Post by hawkeye on Aug 6, 2023 18:09:37 GMT
As the arena darkens, neon lights begin to flash, casting an eerie glow over the excited crowd. The sound of a playful tune fills the air, and suddenly, a spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp.
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts starts blasting from the speakers and lights flicker in a myriad of colors through the arena, creating a chaotic atmosphere.
"Introducing next, from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Looney Lass, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
The Mistress of Madness returns to the arena, her hair cut down to shoulder length with a new red and black one-piece revealing her obliques, completed with black boots and padding. Mayhem howls as she swings her best friend "Batsy" in the air before resting on her shoulders.
MADDY MAYHEM
"Miss me?" Maddy asks with a smirk before strutting confidently down the ramp, her demeanor and motions exuding mischief. While half of the crowd boos the unstable heel right out of the curtains, there were many who truly missed the absence of Mayhem.
"I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder, huh? Love ya, too!" Maddy blows flying kisses to the crowd before sliding into the ring. The Mistress of Madness immediately gets up and brandishes Batsy at the officials in a threatening manner, scaring him off the ring.
"HAH! Coward!" Maddy snarks before hopping onto the second ropes, blowing kisses into the crowd with an audible "MUAH!"
As the FAWNatics calculate what the return of one of the unruliest figures in the organization means to the roster, a vaguely familiar line bursts through the arena’s speakers…
All we want is to feel that feeling again
WILD BEASTS-MECCA www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ew4GNsM5Cc
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bright, Victoria, Australia, standing five feet and four inches of height and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds…she is the Chaos Emerald…LYRA FAULK!”
The fact yet another unpredictable Aussie is back in Orlando doubles down on the shock value running through the system of every FAWNatic.
The former member of FIC, having long been gone and making hay in her home country Down Under, appears at the top of the ramp. The sedate and eerie entrance music guides the high-flying Mensa member to center stage.
LYRA FAULK
Faulk sways slightly. Her eyes close as her chosen anthem’s introduction draws to a close.
WE MOVE IN FEAR
WE MOVE IN DESIRE
Drums kick in all at once, Lyra jerking to the side like a marionette, eyes still firmly closed.
And now she was off, dancing and whirling in a wild balletic rain dance which took her on a winding path down the ramp through pools of emerald lights dotting her way.
Lyra wears her customary black sneakers, sequined green hotpants and sheer long-sleeved green mesh top, with a lacy black bra clearly visible through the netting.
Her brunette locks are loose, already wildly tousled from the dancing. Over her still-closed right eye are drawn two chevrons in fluorescent pink and green.
As the music reaches another crescendo, her movements suddenly still again, eyes snapping open as she sets off on a shockingly quick dead sprint up to the ring. She slides under the ropes, coming to a stop in the center of the ring, grin spreading across her face.
Grabbing the announcer’s microphone, she draws it to her lips.
“Did ya miss me?! A little birdie told me my Sheila mate was going to be bringing her mayhem back to the ring and what’s mayhem without a little chaos?”
Lyra tosses the stick several rows back, turns her smile to her opponent and waves happily at Maddy before retreating into her corner as her music fades, apparently ready for action.
Maddy greets Lyra with an enthusiastic smile and wave, but her expression quickly transforms into a scornful glare as Lyra turns around. Her facial expressions change depending on whether Lyra is looking at her or not.
The bell clangs, signaling the start of the match and both wrestlers swiftly move to the center of the ring. Lyra and Maddy circle each other briefly before engaging in a fierce lock-up, vying for control.
Faulk gains the upper hand by trapping Maddy in a tight Side Headlock!
"ARGHH!!!" The blonde grimaces in discomfort but refuses to give up, quickly attempting to drag Faulk towards the ropes to break free. However, Lyra maintains a firm grip, overpowering Maddy and forcefully brings her down to the canvas. Maddy exhibits patience as she gradually unravels the hold, skillfully transitioning into a Hammerlock, positioning herself behind Lyra.
With Lyra's arm neatly folded behind her back, Maddy secures it with her shoulder, while cradling the back of Lyra's thigh. Demonstrating her strength, Maddy lifts Lyra up, executing a powerful back suplex that intensifies the impact by leveraging her own bodyweight, crushing Lyra's folded arm.
"ARGH!!!" Lyra rolls to her side and clutches her arm, but Maddy quickly pushes both her shoulders to the canvas and pins her for the...
ONE!
Lyra kicks out, displaying resilience as she shakes off the pain in her arm. The Mistress of Madness seizes a handful of the brunette's hair, forcefully hauling her back up to her feet.
Leaning in close to Lyra's ear, Maddy whispers with an ominous tone, "We don't want you back..."
With a surge of aggression, the blonde pushes Lyra towards the ropes and delivers a powerful whip across the ring. Maddy charges forward, aiming for a decisive clothesline in the center of the ring. However, her attempt falls short as Lyra narrowly evades the blow! Taking advantage of the situation, Lyra rebounds off the ropes and launches herself towards Maddy, connecting with a forceful dropkick that sends the blonde wrestler tumbling to the mat.
Maddy desperately clings to the ropes, using them as leverage to regain her footing. But before she can fully regain her balance, Lyra strikes back with a powerful clothesline that propels Maddy out of the ring, leaving her sprawled on the floor outside the ropes.
The Chaos Emerald, amidst the roaring crowd, ignites their excitement with a radiant smile and a raised arm before joining the determined blonde outside the ring. The brunette seizes Maddy and forcefully slams her head into the ring apron, causing Maddy to stagger along the perimeter of the ring. Capitalizing on a woozy Maddy, Lyra grabs hold of Maddy's wrist, intending to whip her towards the steel ring steps. However, Maddy reverses the momentum, swiftly turning the tables on Lyra's plan and sends her crashing into the ring steps instead!
"OOOHHH" Maddy shakes her head clear, "As if I do not have enough screws loose in my head!" The Mistress of Madness remarks as she picks up the hurt Faulk and shoves her under the ropes. Lyra struggles to her, feet but Maddy swiftly drives her shoulder into the left knee pit of Lyra, effectively taking her down to the mat.
Chop Block (https://youtu.be/5Q8l-AGdlRU)
"ARGHH!!!" Lyra clutches her left knee, wincing in excruciating pain as she groans on the mat. However, Maddy shows no mercy, refusing to grant her opponent any respite. The Mistress of Madness promptly pulls Lyra back up, trapping her in a tight front facelock. Skillfully cradling Lyra's left leg, Maddy hoists her overhead and executes a picture-perfect Fisherman Suplex. The impact of the suplex reverberates through the ring as Lyra's body slams against the canvas, leaving her vulnerable for a potential pinfall. Maddy keeps Lyra's left leg secured and tips her toes for the cover, eager to secure a victory.
Fisherman Suplex (https://youtu.be/4M7MVDVaEBw)
ONE!
TWO!
The brunette kicks loose before the official’s palm can connect with the canvas a third time.
Lyra creates some space from her fellow Aussie, grasping at her throbbing left leg as she rolls away a few steps. Faulk uses the cables to pull to vertical and hobbles alongside, dazzlingly blue eyes half-lidded from the pain.
Placing nearly all her weight on her right leg to compensate, Faulk’s sent flopping to the canvas when a smirking Mayhem approaches from her six and kicks her foe’s “good leg” out from under her, Lyra landing hard on her spine. Wincing, Faulk rolls out underneath, making lemonade out of lemons for a little time out.
The brunette limps down the length of the ring as Maddy follows above, stalking her prey’s steps.
“You’re embarrassing the country, mate,” Maddy scolds. “Get your scrawny ass back in here.”
Lyra’s more interested in working her left leg into working order. Maybe a little too interested as she’s not ready when Maddy creates more of her namesake mayhem. Grabbing the top rope, the wild-eyed blonde flings herself over, plummeting in a crossbody splash across the pale brunette, Lyra’s legs giving way.
Atop the collapsed Faulk, Mayhem moves to a forward-facing straddle of her adversary’s waist. No high IQ is going to save Lyra from a wild frantic assault from the hardbody, Maddy pounding away with both firsts, swinging with a fury uncontained, or at least until the referee’s count grows closer to ‘TEN’.
The Mistress of Mayhem dismounts and rolls under the ropes only to reverse course, having set the clock back to zero. Maddy sinks her nails into the long dark locks of her countrywoman and pull the smaller wrestler to her feet. Mayhem nearly takes Faulk off them with a windmill of a European Uppercut under her foe’s chin. Lyra’s braincase snaps back and she staggers in a wonky backpedal to the steel barricade, throwing her arms sideways to keep herself partially elevated.
Maddy moves in and presses tight.
“I’m sending you back postage due, luv,” Mayhem whispers in her adversary’s ear.
The psycho dips and scoops Lyra onto her right shoulder, ready for slamming to the thinly-padded concrete. But as she moves forward for the deposit, Lyra sneaks out the backside, dropping behind a startled Maddy. There isn’t a lot of strength behind her shove, but Faulk finds enough to send Mayhem barreling into the steel ring steps. Maddy CLANKS her right shoulder into the metal, knocking the upper portion of the structure free from its base and perhaps the nutcase’s shoulder out of its socket.
Knowing if she doesn’t regain her wheels, she has little chance to win, Lyra chooses to roll back in the legal confines and begins massaging the knee Mayhem tried to rupture. Faulk flexes, putting more weight on it as a grimacingMaddy pulls herself from the wreckage.
The Wrecking Crew chief stares daggers at her fellow Aussie, then dives back into play, scrambling to her feet as a recovered Lyra hits the cables behind her and sprints to reach a rising Maddy. The acrobatic brunette leaps with legs extended, closing the limbs around Mayhem’s noggin.
Faulk flips out of her momentary scissors, delivering a tossing Maddy to the deck with a spectacular hurricarana.
Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgaksCiPel0&t=16s ) :06
Mayhem’s eyes show confusion as she struggles to her feet, using the impetus of the aerial somersault to reach her feet, even as she raggedly turns to find Lyra waiting. Faulk hooks opposite elbows with Maddy and sends her foe flying then tumbling across the canvas with an armdrag.
Steaming, Maddy scrambles to her boot soles again only to find herself in a tight embrace when she spins to find Faulk, then is airborne courtesy a belly-belly suplex, the bigger blonde heaved into a front flip, landing HARD against her backbone.
Belly-to-belly Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gFPGQUeMCo&t=99s )
This time Miss Mayhem stays grounded, arching in pain as she reaches to her lower vertebrae, trying to work out several kinks.
Faulk kips to her feet, gives the blonde a stomp to keep her glued to the canvas, then sprints to the strands. The Mastermind Matilda throws her ivory-skinned body into a forward roll, popping out of it beside the sprawled Maddy, and leaping into a graceful senton that completes Lyra’s Rolling Thunder From Down Under across the open midriff of Mayhem.
Rolling Thunder ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pRLmYuWvkk ) :09
Faulk ends in a back press across a moaning Maddy’s chest. She hooks a leg for good measure, folding Mayhem into a matchbook pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The blonde kicks out and rolls to her side at 'Two'!
Lyra grabs a handful of blonde locks and pulls Maddy back to her feet. Relentless in her assault, Lyra denies Maddy any chance to recover. Faulk propels the shorter blonde towards the ropes, executing a powerful whip, sending Maddy hurtling across the ring. As Maddy rebounds off the ropes and heads back towards Lyra, the brunette swiftly hooks her opponent by the arm, utilizing her foe’s momentum against her, forcefully tossing Maddy into the thinly-padded ring.
"ARGH!" Maddy's grunt fills the air as she grimaces, arching her back while fighting to regain her footing. However, before she can fully recover, the Chaos Emerald snatches Maddy's arm and delivers a swift wrench, adding to her discomfort. Faulk takes advantage of Maddy's vulnerable position, expertly folding Maddy's trapped arm behind her back.
With precision and speed, Faulk secures a tight front facelock, firmly gripping Maddy's head. The crowd watches in anticipation as Faulk executes a devastating Hammerlock DDT, driving Maddy's head forcefully into the canvas!
Maddy's body crumples, collapsing onto the canvas in a spreadeagle position. Lyra swiftly moves in, hooking Maddy's leg for the cover, initiating the pinfall attempt.
Hammerlock DDT (https://youtu.be/QfSpynC5YcY)
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
Maddy forcefully bucks out of the cover, breaking free from Lyra's hold and preventing the referee from reaching the three-count.
Despite her woozy state, a faint smile manages to creep across Maddy's face as she musters her strength and pushes herself up onto all fours. Undaunted by the faint smile, Lyra seizes Maddy by her blonde locks, forcefully lifting her back up. Faulk continues to unleash her offense, unrelenting in her pursuit of victory.
With a shove, she sends Maddy crashing into the corner, positioning herself in the opposing corner to create distance. As Lyra charges across the ring, ready to deliver another punishing blow, Maddy manages to recover just in time. She counters by tripping Lyra with a Drop Toe Hold, causing Lyra's face to collide with the second turnbuckle. Lyra instinctively clutches her face in pain, creating a momentary opening for Maddy to catch her breath and regroup. Maddy swiftly moves towards the ropes, guiding Faulk's head to the second ropes, letting it hang as she exits onto the apron and climbs to the top rope.
"You ready for this? Bitch!" With precision and power, she propels herself off the turnbuckle, bringing her leg crashing down onto the back of Lyra's head and neck. The impact of the move, aided by the rubber-coated steel, exerts immense pressure on Lyra's throat.
Maddy gracefully lands on both feet outside the ring, displaying a combination of athleticism and a ruthless demeanor. Ignoring the disapproval of the crowd, she snorts in laughter. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Lyra struggles to recover, gasping for breath and feeling the effects of the crushing blow to her throat.
Maddy swiftly slides back into the ring and covers Lyra for the....
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Lyra kicks out at a clean 'TWO' denying Maddy the victory she had hoped for. The crowd erupts with anticipation and excitement, impressed by Lyra's determination to stay in the match.
Frustration seeps into Maddy's expression as she turns her attention towards the referee, questioning the accuracy of the count. "Oh come on! That was a three count!" Maddy protests, voicing her discontent with the officiating. After reluctantly accepting the decision, Maddy returned to work on the brunette's leg. Capturing Lyra's left leg, Mayhem pulls it into the air before smashing Faulk's left knee into the ring. The Mistress of Madness repeats the punishment twice, before hanging Faulk's leg across her shoulders and neck and bending it at an angle a human knee isn't supposed to!
Stretch Muffler (https://youtu.be/N1oOrv-BlEM)
Maddy pushes herself back to a standing position, adding more pressure to the hold, as well as giving her the mobility to stomp on Lyra's head!
"No! No way!" Lyra vehemently shakes her head, letting out a piercing scream of pain as she fights through the agony. With sheer determination, she manages to crawl and drag herself towards the ropes, reaching out desperately. Maddy, forced to adhere to the rules by the referee's five count, begrudgingly releases the hold upon the referee's instruction.
As soon as Maddy relinquishes the hold, Lyra seizes the opportunity to roll out of the ring, seeking respite and a chance to recover from the punishing submission in the ringside sanctuary.
Faulk limps around the outside, trying to shake off the ache in her left lower limb.
Miss Mayhem’s qualities do not include patience. The blonde slips under the ropes around a corner from the recovering Faulk. Using stealth as another of her weapons, she sneaks from Lyra’s six and sends a sweeping kick to the back of Faulk’s knee.
Lyra crashes to the lightly padded concrete, slamming down on her spine. The brunette grasps at her backbone with one hand and the rear of her throbbing leg with the other.
“I’m the only one who gets to decide who leaves Crazytown,” Maddy informs.
She sinks her nails into Lyra’s scalp and yanks her fellow Aussie to her feet. Face to pained face, Mayhem rears back and NAILS a headbutt between the sparkling blue eyes of the Chaos Emerald, leaving them glazed as Lyra wobbles into semi-awareness.
“What’s your high IQ getting you now, mate?” Miss Mayhem asks with a chuckle.
She draws Lyra’s noggin back and leads her to the ring steps, ready to bang Faulk’s forehead into the unforgiving steel. But Faulk gets her right boot up, placing it atop the metal as a brake. Lyra throws an elbow, catching the blonde in the chin and freeing her from the Wrecking Crew member. Faulk sends her digits into Maddy’s shoulder-length golden locks and treats Mayhem to a taste of steel, thrusting Maddy’s skull into the steps.
Mayhem’s braincase rebounds with a sickening CLANK. She spins away from the impact, falling to her haunches in a daze.
Noticing the growing count from the official, Lyra grabs spandex at Maddy’s shoulder and hip and pulls the blonde to her feet before throwing her back in the squared circle to beat the ‘ten’. Still with a hitch in her giddy-up, Lyra grimaces as she rolls under to join her countrywoman.
Neither woman is looking spry and they’re slow to rise. Maddy is first off the mark with a forearm shiver to the chest, but after Faulk absorbs the blow, the brunette comes back with one of her own. The process repeats several times, the crowd not sure who to cheer, though Faulk slowly get more of the support.
Maddy finally ends the ‘conversation’ with a European Uppercut that snaps Lyra’s head back, Faulk backpedaling to the ropes. Miss Mayhem then THUMPS the brunette with a clothesline across the clavicle that sends Lyra flipping over the cables. Faulk lands on the apron and somehow holds on with an outstretched hand.
Seeing her adversary’s predicament, Mayhem races to the opposite cables and rebounds at full speed toward Faulk. But Lyra has another surprise up her genius sleeve. Grabbing the middle strand with both hands, using the cable as a slingshot, she vaults herself back into the ring and into a charging Maddy, knocking the lunatic off her feet with a spear.
Slingshot Spear ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFtwBZOGExY ) :44
Lyra grabs a leg and rolls into a back press, the ref ready to make the count for…
ONE…
TWO…
…NO! Maddy pushes free, drawing a groan of disappointment from the crowd.
Lyra also shows a hint of annoyance, apparently believing that level of impact could have got her the win. Faulk rises and gives Mayhem a stomp to taut belly as punishment, then moves to the nearest buckles where she nimbly climbs to the top and turns to face her opponent.
Showing she has more than brains, Lyra stands high, eliciting a growing number of cheers from the FAWNatics. She takes flight, spinning like a dervish toward her infamous Entropy 630 senton that would remove the rest of the fight from Miss Mayhem.
However, Maddy’s not so crazy as to remain under the plummeting Aussie, rolling clear and letting Lyra crash and burn, SLAMMING her spinal column against the empty canvas.
Entropy ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce3owZ3_29M )
As Faulk spasms like she’s received 10,000 volts through her system, a weary Mayhem uses the cables to pull herself to vertical.
“Who’s the smart one?” the Crew member asks no one in particular.
Maddy plucks the brunette off the deck, bullies Faulk to the same corner from which she’d flown and scoops her to a seat on the top buckle, arms beneath Lyra’s thighs. As the Chaos Emerald wobbles in place, Maddy climbs beside her foe. On the middle ropes next to her, Miss Mayhem forces Faulk to a stance on the top buckle, then joins her in the penthouse.
Stationed precariously, Maddy pulls Lyra into a front facelock and throws a limp arm of Faulk across the back of her neck. The crowd is silent in morbid fascination as they watch the fevered mind of Mayhem at work and Maddy completes her violent task, SUPERPLEXING Faulk to the canvas from the heights, the BANG of the impact echoing through the arena.
Lyra arches in anguish and Maddy takes a healthy portion of the landing herself. Yet, the blonde smiles, if wearily, as she sits up and takes in the damage she’s created.
The pain in Lyra’s features apparently feeding her, Maddy pushes to her feet and snatches Faulk’s right leg, then folds it across her heavily damaged left while posting both around one of her own stems, locking Lyra’s in place.
Aware of what Maddy has in mind, Lyra starts her pleading early, but the cries gain in intensity when Maddy spins and drops to the canvas, turning Faulk to her chest, securing an anguish-inducing Indian Deathlock. Maddy presses a boot sole against Lyra’s folded limb to increase the pressure exponentially and Lyra screams in torment.
Indian Deathlock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZ_luE1Iqek )
“Say it, bytch,” Mayhem shouts. “And I might let you keep a career.”
A yelping Faulk shakes her head, digging her nails into the canvas to try and reach the ropes and save herself.
The Lunatic continues to exert pressure, trying to force Lyra into a potential submission. Lyra struggles fiercely within Maddy's hold, showing incredible resilience as she hovers her hand over the canvas, seemingly on the brink of tapping out. However, with a determined shake of her head, Lyra refuses to give in, clenching her fist in defiance.
Summoning her inner strength, Lyra pushes forward, using her forearms and elbows to inch closer and closer to the bottom rope. The crowd watches in amazement as she fights her way out of the submission attempt. Finally, Lyra's fingers manage to grab hold of the bottom rope tightly, and she calls for the break. The referee immediately intervenes, instructing Maddy to release the hold. Reluctantly, Maddy complies, but only after the referee starts the count, pushing the boundaries of the rules to gain an advantage.
As soon as Maddy releases the hold, Lyra attempts to make a quick escape from the ring to gain some distance and recover. However, the Mistress of Madness is relentless in her pursuit, denying Lyra the opportunity to retreat. Maddy grabs hold of Lyra, dragging her back to the center of the ring. Maddy tries to re-apply the hold, but Lyra spins around and manages to break free from Maddy's grasp and create some separation between them with a powerful boot to Maddy's face. The impact staggers Maddy, sending her stumbling backward, and creating a much-needed opening for Lyra.
Lyra manages to get back on her feet, though she appears somewhat unsteady due to her compromised leg. As Maddy charges at her with a clothesline, Lyra displays her quick reflexes by ducking under the attacking arm, evading the blow. Both wrestlers swiftly reset themselves, facing each other once again, ready for the next exchange. Lyra springs into action and dazes the blonde with several forearm shots to the head. As Lyra seeks to put Maddy into the canvas with a discus elbow, The Looney Lass surprises Lyra with a skull-breaking headbutt. The forceful impact causes Lyra to stagger backward, before dropping to one knee.
"Sometimes you gotta use ya head!" Maddy chirps as she proceeds to pull the dazed brunette back to her feet. The red-and-black clad Maddy catches the brunette in a double underhook, setting up for what appears to be a double-arm DDT—a devastating maneuver that could spell trouble for Lyra. However, just as it seems Maddy has the upper hand, Lyra defies expectations and spins out of the hold, slipping free from Maddy's grasp. Lyra jumps into the air and executes a breathtaking cutter, catching Maddy off-guard and driving her face-first into the canvas.
Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFElmSV87pg&ab_channel=Quyth)
Maddy flops onto her back upon impact but Lyra can't capitalize on the advantage she gained. The opportunity to secure a pinfall is momentarily missed as Lyra struggles to recover and catch her breath. As the ref starts the count, Maddy and Lyra, summon their inner strength and determination to rise to all fours. They come face-to-face, their eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. With the energy of the crowd echoing around them, they begin trading forearms, each blow eliciting a resounding response from the audience.
As they rise to their feet, the fierce exchange of forearms continues between Maddy and Lyra, but it becomes apparent that Maddy is on the losing end after being on the receiving end of successive forearms. Each blow lands with precision and force, finding their mark on Maddy's exhausted form. Sensing an opening in the midst of the fierce forearm exchange, Lyra makes her way towards the ropes, as she looks to gain momentum and deliver a powerful blow to Maddy. To her surprise, Maddy trails behind her and sends a knee into her gut, sending Lyra flipping inside out with a Kitchen Sink!
Kitchen Sink (https://youtu.be/B5hr2iKwbw4)
Lyra clutches her stomach and gasps in pain. Maddy quickly covers for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!!
"Oh, You gotta be kidding me!" Mayhem slaps the canvas in frustration and glares at the ref. "I swear! I will RIP your head off!"
The ref swallows his saliva as Maddy threatens him but luckily, Mayhem is able to channel her anger back towards Faulk. Maddy stomps towards the corner and stalks the rising Faulk from behind, looking to deliver the Delerium Drop to end the match like she has always done.
Maddy charges and leapfrogs over Lyra's back but Lyra manages to shove Mayhem further, causing her to land clean on her bum, shooting pains up her tailbone upon impact. "URGHH!!!" Maddy grunts as she struggles to her feet, clutch the base of her spine, leaving her head wide open for a Spinning Heel Kick!
Spinning Heel kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5-h1BHdmYo&ab_channel=IssacGore)
The boot connects flush with Maddy’s jaw, leaving the blonde splattered in a wide starfish, seemingly unconscious, but having barely escaped a trip to delirium and made Mayhem pay, Faulk is determined to make sure she’s ready for the end.
Lyra passes on a pin, instead hopping over the splayed blonde and popping to the middle rope. Pushing into the rubber-coated steel, the dark-haired Aussie springboards off the cable into a graceful aerial flip and lands her moonsault across the open abdomen of Miss Mayhem.
Springboard Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBXwM4lXWns ) :48
Maddy jackknifes below Lyra then fades to the canvas in a flaccid spreadeagle under the conquering countrywoman. A glistening Faulk hooks a limp leg of the lambasted lunatic for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maddy pushes a shoulder up to the frustration of the Chaos Emerald. Trying not to lose her composure, she grabs a wrist of her crazy counterpart and tugs the rubbery Maddy to her feet. Pivoting, she tosses Mayhem to the far buckles with an Irish Whip and, when Maddy gets rocked by a back-first collision with the buckles, Faulk sprints toward her target.
Lowering a shoulder to gut the blonde, Lyra’s piercing blue eyes go wide when Maddy vaults her legs and torso off the canvas and Faulk finds nothing but air until her right shoulder passes between the buckles and RAMS into the steel ring post.
Having landed behind her adversary, a recovering Maddy turns and sends a boot to Faulk’s cheeks. Mayhem pulls her foe out from the corner and tosses her aside, the mewling brunette collapsing in a heap several feet away, cradling her injured wing.
Sensing an opportunity to take her madness to the sky, Maddy climbs the corner unsteadily. Still a little woozy, it takes Miss Mayhem considerable effort to reach a hunched stance on the top. By the time she does, Lyra’s on her feet and delivers a turnbuckle superkick that catches Maddy flush on the chin, sending the blonde tumbling off the buckles and pooling on the canvas.
Turnbuckle Superkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBXwM4lXWns )
Intent on ending things, Lyra climbs the corner from which Maddy had fallen, hoping for success where Mayhem had found failure. She reaches the middle ropes on her way up when the crowd groans as Maddy finds new life, rising behind the seemingly clueless Faulk.
But the noise causes Lyra to take a glance and she leaps off her perch, landing on the shoulders of the unsuspecting Maddy. Instantly throwing her weight back, she RIPS Maddy off her feet with an incredible version of her signature Butterfly Effect, an inverted Frankensteiner that SPIKES Mayhem’s skull into the canvas.
Butterfly Effect ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cu4Xkkp7rRA ) :00
The impact is horrendous for the blonde, Maddy tumbling through a somersault after the initial impact to her cranium. Mayhem ends splayed, out cold.
A delighted crowd roars as Lyra dives to her demolished foe, landing in a cross-body pin, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lyra, waiting for the third slap, can’t understand why it doesn’t come as the blonde’s shoulders remain planted. She turns to find the ref pointing at the nearby ropes upon which Maddy’s laid an ankle across the bottom to break the count. Rising to her haunches, Lyra strokes her dark brown locks off the look of disbelief with both sets of fingers.
This woman was not only lunatic but seemingly made of steel, a frightening combination. However, there was one sure way to keep her down…keep any member of the roster down, Entropy.
Faulk rises, grabs the flaccid Mayhem by the ankles to position her perfectly in the shadow of the near corner and again Lyra takes to the heights, slipping through the ropes and climbing from the outside this time. She reaches the top quickly, standing atop the highest padding, then throws herself into a set of tight spins, ready to ruin Mayhem once and for all with the 630 senton that bore her tribute to the physics that ruled us all, entropy.
Entropy ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4n8R8YMPgU ) 0:00
But with the last 90 of the 630, Maddy gets her knees up and Lyra’s spine is skewered by the bony joints! Faulk rolls away, howling in pain, her body arching in anguish, Miss Mayhem using another of her nine lives.
The blonde wearily crawls to the remnants of the disaster she’s created. Grabbing an ankle, she pulls the grimacing Faulk to the corner.
Maddy slides out under the bottom rope, keeping her grip in place. She tugs Lyra to the ring post, adding a wrist of Lyra’s to her handholds until the Chaos Emerald is bowed around the steel beam, her vertebrae tight to the metal. Switching her upper grip to around Lyra’s throat, Miss Mayhem places a boot to the post and yanks on either side of her human bow, torturing Lyra’s back against the unforgiving steel.
Faulk cries in agony, her spine surely feeling like it may be broken if kept under this much stress for long.
The official demands Maddy relent, but the demented look in her baby blues tells the man only a threat of disqualification will stop her. He starts his count as the lunatic wrings as much out of the maneuver as she can for the following four seconds.
Maddy is not so crazy as to lower her paycheck by taking a DQ loss, but when she releases her grips, she does so only to take new ones around Lyra’s ankles. Mayhem manipulates the brunette so one leg is on either side of the post, then draws the limbs forward, RAMMING Faulk’s crotch into the metal post.
A silent ‘scream’ emerges from Lyra’s lips as she sits bolt upright from the waves of agony emanating from her womanhood, features etched in torment, Maddy again showing to what lengths she’ll go to for revenge and victory.
The Mistress of Madness turns to the crowd and bask in the jeers, seemingly proud of what she has done.
"Get back in the ring Maddy!" the ref demands as he begins to get tired of Maddy's antics.
"Don't worry about me, worry about her instead!
Maddy continues to prance along the ringside as the ref checks on Lyra.
As Maddy returns to the ring, she makes a beeline for the corner, setting her sights on Lyra as she crawls towards the center of the ring. Lyra is still trying to recover and get back to her knees after the intense shock to her womanhood.
Without hesitation, Maddy charges towards Lyra, displaying her aggressive intent. With precision and force, she drives her knee directly into Lyra's face! OH! MAYHEM!
Oh! Mayhem! (https://youtu.be/GbfrWsPTc1c)
As Lyra lies flattened on the canvas, it seems she is ripe for a cover after Maddy's finisher. However, Maddy has a different plan in mind. With a sinister smile and a playful wag of her finger, she sits up, forfeiting the opportunity for a pinfall victory.
Instead, Maddy takes control of the situation, peeling her "almost" beaten opponent from the canvas. Trapping Lyra in a double underhook, Maddy ensures that Lyra is unable to escape her grasp. Lyra struggles to stand, visibly weakened from the intense battle.
Just when it appears that Maddy is about to deliver a double-arm DDT, she takes a step forward, positioning Lyra in a backwards leaning position. The Mistress of Madness twists herself with incredible force, driving Lyra head-first into the canvas with devastating impact.
Mind Twister (https://youtube.com/shorts/2ab8eGpI0HE?feature=share)
Lyra flops onto her back, spread like a starfish, after Maddy's knee strike sends her head bouncing off the canvas.
Maddy moves swiftly, scurrying onto Lyra's prone form without even bothering to hook her legs for the pinfall attempt. Instead, she places both palms firmly on Faulk's chest, and the referee starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings three times, signaling the end of the match, and the announcer proclaims Maddy Mayhem as the winner via pinfall. The crowd's reaction is mixed, with some cheering for Maddy's victory, while others express concern and empathy for the fallen Lyra.
Maddy rises to her feet with a sinister smile on her face, relishing her triumph. Demonstrating her dominance, she plants a boot on Lyra's belly as the referee raises her arm in victory. The sight is both intimidating and chilling, underscoring Maddy's persona as The Mistress of Madness.
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
‘Do You Wanna Touch Me’ by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts starts blasting from the speakers and lights flicker in a myriad of colors through the arena, creating a chaotic atmosphere.
"Introducing next, from Sydney, Australia, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is The Looney Lass, MADDY MAAAAYYHEEMMMM!"
The Mistress of Madness returns to the arena, her hair cut down to shoulder length with a new red and black one-piece revealing her obliques, completed with black boots and padding. Mayhem howls as she swings her best friend "Batsy" in the air before resting on her shoulders.
MADDY MAYHEM
"Miss me?" Maddy asks with a smirk before strutting confidently down the ramp, her demeanor and motions exuding mischief. While half of the crowd boos the unstable heel right out of the curtains, there were many who truly missed the absence of Mayhem.
"I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder, huh? Love ya, too!" Maddy blows flying kisses to the crowd before sliding into the ring. The Mistress of Madness immediately gets up and brandishes Batsy at the officials in a threatening manner, scaring him off the ring.
"HAH! Coward!" Maddy snarks before hopping onto the second ropes, blowing kisses into the crowd with an audible "MUAH!"
As the FAWNatics calculate what the return of one of the unruliest figures in the organization means to the roster, a vaguely familiar line bursts through the arena’s speakers…
All we want is to feel that feeling again
WILD BEASTS-MECCA www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ew4GNsM5Cc
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bright, Victoria, Australia, standing five feet and four inches of height and weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds…she is the Chaos Emerald…LYRA FAULK!”
The fact yet another unpredictable Aussie is back in Orlando doubles down on the shock value running through the system of every FAWNatic.
The former member of FIC, having long been gone and making hay in her home country Down Under, appears at the top of the ramp. The sedate and eerie entrance music guides the high-flying Mensa member to center stage.
LYRA FAULK
Faulk sways slightly. Her eyes close as her chosen anthem’s introduction draws to a close.
WE MOVE IN FEAR
WE MOVE IN DESIRE
Drums kick in all at once, Lyra jerking to the side like a marionette, eyes still firmly closed.
And now she was off, dancing and whirling in a wild balletic rain dance which took her on a winding path down the ramp through pools of emerald lights dotting her way.
Lyra wears her customary black sneakers, sequined green hotpants and sheer long-sleeved green mesh top, with a lacy black bra clearly visible through the netting.
Her brunette locks are loose, already wildly tousled from the dancing. Over her still-closed right eye are drawn two chevrons in fluorescent pink and green.
As the music reaches another crescendo, her movements suddenly still again, eyes snapping open as she sets off on a shockingly quick dead sprint up to the ring. She slides under the ropes, coming to a stop in the center of the ring, grin spreading across her face.
Grabbing the announcer’s microphone, she draws it to her lips.
“Did ya miss me?! A little birdie told me my Sheila mate was going to be bringing her mayhem back to the ring and what’s mayhem without a little chaos?”
Lyra tosses the stick several rows back, turns her smile to her opponent and waves happily at Maddy before retreating into her corner as her music fades, apparently ready for action.
Maddy greets Lyra with an enthusiastic smile and wave, but her expression quickly transforms into a scornful glare as Lyra turns around. Her facial expressions change depending on whether Lyra is looking at her or not.
The bell clangs, signaling the start of the match and both wrestlers swiftly move to the center of the ring. Lyra and Maddy circle each other briefly before engaging in a fierce lock-up, vying for control.
Faulk gains the upper hand by trapping Maddy in a tight Side Headlock!
"ARGHH!!!" The blonde grimaces in discomfort but refuses to give up, quickly attempting to drag Faulk towards the ropes to break free. However, Lyra maintains a firm grip, overpowering Maddy and forcefully brings her down to the canvas. Maddy exhibits patience as she gradually unravels the hold, skillfully transitioning into a Hammerlock, positioning herself behind Lyra.
With Lyra's arm neatly folded behind her back, Maddy secures it with her shoulder, while cradling the back of Lyra's thigh. Demonstrating her strength, Maddy lifts Lyra up, executing a powerful back suplex that intensifies the impact by leveraging her own bodyweight, crushing Lyra's folded arm.
"ARGH!!!" Lyra rolls to her side and clutches her arm, but Maddy quickly pushes both her shoulders to the canvas and pins her for the...
ONE!
Lyra kicks out, displaying resilience as she shakes off the pain in her arm. The Mistress of Madness seizes a handful of the brunette's hair, forcefully hauling her back up to her feet.
Leaning in close to Lyra's ear, Maddy whispers with an ominous tone, "We don't want you back..."
With a surge of aggression, the blonde pushes Lyra towards the ropes and delivers a powerful whip across the ring. Maddy charges forward, aiming for a decisive clothesline in the center of the ring. However, her attempt falls short as Lyra narrowly evades the blow! Taking advantage of the situation, Lyra rebounds off the ropes and launches herself towards Maddy, connecting with a forceful dropkick that sends the blonde wrestler tumbling to the mat.
Maddy desperately clings to the ropes, using them as leverage to regain her footing. But before she can fully regain her balance, Lyra strikes back with a powerful clothesline that propels Maddy out of the ring, leaving her sprawled on the floor outside the ropes.
The Chaos Emerald, amidst the roaring crowd, ignites their excitement with a radiant smile and a raised arm before joining the determined blonde outside the ring. The brunette seizes Maddy and forcefully slams her head into the ring apron, causing Maddy to stagger along the perimeter of the ring. Capitalizing on a woozy Maddy, Lyra grabs hold of Maddy's wrist, intending to whip her towards the steel ring steps. However, Maddy reverses the momentum, swiftly turning the tables on Lyra's plan and sends her crashing into the ring steps instead!
"OOOHHH" Maddy shakes her head clear, "As if I do not have enough screws loose in my head!" The Mistress of Madness remarks as she picks up the hurt Faulk and shoves her under the ropes. Lyra struggles to her, feet but Maddy swiftly drives her shoulder into the left knee pit of Lyra, effectively taking her down to the mat.
Chop Block (https://youtu.be/5Q8l-AGdlRU)
"ARGHH!!!" Lyra clutches her left knee, wincing in excruciating pain as she groans on the mat. However, Maddy shows no mercy, refusing to grant her opponent any respite. The Mistress of Madness promptly pulls Lyra back up, trapping her in a tight front facelock. Skillfully cradling Lyra's left leg, Maddy hoists her overhead and executes a picture-perfect Fisherman Suplex. The impact of the suplex reverberates through the ring as Lyra's body slams against the canvas, leaving her vulnerable for a potential pinfall. Maddy keeps Lyra's left leg secured and tips her toes for the cover, eager to secure a victory.
Fisherman Suplex (https://youtu.be/4M7MVDVaEBw)
ONE!
TWO!
The brunette kicks loose before the official’s palm can connect with the canvas a third time.
Lyra creates some space from her fellow Aussie, grasping at her throbbing left leg as she rolls away a few steps. Faulk uses the cables to pull to vertical and hobbles alongside, dazzlingly blue eyes half-lidded from the pain.
Placing nearly all her weight on her right leg to compensate, Faulk’s sent flopping to the canvas when a smirking Mayhem approaches from her six and kicks her foe’s “good leg” out from under her, Lyra landing hard on her spine. Wincing, Faulk rolls out underneath, making lemonade out of lemons for a little time out.
The brunette limps down the length of the ring as Maddy follows above, stalking her prey’s steps.
“You’re embarrassing the country, mate,” Maddy scolds. “Get your scrawny ass back in here.”
Lyra’s more interested in working her left leg into working order. Maybe a little too interested as she’s not ready when Maddy creates more of her namesake mayhem. Grabbing the top rope, the wild-eyed blonde flings herself over, plummeting in a crossbody splash across the pale brunette, Lyra’s legs giving way.
Atop the collapsed Faulk, Mayhem moves to a forward-facing straddle of her adversary’s waist. No high IQ is going to save Lyra from a wild frantic assault from the hardbody, Maddy pounding away with both firsts, swinging with a fury uncontained, or at least until the referee’s count grows closer to ‘TEN’.
The Mistress of Mayhem dismounts and rolls under the ropes only to reverse course, having set the clock back to zero. Maddy sinks her nails into the long dark locks of her countrywoman and pull the smaller wrestler to her feet. Mayhem nearly takes Faulk off them with a windmill of a European Uppercut under her foe’s chin. Lyra’s braincase snaps back and she staggers in a wonky backpedal to the steel barricade, throwing her arms sideways to keep herself partially elevated.
Maddy moves in and presses tight.
“I’m sending you back postage due, luv,” Mayhem whispers in her adversary’s ear.
The psycho dips and scoops Lyra onto her right shoulder, ready for slamming to the thinly-padded concrete. But as she moves forward for the deposit, Lyra sneaks out the backside, dropping behind a startled Maddy. There isn’t a lot of strength behind her shove, but Faulk finds enough to send Mayhem barreling into the steel ring steps. Maddy CLANKS her right shoulder into the metal, knocking the upper portion of the structure free from its base and perhaps the nutcase’s shoulder out of its socket.
Knowing if she doesn’t regain her wheels, she has little chance to win, Lyra chooses to roll back in the legal confines and begins massaging the knee Mayhem tried to rupture. Faulk flexes, putting more weight on it as a grimacingMaddy pulls herself from the wreckage.
The Wrecking Crew chief stares daggers at her fellow Aussie, then dives back into play, scrambling to her feet as a recovered Lyra hits the cables behind her and sprints to reach a rising Maddy. The acrobatic brunette leaps with legs extended, closing the limbs around Mayhem’s noggin.
Faulk flips out of her momentary scissors, delivering a tossing Maddy to the deck with a spectacular hurricarana.
Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgaksCiPel0&t=16s ) :06
Mayhem’s eyes show confusion as she struggles to her feet, using the impetus of the aerial somersault to reach her feet, even as she raggedly turns to find Lyra waiting. Faulk hooks opposite elbows with Maddy and sends her foe flying then tumbling across the canvas with an armdrag.
Steaming, Maddy scrambles to her boot soles again only to find herself in a tight embrace when she spins to find Faulk, then is airborne courtesy a belly-belly suplex, the bigger blonde heaved into a front flip, landing HARD against her backbone.
Belly-to-belly Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gFPGQUeMCo&t=99s )
This time Miss Mayhem stays grounded, arching in pain as she reaches to her lower vertebrae, trying to work out several kinks.
Faulk kips to her feet, gives the blonde a stomp to keep her glued to the canvas, then sprints to the strands. The Mastermind Matilda throws her ivory-skinned body into a forward roll, popping out of it beside the sprawled Maddy, and leaping into a graceful senton that completes Lyra’s Rolling Thunder From Down Under across the open midriff of Mayhem.
Rolling Thunder ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pRLmYuWvkk ) :09
Faulk ends in a back press across a moaning Maddy’s chest. She hooks a leg for good measure, folding Mayhem into a matchbook pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The blonde kicks out and rolls to her side at 'Two'!
Lyra grabs a handful of blonde locks and pulls Maddy back to her feet. Relentless in her assault, Lyra denies Maddy any chance to recover. Faulk propels the shorter blonde towards the ropes, executing a powerful whip, sending Maddy hurtling across the ring. As Maddy rebounds off the ropes and heads back towards Lyra, the brunette swiftly hooks her opponent by the arm, utilizing her foe’s momentum against her, forcefully tossing Maddy into the thinly-padded ring.
"ARGH!" Maddy's grunt fills the air as she grimaces, arching her back while fighting to regain her footing. However, before she can fully recover, the Chaos Emerald snatches Maddy's arm and delivers a swift wrench, adding to her discomfort. Faulk takes advantage of Maddy's vulnerable position, expertly folding Maddy's trapped arm behind her back.
With precision and speed, Faulk secures a tight front facelock, firmly gripping Maddy's head. The crowd watches in anticipation as Faulk executes a devastating Hammerlock DDT, driving Maddy's head forcefully into the canvas!
Maddy's body crumples, collapsing onto the canvas in a spreadeagle position. Lyra swiftly moves in, hooking Maddy's leg for the cover, initiating the pinfall attempt.
Hammerlock DDT (https://youtu.be/QfSpynC5YcY)
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO!!!
Maddy forcefully bucks out of the cover, breaking free from Lyra's hold and preventing the referee from reaching the three-count.
Despite her woozy state, a faint smile manages to creep across Maddy's face as she musters her strength and pushes herself up onto all fours. Undaunted by the faint smile, Lyra seizes Maddy by her blonde locks, forcefully lifting her back up. Faulk continues to unleash her offense, unrelenting in her pursuit of victory.
With a shove, she sends Maddy crashing into the corner, positioning herself in the opposing corner to create distance. As Lyra charges across the ring, ready to deliver another punishing blow, Maddy manages to recover just in time. She counters by tripping Lyra with a Drop Toe Hold, causing Lyra's face to collide with the second turnbuckle. Lyra instinctively clutches her face in pain, creating a momentary opening for Maddy to catch her breath and regroup. Maddy swiftly moves towards the ropes, guiding Faulk's head to the second ropes, letting it hang as she exits onto the apron and climbs to the top rope.
"You ready for this? Bitch!" With precision and power, she propels herself off the turnbuckle, bringing her leg crashing down onto the back of Lyra's head and neck. The impact of the move, aided by the rubber-coated steel, exerts immense pressure on Lyra's throat.
Maddy gracefully lands on both feet outside the ring, displaying a combination of athleticism and a ruthless demeanor. Ignoring the disapproval of the crowd, she snorts in laughter. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Lyra struggles to recover, gasping for breath and feeling the effects of the crushing blow to her throat.
Maddy swiftly slides back into the ring and covers Lyra for the....
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Lyra kicks out at a clean 'TWO' denying Maddy the victory she had hoped for. The crowd erupts with anticipation and excitement, impressed by Lyra's determination to stay in the match.
Frustration seeps into Maddy's expression as she turns her attention towards the referee, questioning the accuracy of the count. "Oh come on! That was a three count!" Maddy protests, voicing her discontent with the officiating. After reluctantly accepting the decision, Maddy returned to work on the brunette's leg. Capturing Lyra's left leg, Mayhem pulls it into the air before smashing Faulk's left knee into the ring. The Mistress of Madness repeats the punishment twice, before hanging Faulk's leg across her shoulders and neck and bending it at an angle a human knee isn't supposed to!
Stretch Muffler (https://youtu.be/N1oOrv-BlEM)
Maddy pushes herself back to a standing position, adding more pressure to the hold, as well as giving her the mobility to stomp on Lyra's head!
"No! No way!" Lyra vehemently shakes her head, letting out a piercing scream of pain as she fights through the agony. With sheer determination, she manages to crawl and drag herself towards the ropes, reaching out desperately. Maddy, forced to adhere to the rules by the referee's five count, begrudgingly releases the hold upon the referee's instruction.
As soon as Maddy relinquishes the hold, Lyra seizes the opportunity to roll out of the ring, seeking respite and a chance to recover from the punishing submission in the ringside sanctuary.
Faulk limps around the outside, trying to shake off the ache in her left lower limb.
Miss Mayhem’s qualities do not include patience. The blonde slips under the ropes around a corner from the recovering Faulk. Using stealth as another of her weapons, she sneaks from Lyra’s six and sends a sweeping kick to the back of Faulk’s knee.
Lyra crashes to the lightly padded concrete, slamming down on her spine. The brunette grasps at her backbone with one hand and the rear of her throbbing leg with the other.
“I’m the only one who gets to decide who leaves Crazytown,” Maddy informs.
She sinks her nails into Lyra’s scalp and yanks her fellow Aussie to her feet. Face to pained face, Mayhem rears back and NAILS a headbutt between the sparkling blue eyes of the Chaos Emerald, leaving them glazed as Lyra wobbles into semi-awareness.
“What’s your high IQ getting you now, mate?” Miss Mayhem asks with a chuckle.
She draws Lyra’s noggin back and leads her to the ring steps, ready to bang Faulk’s forehead into the unforgiving steel. But Faulk gets her right boot up, placing it atop the metal as a brake. Lyra throws an elbow, catching the blonde in the chin and freeing her from the Wrecking Crew member. Faulk sends her digits into Maddy’s shoulder-length golden locks and treats Mayhem to a taste of steel, thrusting Maddy’s skull into the steps.
Mayhem’s braincase rebounds with a sickening CLANK. She spins away from the impact, falling to her haunches in a daze.
Noticing the growing count from the official, Lyra grabs spandex at Maddy’s shoulder and hip and pulls the blonde to her feet before throwing her back in the squared circle to beat the ‘ten’. Still with a hitch in her giddy-up, Lyra grimaces as she rolls under to join her countrywoman.
Neither woman is looking spry and they’re slow to rise. Maddy is first off the mark with a forearm shiver to the chest, but after Faulk absorbs the blow, the brunette comes back with one of her own. The process repeats several times, the crowd not sure who to cheer, though Faulk slowly get more of the support.
Maddy finally ends the ‘conversation’ with a European Uppercut that snaps Lyra’s head back, Faulk backpedaling to the ropes. Miss Mayhem then THUMPS the brunette with a clothesline across the clavicle that sends Lyra flipping over the cables. Faulk lands on the apron and somehow holds on with an outstretched hand.
Seeing her adversary’s predicament, Mayhem races to the opposite cables and rebounds at full speed toward Faulk. But Lyra has another surprise up her genius sleeve. Grabbing the middle strand with both hands, using the cable as a slingshot, she vaults herself back into the ring and into a charging Maddy, knocking the lunatic off her feet with a spear.
Slingshot Spear ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFtwBZOGExY ) :44
Lyra grabs a leg and rolls into a back press, the ref ready to make the count for…
ONE…
TWO…
…NO! Maddy pushes free, drawing a groan of disappointment from the crowd.
Lyra also shows a hint of annoyance, apparently believing that level of impact could have got her the win. Faulk rises and gives Mayhem a stomp to taut belly as punishment, then moves to the nearest buckles where she nimbly climbs to the top and turns to face her opponent.
Showing she has more than brains, Lyra stands high, eliciting a growing number of cheers from the FAWNatics. She takes flight, spinning like a dervish toward her infamous Entropy 630 senton that would remove the rest of the fight from Miss Mayhem.
However, Maddy’s not so crazy as to remain under the plummeting Aussie, rolling clear and letting Lyra crash and burn, SLAMMING her spinal column against the empty canvas.
Entropy ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce3owZ3_29M )
As Faulk spasms like she’s received 10,000 volts through her system, a weary Mayhem uses the cables to pull herself to vertical.
“Who’s the smart one?” the Crew member asks no one in particular.
Maddy plucks the brunette off the deck, bullies Faulk to the same corner from which she’d flown and scoops her to a seat on the top buckle, arms beneath Lyra’s thighs. As the Chaos Emerald wobbles in place, Maddy climbs beside her foe. On the middle ropes next to her, Miss Mayhem forces Faulk to a stance on the top buckle, then joins her in the penthouse.
Stationed precariously, Maddy pulls Lyra into a front facelock and throws a limp arm of Faulk across the back of her neck. The crowd is silent in morbid fascination as they watch the fevered mind of Mayhem at work and Maddy completes her violent task, SUPERPLEXING Faulk to the canvas from the heights, the BANG of the impact echoing through the arena.
Lyra arches in anguish and Maddy takes a healthy portion of the landing herself. Yet, the blonde smiles, if wearily, as she sits up and takes in the damage she’s created.
The pain in Lyra’s features apparently feeding her, Maddy pushes to her feet and snatches Faulk’s right leg, then folds it across her heavily damaged left while posting both around one of her own stems, locking Lyra’s in place.
Aware of what Maddy has in mind, Lyra starts her pleading early, but the cries gain in intensity when Maddy spins and drops to the canvas, turning Faulk to her chest, securing an anguish-inducing Indian Deathlock. Maddy presses a boot sole against Lyra’s folded limb to increase the pressure exponentially and Lyra screams in torment.
Indian Deathlock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZ_luE1Iqek )
“Say it, bytch,” Mayhem shouts. “And I might let you keep a career.”
A yelping Faulk shakes her head, digging her nails into the canvas to try and reach the ropes and save herself.
The Lunatic continues to exert pressure, trying to force Lyra into a potential submission. Lyra struggles fiercely within Maddy's hold, showing incredible resilience as she hovers her hand over the canvas, seemingly on the brink of tapping out. However, with a determined shake of her head, Lyra refuses to give in, clenching her fist in defiance.
Summoning her inner strength, Lyra pushes forward, using her forearms and elbows to inch closer and closer to the bottom rope. The crowd watches in amazement as she fights her way out of the submission attempt. Finally, Lyra's fingers manage to grab hold of the bottom rope tightly, and she calls for the break. The referee immediately intervenes, instructing Maddy to release the hold. Reluctantly, Maddy complies, but only after the referee starts the count, pushing the boundaries of the rules to gain an advantage.
As soon as Maddy releases the hold, Lyra attempts to make a quick escape from the ring to gain some distance and recover. However, the Mistress of Madness is relentless in her pursuit, denying Lyra the opportunity to retreat. Maddy grabs hold of Lyra, dragging her back to the center of the ring. Maddy tries to re-apply the hold, but Lyra spins around and manages to break free from Maddy's grasp and create some separation between them with a powerful boot to Maddy's face. The impact staggers Maddy, sending her stumbling backward, and creating a much-needed opening for Lyra.
Lyra manages to get back on her feet, though she appears somewhat unsteady due to her compromised leg. As Maddy charges at her with a clothesline, Lyra displays her quick reflexes by ducking under the attacking arm, evading the blow. Both wrestlers swiftly reset themselves, facing each other once again, ready for the next exchange. Lyra springs into action and dazes the blonde with several forearm shots to the head. As Lyra seeks to put Maddy into the canvas with a discus elbow, The Looney Lass surprises Lyra with a skull-breaking headbutt. The forceful impact causes Lyra to stagger backward, before dropping to one knee.
"Sometimes you gotta use ya head!" Maddy chirps as she proceeds to pull the dazed brunette back to her feet. The red-and-black clad Maddy catches the brunette in a double underhook, setting up for what appears to be a double-arm DDT—a devastating maneuver that could spell trouble for Lyra. However, just as it seems Maddy has the upper hand, Lyra defies expectations and spins out of the hold, slipping free from Maddy's grasp. Lyra jumps into the air and executes a breathtaking cutter, catching Maddy off-guard and driving her face-first into the canvas.
Cutter (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mFElmSV87pg&ab_channel=Quyth)
Maddy flops onto her back upon impact but Lyra can't capitalize on the advantage she gained. The opportunity to secure a pinfall is momentarily missed as Lyra struggles to recover and catch her breath. As the ref starts the count, Maddy and Lyra, summon their inner strength and determination to rise to all fours. They come face-to-face, their eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. With the energy of the crowd echoing around them, they begin trading forearms, each blow eliciting a resounding response from the audience.
As they rise to their feet, the fierce exchange of forearms continues between Maddy and Lyra, but it becomes apparent that Maddy is on the losing end after being on the receiving end of successive forearms. Each blow lands with precision and force, finding their mark on Maddy's exhausted form. Sensing an opening in the midst of the fierce forearm exchange, Lyra makes her way towards the ropes, as she looks to gain momentum and deliver a powerful blow to Maddy. To her surprise, Maddy trails behind her and sends a knee into her gut, sending Lyra flipping inside out with a Kitchen Sink!
Kitchen Sink (https://youtu.be/B5hr2iKwbw4)
Lyra clutches her stomach and gasps in pain. Maddy quickly covers for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!!!!
"Oh, You gotta be kidding me!" Mayhem slaps the canvas in frustration and glares at the ref. "I swear! I will RIP your head off!"
The ref swallows his saliva as Maddy threatens him but luckily, Mayhem is able to channel her anger back towards Faulk. Maddy stomps towards the corner and stalks the rising Faulk from behind, looking to deliver the Delerium Drop to end the match like she has always done.
Maddy charges and leapfrogs over Lyra's back but Lyra manages to shove Mayhem further, causing her to land clean on her bum, shooting pains up her tailbone upon impact. "URGHH!!!" Maddy grunts as she struggles to her feet, clutch the base of her spine, leaving her head wide open for a Spinning Heel Kick!
Spinning Heel kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5-h1BHdmYo&ab_channel=IssacGore)
The boot connects flush with Maddy’s jaw, leaving the blonde splattered in a wide starfish, seemingly unconscious, but having barely escaped a trip to delirium and made Mayhem pay, Faulk is determined to make sure she’s ready for the end.
Lyra passes on a pin, instead hopping over the splayed blonde and popping to the middle rope. Pushing into the rubber-coated steel, the dark-haired Aussie springboards off the cable into a graceful aerial flip and lands her moonsault across the open abdomen of Miss Mayhem.
Springboard Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBXwM4lXWns ) :48
Maddy jackknifes below Lyra then fades to the canvas in a flaccid spreadeagle under the conquering countrywoman. A glistening Faulk hooks a limp leg of the lambasted lunatic for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Maddy pushes a shoulder up to the frustration of the Chaos Emerald. Trying not to lose her composure, she grabs a wrist of her crazy counterpart and tugs the rubbery Maddy to her feet. Pivoting, she tosses Mayhem to the far buckles with an Irish Whip and, when Maddy gets rocked by a back-first collision with the buckles, Faulk sprints toward her target.
Lowering a shoulder to gut the blonde, Lyra’s piercing blue eyes go wide when Maddy vaults her legs and torso off the canvas and Faulk finds nothing but air until her right shoulder passes between the buckles and RAMS into the steel ring post.
Having landed behind her adversary, a recovering Maddy turns and sends a boot to Faulk’s cheeks. Mayhem pulls her foe out from the corner and tosses her aside, the mewling brunette collapsing in a heap several feet away, cradling her injured wing.
Sensing an opportunity to take her madness to the sky, Maddy climbs the corner unsteadily. Still a little woozy, it takes Miss Mayhem considerable effort to reach a hunched stance on the top. By the time she does, Lyra’s on her feet and delivers a turnbuckle superkick that catches Maddy flush on the chin, sending the blonde tumbling off the buckles and pooling on the canvas.
Turnbuckle Superkick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBXwM4lXWns )
Intent on ending things, Lyra climbs the corner from which Maddy had fallen, hoping for success where Mayhem had found failure. She reaches the middle ropes on her way up when the crowd groans as Maddy finds new life, rising behind the seemingly clueless Faulk.
But the noise causes Lyra to take a glance and she leaps off her perch, landing on the shoulders of the unsuspecting Maddy. Instantly throwing her weight back, she RIPS Maddy off her feet with an incredible version of her signature Butterfly Effect, an inverted Frankensteiner that SPIKES Mayhem’s skull into the canvas.
Butterfly Effect ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cu4Xkkp7rRA ) :00
The impact is horrendous for the blonde, Maddy tumbling through a somersault after the initial impact to her cranium. Mayhem ends splayed, out cold.
A delighted crowd roars as Lyra dives to her demolished foe, landing in a cross-body pin, hooking the far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Lyra, waiting for the third slap, can’t understand why it doesn’t come as the blonde’s shoulders remain planted. She turns to find the ref pointing at the nearby ropes upon which Maddy’s laid an ankle across the bottom to break the count. Rising to her haunches, Lyra strokes her dark brown locks off the look of disbelief with both sets of fingers.
This woman was not only lunatic but seemingly made of steel, a frightening combination. However, there was one sure way to keep her down…keep any member of the roster down, Entropy.
Faulk rises, grabs the flaccid Mayhem by the ankles to position her perfectly in the shadow of the near corner and again Lyra takes to the heights, slipping through the ropes and climbing from the outside this time. She reaches the top quickly, standing atop the highest padding, then throws herself into a set of tight spins, ready to ruin Mayhem once and for all with the 630 senton that bore her tribute to the physics that ruled us all, entropy.
Entropy ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4n8R8YMPgU ) 0:00
But with the last 90 of the 630, Maddy gets her knees up and Lyra’s spine is skewered by the bony joints! Faulk rolls away, howling in pain, her body arching in anguish, Miss Mayhem using another of her nine lives.
The blonde wearily crawls to the remnants of the disaster she’s created. Grabbing an ankle, she pulls the grimacing Faulk to the corner.
Maddy slides out under the bottom rope, keeping her grip in place. She tugs Lyra to the ring post, adding a wrist of Lyra’s to her handholds until the Chaos Emerald is bowed around the steel beam, her vertebrae tight to the metal. Switching her upper grip to around Lyra’s throat, Miss Mayhem places a boot to the post and yanks on either side of her human bow, torturing Lyra’s back against the unforgiving steel.
Faulk cries in agony, her spine surely feeling like it may be broken if kept under this much stress for long.
The official demands Maddy relent, but the demented look in her baby blues tells the man only a threat of disqualification will stop her. He starts his count as the lunatic wrings as much out of the maneuver as she can for the following four seconds.
Maddy is not so crazy as to lower her paycheck by taking a DQ loss, but when she releases her grips, she does so only to take new ones around Lyra’s ankles. Mayhem manipulates the brunette so one leg is on either side of the post, then draws the limbs forward, RAMMING Faulk’s crotch into the metal post.
A silent ‘scream’ emerges from Lyra’s lips as she sits bolt upright from the waves of agony emanating from her womanhood, features etched in torment, Maddy again showing to what lengths she’ll go to for revenge and victory.
The Mistress of Madness turns to the crowd and bask in the jeers, seemingly proud of what she has done.
"Get back in the ring Maddy!" the ref demands as he begins to get tired of Maddy's antics.
"Don't worry about me, worry about her instead!
Maddy continues to prance along the ringside as the ref checks on Lyra.
As Maddy returns to the ring, she makes a beeline for the corner, setting her sights on Lyra as she crawls towards the center of the ring. Lyra is still trying to recover and get back to her knees after the intense shock to her womanhood.
Without hesitation, Maddy charges towards Lyra, displaying her aggressive intent. With precision and force, she drives her knee directly into Lyra's face! OH! MAYHEM!
Oh! Mayhem! (https://youtu.be/GbfrWsPTc1c)
As Lyra lies flattened on the canvas, it seems she is ripe for a cover after Maddy's finisher. However, Maddy has a different plan in mind. With a sinister smile and a playful wag of her finger, she sits up, forfeiting the opportunity for a pinfall victory.
Instead, Maddy takes control of the situation, peeling her "almost" beaten opponent from the canvas. Trapping Lyra in a double underhook, Maddy ensures that Lyra is unable to escape her grasp. Lyra struggles to stand, visibly weakened from the intense battle.
Just when it appears that Maddy is about to deliver a double-arm DDT, she takes a step forward, positioning Lyra in a backwards leaning position. The Mistress of Madness twists herself with incredible force, driving Lyra head-first into the canvas with devastating impact.
Mind Twister (https://youtube.com/shorts/2ab8eGpI0HE?feature=share)
Lyra flops onto her back, spread like a starfish, after Maddy's knee strike sends her head bouncing off the canvas.
Maddy moves swiftly, scurrying onto Lyra's prone form without even bothering to hook her legs for the pinfall attempt. Instead, she places both palms firmly on Faulk's chest, and the referee starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings three times, signaling the end of the match, and the announcer proclaims Maddy Mayhem as the winner via pinfall. The crowd's reaction is mixed, with some cheering for Maddy's victory, while others express concern and empathy for the fallen Lyra.
Maddy rises to her feet with a sinister smile on her face, relishing her triumph. Demonstrating her dominance, she plants a boot on Lyra's belly as the referee raises her arm in victory. The sight is both intimidating and chilling, underscoring Maddy's persona as The Mistress of Madness.