veteran gouging her knees into Celia's flanks so she could unleash years of pent-up frustrations in the form of punches to her foe's forehead!
“Hey, make her open those hands, Carpenter!” Clayton barked to the referee, who was in fact about to administer a warning. “Don't make me do it for you!”
Turned out neither Al or Becky had to assist the Crimson Cagliostro because Celia brought both legs up and locked around the brunette's waist in a snug Scissors! A single squeeze forced Dream to pause the assault and once that was accomplished Celia popped her hips to tumble Lisa back down onto her shoulders in an improvised Sunset Flip. Al was already close so he was down beside the action in a matter of heartbeats to count the...
ONE...
Dream somersaulted clear of the predicament and immediately rushed forward to drive the heel of her boot into Blassenville's forehead! Celia slumped but didn't topple so the Personification of Perfection turned around and sprinted into the ropes. Clayton shouted a warning as Dream made her return but all that really accomplished was ensuring Celia looked up before Lisa lashed out with a Penalty Kick that THWHACKED off the champion's chest!
PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMHtTQ43lGc
That knocked Blassenville flat so Dream ground to a halt and circled around in search of a cover only to change her mind when the redhead rolled over and pushed to all fours. Circling around so she was in front of the penitent powerhouse, Lisa hopped up and STAMPED down on Blassenville's fingers as hard as she could! Celia yelped and reared back with her elbows on her knees while she shook the aches out of her--THWHACK! Dream planted her left foot so she could lash out with the right, her Roundhouse smashing off the side of Blassenville's devilish dome!
STOMP & ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7iyO4ZFgDw
The strike knocked Celia back to all fours but it was only a moment before she started to rise. Understanding she had to keep the pressure on her former caregiver, Lisa slapped on a Front Facelock and delivered several heavy Overhand Forearm Smashes to Blassenville's back while driving a few Kneelifts into her tummy as well. Switching over to a Wristlock when she felt Celia was suitably softened, Lisa took a step back and slung the champion into the ropes with an Irish Wh-- the Temptress dug in her heels and reversed the momentum of the toss to send Lisa to the strands in her place. This wasn't entirely displeasing to the Luscious One, indeed Lisa increased her speed and rather than turn for a rebound she hopped onto the second strand and pushed off as hard as she could to shoot back the way she'd came with her right elbow raised like a dagger ready to plunge into Blassenville's black hear--“NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
Perfect technique or not, Lisa's elbow proved no match for Celia's Lariat when the champion rushed forward and THWHACKED the unsuspecting challenger across the back of the neck! Grace, speed and indeed perfection all departed in a single stroke as Lisa snapped forward and crumpled to the mat in a woozy sprawl with both arms cradled across the back of her aching skull. Above her, Blassenville took a moment to roll her shoulders and smooth down her hair, though she never took her eyes off the prone brunette. Hands on her hips as she placed a heavy boot between Dream's shoulders, Celia pushed down and said, “You always did have an overinflated view of your abilities, Lisa. At one time it held a certain charm. Now I just find it tiresome.”
Lisa offered no rebuttal save for a stunned groan so Blassenville stomped her out of general principle, then bent down and helped herself a a double handful of the challenger's hair. Alarmed by the brutal swiftness with which Celia turned the tables on her friend and mentor, Heather slapped the top turnbuckle with one hand and succeeded in raising a similar beat from the Dreamophiles, alas neither effort roused Lisa from her stupor before Blassenville traded in the hair-hold for a Wristlock of her own. Careful to point The Dream toward the Psy Ops half of the ring, the Mistress of Puppets sank into a deep crouch and slung Lisa into the strands.
No sudden reversals or acrobatic adjustments this time around, Lisa hit the ropes like a zombie and returned in equally desultory fashion. Indeed she could've been a woman out for a half-asleep jog for all the attention she paid when Celia lowered a shoulder and jabbed it into her midsection. Hands braced against the brunette's upper thighs, Blassenville rose to her full height but rather than toss Lisa over, Celia elected to shoot her straight into the overhead lights! Dream didn't actually disappear from view, in fact Blassenville went up on tiptoe and pressed one hand to the small of her back to ensure she didn't get too high, but the Ultimate Image still collected plenty of hang-time before Celia pushed down and sent her plummeting to the canvas with a resounding THAWHAM!
FREEFALL DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a823a9wXkwM
Lisa bounced to all fours much as Celia had, though this was more due to residual momentum than anything else. Crowded in on the former World Champion's left side, Celia hunkered down, grabbed hold of that wrist and threaded it between Lisa's stems so she could collect it in her right hand. From there she glommed onto Dream's left shoulder with her free hand and dead-lifted her burden from the mat to a vulnerable, tummy-down position across her right shoulder. Shifting her grips so one arm was strapped over Lisa's lower back while her other hand cupped the nape of the brunette's neck, Celia snapped forward and down to PLANT The Dream with a Pumphandle Slam so emphatic it made even Becky grimace.
PUMPHANDLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=prCQXh2pSIk
The Temptress was in perfect position for a cover, but she made no such effort. Instead she trained her attention on Heather Crofton and said, “Over the next few minutes you will see some things that will test your best efforts to remain a bystander. Regardless of what happens, I STRONGLY advise you to remain right where you are, Ms. Crofton. No good can come of it otherwise.”
The Girl From Grapevine meant to tell Blassenville where she could stick her threats but ultimately decided to cheer on Lisa when Celia turned away without so much as a second look. Scraping Lisa off the mat with a handful of hair, the Crimson Cagliostro traded the illegal grip for a perfectly acceptable Wristlock, one she used to hurl Dream into the Psy Ops corner. The BWUNG of Lisa's back striking buckles was still reaching the cheap seats when Blassenville rushed in and THWHUMPED a huge Clothesline across the brunette's chest! Bex helped herself to a tag in the aftermath of the Clothesline but rather than light into the woman who once handed her the most demoralizing loss of her career, she grabbed hold of Celia and led-shouldered her backward until they were most of the way to the opposite corner. No words passed between the rivals turned partners, Clayton simply stepped back and dropped her hips to send Blassenville back to the buckles where she CRUSHED Lisa against the corner with a huge Avalanche Splash!
Touching her lips to Lisa's ear even as she caught another Wristlock, Celia murmured, “Finally realizing you're a miserable human being does not forgive previous miserable behavior, Lisa. You've had this coming for a long time.” On that ominous not she Whipped Lisa toward Becky who exploded forward and brought her right leg up for a Big Boot that damned near took The Dream's head off! With the game now firmly in their favor, Blassenville slipped out onto the apron while Clayton covered the challenger in a Crossbody good for the...
CORNER AVALANCHE & BIG BOOT @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IY_I1RANv9s
With the Dreamophiles silenced and even Heather’s previously incessant support quieted, The Dream looked all but dead beneath the domineering stance of the Army of One. Clayton roused the FAWNatics out of their stupor with an otherwise stoic double-bicep pose, but it di nothing to stir the comatose Lisa.
Clayton placed an army boot atop the softly rolling chest of the redeemed Dream and Carpenter dropped to a knee for the easiest night’s work he’s ever had with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lisa resuscitated enough to wrap her palms around an ankle and shove away Becky’s haughty yet seemingly sufficient pin attempt.
Clayton’s lips curled in a smile.
“You don’t know how happy you just made me,” she informed. “I mean, you don’t know ANYTHING right now. But you will.”
Clayton dipped to sink a set of nails into Lisa’s scalp and yank Dream to her feet, Lisa’s lower limbs like rubber.
“You may get to decide how you find redemption for your other sins, but I decide how you get it for those against me.”
With the brunettes nose to chin, Clayton dipped and wrapped her sinewy guns around the pale midriff of the Ultimate Image. Squeezing tight, drawing a breathy gasp and pitiful squeak from Dream, Becky straightens to full height and Lisa was lifted to toe tips and beyond within the simple, powerful embrace of Celia’s Shock-and-Awe of a partner.
Becky crushed the air from Dream then moved to rib-snapping potential, Lisa’s face pinched in agony, the sleepiness of the Big Boot removed from her visage. Instead it showed breathless panic and unceasing pain that only increased when Clayton began swinging her slender dishrag of a foe from side to side, like a pit bull with a poodle.
Dream’s prying at Clayton’s flexing arms proved useless so she raised her wings rise to either side of Becky’s noggin, apparently in an attempt to ring Clayton’s ears, but the Military Muscle of Psy Ops gave Lisa’s comparatively flimsy frame a death rattle and the arms fell limp at Lisa’s sides.
With The Dream becoming little more than dead weight, Becky carried her flaccid foe to a neutral corner and placed Lisa in a slumped seat atop the uppermost buckle. Rotating ninety degrees, Becky pressed palms into Lisa’s chest and lower pelvis and proceeded to Military Press Dream high overhead. The crowd was unable to help themselves, releasing a simultaneous gasp as the Army of One shows her immense power. Striding to mid-ring as if without a care in the world, Becky turned to the hard cam and offered an example in superiority over the Ultimate Image. It becomes even harder to match as Clayton converted to a one-armed press for a moment before tossing Lisa out in front of her, the Dream Warrior THWAPPING face and chest-first against the canvas from an incredible height.
MILITARY PRESS: @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lcz2Hq6gUk
A demolished Dream slithered slowly on her belly toward the outstretched arm of a desperate Miss Mustang. Becky put an end to the travels with a boot stapled to the base of Dream’s spine. Clayton motioned to the baby-faced blonde.
“Believe me sweetheart. You don’t want in here.”
“Gimme a try,” Heather responded with a growl that’s more cute than threatening.
Clayton dipped and plunged a pair of claws into the napes on either side of Lisa’s Black Swan-like neck, pulling her up like a chew toy. With Dream vertical in front of her, Lisa’s back to the Army of One, Becky bore down with her signature E-Tool Shoulder Claws.
Heather pleaded about a choke but Al shook his head, well aware Clayton was digging her curled digits into the tenderized muscles on either side of a chokehold, sinking into the nerve bundle on either side. The Ultimate Image transformed into an image of frailty, eyelids cinched shut in agony, body spasming under the pressure.
Carpenter moved in front of The Dream and asked if the dark-haired grappler wanted to surrender. There’s no verbal response, but somehow Lisa’s raised her quivering arms, laced her fingers, and wrapped the cup behind Clayton’s cranium. Moving the crown of her head tight to Becky’s chin, Lisa dropped to her backside and BLASTED Clayton with a Jawbreaker when Dream’s ass came to a halt against the canvas.
The force of the impact sent Clayton staggering off in a 180 spin, clutching at her chin and flexing her jaw, looking equal parts angry and hurt.
For the seated Dream, a lifeline was thrown. She reached all fours and dove to the proffered palm of the Yellow Rose, slapping hands. As Lisa rolled out under, Crofton snatched the top rope and flung herself over.
Heather raced toward a turning Clayton and delivered a feisty Dropkick to Shock-and-Awe’s chest.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Becky’s not taken off her feet, though she was sent in a three-step backpedal to retain her balance. Becky shook her head at the risen Crofton but that didn't stop Heather from charging once more. Unfortunately, Clayton shifted her frame and easily scooped the Lone Star Girl off the deck like a feather. BUT that feather proved tough to contain within her grip, floating and flipping around Becky’s body until Heather SPIKED Clayton’s skull into the canvas with a Tornado DDT.
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/shorts/tOY7FIoHVfY
The crowd was on its feet as a slobberknocked Becky, dark eyes glazed, tried to flip through to her feet but tumbled to the canvas, ending on her side in a semiconscious state. With the FAWNatics roaring and Dr. Blassenville’s sphincter puckering from the look of her startled stare, Heather dove across the ‘nuked’ Army of One in a Lateral Press. She hooked a muscular leg as best she could for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Becky heaved a shoulder up, sending the diminutive blonde onto her haunches next to the detonated Destroyer.
With a groaning crowd in her ear, Crofton showed no disappointment. Instead, she backpedaled as the stalwart Clayton pushed to stooped feet. With her foe up, Crofton closed fast, spinning to place a Three Quarters Facelock on Becky’s braincase. With the hold tight, she raced toward the Dream Team corner with her cargo towed behind. There, she stairstepped up the buckles and back-flipped into her Texas Toast, landing on her knees as she again delivered Becky to the deck with a ring-rattling collision!
TEXAS TOAST @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoyDE-F5lO4
The impact bounced Becky to a seated position, her head and torso droopy, eyes clouded. Heather’s up and moving, hitting the ropes in front of the dazed soldier, now of fortune, and rebounding to NAIL the bigger brunette with a forceful Sliding Lariat.
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxtCzadrXDo
Flattening her powerful adversary to the canvas, Heather again secured a Crossbody pin, hooking the far leg and pressing tight to Clayton’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky pushed Heather off, Crofton using the momentum to spring to her feet. Hitting more shots on the Army of One and having her foe kick out SOONER seemed to flummox the blonde for an instant, but a call from a few feet behind the Lone Star Girl captured her attention.
Though still looking a drained Dream, Lisa called for entry and the far junior member of the Dream Team handed over the reins without a moment’s thought, promptly acceding to the wishes of the Ultimate Image.
“We've gotta finish this quick.” the Ultimate Image told Heather as she dipped through the strands. “Remember that thing we've been trying in training?”
“The shoulders thing?” Crofton asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, that.” Lisa was already storming toward the recovering brunette. “I'm gonna get her in place and then we're gonna field test it.”
Heather didn't bother to respond, she just gripped the tag rope in one hand and kept a sharp eye on the action as the former World Champion snatched a double handful of hair and dragged Bex into a Front Facelock.
“I'll apologize when you're not so, shall we say, crazy, Rebecca.” she told the Camouflage Crusher after she'd slung Clayton's near arm across her shoulders and walked-dragged her that much closer to the challengers' corner. “But first we must unwrap you from Celia's straitjacket.” On that righteous note she reached down with her free hand and hooked Becky behind her left knee to secure a tight cradle. Soon as it was set she dipped her knees and muscled Clayton off the canvas, Lisa showing off her strength as she twisted over and laid out to THAWHUNK the Peacemaker down on the back of her head and shoulders with Another Ode to Perfection!
ANOTHER ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxUhdHhPq3E
Bex sat up with glassy look in her eyes that told Heather her mentor should try for a cover, but The Dream only shoved her down flat before scrambling to her feet and making another tag. “You got this.” Lisa told the spirited ingenue as she positioned herself back against the turnbuckles and Crofton climbed into the high rent district. “Just like we practiced, only this time it'll make you a Tag Team Champion.”
Heather liked the sound of that, though there was a clear shadow of trepidation on her face as she hunkered down to let Lisa take hold of her wrists. Going up on her tiptoes shortly thereafter, the Girl From Grapevine sprang into a tumbling dive while The Dream yanked down on her wrists to put even more momentum behind Heather's hundred and twenty so pounds when she THWHAMMED down across Becky's fluttering chest! The combination Senton and Iconoclasm the challengers would soon dub the Lone Star Drop sent Becky shuddering onto one side but it was only a matter of heartbeats before Crofton pulled the champ back over and scooped her into a Back Press good for the...
LONE STAR DROP @ 3:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qccrVLJVBPg
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Clayton kicked out of her own accord though the tandem offense proved concern enough for Celia to slip through the ropes in case an assist was necessary. “Get back, Celia.” Dream warned the Temptress in case Al heading in her direction wasn't enough of a deterrent. Blassenville did, though she looked far from pleased as Carpenter escorted her back to the far corner.
In truth Heather didn't look too happy either, the look on her face suggesting she'd thought the big double team maneuver would keep Clayton down for good. Lisa saw the concern in her young partner's face and her own expression softened considerably. “Don't get discouraged, Heather. We've got her on the ropes, so hit her as hard as you can, then make another tag. You're not the only one who can fly off the top rope.”
Crofton nodded, the Texan's confidence restored by Lisa's faith in her skills. Treating herself to a healthy grip on the champ's braid, Heather muscled Becky into a Front Facelock and asked The Dream, “Since we're field testing stuff, you want to try that other thing we've been working on?”
“The Moonsault thing?”
“That's the one!”
“Absolutely.”
So Heather pounded half a dozen Kneelifts into Clayton's tummy and added just as many Overhand Forearm Smashes across her upper back to ensure the weakened Destroyer would remain suitably docile when she reached out and clapped Lisa back into the fray. Heading for the high rent district just as her partner had done, The Dream turned around to face the crowd, then sank into a crouch and looked over one shoulder while Crofton twisted 'round back to back with the Peacekeeper. Her grip on Clayton's chin meant the nape of the brunette's neck was wrenched awkwardly against the ball of Heather's right shoulder and things only got worse when the Personification of Perfection vaulted into the lights for a gorgeous Dreamysault that brought her THWHAMMING down atop Becky's chest! The impact was more than enough to smash Clayton and Crofton to the deck, meaning Heather's Neckbreaker detonated a whisper before Lisa hooked the far leg for...
DREAM STATE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XtJxR7RQpc
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Clayton reached out and grabbed hold of the bottom rope to keep possession of the gold for at least another three seconds! Dream grimaced but didn't complain, Rebecca wasn't a former World Champion on accident. Of course the same was true of herself and she didn't let the narrow escape lessen her resolve in the slightest. Rather than waste precious energy trying to scrape Clayton off the deck, Lisa took the champ by wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the middle of the squared circle. Landing pad set, she stomped on Bex's belly for good measure before sprinting to the ropes where she skipped onto the second stra-- Celia kicked the middle rope just as Dream came down, the unexpected shiver causing Lisa to drop into an awkward seat on the rubber-coated steel.
Holding onto the rope to maintain some semblance of balance, The Dream shook her head to clear it and-- “NNNGGGHHH!” A recently vertical Becky Clayton charged in like an onrushing doom and pounded a brutal Forearm Smash across the base of Lisa's skull! Dream's grip on the top rope fell away though she managed a one-handed grab before she could slop to the canvas. Unfortunately this new arrangement left her looking up at the lights in a particularly vulnerable position as the One Woman Army promptly demonstrated when she hopped onto the middle rope and bounced off just to drive a massive STOMP into the challenger's sternum!
ROPE HUNG STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCmtAzNS53Q
Baring her teeth in a ferocious smile as the back of Lisa's head slammed against the thinly-sheathed plywood, Clayton shifted her stompin' foot to the hollow of Dream's throat and pressed down until the Ultimate Image was thrashing and retching beneath her heel.
“Hey, she's choking her!” Heather shouted to Al over the alarmed jeers of the FAWNatics. Carpenter had already seen the infraction and was in fact in the midst of delivering a stern warning to the Camouflage Crusher. But it didn't seem to have much of an effect on Becky's brutal throttling so Crofton hurried through the ropes and--
“Get the FUCK back to your corner, brat!” Clayton roared loud enough to stop Heather dead in her tracks. “Unless you want all of my attention right fucking now.” Bex had in fact removed her foot from Lisa's neck to deliver her warning, so Crofton scowled and returned to the apron without further incident.
“I do believe a tag is an order, Rebecca.” Celia called to her fuming partner. “You've taken a great deal of punishment and I've got much to discuss with my recalcitrant former patient.”
Becky took a deep breath and made a few slight adjustments to her togs. “That's a good idea, doc. Lemme bundle up this trash and I'll be right there.”
A vindictive belly stomp forced Lisa to a breathless seat, meaning Clayton didn't have to bend down as far to haul her upright with a double handful of hair. Stuffing Lisa's head beneath her left arm as soon as she was upright, Bex tossed the beleaguered former World Champion's near arm across her shoulders, then took hold of Dream's diaphanous skirt and marched her toward Heather rather than Celia. Eyes locked on the Yellow Rose, Clayton yoked up on the Front Facelock and warned, “You think Blassenville and I are the biggest threats to your health, kiddo? You don't have a clue what this woman is capable of.”
Crofton shook her head defiantly. “She's changed. For the better. Just like you've changed for the worse.”
Clayton snorted in disgust. “Fine, be an idiot. But remember who warned you when she plants that knife in your back.” Heather held her tongue so Becky dipped her knees and muscled the smaller brunette overhead for a Vertical Suplex only to pivot toward the far corner so she could hurl Lisa three quarters of the way across the ring!
SUPLEX TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyYL2usuaHY
The Girl From Grapevine cringed along with the rest of the FAWNatics and her sympathy proved most costly as Bex whipped around on a dime and THWHACKED a Big Boot into the youngster's jaw! Heather tumbled from the apron like a puppet with cut strings, meaning Clayton was free to take her time stalking over to the crumpled sprawl of Lisa Dream.
“Feeling better?” Celia asked with a sardonic smile as Becky dragged Lisa into the champs' corner cavewoman-style.
“That was incredibly therapeutic, you have no idea.”
“Oh, I have some.” Blassenville replied after the tag was made. “Both of them are quite irritating, albeit for vastly different reasons. May I?” the Temptress swept a hand over the flattened fighter.
“Please, be my guest.”
Duly blessed, the Crimson Cagliostro plunged a hand into Lisa's hair and hauled her upright only to plow a Broadside Kneelift across that perfect tummy. Marching the gasping grappler back to the middle of the squared circle, Celia doubled her over and cinched both arms around Dream's waist in a snug Gutwrench. Without so much as a warning she gathered her strength and flipped Lisa up onto the point of her right shoulder. “That was some impressive teamwork displayed earlier, Lisa.” Celia halved her grip so she could grab the smaller wrestler's ankles and brace them against her upper thighs one after the other. “Perhaps you'd like to see some of what I've learned since we last met?” The Temptress didn't wait for an answer, rather she helped herself to Lisa's wrists and stretched her arms wide before craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanking down to make the Canadian Backbreaker all the more unbearable!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1yddmTziAg
The overturned Dream yelped in anguish, her former physician apparently having added a degree in chiropractic cruelty since the women last met. Blassenville continued her ‘adjustment’ while striding just out of arm’s length from the Yellow Rose, more teasing Heather than taunting her.
The redhead reserved the taunting for Dream, whispering not so sweet nothings in the ear of the anguished brunette while Carpenter used his outside voice to offer the redeemed Dream a way out via surrender.
Lisa didn't shout a ‘yes’, though neither did she emphatically indicate in the negative, biting her lower lip closed, dark eyes welling as Celia bounced the base of her spine up and down across the right shoulder until the ‘Please…Don’t…Tap’ chants faded away. Perhaps some Dreamophiles believed it might not be the worst option if they wanted to see the Ultimate Image in action again before the end of the year.
Deciding the slow but steady approach was no longer to her liking, the good doctor sat out with Lisa still stretched and the wail from Dream on the backbreaking collision could certainly be mistaken for the reaction to a snapped spinal column.
On the sidelines, Crofton looked exceedingly uncomfortable, the blonde gulping hard at the splayed Lisa, Dream arched in agony, reaching for the base of her backbone.
The Temptress didn't bother to cover. Instead she sat staring at the Lone Star Girl. Celia shrugged.
“The funny thing is. You’re going to wish you were strong enough to do that to her in a year.”
“People better stop trying to tell me what I’m gonna do and what I’m gonna feel,” Miss Mustang groused.
Blassenville pushed palms toward The Dream’s partner.
“Fair enough. I get this is something you need to learn through experience. But maybe I’ll just snap her vertebrae, so you don’t have to learn the same lesson as so many other women on this roster.”
Celia dipped and sent a set of talons into Dream’s scalp while wrapping the opposite palm around a wrist. She hauled Lisa to a rubbery vertical. Blassenville tossed the possessed arm across Lisa’s frame and pivots to a 45-degree angle with the Ultimate Image. Showing a fraction of her power, Blassenville prescribed more pain, sending Lisa HIGH into the air before DUMPING her foe to the deck with a Uranage that likely left a Dream-sized divot in the boards beneath the canvas.
URANAGE @ 1:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPj6-a6vY0A
With Dream spreadeagled and not noticeably conscious, Celia raised a balled fist, drawing jeers from the disappointed throng. She turned to the Psy Ops’ corner and offered a crisp salute to her compatriot. A beaming Becky returned the favor.
Blassenville returned her attention to a softly stirring Dream. She motioned Lisa Legend up for more and Dream struggled to hands and knees, her body unable to match her will.
“Wishing you were back in a padded cell, aren’t you dear?” Blassenville asks. “Alas, no.”
Celia ‘helped’ what’s left of Lisa up the rest of the way then surrounded the white leather and white skin of the Dream in a tight Bear Hug. Blassenville squeezed the stuffing out of the Ultimate Image then, like a ragdoll, tossed Dream up-n-over with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX @ 1:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gFPGQUeMCo&t=38s
The impact rattled Lisa’s spine, the momentum sending the brunette to a seated position, again Dream’s back curling into an aching arch from the abuse. The Temptress trudged after her patient-now-plaything, pie-facing Lisa in the back of the skull.
“Deep down in that twisted mind of yours,” Celia murmured, “you want me to destroy you.”
Blassenville’s palms wrapped around the back of Dream’s neck and the auburn-haired Destroyer lifted Lisa like she’s dealing with her foe under the moon’s lesser gravity. In fact, the lift might be a little too far, as a desperate Dream was able to STOMP her boot sole on the right toes of the Temptress when the Ultimate Image returns to earth.
Celia yipped in pain, her arms reflexively falling from around The Dream.
Knowing this might be a last opportunity, the Personification of Perfection raced to the ropes in front of her and rebounded out. The Dream spun as she approached the redhead, again using the good doctor’s cat-like reflexes against her, Blassenville catching Lisa in a Wheelbarrow grip the Dream turned into a ring-rattling DDT, SPIKING Celia’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
WHEELBARROW DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ia9TILDClqw
The massive collision sent Blassenville up to a comatose kneel before she flopped to her back. A spent Dream crawled to and dropped across her larger adversary for the…
ONE…
Dream was shoved off, barrel rolling twice around, ending only a couple steps from salvation.
Pushing to her knees, the Luscious One ‘walked’ to her eager apprentice and dove far enough to tickle the fingers of the Yellow Rose, the FAWNatics erupting.
Heather popped over the cables as if she’s on springs.
As she charged her foe, Crofton found Celia reaching an unsteady verticality, shaking off The Dream’s blow all too quickly. But the speed with which the ingenue spun and delivered a Texas-sized Stunner was blink-and-miss-it material. One who didn't was Big Red, whose jaw got rocked by the attack. Blassenville went sprawling to a seat against the nearby ropes , the cables keeping her partially upright.
It apparently suited the Girl from Grapevine who, glancing over a shoulder, saw Celia in a dazed state and tore off for the strands in front of the woman who certified Lisa for the madhouse when she was still in her senior year at Grapevine High. Barreling back to Blassenville at full speed, Heather threw her frame into Celia, genuinely ROCKING the doctor with a follow-up Running Crossbody.
STUNNER TO BASEMENT RUNNING CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hg5NTTKMrr4
Rising and snatching an ankle, Crofton pulled Celia away from the ropes and pounced atop her foe in a Lateral Press, optimistically hooking a muscular stem for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Temptress pushed Heather to her haunches and Crofton ran both sets of fingers through her golden mane, showing more than a hint of concern at the power both tag champions could call upon.
Perhaps showing a little frustration when Blassenville rose to a seat and winked at the flustered flaxen-haired fighter, Heather landed a Love Tap, a double-barreled overhand slap to the champ’s chest. The echo of contact and more specifically the burning sting removed the smirk from the auburn-haired MD.
From the sidelines, a fuming Clayton threatened the youngster with a reprisal.
“Little girl. You’re as insane as that psycho bitch you admire.”
“Maybe I am,” Heather growled adorably. What’s less adorable is a Soccer Kick to the mush that laid out Celia, leaving the Temptress staring blankly at the rafters.
Quickly scaling the nearest neutral corner, the Yellow Rose was ready to bloom from the top, lining up her ‘Don’t Mess With Texas’ 450, the Lone Star Girl went airborne to REALLY change the face of this title tilt into a David-and-Goliath story to be remembered.
DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJlgiClk4p4
Heather hit CLEAN, tanned tummy to tummy, the crowd exploding with excitement as abs crushed abs. Miss Mustang remained glued to the groaning Blassenville as Al dropped to a knee and slapped out the unimaginable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
With a tardy Becky only halfway through the ropes, Celia twitched a shoulder no more than a few inches off the canvas, no power trip on this kick-out.
Heather took a hopeful peek at Al but the man in stripes shook his head, raising but two fingers, drawing a heavy sigh from the Lone Star Girl.
Not entirely sure how to proceed against the reeling albeit still formidable Destroyer, Heather turned her attention to the Ultimate Image in case Lisa was ready for a tag, unfortunately the former World Champion was on knee with one hand massaging the small of her back. Her other hand was wrapped around the tag rope and Crofton knew Dream would enter if called upon, but the deep grimace on her face told Heather all she needed to know.
For the moment she was on her own.
Blue eyes steeling in time with her resolve, Heather Crofton hooked Celia by the shoulder-straps and lugged her upright before switching over to a Wristlock. Stuffing a shoulder into the redhead's sternum let Heather shove Blassenville back a couple of steps which let the challenger do the same, thus ensuring she had maximum stretch on Celia's arm when planted her feet and slung the Temptress toward a neutral corner with an Irish WhNO! Blassenville reached the end of her tether, dug in and reversed the momentum of the toss to send Heather racing at the buckles instead. Aside from a momentary flash of concern this development didn't seem to bother the Yellow Rose as she closed distance, indeed she was still moving at top speed when she caught hold of the top rope in both hands and hopped onto the middle rope. The thunder of approaching boots told her Blassenville was already close so the ingenue flicked her right leg back and THWHAPPED a sharp kick into Celia's midsection!
A quick check told her it'd only staggered the Mistress of Puppets so Heather reset her feet and launched up and out for what could've been a pretty nasty Mule Kick if she hadn't hooked her shins against Blassenville's shoulders instead. Ankles locked behind the redhead's noggin, Heather crunched up with all her strength to hurl Celia into a BWUNGING face-first collision with the second turnbuckle! Still anchored to the top rope while her knees ground against the champ's shoulders, Heather threw her head back with a giddy grin and bellowed, “LET'S FREAKIN' GO!”
HEADSCISSORS DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7rd74zCr1M
Everyone save Bex (and presumably Celia) agreed that this was a most excellent idea and so they lent their full support to the Girl From Grapevine as she raced to center ring and immediately circled back the way she'd came, all the better to put every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds into the Dropkick she THWHUMPED between Blassenville's shoulders! Celia's head smashed against the roughly-padded steel and then she was slopping backward, the once domineering powerhouse looking more like a discarded marionette as she tumbled through a slow motion somersault that brought her to rest on her stomach.
“You've got this, Heather!” a rejuvenated Lisa shouted to the blonde from her corner. “Go for the cover, I'll keep an eye on Rebecca!”
Heather didn't have to be told twice, she was already circling around to Celia's left to go for the-- a rumble of distress from those assembled when the Crimson Cagliostro planted her hands and slowly rose to one knee. “Are you KIDDING ME? Crofton couldn't help but gape as Blassenville continued to rise. “Just how many kitchen sinks do I have to throw at you?”
“Ahhh... all of them, Ms. Crofton.” the Temptress rasped. “Along with however many Lisa is able to loan--”
The Lone Star Girl drew back for a Super Kick that caused Celia to raise a high guard which would've been much more effective if Crofton hadn't switched targets and THWHACKED her opponent in the pit of the stomach instead! Blassenville doubled over and damned if she didn't stay that way, thus ensuring Heather had enough time to back up, then rush in, the determined little blonde drawing Celia into a Standing Headscissors even as she wrapped her arms around that strong waist. A roar of incredulous joy from the March to War throng when Heather dipped her knees and shot into the air, her torque straightening Celia up only to flip her end over end courtesy the Dallas Destroy—OH NO!
The champ wrapped her arms around Crofton's thighs and hunched forward to stall Heather's momentum when she was hung upside down draped against Celia's back. Freeing her left arm a moment later, Blassenville reached back, grabbed the base of Heather's skull and cradled it tight against her hip. Gaze falling on an understandably concerned Lisa Dream, the Temptress growled, “This is on you, old friend.” With that she turned around, took three giant steps toward the Psy Ops corner, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to THWHUNK the base of Crofton's neck against her posted left thigh!
A.R.C. NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=elKbLhi4cso
Heather hit the deck like a sack of mail in perfect position for the cover, but Celia ignored her in favor of trudging to Becky Clayton who accepted the tag without a word. The Peacekeeper hopped over the top rope and went to Heather like a woman with serious business on her mind. A double handful of hair scraped Crofton off the mat and confirmed she'd stay on her feet before the former World Champion switched over to a Wristlock. “I warned you what would happen if you had my full attention.” she murmured in the Texan's ear. “Take this moment and learn from it.” Clayton stepped back, lowered a shoulder and reeled Heather in just to catch the blonde in a quick Gutwrench and spin her up onto the ball of her right shoulder before dropping forward and down to THWHAM the Yellow Rose against the deck with a massive Tilt-A-Whirl Powerslam!
TILT-A-WHIRL POWERSLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI7FHrHe6YE
Crofton bounced to a seat after that ring-rattling impact but she didn't flop out on her back and Bex didn't force her down. Instead the Camouflage Crusher got to her feet and Bex backpedaled into the corner to Crofton's left where quickly removed the pad from her right elbow. “GET OUT OF THERE, HEATHER!” Lisa shouted with the urgency of perfection under a great strain. “ROLL TO THE ROPES, YOU'VE GOT TO GET--”
The Dream cringed along with the rest of the FAWNatics when Clayton exploded forward, shot in low and SMASHED the bony dagger into Heather's left cheek! The Texan's head snapped to one side and the rest of her immediately followed, Heather slopping to the canvas in a discombobulated heap. Now Clayton did go for a cover, the turncoat brunette sliding into an aggressive Crossbody even as she hooked the far leg and glared a hole through Lisa for the...
MOAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gFYUl1n_js
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Heather didn't kick out, Lisa sprang onto the top rope and dove down like an avenging angel to THWHUMP a huge Double Axehandle to Clayton's upper back with half a heartbeat to spare!
Al was right there to protest the intrusion however his gawky rules of order were nothing when held to the Wrath of the Flawless One and he could only coax and cajole as Lisa battered Becky with a fusillade of fists as the Destroyer struggled to her feet. Clayton actually made it upright after a few more seconds but a Kneelift and doubled her right back over and a Front Facelock secured the brunette for-- Becky wrapped her arms around Dream's waist, then spun around and charged her into the Psy-Ops corner with a heavy Shoulderblock!
Celia made a quick tag, yet aside from a single quick Forearm Smash to the back of the head, she paid Lisa no mind before reentering the field. “Keep the narcissist under control if you would be so kind, Rebecca.” Blassenville spoke to Clayton, but her eyes were trained on Heather. “It's time she finally understood the consequences of her boundless arrogance.”
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Dream bellowed as she struggled to get around Becky's encroaching shoulder. “IT'S ME YOU WANT SO NNNNGGGHHH!”
Bex straightened up and SLAMMED a vile Kneelift between the challenger's thighs! “That's where you're wrong, Lis.” the One Woman Army swung around behind the knock-kneed brunette and boosted herself into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “Your case is closed, far as the Doc is concerned. Me though? I'm more than happy to make your life miserable.”
To prove this claim she looped an arm around Lisa's neck, then palmed the back of her head with her other hand and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back to hoist The Dream off her feet with a nasty Sleeper! Using the turnbuckles for leverage technically made it illegal, yet neither woman was legal so Al let it slide after a few desultory warnings went unheeded.
As for Celia, she peeled Heather off the mat, then turned around so her back was to the wobbly Texan. From there she reached back, seized Crofton by the biceps and hoisted her up so that Heather's tummy was snug against the back of her head. To the move nerds in attendance it looked quite a bit like the set-up for Clayton's SNAFU, but where the Peacekeeper tossed up, Blassenville charged forward and laid out on her belly while simultaneously tossing Heather down so that she THWHUNKED high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! Obliterated by the callous effects of The Monster Study, Crofton tumbled over onto one side and did little more than twitch when Celia muscled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for...
THE MONSTER STUDY @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGlHTY1HEEI
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Blassenville released Heather's captured stem and got to her feet while Becky released the suffocating Sleeper with a flourish that meant Lisa one one knee retching as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
“Experiment's over, Lisa.” Blassenville told her former patient as she accepted her leather and gold a short distance from the vulnerable Texan. “You can stop pretending now, it's not like the poor girl is conscious to register your abandon--” Celia fell silent as the Ultimate Image trudged forward and defiantly placed herself between The Temptress and the Girl From Grapevine.
“Try anything and I'll ruin you, Celia.” she murmured. “Don't test me.”
Behind her, Becky Clayton closed in with the faceplate of her belt aimed at the back of Dream's skull, but she stopped when the Mistress of Puppets raised a hand. “Altruism at a time like this?” she stared at Lisa with a look of genuine intrigue on her face. “Could it be you've actually deluded yourself into believing you're a good person? Perhaps there IS more to learn from you. But it won't be today. And it won't be with that poor girl by your side, not if you're half the woman you proclaim to be.”
“I don't give a shit if you're lying or not.” Clayton admitted as she circled around to stand beside Celia. “Beating on the kid? That's just business. Beating on you? That's a pleasure like no other.”
Lisa growled, rolled her shoulders in case Psy Ops wasn't quite ready to leave. “You'll have nothing at my expense, either of you.” she warned. “And if you strike Heather to get at me, you won't live long enough to regret it.”
Clayton snorted, draped her belt over one shoulder. “Don't threaten me with a good time, bitch. We're not close to even.” She turned away an exited the ring, leaving Lisa staring down the Mistress of Puppets.
“You are a curious case, Lisa. For the sake of conversation, let's say I believe you. That you've... been reborn... so to speak, and this isn't all a long con designed to ruin young Ms. Crofton for your own gain. If you DO care what becomes of her, do everything in your considerable persuasive power to keep her away from Rebecca and myself. Pursuing this line of study... it will not end well for her. Or you.”
Lisa didn't respond because a soft groan from Heather drew her attention to the prone blonde. She dropped to one knee and Blassenville stepped back in anticipation of a surprise attack but the Temptress might as well have been on the moon for all the attention Lisa paid her.
“Curiouser and curiouser.” Celia turned and followed her partner out of the ring, leaving Lisa to help bring Heather back to the waking world with the assistance of a whole arena full of concerned FAWNatics.