Post by hawkeye on Mar 6, 2024 1:33:33 GMT
Instead of wallowing in depression at a title loss to the dominant duo of Psy Ops, the Dream Team bounced back with a couple impressive wins, including against the enigmatic combination of Kylie Sanders and Cassava Onika.
The fight proved so compelling Bethany Christian and the FAWNatics needed more, and so over the intervening months, singles matches between Heather and Cassava, then Lisa and Kylie stoked the rivalry further.
Unfortunately for the Yellow Rose and the Ultimate Image, they were both on the losing end of revenge gained by both the Bootie and the Cutie.
But fortune can be a funny thing, and in sticking up for what was right and true over those otherwise disappointing months and saving Greater Good from the post-match wrath of the seemingly forever Tag Champions, they found their way back to Celia and Becky quicker than they ever imagined.
Behind the curtain, the team many still considered a peculiar pairing, readies for an encore attempt at lifting the titles from the devastating destroyers.
The blonde ingenue and Lisa Legend bounced anxiously, waiting for their call, waiting for their second chance to take down the figurative Goliaths of the division.
Crofton smiled nervously at her partner. Lisa nodded at the junior member of the challengers.
“Pressure is a privilege, kid. We don’t want to be anywhere else. We want to be the ones to take these women down. We want IT more than them.”
As the buzzing in the crowd grew, the guileless youngster gave the reformed icon an embrace and, when her partner’s infamous accompaniment filled the darkened arena, the Lone Star Girl and the Personification of Perfection pushed through the curtains and set themselves center stage.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
A single spot broke the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rose in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon was illuminated. The noise grew to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joined Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomed Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain and Lisa echoing the Girl from Grapevine’s excitement, pumping her fist, drawing the Dreamophiles into a further frenzy.
The Dream proved a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt made her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find salvation in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamers in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs were finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads were in white as well.
Next to her, the flaxen-haired Texan pleaded with The Dream to take the lead, but Lisa directed the youngster on her way, motioning for the surging superstar to take point.
Crofton headed for battle in her increasingly familiar 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)
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
The Dream marched down the ramp and aisle on her teammate’s six, sending chills down the spine of every long-time FAWNatic who could hardly believe they’re screaming their lungs out for the formerly vindictive vixen.
Each challenger offered their palms to the masses on the way, Heather looking more comfortable with the love showered upon them, but The Dream growing more relaxed with every passing month.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allowed Heather to be her ambassador, the Lone Star Girl taking a lap around the squared circle. Crofton’s hand connects with every offered her, the youngster even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascended the ring steps, halted for a long look, then slipped through the ropes. She waited in her corner until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they moved to the middle and bowed to the exalting crowd.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone, Dream and her protege moved to their home corner. As Lisa’s music faded, the Announcer took on his duties.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS. Introducing first. At a combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds, THE CHALLENGERS…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 shared a high five. The Yellow Rose turned her attention back to the fans while Lisa’s gaze moved to the stage and the arrival of two women who deserved their karma more than anyone she could imagine. And tonight, she and the kid would be delivering it in mass quantities.
Senior Official Nick Castle was in the midst of checking Heather's knee-pads when the mood went from delighted to dire thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
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 side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd brought rack and ruin to the whole of the Tag Division, including the women waiting in the ring. The former Howling Commandos greeted their traitorous leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the Dreamy Duo.
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 cheer Clayton stomping on any good girls foolish enough to cross her path. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against Lisa and her pet moppet, she wore a cold gray, 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.
Beside her, the Crimson Cagliostro 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.
Bex's eyes narrowed slightly as she mulled the question. “Crofton's just collateral, one more name ruined by the arrogant shit. You can try to fix her if you want, Doc. Dream though, she's mine. And there's no fixing her. So it's time I put her out of her misery.” Baring her teeth in a hard smile, 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!”
The boos got louder, which only ensured Clayton raised her belt all the higher as dual Destroyers tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes. Unfazed by the presence of the challengers, Bex strolled to center ring and might've gone right to the Dream Team's corner if Nick hadn't stepped in her way at the last moment. Celia kept her distance, though her eyes were everywhere at once, the Mistress of Puppets intrigued by the clamor of all white mice on this particular evening.
A brief murmur of conversation between the champions after the bell was all it took to send Clayton out onto the apron and Blassenville forward to the center of the ring. Just the sight of the Temptress was enough to get Lisa out of the buckles, though she'd only made it a couple steps when Heather darted after her and grabbed the brunette by the wrist. “Take a deep breath, Lis.” Crofton said quietly. “I can start us off just fine.”
Dream frowned as she turned her attention to the blonde. “You're not ready, Heath--”
“Yes. I am.” the Texan replied. “And even if I'm not, the only way I'm going to get there is by trying, right?”
“This is Celia we're talking about.” Lisa explained. “She's not one to--”
“I know. And she's in your head. That's why I should start us off tonight.”
The Ultimate Image opened her mouth to respond, then closed it with an audible 'clack' of teeth on teeth. After a deep sigh she pulled her eyes away from the redhead and nodded to Heather. “You're right.” she agreed. “But be careful, Heather. With Celia there's always more than a match to lose.”
“I will. You grab a seat and keep that tag rope at hand, I'll bring you a present sooner than later.”
Dream murmured assent and strode back to the challengers' corner to leave Heather alone against the Mistress of Puppets.
Though seemingly unfazed by her opponents discussion, Blassenville couldn't help but frown ever so slightly when Crofton headed out to engage. “Your faith in her is really quite astounding, Ms. Crofton. Every available metric suggests she'll betray you in the most distressing fashion imaginable and yet NGH!”
Heather got a delighted 'WOO!' from the crowd when she drew her right hand back to her left shoulder and CRACKED a stiff Knife-Edge Chop across Celia's chest!
“I didn't come here to talk.” Crofton told the champ as she shook the tingle from her choppin' hand. “I came here to take those tag titles.”
Celia, who'd grimaced at the impact but not ceded so much as a step, snorted softly and replied, “I've found that intentions very rarely match outcomes. Still, your enthusiasm is impressive and on any other night I'd be happy to reward it, but at the moment I'd prefer to save my energy for your delusional patron. Thankfully I know a certain Camouflage Crusher that would be happy to indulge your most self-destructive urges.” With that she turned and strolled toward the Psy Ops corner with a lack of urgency that earned loud boos from those assemb—THWHAP!
Not about to allow such brazen disrespect even from a dangerous weirdo like Celia Blassenville, Heather rushed after the redhead and took to the skies with a Dropkick that landed squarely between the taller woman's shoulders!
Celia stumbled, caught her balance and straightened up before casting a baleful backwards glance at her adversary. “Attacking from behind, Ms. Crofton? Seems the real Lisa Dream's influence is closer than you realize.”
“She's not the one turning her back in an active match.” Crofton snapped. “If you're dumb enough to do that, you get what you deserve!”
“Such an inspiring example she's set for you.” Celia noted. “Still, I'm afraid that's your only warning.”
“Turn your back and I'll do it again.” Heather promised. “See if I don't!”
“Aggression and cowardice are a dangerous mix, Ms. Crofton. Learning this information firsthand could prove quite costly.” Blassenville returned her attention to the corner and—'OOOHHHHH!' from the crowd when Heather rushed in and hopped up to THWHAP a Forearm Smash across the base of her opponent's skull!
Celia didn't go down but that was fine, Heather hooked her right arm in a Half Nelson and pushed forward, forcing the redhead to lean over so the smaller wrestler could unleash several more heavy shots across the back of her head and shoulders! Aware that the Temptress was soaking her shots with an ease that would've been unnerving if she wasn't already throwing hands, Crofton relinquished the Half Nelson just to crook both hands into talons that she proceeded to raaaaaaake down the taller woman's back! Celia yelped, straightened up and ate a second Dropkick between the shoulders, this one strong enough to send her to within easy reach of the Peacekeeper.
“The moppet's certainly in a mood tonight, isn't she, Doc?” Clayton chuckled. “You want me to take her off your hands for a while?”
Celia straightened up, rolled her shoulder and turned around to face the blonde, who was now beckoning the Destroyer to 'bring it!' with both hands. “I'll hand her off to you soon enough, Rebecca. In the interim I have to remind Ms. Crofton that I do not reward bad behavior.”
“You haven't seen bad yet, jerk!” Heather taunted. “But you will! Just as soon as you work up the guts to come out here and—”
Blassenville exploded out of the corner for a Collar & Elbow that would've forced Crofton back to mid-ring if the Texan hadn't dipped beneath it at the last second! Once again gifted Celia's back (albeit for a much smaller window this time), Heather joined her hands into a single fist and rushed in to THWHUMP a Double Axehandle against the nape of her foe's neck. Blassenville snarled and lashed out with a Back Elbow that the Texan dipped under en route to running the ropes directly ahead of her adversary. Shooting out of the strands half a heartbeat before Celia clocked her location, Crofton hit the afterburners just to leave her feet for a Dropkick that caught the Temptress flush on the chin!
Now Celia did cede a few steps but she still didn't go down so Heather hopped up and returned to the ropes she'd just vacated. Blassenville's arms were still windmilling when the Girl From Grapevine THWHAPPED her across the chest with a hard Clothesli—A snarling Celia flicked out one hand to CRACK the blonde across the mouth with a stern Bitch Slap!
“Who do you think you are, Ms. Crofton?” Blassenville growled. “All the posturing in the world won't make you Lisa's equal and it certainly won't make you her friend. You're just the next Sierra Mi—” CRAAACK!
A giddy roar of delight from the anything but Heartbroken throng when Heather reared back and tagged Celia's mouth with a slap of her own! Even Becky looked incredulously amused, though her expression was more akin to that of a witness of some horrible industrial accident in the moments before calamity struck.
“That's where you're wrong, punk!” Heather bellowed over the din of the crowd. “I'm one half of the next Tag Team ChampioHHRRRGGGHH!”
Celia clamped both hands around the lightweight's throat and lifted her into the air with all the strain of someone hoisting a collection of plastic bags! “Hear me, and hear me well you insolent bit of nothing.” she growled to the wide-eyed blonde. “If you're going to parrot Lisa's arrogance you damned well better possess every bit of her skillNNGGGHH!” Heather grabbed hold of the redhead's forearms and used them as sort of a pull-up bar so she could drive both knees into the Destroyer's chest!
Celia dropped Heather on instinct and Crofton made the most of it by rushing the ropes behind the startled champion. No ground assault this time, Heather leapt onto the second strand and bounced back the way she'd came, the Texan drawing both knees up to her chest to ensure even more 'oomph' when she THWHAPPED a huge Dropkick into the redhead's left thigh! Blassenville went down on one knee to the delight of anyone not named Becky Clayton, not that Crofton paused to relish in the applause. Rather she did an about face and ran the ropes she'd so recently used to bring the Red Menace to heel.
She was picking up speed when Celia straightened up and surged forward to drive a shoulder into the pit of the challenger's stomach! No Spear this, Blassenville set both hands against the other wrestler's upper thighs and straightened up while simultaneously pushing her arms high overhead! Heather shot up into the lights, the Girl From Grapevine seeming to disappear in the glare of the overheads. The FAWNatics might've lost track of her but Blassenville did not, indeed she got a hand against the small of Crofton's back as she came back down and the Mistress of Puppets accelerated her descent with a single violent push! Groans all around as Heather THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest, and belly, the force of it more than enough to bounce Lisa's protege onto her knees.
“So you want to be a champion, Ms. Crofton?” Blassenville murmured. “Then it's time you endured a proper crucible.”
Catching a double handful of Crofton's hair, Celia jerked the Texan's head back only to tug it forward when she surged in and delivered a Kneelift between the eyes! Heather grunted and crumpled to all fours in front of the resurgent Temptress. She was still trying to clear her head when Blassenville leaned over and cinched both arms around the younger woman's midsection. Digging her clasped hands into the pit of Heather's stomach, Celia muscled the penitent grappler into the air and slung her toward the Psy Ops corner with a Gutwrench Toss that splattered Crofton against the deck.
GUTWRENCH TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RKYUEMcXJs
“This is all on you, of course.” Blassenville told Dream as she took a moment to adjust her togs in the aftermath of Heather's nasty landing. “Just another bit of collateral damage sacrificed to the voracious furnace of your 'perfect' ego.”
Lisa bristled at the observation and gripped the top rope with both hands, the former World Champion well aware that any rash interference on her part would only cause more trouble for Heather. Pleased to see Dream had enough self-awareness to maintain her current position, Celia tromped over to Crofton, grabbed a huge handful of hair and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagedher across the canvas cavewoman-style to TAG Clayton into the proceedings for the first time that evening!
As Bex steps through the ropes, noticeable in her lack of absence was the good doctor. Together, they tugged the beloved blonde to her feet with handfuls of hair. With Heather’s back to the Psy Ops’ buckles, Miss Mustang swung her arms up and broke loose from both grips.
Pivoting, she pounded her right forearm into Celia’s jaw, then did the same to Clayton’s. One hardly changes the expression of the larger women, but two had them taking a step back and three set them wobbling.
Crofton quickly spun and scurried up the buckles. She turned to face the dominating duo and leapt headlong in a Crossbody block of both, determined to take champs off their feet.
Unfortunately, determination only took Heather so far and Psy Ops caught the blonde across their chests. The condescending champs carried the squirming Yellow Rose just in front of the ropes facing the hard cam. They plug in a stereo Fallaway Slam that sent Heather flying over then rolling across the ring in spectacular fashion, ending in a demolished puddle.
On the sidelines, Lisa complained bitterly about the double-team and a cheery wave from a rising Blassenville proved all she could take. Dream bounced over the cables and rushed at the redhead but was intercepted by Castle.
With Lisa furiously swinging her arms over Nick’s shoulders but safely within his grasp, Celia winked at the raging Dream while Becky offered a One Woman Army-approved middle finger. They each turned and collected the splattered Heather, pulling the Girl From Grapevine to rubbery legs. Slipping their heads under Crofton’s limp arms and grasping yellow spandex on either hip, the twosome effortlessly launched Heather high, holding her in a stalled Vertical Suplex.
Dream pleaded for Castle to turn around, but he’s busy pushing the Ultimate Image back to her station. Across the ring, Celia and Becky continued to let the blood rush to Heather’s head, the crowd tiring of their lengthy count. Only when Lisa angrily dipped out of the ring did the champs send the Lone Star Girl plummeting to the canvas, the ring rattling with the force of Heather’s landing.
Castle spun to see the vile MD heading for the exit and Clayton covering the splayed blonde.
FAWN’s lead official dove next to the pin and slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Crofton kicked out, ending on her side, eyes glazed.
On her haunches next to the surviving Yellow Rose, Clayton shrugged.
“I can beat you down for the rest of the night. Keep these people here until they close the place.”
The Camouflage Crusher pulled the limp Heather to her feet by a wrist. Suddenly, Crofton burst to life, pushing back from Becky a step and launching a kick at the brunette's temple. A wide-eyed Clayton had the reflexes to duck under the surprise counter. Still in possession of the wrist, Clayton had neatly threaded the arm of the Lone Star Girl between her foe’s legs.
Pumphandle forged, the GI reached over Heather’s left shoulder and hurled the smaller fighter up her frame, catching Crofton over her right shoulder before depositing Heather back to earth with a Pumphandle Slam.
PUMPHANDLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=prCQXh2pSIk
The battered Yellow Rose, spreadeagled at the feet of the One-Woman Army, twitched and fell still. A smirking Clayton placed a boot sole atop the softly swelling chest of the FAWN favorite and nodded along with Castle’s slaps of the canvas as Lisa shouted pleas to the gobsmacked Heather for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Crofton again shifted a shoulder off the deck, breaking the count, keeping the continued coronation of the overpowering champions at bay.
Bex seemed less than pleased, pounding stomp after stomp into every open body part of the blonde, Crofton writhing and covering as best she could as she’s thumped into a Fort Dix-sized mudhole by the tag titleholder.
Taking a respite, a huffing Becky turned to The Dream.
“You better give this little doll a bonus, Leesee. She’s taking the beating you so richly deserve.”
Dream looked past the insult down at her partner.
“C’mon, Heather,” she implored, standing on the bottom rope and stretching her arm as far as it’ll go. “Here!”
Crofton rolled to her chest, pushed up, and crawled toward her teammate until Clayton put the hammer down with a stomp to the base of the blonde’s spine that flattened the Yellow Rose. A sweat-greased Heather slid along the rough surface, Bex shaking her head.
“Poor deluded girl,” the GI scoffs. “You've really convinced her you aren't trash, haven't you?”
Returning a boot sole to the base of the blonde’s spine, Becky dipped and cupped her laced fingers beneath the chin of the Yellow Rose. The Destroyer-class badass YANKED back on Heather’s head and torso until the Girl from Grapevine’s spine curled to the point she’s staring toward the rafters, eyes welling with tears.
“Ask her.” Clayton demanded.
Castle did as he’s told, but Heather grunted a muffled ‘nmmmph’, Nick translated as a negative.
Removing her plant foot, Bex moved toward a crouching straddle of the Lone Star Girl. But before she could settle into a Camel Clutch, the persistent challenger, up to her hands and knees, put it in reverse to crawl out the back door!
As Becky spun with a Clothesline drawn to deck her risen foe, Crofton somersaulted along the canvas, well under her foe’s swing and miss. Heather popped out of her tumble and dove to the waiting hand of Lisa Legend, the crowd roaring in anticipation after the ‘SLAP’.
Dream didn't disappoint, bounding over the cables, straight into a sprint.
The Ultimate Image POUNDED a Double Axhandle blow to the cleft of Clayton’s bosom, knocking the startled champion to the mat. Becky scrambled to her feet but, Lisa’s already U-turned and was waiting with another, the New Yorker flattening the One-Woman Army.
Bex got up again, nearly as quickly, and was grabbed around her waist, Lisa pulling her larger foe in tight for a momentary Bear Hug. The embrace was only for time enough to lift Clayton a few inches off the mat and split the brunette’s wickets with a crotch-crunching Inverted Atomic Drop that left a pain wracked Becky knock-kneed and frozen.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTY0_rFR4mE
A skillful Dropkick to the chin from an ascending Dream left Becky horizontal. The legend skipped over the splayed Clayton. Hopping to the cables in front of her, feet landing on the middle rope as she momentarily grabbed the top, Lisa back-flipped into a perfect rendition of her Dreamysault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Dream’s taut, ivory-skinned body CRASHED across the chiseled midriff of the battered GI, Clayton jackknifing under the force of The Dream’s gut shot. As Becky melted to the deck from her ‘V’ shape, Lisa hooked a muscular stem as part of her Lateral Press, and hoped for the best through…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Camouflage Crusher forcefully shoved the smaller woman off her and up to Lisa’s haunches, a frustrated Dream punishing the champ’s fortitude with an echoing SLAP to Clayton’s abdomen. She grabbed Becky by the ears and ‘guided’ the huffing Clayton to stooped feet as she rose.
Dream inserted the lowered noggin of the One-Woman Army between her slender, sinewy thighs and clamped down in a Standing Headscissors. Lisa raised her flattened palms high, drawing a cheer of glee from the FAWNatics, the crowd clearly music lovers in need of the searing balm only a Bittersweet Symphony could provide.
The opening notes earned a rapturous reaction from the crowd, so starved were they for the music from Dream's older, badder days. Alas they only got to enjoy it for a moment before tragedy struck, Clayton bracing her hands against Lisa's upper thighs and straightening up with enough force to fling her fellow former World Champion up into the lights with an impromptu Back Body Drop! And yet disappointment proved as fleeting as delight, the latter supplanting the former when Dream adjusted in mid-air to come down on her feet directly behind the powerful brunette!
Racing for the ropes the instant she returned to terra firma, Lisa bounced out of the rubber-coated steel and shot back just in time to dip beneath the Big Boot tried to drive through the point of her chin! On to the opposite side after the near disaster, Dream returned faster than she'd left and took flight of her own accord, the lithesome legend leaping off her left foot to lash out with the right in a lovely Leg Lariat that THWHAPPED her flawless calf across the bridge of Clayton's nose like a baseball bat wrapped in velvet! Bex hit the deck flat on her back and Lisa was right there to fold her up in a snug Back Press that pointed the champ's buns into the rafters for a count of...
LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxN2e49rlCQ
ONE...
TWO...
The BFG shoved her away and sat up, Clayton pressing the heel of one palm against her forehead in an effort to clear it of the Dreamy deluge.
“Tag me in, coach! I'm ready!” Heather called from the challengers' side of town as Lisa hauled Becky upright with a double handful of braid.
Dream wasn't entirely sure her protege was recovered from the punishment Psy Ops had laid on her, but she wasn't about to ignore such enthusiasm so she switched over to a Wristlock and pumped a Kneelift into Clayton's belly before slinging her foe in Heather's direction. Heather saw the Destroyer approaching and wisely hopped off the apron just in case Bex had anything in the chamber, thankfully the Peacekeeper only swung around and slammed into the buckles with a loud BWUUUNG! Half a heartbeat passed and Lisa joined her, the white-clad brunette once again putting those legendary legs to excellent use as she whipped around on her left heel and THWHAPPED a Spinning Heel Kick across her opponent's face!
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYUqJHVXqXc
“Quick tags!” Dream told the Girl From Grapevine even as she slapped her palm. “We have to keep them both off balance!”
“I can do that!” Heather confirmed as she leapt into the high rent district. “Double her over for me, would ya?”
Lisa was more than happy to repay the double teaming her partner had endured earlier in the contest. She marched Clayton out of the corner and drove a quick Toe Kick into the other brunette's midsection to fold her up just as Heather requested. Clearing off just enough to get out of the blonde's way while also keeping a stern eye on the Temptress, Dream didn't actually see her partner come off the top rope, but she sure as hell heard it when Heather hooked her leg across the back of Becky's neck and THWHAMMED her down flat on her face courtesy a Diving Leg Drop Bulldog! Clayton bounced up and tumbled over onto her back whereupon Heather pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for a thunderous...
DIVING LEG DROP BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zwk9CE3pX0c
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Camouflage Crusher kicked out once more, though the seemingly effortless power of her previous escapes was conspicuous by its absence.
“Get that deluded reprobate out of the ring, Castle.” Blassenville demanded of Lisa, who was in fact about to dip out onto the apron.
Lisa paused for a moment, then continued through the strands and took possession of the tag rope all while keeping her eyes locked on Celia. She was still staring daggers at the redhead when Heather rushed over and tagged her back onto the field. “Want to try that thing we've been practicing?”
“Absolutely.”
No wasted motion from the challengers as Lisa rejoined the fray. She went straight to Clayton and scraped her off the canvas while Heather circled around on the Destroyer's six. With Bex caught between the two, Heather leapt skyward and THWHAPPED a Dropkick between the brunette's shoulders! Becky stumbled forward and was swept up by Lisa, who'd dipped low to catch the champ around the upper thighs. Then she shot up on tiptoes and went down on one knee, Dream once again brutalizing her rival's undercarriage with the second Inverted Atomic Drop of the night!
Clayton rocked back on unsteady heels, both hands pressed between her thighs as Lisa pivoted around so she was perpendicular to the groaning Destroyer. Blassenville had just enough time to call out a warning when Crofton flew in from behind, the Texan hopping up and snatching a double fistful of hair before dropping to her knees which in turn THWHUMPED Bex's tummy across Lisa's posted thigh in an impromptu Gutbuster!
Heather scrambled clear of the action while Clayton clambered to verticality, her attention divided between stomach and groin which meant her head was defenseless when Lisa leapt out of her crouch and hooked both hands across the champ's chin, the Divine Dream using every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds to THWHAM Clayton down on the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous (dare I say perfect?) Neckbreaker!
LEAPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4atypQzk5A
Nothing in that last sequence was considered a finisher by either of the challengers, not that that stopped the FAWNatics from cheering like they'd just witnessed an Avalanche Day Dreamer through a flaming table when Lisa stretched out across Becky's chest and hooked the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Celia came through the ropes despite Heather standing watch, but intervention proved unnecessary as the One Woman Army kicked out with half a second to spare!
“Back to your corner, Celia.” Castle admonished from his place beside the legal participants. “You too, Heather.” Glares were exchanged, yet no violence passed as both partners returned to their respective posts.
As for Lisa, she hooked Clayton by the shoulder-straps and hauled her to verticality only to switch over to a Wristlock that segued beautifully into an Irish Wh—NO! Dream let the tether run out just to haul her burden back in and THWHAP her jaw with a Back Elbow that stopped Becky on the spot! Spinning around to she was positioned directly to the other brunette's left, Lisa hooked her right arm around the back of Clayton's head so she could palm the former champ's noggin. In the same instant she kicked her right leg up and out, the Heartbroken revelers leaping out of their seats in anticipation of a Dream Drive— “RRRRGGGGHH!”
Bex curled her left arm around Lisa's head and raaaaaaaaaaaked her eyes to escape the dangerous predicament! Utterly ignoring the warning from Castle and the disgust of the crowd, Clayton pivoted around behind Lisa and dipped down to thread her right arm around the challenger's left thigh. Boosting Dream up onto her shoulders with an ease that was even more terrifying considering the abuse she'd just soaked, the BFG spun in a circle and stopped when she faced, not the hard cam, but Heather Crofton. With her hands hooked over Lisa's chin and thigh, the Camouflage Crusher didn't so much as blink when she hoisted Lisa directly overhead and then dropped to one knee, Clayton yanking a groan of sympathetic anguish from everyone in the arena when she THWHUMPED Lisa down across her knee in a gawdawful Backbreaker!
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuFr3nLP-Y0
Heather cringed along with them as Lisa slopped to the canvas in a jittering heap, but she didn't turn away. No, the Yellow Rose slapped the top turnbuckle with one hand and called, “It's gonna be ok, Lisa! They can't touch you!”
Becky, who'd ignored going for a cover in favor of tending to her accumulated aches, shook her head in disgust over Crofton's blind optimism. “Oh, kiddo.” she said softly. “It's like you're TRYING to piss me off.” Heather offered no comment, not that Bex would've paused to listen. She'd already filled her hands with Lisa's hair and pulled the Ultimate Image upright. Didn't stay there long though, Clayton booted her in the gut and welcomed her into a Standing Headscissors. Pivoting around so she faced the hard camera, Becky flipped up Lisa's skirt and made a point of inflicting a spiteful wedgie before she wrapped her arms around the smaller brunette's waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders for—THAWHAM! The One Woman Army slung her prey forward and down, Lisa damn near smashed through the canvas via the hellacious Powerbomb! Maintaining the Waistlock upon impact, Becky pressed in snug against those upturned haunches as she glared down into those insensate features while Castle counted off...
PINNING POWERBOMB @ 2:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehGT_z22z4c
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Dream twisted loose to land on her shoulder and hip, much to the delight of the crowd. Becky looked less thrilled, though her expression was anything but disappointed, especially after she hauled Lisa to boot-leather. An Irish Whip sent Dream hurtling into the Psy Ops corner where she managed to turn around just in time to watch Clayton CRUSH her against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash!
“I know you think you've fooled everyone.” she hissed in the smaller brunette's ear. “But I[/b] know you're still the same shitty human being you've always been. Which is why I'll never feel bad kicking your ass.”
Celia swatted her shoulder for a tag and asked, “Care to switch things up a little, Rebecca? Sweet Lisa's poor attitude has me thinking a trip to the top rope is necessary.”
“Yeah Doc, that sounds great.” Clayton scraped Lisa out of the buckles and backed off a few steps before doubling over and hooking her right arm around the Dream's waist. Scooping her up like the former World Champ was little more than a toddler, Becky swung back to the corner where Celia had earned considerable worry from the crowd by climbing to the top rope. Stood up straight shortly thereafter, the Crimson Cagliostro leapt from the heights and STOMPED down on her former patient's chest while Clayton dropped to one knee for an agonizing Backbreaker! Turned inside out by the devastating offense, Lisa offered no complaint when Blassenville shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for...
DOUBLE STOMP & BACKBREAKER @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ba9juaPNi8I
Dream, destroyed by the woman who once committed her to Orlando General’s version of the Funny Farm, laid dormant under the ravishing redhead for the…
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Not taking any chances, a charging Heather saved the day by diving into the Destroyer to break Castle’s count.
Nick chastized the Lone Star Girl, peeling the blonde off the pile. He started to chaperone the trespasser to the challengers’ corner when a risen Celia approached from Crofton’s six. She dipped and wrapped her arms around the lightly tanned midriff of the Texan. Cinching a Bear Hug in tight, she lifted a bug-eyed Heather off the canvas and rattled her foe from side to side like a toy.
Placing the bedraggled blonde’s boots back to the mat, the Crimson Cagliostro shifted beside the illegal entrant and embraced the rubbery, flaxen-haired fighter once more. Blassenville took a peek behind her and shifted herself and her cargo so a softly stirring Dream was behind them.
Celia then launched the Yellow Rose and splattered the Dream Team in a delectable heap, Heather the victim of a Backdrop Suplex directly atop her legendary teammate.
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nsy8sOnoec8
With the Girl From Grapevine making an ‘X’ in combination with the battered Lisa beneath, the ferocious physician dove atop both in a sandwiching pin of her dual challengers. It’s Dream on the bottom of the stack, so Castle saw no reason he shouldn’t count for the legal titleholder, slapping the mat beside the threesome for…
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Heather shot a shoulder up off her partner, allowing the double-decked Dream to take one of hers off the canvas, saving the Dream Team from a most embarrassing elimination.
With Crofton in ragged condition, Celia drew the beloved babyface up as she rose, then shoved her at Castle, the ref catching Heather’s arms above his.
“Get that sad little Stockholm Syndrome study out of here,” the doctor demanded. “While I tend to the engineer of Ms. Crofton's sad state.
Hands full, Castle carried the limp-legged Crofton to her corner. Meanwhile, Celia yanked the dilapidated Dream to her feet and snuggled next to Lisa’s side. With Dream stooped, Blassenville dropped her chest and abdomen perpendicular across the legend’s back, then slipped under the far arm, reefing back on the limb across her shoulders to secure an agonizing Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
Big Red pushed a palm into Lisa’s right hip while she drove Dream’s opposite side down across the plank of her upper leg, trying to rip the ivory-skinned Ultimate Image in half. Celia twisted her frame to increase the pressure, Dream gritting her perfect pearlies, the Psycho-iatrist ringing every ounce of pain from the hold.
Castle sank to a knee in front of the mewling legend, asking Lisa if she wanted to give up her chance at tag gold for sweet relief. Lisa forcefully shook her head and Celia took the opportunity to twist the knife deeper in the shape of an impaling elbow to Dream’s stretched right side.
Desperation growing, Lisa pivoted as best she can, finally within range of reaching her extended arm with grasping range of the ropes. Snatching the top, she cried out for release. Surprisingly, the good doctor did so almost instantly, but then shot a punt into the exposed set of ribs, forcing the groaning Dream to genuflect beside the cables, tightly hugging the middle strand under an arm.
The masochistic MD stepped back a few, raising her arms in innocence. Blassenville watched intently as Lisa pulled herself to vertical. The multi-fed icon shoved away from the cables, questionably swinging from left field with an ill-advised, far less than perfect Clothesline Celia easily ducked.
The bigger grappler collected the arm after the swing and miss and shot her near arm across the neck of the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection in a backhand grip, drawing Lisa into a momentary Dragon Sleeper. Celia promptly barrel rolled to her right and SPIKED Dream’s face into the deck with her signature Aversion Therapy.
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKziALYbBgs
Lisa flopped into a glassy-eyed spreadeagle, ripe for picking, but the Temptress disregarded the dish rag. Instead, she pushed to her feet and strolled to the Psy Ops corner where she nodded at a grinning Bex. “Revenge is good for the soul, my friend,” Celia prescribed, slapping the palm of the Camouflage Crusher and exchanging positions with her fellow champion.
Reaching The Dream as the other brunette made it to a seated position, dark eyes still glazed, Clayton helped herself to Lisa Legend, tugging the flaccid frame of the Ultimate Image to a wobbling stance. Trusting in The Dream’s determination, Clayton Irish Whipped Lisa on her way and the challenger remained upright long enough to rebound out of the ropes. Becky surged toward her clueless adversary and nearly removes head from shoulders with the biggest of Big Boots!
The back of Dream’s skull bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood with enough force she’s left in a shellshocked seat before fainting back to the canvas, left in a lifeless starfish.
The One-Woman Army hovered in a standing straddle of her demolished foe. She turned toward the Dream Team corner.
“You better stay outside, kid.” Becky threatens. “Or we might just grant you a rematch you don’t want.”
Threatening Miss Mustang with another title shot at March to War wasn’t just an unorthodox warning, it was the height of arrogance, Clayton knowing without a shadow of a doubt this match was all over but the shouting of some brain-dead Dreamophiles, foolishly maintaining their belief in Lisa Legend.
Clayton looked down at the motionless Dream and planted an Army boot on the modest chest of the dozing Dream. Nick dropped to all fours and consecrated another Psy Ops triumph with his…
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With only one foot to shove off, the Ultimate Image managed, albeit barely.
Off balance for a split second, the BFG caught herself and stomped Dream a half dozen times as punishment. With Lisa properly subdued, Becky strolled to the Dream Team side of town, Crofton wisely backing away as best she could while remaining on the apron. Clayton took a less than playful swipe, the FAWNatics booing her bullying of the Lone Star Girl.
With a grinning Bex feeling awfully comfortable, the One-Woman Army was surprised by a lightning step forward from Crofton and a THWACKING slap of Clayton’s cheek. Becky played calm but when Heather wandered within range, Clayton’s hands shot forward and buried themselves in the golden locks of the Yellow Rose. In turn, Crofton’s hands found Bex’s battle braid.
Suddenly it’s a tug of war Clayton was quickly winning. At least until Heather cupped her hands behind Becky’s braincase, drew her neck over the top cable and dropped to the floor, Crofton hot-shotting the throat of the Camouflage Crusher across the rubber-coated steel.
Clayton whiplashed into a U-turn, a wheezing Becky grasping at her neck, only to find Lisa Legend waiting for her foe. Not in perfect shape, Lisa remained perfect enough to leap and lay out, having grabbed Becky around the noggin, then delivering a ring-rattling Dreamy Cutter to the One-Woman Army.
DREAMY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqS3r7-LsPw
Spent, The Dream nevertheless made the crown of her head a snowplow. She buried it into the shoulder of a gobsmacked Becky and edged forward, rolling the BFG to her back, then flopping across her foe in a Lateral Press for the…
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Lisa hadn't hooked the far leg and paid for it here as Clayton kicked out with a half second to spare, the flattened powerhouse still showing a great deal of life for someone that'd been dropped on her face.
Beside her, Dream shuffled to one knee and smoothed back her hair with both hands, the veteran breathing deep as she tried to keep an awful combination of aches, pains, and frustration from overwhelming her perfect senses. “Over here, Lis!” Heather was back on the apron and pounding the top turnbuckle with one hand to rally the crowd to their cause. “Let me put some work in on her!”
Lisa nodded as she filled her hands with Clayton's braid. “I'll serve her up momentarily, Heather.” the brunette replied. “I just need to chastise the good soldier for her bad manners.”
On her feet shortly thereafter, the Ultimate Image tucked Bex's head beneath her left arm, then reached down and snagged the champ's left leg behind the knee to haul it off the mat in a snug cradle. With her hooks sank deep and any number of Perfect Odes on the way, Lisa gathered her strength and hoisted her fellow former World Champ into the ai—NOT YET!
Clayton might've been hooked but she was far from helpless as evidenced by the flurry of punches she unleashed on the Dream's left flank! The last one landed just above Lisa's hip, earning a boozy shout of pain from the challenger and a safe return to the canvas for the BFG. Wrenching her way free of Dream's grasp, Becky straightened up and—CRACK! Perfection Personified tagged her with a huge open-palmed shot, then grabbed another double handful of hair and—THWHUNK! Clayton surged forward, the Destroyer just smashing Dream between the eyes with a Headbutt that made the FAWNatics groan and Heather go pale.
Lisa's legs turned to rubber and she wheeled around toward Crofton with one hand extended in the blonde's direction. The Girl From Grapevine reached for it without a moment's thought, alas Dream had only made it a step or two when Clayton slipped an arm between her thighs and cupped a hand across her chin. A little bit of lifting was all it took to get the white-clad lovely stretched out across Bex's brawny shoulders in a downright hellacious Torture Rack! No showing off for the cameras now, Clayton was nothing but furious, spine-wrenching business as she moved to the center of the squared circle, her each jouncing step designed to put more pressure on Lisa's poor back.
“You make me fucking sick, Dream.” Becky sneered over the 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chants. “Your whole career is nothing but a catalog of miserable, shitty behavior and yet these idiots are cheering you on thanks to a color change and a flimsy skir—NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lisa couldn't escape the hold so she made Clayton pay for her ferocity by pounding several short, awkward punches into the side of her attacker's skull. The bouncing didn't stop, but the strain on her back eased enough to encourage her to keep throwing hands—Bex twisted her left shoulder all the way forward, then snapped back the other way to fling Dream around in front, the infuriated Camouflage Crusher catching her longtime rival 'round the upper thighs in mid-descent to THA-WHAM her against the deck with a Powerbomb! Lisa exploded into a limp-limbed sprawl and was immediately folded into a stern Matchbook, Clayton wedging her shoulders into the pits of Dream's knees to keep her glued down for...
TORTURE RACK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPTb16g41qw
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Credit Heather Crofton with a gorgeous diving save from outta nowhere, the Yellow Rose THWHUMPING a Double Axehandle into the base of Becky's skull at the last possible second!
On her feet with hands raised the instant she broke up the pin, Heather retreated to the challenger's corner while making sure to keep Castle between herself and the increasingly furious Clayton. She'd just stepped out onto the apron when it occurred to her that Celia hadn't made her presence felt during the last skirmish. Frowning, she looked toward the Psy Ops corner and—THWHAP!
Celia, who'd quietly hopped down from the apron the moment Heather interrupted the pin, lunged around the corner and pounded a vicious Forearm Smash against the small of the blonde's back! Crofton cried out and grabbed hold of the ropes for support, though it wasn't enough to keep her anchored in place when Blassenville grabbed hold of her legs and set the Girl From Grapevine onto her shoulders in an Electric Chair! Taking a few steps backward, the Temptress put her hands to Heather's buns and pushed up and forward while she dipped her head to toss the blonde down in a short descent that ended with Crofton's forehead THWHUNKING against the apron!
Miss Mustang should've slopped to the floor then and there, but Blassenville grabbed her by trunks and tresses and pointed her toward a corner where two guardrails met. Offering nothing more than a knowing smile as a warning, Celia rushed the barricade with Heather in tow and hurled her at it full force, the discombobulated lightweight leaving her feet to BUH-WHAM! back-first into the uncaring barrier! Crofton went down in a smoldering heap, much to the appreciation of the smirking Temptress.
Brushing some invisible dust from hands, Blassenville turned around and started back to the Psy Ops side of town. She was about to round the corner when a weary voice called after her, “Hey, ass-butt! We're not done yet.”
Celia stopped, glanced over her shoulder, then looked to the squared circle to ensure Dream wasn't in the midst of a miraculous return. She needn't have worried, Rebecca had drawn the poor delusional idiot into a Bear Hug and was actively reducing her ribs to so much gristle and gravel. Shifting her attention back to Heather, who had miraculously returned to verticality even if she was slumped against the displaced guardrail, Celia turned around and headed back to the scene of the crime. “You've picked up some bad habits, Ms. Crofton.” she murmured. “Apparently I'll have to beat them out of you.”
“Juuuuhhh...just like Becky picked up some bad habits from you. But Lisa can handle her, that leaves me to deal with you.”
Celia laughed aloud without ever breaking her stride. “Oh dear, Lisa's madness really is contag—”SPLOOSH! was followed by dead silence as just about everyone in the floor seats sucked in their breath when Heather grabbed one of the giant-ass FAWN commemorative cups and hurled the contents into Blassenville's face!
As shocked as everyone else over what she'd just done, Crofton still found the sass to chirp, “Root beer looks good on you! Want to see if I can find some nachos to go HHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Celia exploded forward and BURIED a Kneelift in Heather's ribs to drive her and the barricade back another foot or more! Swiping soda off her face while Crofton clung to the barricade with everything she had left, Blassenville backhanded the blonde across the mouth and said, “This is all Dream's doing. Remember that when you wake up in the hospital.” No answer from Heather so she backed off and charged forward again, the Temptress lowering her shoulder in a devilish attempt to drive Heather clear through the guardra—BWAM-CRASH! Miss Mustang spun aside at the last possible second, leaving Celia to smash into the steel with more than enough force to knock the whole section over! She and Heather went down with it, redhead and blonde just as destroyed as the poor barricade, if not more so.
Back in the ring, Becky Clayton ground her knotted fists against the small of Lisa's back and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Dreamy challenger up onto tiptoes right about the time Heather grabbed Celia a drink. Oblivious to the outside goings on, Bex poured it on with the Bear Hug and was delighted to hear Lisa's groan of breathless anguish. “Say it.” she ordered the Ultimate Image. “Not to him, to me. Say it or I swear I'll put you on the shelf for a LONG time.”
Lisa shook her head 'no' and stopped trying to worm her arms beneath Clayton's coil. Instead she wedged the heel of one palm against the other brunette's cheek and tried to push her head back at a sharp angle. “Nuuuuhhhh...NO!” she moaned. “You've done terrible things, Rebecca! Tonight's the night you finally atoNNAAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAHHH!”
Bex shook the slender wrestler like a terrier shakes a rat, the Camouflage Crusher clearly happy to torture Lisa until she got exactly what she wanted. “You don't get to talk to me about atonement, understand?” Clayton hissed when the shaking subsided. “You're the single most arrogant human being I've ever encountered. I could try for a hundred years and I'd still never manage to catch up on all the shitty, awful things you've done to the people around NGH!”
Damned near floating from the lightheadedness, Lisa stretched her arms out wide, then brought them together to SMACK the insides of her forearms against Clayton's ears in a Bell Ringer! One didn't get the job done so the Ultimate Image tried it a second, third, and fourth time before her arms finally fell to her sides. “Aye....ayyy.... I'm at least trying to atone, Rebecca.” she huffed to the pitiless Peacekeeper. “Which is more than I can say for NNNGGGGHHHH!”
Bex abruptly slid the Hug south of Dream's glutes, all the better to hoist her straight up and then DOWN, Lisa almost overcome with nausea by the force of Clayton's knee colliding with her crotch! Abandoning the Hug entirely to hold the brunette up by a handful of sweat-soaked hair, the BFG put her forehead to the Dream's and murmured, “Don't you get it, Lisa? Beating the piss out of you is atonement.”
On that note she let loose and ran the ropes, Becky building up a hellacious head of steam as she bounced out hurtled toward Lisa with her right arm drawn back for a clavicle-crushing Lari—Lisa's legs gave out and she crumpled to one knee, avoiding the knock-out shot by the slimmest of margins! Bex slammed on the brakes and wheeled around, the Camouflage Crusher lining up a short-range Clothesline for the base of Dream's sku—“Ooooofffhh!”
The Ultimate Image stuck Clayton in the gut with a Back Kick that stopped the Destroyer just long enough for Lisa to turn and face her rival. Another Clothesline attempt followed and this time Dream dipped beneath the exposed limb while simultaneously catching hold of Becky's wrist. Back to back with the champ, Dream hooked her right hand over Clayton's chin and kicked her right leg up as high as it would go only to whip it backward while dropping forward onto her stomach. The result was an inversion of the classic Day Dreamer, Clayton torn off her feet to THWHAM down onto the back of her head and shoulders!
INVERTED DAY DREAMER @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU
The force of it tumbled Becky onto her belly where the FAWNatics hoped she'd stay long enough for Lisa to try for a pin. Imagine their disappointment and disgust when the One Woman Army fought to all fours while Dream was rising to one knee! At the moment there was nothing Lisa Dream wanted more than to tag Heather, but a glance toward both corners gave no sign of the Yellow Rose or the Temptress, so the Personification of Perfection dipped into reserves she didn't know she possessed to beat Clayton back to vertical. Without really thinking about it, she rushed the strands on Becky's six and rushed back as the powerhouse was returning to her full hei—Lisa leapt up and landed astride Clayton's shoulders, her ankles crossing tight atop the other woman's chest. Just like that she popped her hips and flipped backward, Lisa once again coming down on her tummy while Becky was turned inside out courtesy of a Dream Driver that THAWHONKED her down on the crown of her skull!
DREAM DRIVER @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqG2kDSuTXk
A deafening cacophony from the other side of the guardrail as the exhausted brunette dropped a graceless Butt Bomb onto Bex's chest, Lisa leaning forward so she could hook the champ's legs behind the knees and then leeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaan all the way back for a Reverse Matchbook that had the whole place counting along for the...
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Incredulity and disappointment when Clayton got both hands against Lisa's perfect haunches and shoved her clear with a whisper to spare!
Stifling a moan of despair behind two knotted fists, the Dream pounded the canvas once, twice, three times, then grabbed a double handful of hair as she was getting to her feet. Wedging Becky's head between her thighs, Lisa earned cheers, followed by murmurs of confusion when she leaned forward to collect Clayton's arms for the Fallen Angel, only to drop them after a split-second's thought.
But(t) all became clear to the Dreamophiles when their heroine pivoted toward the hard camera and helped herself to the champ's camouflage bottoms! The wedgie that followed earned a thunderous ovation yet that was only a taste of things to come. The real noise started when Lisa flattened her hands into paddles and busted out a beat from her bad old days, one that was gone from the charts but not from their cheeks. Yes indeed friends and neighbors, the Bittersweet Symphony was playing right now on some glutes near you as Becky Clayton discovered when Dream went to work on her butt with a bouncy Bossa Nova beat! It started slow but got faster soon enough as Lisa found her rhythm and sped up the pace, the Living Legend quite literally clapping cheeks that went from tan, to pink, to red beneath her percussive palms!
Dream kept at it until her forearms started to ache, then she powered through another ten seconds before she collected Clayton's arms in a Double Underhook, then leaned forward and cupped her hands around the brunette's inner thighs, just above the knee. Another roar from the throng sent a chill down Lisa's spine, one that transformed into divine relief when she spotted Heather clambering onto the apron in the challenger's corner!
“Guuuuhhhh....get her up, coach!” the Girl From Grapevine implored. “Get her up and keep her there!”
Dream had no idea what Crofton had in mind, but she nodded, gathered her strength and hoisted Bex up into the stall position for the Fallen Angel! Seeing Heather climbing into the high rent district, Lisa turned in that direction and took a few steps forward. “Whatever you've doing Heather, do it quick!” Lisa called out. “I can't hold her for too—”
Heather leapt into the lights with both knees pulled up to her chest so she could STOMP down on those defenseless buns with every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds! Lisa dropped to a seat in time with the impact, a short, sharp descent that THAWHUNKED the crown of Clayton's skull into the canvas!
FALLEN STAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gxF8JurvB4
Bex tumbled away in an insensate sprawl and did not protest when Lisa splashed down atop her in a Lateral Press. Nor did Nick Castle object when Heather hurled herself onto Lisa to reinforce their efforts, he merely dove in beside the action and led the whole arena in counting...
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Heather bounded upright and shrieked with joy while Lisa only flopped off the Camouflage Crusher and looked up into the overhead lights. She would've happily stayed there for hours if Heather hadn't dropped down next to her and dragged the veteran to a seat right about the time the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FAWN Tag Team Champions, HEATHER CROFTON AND LISA DREAM... THE DREAM TEAM!”
With a furious, late-arriving Celia slipping under the ropes, the champs dual butt-scooted their way clear of Becky’s motionless body, letting the doctor tend to a new patient.
Happy to meet the arriving gold halfway, Lisa and Heather rolled out under the ropes and accepted the belts hard cam-side of the squared circle. Castle wedged his way between the blonde approaching the prime of her career and the legendary brunette perhaps writing a glorious final chapter to hers. He grabbed the wrist of each available arm and lifted them high to an ear-splitting ovation, Dreamophiles and Rangers combining to a wall of sound filling the arena.
Inside the squared circle, Blassenville’s work on Bex brought the defeated One-Woman Army back to coherence and a livid Clayton slapped the canvas. She tried to rise, but dropped back to her ass, the Fallen Star enough to keep her dizzied and under Celia’s care.
As Castle departed, Lisa and Heather turned and surrounded each other in a huge embrace of excitement and relief, Crofton proving herself and Dream doing it one more time.
“I love you, Lis,” the Yellow Rose gushed, and a teary-eyed Dream, realizing like never before the hard work of claiming a new life was worth it, choked down the lump in her throat before returning the affection.
“Love you too, perfect partner.”
The water works open wide for Heather as the women leaned their foreheads against one another.
“That means more than this belt.” Crofton wept. “But we’ve got so much more to do.”
“We do, kiddo. We do.”
The Dream Team confirmed the former champs still struggle to rise, remaining no threat, before rotating their gaze to every corner of the arena, then finally turning back to the hard cam and raising their prized possessions aloft once more.
Both a perfect ending AND a perfect beginning.
The fight proved so compelling Bethany Christian and the FAWNatics needed more, and so over the intervening months, singles matches between Heather and Cassava, then Lisa and Kylie stoked the rivalry further.
Unfortunately for the Yellow Rose and the Ultimate Image, they were both on the losing end of revenge gained by both the Bootie and the Cutie.
But fortune can be a funny thing, and in sticking up for what was right and true over those otherwise disappointing months and saving Greater Good from the post-match wrath of the seemingly forever Tag Champions, they found their way back to Celia and Becky quicker than they ever imagined.
Behind the curtain, the team many still considered a peculiar pairing, readies for an encore attempt at lifting the titles from the devastating destroyers.
The blonde ingenue and Lisa Legend bounced anxiously, waiting for their call, waiting for their second chance to take down the figurative Goliaths of the division.
Crofton smiled nervously at her partner. Lisa nodded at the junior member of the challengers.
“Pressure is a privilege, kid. We don’t want to be anywhere else. We want to be the ones to take these women down. We want IT more than them.”
As the buzzing in the crowd grew, the guileless youngster gave the reformed icon an embrace and, when her partner’s infamous accompaniment filled the darkened arena, the Lone Star Girl and the Personification of Perfection pushed through the curtains and set themselves center stage.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk
A single spot broke the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rose in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon was illuminated. The noise grew to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joined Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomed Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain and Lisa echoing the Girl from Grapevine’s excitement, pumping her fist, drawing the Dreamophiles into a further frenzy.
The Dream proved a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt made her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find salvation in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamers in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs were finally in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads were in white as well.
Next to her, the flaxen-haired Texan pleaded with The Dream to take the lead, but Lisa directed the youngster on her way, motioning for the surging superstar to take point.
Crofton headed for battle in her increasingly familiar 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)
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
The Dream marched down the ramp and aisle on her teammate’s six, sending chills down the spine of every long-time FAWNatic who could hardly believe they’re screaming their lungs out for the formerly vindictive vixen.
Each challenger offered their palms to the masses on the way, Heather looking more comfortable with the love showered upon them, but The Dream growing more relaxed with every passing month.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allowed Heather to be her ambassador, the Lone Star Girl taking a lap around the squared circle. Crofton’s hand connects with every offered her, the youngster even stopping for a hug or two.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascended the ring steps, halted for a long look, then slipped through the ropes. She waited in her corner until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they moved to the middle and bowed to the exalting crowd.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone, Dream and her protege moved to their home corner. As Lisa’s music faded, the Announcer took on his duties.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS. Introducing first. At a combined weight of two hundred and forty-five pounds, THE CHALLENGERS…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 shared a high five. The Yellow Rose turned her attention back to the fans while Lisa’s gaze moved to the stage and the arrival of two women who deserved their karma more than anyone she could imagine. And tonight, she and the kid would be delivering it in mass quantities.
Senior Official Nick Castle was in the midst of checking Heather's knee-pads when the mood went from delighted to dire thanks to nothing more than slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
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 side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd brought rack and ruin to the whole of the Tag Division, including the women waiting in the ring. The former Howling Commandos greeted their traitorous leader with dismay, disgust and disappointment, the cacophony of their collective distress even louder than the love they'd heaped upon the Dreamy Duo.
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 cheer Clayton stomping on any good girls foolish enough to cross her path. And you couldn't really blame them, considering her battle gear. For tonight's exercise against Lisa and her pet moppet, she wore a cold gray, 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.
Beside her, the Crimson Cagliostro 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.
Bex's eyes narrowed slightly as she mulled the question. “Crofton's just collateral, one more name ruined by the arrogant shit. You can try to fix her if you want, Doc. Dream though, she's mine. And there's no fixing her. So it's time I put her out of her misery.” Baring her teeth in a hard smile, 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!”
The boos got louder, which only ensured Clayton raised her belt all the higher as dual Destroyers tromped up the steel steps and slipped through the ropes. Unfazed by the presence of the challengers, Bex strolled to center ring and might've gone right to the Dream Team's corner if Nick hadn't stepped in her way at the last moment. Celia kept her distance, though her eyes were everywhere at once, the Mistress of Puppets intrigued by the clamor of all white mice on this particular evening.
A brief murmur of conversation between the champions after the bell was all it took to send Clayton out onto the apron and Blassenville forward to the center of the ring. Just the sight of the Temptress was enough to get Lisa out of the buckles, though she'd only made it a couple steps when Heather darted after her and grabbed the brunette by the wrist. “Take a deep breath, Lis.” Crofton said quietly. “I can start us off just fine.”
Dream frowned as she turned her attention to the blonde. “You're not ready, Heath--”
“Yes. I am.” the Texan replied. “And even if I'm not, the only way I'm going to get there is by trying, right?”
“This is Celia we're talking about.” Lisa explained. “She's not one to--”
“I know. And she's in your head. That's why I should start us off tonight.”
The Ultimate Image opened her mouth to respond, then closed it with an audible 'clack' of teeth on teeth. After a deep sigh she pulled her eyes away from the redhead and nodded to Heather. “You're right.” she agreed. “But be careful, Heather. With Celia there's always more than a match to lose.”
“I will. You grab a seat and keep that tag rope at hand, I'll bring you a present sooner than later.”
Dream murmured assent and strode back to the challengers' corner to leave Heather alone against the Mistress of Puppets.
Though seemingly unfazed by her opponents discussion, Blassenville couldn't help but frown ever so slightly when Crofton headed out to engage. “Your faith in her is really quite astounding, Ms. Crofton. Every available metric suggests she'll betray you in the most distressing fashion imaginable and yet NGH!”
Heather got a delighted 'WOO!' from the crowd when she drew her right hand back to her left shoulder and CRACKED a stiff Knife-Edge Chop across Celia's chest!
“I didn't come here to talk.” Crofton told the champ as she shook the tingle from her choppin' hand. “I came here to take those tag titles.”
Celia, who'd grimaced at the impact but not ceded so much as a step, snorted softly and replied, “I've found that intentions very rarely match outcomes. Still, your enthusiasm is impressive and on any other night I'd be happy to reward it, but at the moment I'd prefer to save my energy for your delusional patron. Thankfully I know a certain Camouflage Crusher that would be happy to indulge your most self-destructive urges.” With that she turned and strolled toward the Psy Ops corner with a lack of urgency that earned loud boos from those assemb—THWHAP!
Not about to allow such brazen disrespect even from a dangerous weirdo like Celia Blassenville, Heather rushed after the redhead and took to the skies with a Dropkick that landed squarely between the taller woman's shoulders!
Celia stumbled, caught her balance and straightened up before casting a baleful backwards glance at her adversary. “Attacking from behind, Ms. Crofton? Seems the real Lisa Dream's influence is closer than you realize.”
“She's not the one turning her back in an active match.” Crofton snapped. “If you're dumb enough to do that, you get what you deserve!”
“Such an inspiring example she's set for you.” Celia noted. “Still, I'm afraid that's your only warning.”
“Turn your back and I'll do it again.” Heather promised. “See if I don't!”
“Aggression and cowardice are a dangerous mix, Ms. Crofton. Learning this information firsthand could prove quite costly.” Blassenville returned her attention to the corner and—'OOOHHHHH!' from the crowd when Heather rushed in and hopped up to THWHAP a Forearm Smash across the base of her opponent's skull!
Celia didn't go down but that was fine, Heather hooked her right arm in a Half Nelson and pushed forward, forcing the redhead to lean over so the smaller wrestler could unleash several more heavy shots across the back of her head and shoulders! Aware that the Temptress was soaking her shots with an ease that would've been unnerving if she wasn't already throwing hands, Crofton relinquished the Half Nelson just to crook both hands into talons that she proceeded to raaaaaaake down the taller woman's back! Celia yelped, straightened up and ate a second Dropkick between the shoulders, this one strong enough to send her to within easy reach of the Peacekeeper.
“The moppet's certainly in a mood tonight, isn't she, Doc?” Clayton chuckled. “You want me to take her off your hands for a while?”
Celia straightened up, rolled her shoulder and turned around to face the blonde, who was now beckoning the Destroyer to 'bring it!' with both hands. “I'll hand her off to you soon enough, Rebecca. In the interim I have to remind Ms. Crofton that I do not reward bad behavior.”
“You haven't seen bad yet, jerk!” Heather taunted. “But you will! Just as soon as you work up the guts to come out here and—”
Blassenville exploded out of the corner for a Collar & Elbow that would've forced Crofton back to mid-ring if the Texan hadn't dipped beneath it at the last second! Once again gifted Celia's back (albeit for a much smaller window this time), Heather joined her hands into a single fist and rushed in to THWHUMP a Double Axehandle against the nape of her foe's neck. Blassenville snarled and lashed out with a Back Elbow that the Texan dipped under en route to running the ropes directly ahead of her adversary. Shooting out of the strands half a heartbeat before Celia clocked her location, Crofton hit the afterburners just to leave her feet for a Dropkick that caught the Temptress flush on the chin!
Now Celia did cede a few steps but she still didn't go down so Heather hopped up and returned to the ropes she'd just vacated. Blassenville's arms were still windmilling when the Girl From Grapevine THWHAPPED her across the chest with a hard Clothesli—A snarling Celia flicked out one hand to CRACK the blonde across the mouth with a stern Bitch Slap!
“Who do you think you are, Ms. Crofton?” Blassenville growled. “All the posturing in the world won't make you Lisa's equal and it certainly won't make you her friend. You're just the next Sierra Mi—” CRAAACK!
A giddy roar of delight from the anything but Heartbroken throng when Heather reared back and tagged Celia's mouth with a slap of her own! Even Becky looked incredulously amused, though her expression was more akin to that of a witness of some horrible industrial accident in the moments before calamity struck.
“That's where you're wrong, punk!” Heather bellowed over the din of the crowd. “I'm one half of the next Tag Team ChampioHHRRRGGGHH!”
Celia clamped both hands around the lightweight's throat and lifted her into the air with all the strain of someone hoisting a collection of plastic bags! “Hear me, and hear me well you insolent bit of nothing.” she growled to the wide-eyed blonde. “If you're going to parrot Lisa's arrogance you damned well better possess every bit of her skillNNGGGHH!” Heather grabbed hold of the redhead's forearms and used them as sort of a pull-up bar so she could drive both knees into the Destroyer's chest!
Celia dropped Heather on instinct and Crofton made the most of it by rushing the ropes behind the startled champion. No ground assault this time, Heather leapt onto the second strand and bounced back the way she'd came, the Texan drawing both knees up to her chest to ensure even more 'oomph' when she THWHAPPED a huge Dropkick into the redhead's left thigh! Blassenville went down on one knee to the delight of anyone not named Becky Clayton, not that Crofton paused to relish in the applause. Rather she did an about face and ran the ropes she'd so recently used to bring the Red Menace to heel.
She was picking up speed when Celia straightened up and surged forward to drive a shoulder into the pit of the challenger's stomach! No Spear this, Blassenville set both hands against the other wrestler's upper thighs and straightened up while simultaneously pushing her arms high overhead! Heather shot up into the lights, the Girl From Grapevine seeming to disappear in the glare of the overheads. The FAWNatics might've lost track of her but Blassenville did not, indeed she got a hand against the small of Crofton's back as she came back down and the Mistress of Puppets accelerated her descent with a single violent push! Groans all around as Heather THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest, and belly, the force of it more than enough to bounce Lisa's protege onto her knees.
“So you want to be a champion, Ms. Crofton?” Blassenville murmured. “Then it's time you endured a proper crucible.”
Catching a double handful of Crofton's hair, Celia jerked the Texan's head back only to tug it forward when she surged in and delivered a Kneelift between the eyes! Heather grunted and crumpled to all fours in front of the resurgent Temptress. She was still trying to clear her head when Blassenville leaned over and cinched both arms around the younger woman's midsection. Digging her clasped hands into the pit of Heather's stomach, Celia muscled the penitent grappler into the air and slung her toward the Psy Ops corner with a Gutwrench Toss that splattered Crofton against the deck.
GUTWRENCH TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RKYUEMcXJs
“This is all on you, of course.” Blassenville told Dream as she took a moment to adjust her togs in the aftermath of Heather's nasty landing. “Just another bit of collateral damage sacrificed to the voracious furnace of your 'perfect' ego.”
Lisa bristled at the observation and gripped the top rope with both hands, the former World Champion well aware that any rash interference on her part would only cause more trouble for Heather. Pleased to see Dream had enough self-awareness to maintain her current position, Celia tromped over to Crofton, grabbed a huge handful of hair and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagedher across the canvas cavewoman-style to TAG Clayton into the proceedings for the first time that evening!
As Bex steps through the ropes, noticeable in her lack of absence was the good doctor. Together, they tugged the beloved blonde to her feet with handfuls of hair. With Heather’s back to the Psy Ops’ buckles, Miss Mustang swung her arms up and broke loose from both grips.
Pivoting, she pounded her right forearm into Celia’s jaw, then did the same to Clayton’s. One hardly changes the expression of the larger women, but two had them taking a step back and three set them wobbling.
Crofton quickly spun and scurried up the buckles. She turned to face the dominating duo and leapt headlong in a Crossbody block of both, determined to take champs off their feet.
Unfortunately, determination only took Heather so far and Psy Ops caught the blonde across their chests. The condescending champs carried the squirming Yellow Rose just in front of the ropes facing the hard cam. They plug in a stereo Fallaway Slam that sent Heather flying over then rolling across the ring in spectacular fashion, ending in a demolished puddle.
On the sidelines, Lisa complained bitterly about the double-team and a cheery wave from a rising Blassenville proved all she could take. Dream bounced over the cables and rushed at the redhead but was intercepted by Castle.
With Lisa furiously swinging her arms over Nick’s shoulders but safely within his grasp, Celia winked at the raging Dream while Becky offered a One Woman Army-approved middle finger. They each turned and collected the splattered Heather, pulling the Girl From Grapevine to rubbery legs. Slipping their heads under Crofton’s limp arms and grasping yellow spandex on either hip, the twosome effortlessly launched Heather high, holding her in a stalled Vertical Suplex.
Dream pleaded for Castle to turn around, but he’s busy pushing the Ultimate Image back to her station. Across the ring, Celia and Becky continued to let the blood rush to Heather’s head, the crowd tiring of their lengthy count. Only when Lisa angrily dipped out of the ring did the champs send the Lone Star Girl plummeting to the canvas, the ring rattling with the force of Heather’s landing.
Castle spun to see the vile MD heading for the exit and Clayton covering the splayed blonde.
FAWN’s lead official dove next to the pin and slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Crofton kicked out, ending on her side, eyes glazed.
On her haunches next to the surviving Yellow Rose, Clayton shrugged.
“I can beat you down for the rest of the night. Keep these people here until they close the place.”
The Camouflage Crusher pulled the limp Heather to her feet by a wrist. Suddenly, Crofton burst to life, pushing back from Becky a step and launching a kick at the brunette's temple. A wide-eyed Clayton had the reflexes to duck under the surprise counter. Still in possession of the wrist, Clayton had neatly threaded the arm of the Lone Star Girl between her foe’s legs.
Pumphandle forged, the GI reached over Heather’s left shoulder and hurled the smaller fighter up her frame, catching Crofton over her right shoulder before depositing Heather back to earth with a Pumphandle Slam.
PUMPHANDLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=prCQXh2pSIk
The battered Yellow Rose, spreadeagled at the feet of the One-Woman Army, twitched and fell still. A smirking Clayton placed a boot sole atop the softly swelling chest of the FAWN favorite and nodded along with Castle’s slaps of the canvas as Lisa shouted pleas to the gobsmacked Heather for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Crofton again shifted a shoulder off the deck, breaking the count, keeping the continued coronation of the overpowering champions at bay.
Bex seemed less than pleased, pounding stomp after stomp into every open body part of the blonde, Crofton writhing and covering as best she could as she’s thumped into a Fort Dix-sized mudhole by the tag titleholder.
Taking a respite, a huffing Becky turned to The Dream.
“You better give this little doll a bonus, Leesee. She’s taking the beating you so richly deserve.”
Dream looked past the insult down at her partner.
“C’mon, Heather,” she implored, standing on the bottom rope and stretching her arm as far as it’ll go. “Here!”
Crofton rolled to her chest, pushed up, and crawled toward her teammate until Clayton put the hammer down with a stomp to the base of the blonde’s spine that flattened the Yellow Rose. A sweat-greased Heather slid along the rough surface, Bex shaking her head.
“Poor deluded girl,” the GI scoffs. “You've really convinced her you aren't trash, haven't you?”
Returning a boot sole to the base of the blonde’s spine, Becky dipped and cupped her laced fingers beneath the chin of the Yellow Rose. The Destroyer-class badass YANKED back on Heather’s head and torso until the Girl from Grapevine’s spine curled to the point she’s staring toward the rafters, eyes welling with tears.
“Ask her.” Clayton demanded.
Castle did as he’s told, but Heather grunted a muffled ‘nmmmph’, Nick translated as a negative.
Removing her plant foot, Bex moved toward a crouching straddle of the Lone Star Girl. But before she could settle into a Camel Clutch, the persistent challenger, up to her hands and knees, put it in reverse to crawl out the back door!
As Becky spun with a Clothesline drawn to deck her risen foe, Crofton somersaulted along the canvas, well under her foe’s swing and miss. Heather popped out of her tumble and dove to the waiting hand of Lisa Legend, the crowd roaring in anticipation after the ‘SLAP’.
Dream didn't disappoint, bounding over the cables, straight into a sprint.
The Ultimate Image POUNDED a Double Axhandle blow to the cleft of Clayton’s bosom, knocking the startled champion to the mat. Becky scrambled to her feet but, Lisa’s already U-turned and was waiting with another, the New Yorker flattening the One-Woman Army.
Bex got up again, nearly as quickly, and was grabbed around her waist, Lisa pulling her larger foe in tight for a momentary Bear Hug. The embrace was only for time enough to lift Clayton a few inches off the mat and split the brunette’s wickets with a crotch-crunching Inverted Atomic Drop that left a pain wracked Becky knock-kneed and frozen.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTY0_rFR4mE
A skillful Dropkick to the chin from an ascending Dream left Becky horizontal. The legend skipped over the splayed Clayton. Hopping to the cables in front of her, feet landing on the middle rope as she momentarily grabbed the top, Lisa back-flipped into a perfect rendition of her Dreamysault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Dream’s taut, ivory-skinned body CRASHED across the chiseled midriff of the battered GI, Clayton jackknifing under the force of The Dream’s gut shot. As Becky melted to the deck from her ‘V’ shape, Lisa hooked a muscular stem as part of her Lateral Press, and hoped for the best through…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Camouflage Crusher forcefully shoved the smaller woman off her and up to Lisa’s haunches, a frustrated Dream punishing the champ’s fortitude with an echoing SLAP to Clayton’s abdomen. She grabbed Becky by the ears and ‘guided’ the huffing Clayton to stooped feet as she rose.
Dream inserted the lowered noggin of the One-Woman Army between her slender, sinewy thighs and clamped down in a Standing Headscissors. Lisa raised her flattened palms high, drawing a cheer of glee from the FAWNatics, the crowd clearly music lovers in need of the searing balm only a Bittersweet Symphony could provide.
The opening notes earned a rapturous reaction from the crowd, so starved were they for the music from Dream's older, badder days. Alas they only got to enjoy it for a moment before tragedy struck, Clayton bracing her hands against Lisa's upper thighs and straightening up with enough force to fling her fellow former World Champion up into the lights with an impromptu Back Body Drop! And yet disappointment proved as fleeting as delight, the latter supplanting the former when Dream adjusted in mid-air to come down on her feet directly behind the powerful brunette!
Racing for the ropes the instant she returned to terra firma, Lisa bounced out of the rubber-coated steel and shot back just in time to dip beneath the Big Boot tried to drive through the point of her chin! On to the opposite side after the near disaster, Dream returned faster than she'd left and took flight of her own accord, the lithesome legend leaping off her left foot to lash out with the right in a lovely Leg Lariat that THWHAPPED her flawless calf across the bridge of Clayton's nose like a baseball bat wrapped in velvet! Bex hit the deck flat on her back and Lisa was right there to fold her up in a snug Back Press that pointed the champ's buns into the rafters for a count of...
LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxN2e49rlCQ
ONE...
TWO...
The BFG shoved her away and sat up, Clayton pressing the heel of one palm against her forehead in an effort to clear it of the Dreamy deluge.
“Tag me in, coach! I'm ready!” Heather called from the challengers' side of town as Lisa hauled Becky upright with a double handful of braid.
Dream wasn't entirely sure her protege was recovered from the punishment Psy Ops had laid on her, but she wasn't about to ignore such enthusiasm so she switched over to a Wristlock and pumped a Kneelift into Clayton's belly before slinging her foe in Heather's direction. Heather saw the Destroyer approaching and wisely hopped off the apron just in case Bex had anything in the chamber, thankfully the Peacekeeper only swung around and slammed into the buckles with a loud BWUUUNG! Half a heartbeat passed and Lisa joined her, the white-clad brunette once again putting those legendary legs to excellent use as she whipped around on her left heel and THWHAPPED a Spinning Heel Kick across her opponent's face!
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYUqJHVXqXc
“Quick tags!” Dream told the Girl From Grapevine even as she slapped her palm. “We have to keep them both off balance!”
“I can do that!” Heather confirmed as she leapt into the high rent district. “Double her over for me, would ya?”
Lisa was more than happy to repay the double teaming her partner had endured earlier in the contest. She marched Clayton out of the corner and drove a quick Toe Kick into the other brunette's midsection to fold her up just as Heather requested. Clearing off just enough to get out of the blonde's way while also keeping a stern eye on the Temptress, Dream didn't actually see her partner come off the top rope, but she sure as hell heard it when Heather hooked her leg across the back of Becky's neck and THWHAMMED her down flat on her face courtesy a Diving Leg Drop Bulldog! Clayton bounced up and tumbled over onto her back whereupon Heather pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for a thunderous...
DIVING LEG DROP BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zwk9CE3pX0c
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
The Camouflage Crusher kicked out once more, though the seemingly effortless power of her previous escapes was conspicuous by its absence.
“Get that deluded reprobate out of the ring, Castle.” Blassenville demanded of Lisa, who was in fact about to dip out onto the apron.
Lisa paused for a moment, then continued through the strands and took possession of the tag rope all while keeping her eyes locked on Celia. She was still staring daggers at the redhead when Heather rushed over and tagged her back onto the field. “Want to try that thing we've been practicing?”
“Absolutely.”
No wasted motion from the challengers as Lisa rejoined the fray. She went straight to Clayton and scraped her off the canvas while Heather circled around on the Destroyer's six. With Bex caught between the two, Heather leapt skyward and THWHAPPED a Dropkick between the brunette's shoulders! Becky stumbled forward and was swept up by Lisa, who'd dipped low to catch the champ around the upper thighs. Then she shot up on tiptoes and went down on one knee, Dream once again brutalizing her rival's undercarriage with the second Inverted Atomic Drop of the night!
Clayton rocked back on unsteady heels, both hands pressed between her thighs as Lisa pivoted around so she was perpendicular to the groaning Destroyer. Blassenville had just enough time to call out a warning when Crofton flew in from behind, the Texan hopping up and snatching a double fistful of hair before dropping to her knees which in turn THWHUMPED Bex's tummy across Lisa's posted thigh in an impromptu Gutbuster!
Heather scrambled clear of the action while Clayton clambered to verticality, her attention divided between stomach and groin which meant her head was defenseless when Lisa leapt out of her crouch and hooked both hands across the champ's chin, the Divine Dream using every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds to THWHAM Clayton down on the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous (dare I say perfect?) Neckbreaker!
LEAPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4atypQzk5A
Nothing in that last sequence was considered a finisher by either of the challengers, not that that stopped the FAWNatics from cheering like they'd just witnessed an Avalanche Day Dreamer through a flaming table when Lisa stretched out across Becky's chest and hooked the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Celia came through the ropes despite Heather standing watch, but intervention proved unnecessary as the One Woman Army kicked out with half a second to spare!
“Back to your corner, Celia.” Castle admonished from his place beside the legal participants. “You too, Heather.” Glares were exchanged, yet no violence passed as both partners returned to their respective posts.
As for Lisa, she hooked Clayton by the shoulder-straps and hauled her to verticality only to switch over to a Wristlock that segued beautifully into an Irish Wh—NO! Dream let the tether run out just to haul her burden back in and THWHAP her jaw with a Back Elbow that stopped Becky on the spot! Spinning around to she was positioned directly to the other brunette's left, Lisa hooked her right arm around the back of Clayton's head so she could palm the former champ's noggin. In the same instant she kicked her right leg up and out, the Heartbroken revelers leaping out of their seats in anticipation of a Dream Drive— “RRRRGGGGHH!”
Bex curled her left arm around Lisa's head and raaaaaaaaaaaked her eyes to escape the dangerous predicament! Utterly ignoring the warning from Castle and the disgust of the crowd, Clayton pivoted around behind Lisa and dipped down to thread her right arm around the challenger's left thigh. Boosting Dream up onto her shoulders with an ease that was even more terrifying considering the abuse she'd just soaked, the BFG spun in a circle and stopped when she faced, not the hard cam, but Heather Crofton. With her hands hooked over Lisa's chin and thigh, the Camouflage Crusher didn't so much as blink when she hoisted Lisa directly overhead and then dropped to one knee, Clayton yanking a groan of sympathetic anguish from everyone in the arena when she THWHUMPED Lisa down across her knee in a gawdawful Backbreaker!
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuFr3nLP-Y0
Heather cringed along with them as Lisa slopped to the canvas in a jittering heap, but she didn't turn away. No, the Yellow Rose slapped the top turnbuckle with one hand and called, “It's gonna be ok, Lisa! They can't touch you!”
Becky, who'd ignored going for a cover in favor of tending to her accumulated aches, shook her head in disgust over Crofton's blind optimism. “Oh, kiddo.” she said softly. “It's like you're TRYING to piss me off.” Heather offered no comment, not that Bex would've paused to listen. She'd already filled her hands with Lisa's hair and pulled the Ultimate Image upright. Didn't stay there long though, Clayton booted her in the gut and welcomed her into a Standing Headscissors. Pivoting around so she faced the hard camera, Becky flipped up Lisa's skirt and made a point of inflicting a spiteful wedgie before she wrapped her arms around the smaller brunette's waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders for—THAWHAM! The One Woman Army slung her prey forward and down, Lisa damn near smashed through the canvas via the hellacious Powerbomb! Maintaining the Waistlock upon impact, Becky pressed in snug against those upturned haunches as she glared down into those insensate features while Castle counted off...
PINNING POWERBOMB @ 2:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehGT_z22z4c
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Dream twisted loose to land on her shoulder and hip, much to the delight of the crowd. Becky looked less thrilled, though her expression was anything but disappointed, especially after she hauled Lisa to boot-leather. An Irish Whip sent Dream hurtling into the Psy Ops corner where she managed to turn around just in time to watch Clayton CRUSH her against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash!
“I know you think you've fooled everyone.” she hissed in the smaller brunette's ear. “But I[/b] know you're still the same shitty human being you've always been. Which is why I'll never feel bad kicking your ass.”
Celia swatted her shoulder for a tag and asked, “Care to switch things up a little, Rebecca? Sweet Lisa's poor attitude has me thinking a trip to the top rope is necessary.”
“Yeah Doc, that sounds great.” Clayton scraped Lisa out of the buckles and backed off a few steps before doubling over and hooking her right arm around the Dream's waist. Scooping her up like the former World Champ was little more than a toddler, Becky swung back to the corner where Celia had earned considerable worry from the crowd by climbing to the top rope. Stood up straight shortly thereafter, the Crimson Cagliostro leapt from the heights and STOMPED down on her former patient's chest while Clayton dropped to one knee for an agonizing Backbreaker! Turned inside out by the devastating offense, Lisa offered no complaint when Blassenville shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for...
DOUBLE STOMP & BACKBREAKER @ 00:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ba9juaPNi8I
Dream, destroyed by the woman who once committed her to Orlando General’s version of the Funny Farm, laid dormant under the ravishing redhead for the…
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Not taking any chances, a charging Heather saved the day by diving into the Destroyer to break Castle’s count.
Nick chastized the Lone Star Girl, peeling the blonde off the pile. He started to chaperone the trespasser to the challengers’ corner when a risen Celia approached from Crofton’s six. She dipped and wrapped her arms around the lightly tanned midriff of the Texan. Cinching a Bear Hug in tight, she lifted a bug-eyed Heather off the canvas and rattled her foe from side to side like a toy.
Placing the bedraggled blonde’s boots back to the mat, the Crimson Cagliostro shifted beside the illegal entrant and embraced the rubbery, flaxen-haired fighter once more. Blassenville took a peek behind her and shifted herself and her cargo so a softly stirring Dream was behind them.
Celia then launched the Yellow Rose and splattered the Dream Team in a delectable heap, Heather the victim of a Backdrop Suplex directly atop her legendary teammate.
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nsy8sOnoec8
With the Girl From Grapevine making an ‘X’ in combination with the battered Lisa beneath, the ferocious physician dove atop both in a sandwiching pin of her dual challengers. It’s Dream on the bottom of the stack, so Castle saw no reason he shouldn’t count for the legal titleholder, slapping the mat beside the threesome for…
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Heather shot a shoulder up off her partner, allowing the double-decked Dream to take one of hers off the canvas, saving the Dream Team from a most embarrassing elimination.
With Crofton in ragged condition, Celia drew the beloved babyface up as she rose, then shoved her at Castle, the ref catching Heather’s arms above his.
“Get that sad little Stockholm Syndrome study out of here,” the doctor demanded. “While I tend to the engineer of Ms. Crofton's sad state.
Hands full, Castle carried the limp-legged Crofton to her corner. Meanwhile, Celia yanked the dilapidated Dream to her feet and snuggled next to Lisa’s side. With Dream stooped, Blassenville dropped her chest and abdomen perpendicular across the legend’s back, then slipped under the far arm, reefing back on the limb across her shoulders to secure an agonizing Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ey2U8tFbWgQ
Big Red pushed a palm into Lisa’s right hip while she drove Dream’s opposite side down across the plank of her upper leg, trying to rip the ivory-skinned Ultimate Image in half. Celia twisted her frame to increase the pressure, Dream gritting her perfect pearlies, the Psycho-iatrist ringing every ounce of pain from the hold.
Castle sank to a knee in front of the mewling legend, asking Lisa if she wanted to give up her chance at tag gold for sweet relief. Lisa forcefully shook her head and Celia took the opportunity to twist the knife deeper in the shape of an impaling elbow to Dream’s stretched right side.
Desperation growing, Lisa pivoted as best she can, finally within range of reaching her extended arm with grasping range of the ropes. Snatching the top, she cried out for release. Surprisingly, the good doctor did so almost instantly, but then shot a punt into the exposed set of ribs, forcing the groaning Dream to genuflect beside the cables, tightly hugging the middle strand under an arm.
The masochistic MD stepped back a few, raising her arms in innocence. Blassenville watched intently as Lisa pulled herself to vertical. The multi-fed icon shoved away from the cables, questionably swinging from left field with an ill-advised, far less than perfect Clothesline Celia easily ducked.
The bigger grappler collected the arm after the swing and miss and shot her near arm across the neck of the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection in a backhand grip, drawing Lisa into a momentary Dragon Sleeper. Celia promptly barrel rolled to her right and SPIKED Dream’s face into the deck with her signature Aversion Therapy.
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKziALYbBgs
Lisa flopped into a glassy-eyed spreadeagle, ripe for picking, but the Temptress disregarded the dish rag. Instead, she pushed to her feet and strolled to the Psy Ops corner where she nodded at a grinning Bex. “Revenge is good for the soul, my friend,” Celia prescribed, slapping the palm of the Camouflage Crusher and exchanging positions with her fellow champion.
Reaching The Dream as the other brunette made it to a seated position, dark eyes still glazed, Clayton helped herself to Lisa Legend, tugging the flaccid frame of the Ultimate Image to a wobbling stance. Trusting in The Dream’s determination, Clayton Irish Whipped Lisa on her way and the challenger remained upright long enough to rebound out of the ropes. Becky surged toward her clueless adversary and nearly removes head from shoulders with the biggest of Big Boots!
The back of Dream’s skull bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood with enough force she’s left in a shellshocked seat before fainting back to the canvas, left in a lifeless starfish.
The One-Woman Army hovered in a standing straddle of her demolished foe. She turned toward the Dream Team corner.
“You better stay outside, kid.” Becky threatens. “Or we might just grant you a rematch you don’t want.”
Threatening Miss Mustang with another title shot at March to War wasn’t just an unorthodox warning, it was the height of arrogance, Clayton knowing without a shadow of a doubt this match was all over but the shouting of some brain-dead Dreamophiles, foolishly maintaining their belief in Lisa Legend.
Clayton looked down at the motionless Dream and planted an Army boot on the modest chest of the dozing Dream. Nick dropped to all fours and consecrated another Psy Ops triumph with his…
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With only one foot to shove off, the Ultimate Image managed, albeit barely.
Off balance for a split second, the BFG caught herself and stomped Dream a half dozen times as punishment. With Lisa properly subdued, Becky strolled to the Dream Team side of town, Crofton wisely backing away as best she could while remaining on the apron. Clayton took a less than playful swipe, the FAWNatics booing her bullying of the Lone Star Girl.
With a grinning Bex feeling awfully comfortable, the One-Woman Army was surprised by a lightning step forward from Crofton and a THWACKING slap of Clayton’s cheek. Becky played calm but when Heather wandered within range, Clayton’s hands shot forward and buried themselves in the golden locks of the Yellow Rose. In turn, Crofton’s hands found Bex’s battle braid.
Suddenly it’s a tug of war Clayton was quickly winning. At least until Heather cupped her hands behind Becky’s braincase, drew her neck over the top cable and dropped to the floor, Crofton hot-shotting the throat of the Camouflage Crusher across the rubber-coated steel.
Clayton whiplashed into a U-turn, a wheezing Becky grasping at her neck, only to find Lisa Legend waiting for her foe. Not in perfect shape, Lisa remained perfect enough to leap and lay out, having grabbed Becky around the noggin, then delivering a ring-rattling Dreamy Cutter to the One-Woman Army.
DREAMY CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqS3r7-LsPw
Spent, The Dream nevertheless made the crown of her head a snowplow. She buried it into the shoulder of a gobsmacked Becky and edged forward, rolling the BFG to her back, then flopping across her foe in a Lateral Press for the…
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Lisa hadn't hooked the far leg and paid for it here as Clayton kicked out with a half second to spare, the flattened powerhouse still showing a great deal of life for someone that'd been dropped on her face.
Beside her, Dream shuffled to one knee and smoothed back her hair with both hands, the veteran breathing deep as she tried to keep an awful combination of aches, pains, and frustration from overwhelming her perfect senses. “Over here, Lis!” Heather was back on the apron and pounding the top turnbuckle with one hand to rally the crowd to their cause. “Let me put some work in on her!”
Lisa nodded as she filled her hands with Clayton's braid. “I'll serve her up momentarily, Heather.” the brunette replied. “I just need to chastise the good soldier for her bad manners.”
On her feet shortly thereafter, the Ultimate Image tucked Bex's head beneath her left arm, then reached down and snagged the champ's left leg behind the knee to haul it off the mat in a snug cradle. With her hooks sank deep and any number of Perfect Odes on the way, Lisa gathered her strength and hoisted her fellow former World Champ into the ai—NOT YET!
Clayton might've been hooked but she was far from helpless as evidenced by the flurry of punches she unleashed on the Dream's left flank! The last one landed just above Lisa's hip, earning a boozy shout of pain from the challenger and a safe return to the canvas for the BFG. Wrenching her way free of Dream's grasp, Becky straightened up and—CRACK! Perfection Personified tagged her with a huge open-palmed shot, then grabbed another double handful of hair and—THWHUNK! Clayton surged forward, the Destroyer just smashing Dream between the eyes with a Headbutt that made the FAWNatics groan and Heather go pale.
Lisa's legs turned to rubber and she wheeled around toward Crofton with one hand extended in the blonde's direction. The Girl From Grapevine reached for it without a moment's thought, alas Dream had only made it a step or two when Clayton slipped an arm between her thighs and cupped a hand across her chin. A little bit of lifting was all it took to get the white-clad lovely stretched out across Bex's brawny shoulders in a downright hellacious Torture Rack! No showing off for the cameras now, Clayton was nothing but furious, spine-wrenching business as she moved to the center of the squared circle, her each jouncing step designed to put more pressure on Lisa's poor back.
“You make me fucking sick, Dream.” Becky sneered over the 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chants. “Your whole career is nothing but a catalog of miserable, shitty behavior and yet these idiots are cheering you on thanks to a color change and a flimsy skir—NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lisa couldn't escape the hold so she made Clayton pay for her ferocity by pounding several short, awkward punches into the side of her attacker's skull. The bouncing didn't stop, but the strain on her back eased enough to encourage her to keep throwing hands—Bex twisted her left shoulder all the way forward, then snapped back the other way to fling Dream around in front, the infuriated Camouflage Crusher catching her longtime rival 'round the upper thighs in mid-descent to THA-WHAM her against the deck with a Powerbomb! Lisa exploded into a limp-limbed sprawl and was immediately folded into a stern Matchbook, Clayton wedging her shoulders into the pits of Dream's knees to keep her glued down for...
TORTURE RACK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPTb16g41qw
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Credit Heather Crofton with a gorgeous diving save from outta nowhere, the Yellow Rose THWHUMPING a Double Axehandle into the base of Becky's skull at the last possible second!
On her feet with hands raised the instant she broke up the pin, Heather retreated to the challenger's corner while making sure to keep Castle between herself and the increasingly furious Clayton. She'd just stepped out onto the apron when it occurred to her that Celia hadn't made her presence felt during the last skirmish. Frowning, she looked toward the Psy Ops corner and—THWHAP!
Celia, who'd quietly hopped down from the apron the moment Heather interrupted the pin, lunged around the corner and pounded a vicious Forearm Smash against the small of the blonde's back! Crofton cried out and grabbed hold of the ropes for support, though it wasn't enough to keep her anchored in place when Blassenville grabbed hold of her legs and set the Girl From Grapevine onto her shoulders in an Electric Chair! Taking a few steps backward, the Temptress put her hands to Heather's buns and pushed up and forward while she dipped her head to toss the blonde down in a short descent that ended with Crofton's forehead THWHUNKING against the apron!
Miss Mustang should've slopped to the floor then and there, but Blassenville grabbed her by trunks and tresses and pointed her toward a corner where two guardrails met. Offering nothing more than a knowing smile as a warning, Celia rushed the barricade with Heather in tow and hurled her at it full force, the discombobulated lightweight leaving her feet to BUH-WHAM! back-first into the uncaring barrier! Crofton went down in a smoldering heap, much to the appreciation of the smirking Temptress.
Brushing some invisible dust from hands, Blassenville turned around and started back to the Psy Ops side of town. She was about to round the corner when a weary voice called after her, “Hey, ass-butt! We're not done yet.”
Celia stopped, glanced over her shoulder, then looked to the squared circle to ensure Dream wasn't in the midst of a miraculous return. She needn't have worried, Rebecca had drawn the poor delusional idiot into a Bear Hug and was actively reducing her ribs to so much gristle and gravel. Shifting her attention back to Heather, who had miraculously returned to verticality even if she was slumped against the displaced guardrail, Celia turned around and headed back to the scene of the crime. “You've picked up some bad habits, Ms. Crofton.” she murmured. “Apparently I'll have to beat them out of you.”
“Juuuuhhh...just like Becky picked up some bad habits from you. But Lisa can handle her, that leaves me to deal with you.”
Celia laughed aloud without ever breaking her stride. “Oh dear, Lisa's madness really is contag—”SPLOOSH! was followed by dead silence as just about everyone in the floor seats sucked in their breath when Heather grabbed one of the giant-ass FAWN commemorative cups and hurled the contents into Blassenville's face!
As shocked as everyone else over what she'd just done, Crofton still found the sass to chirp, “Root beer looks good on you! Want to see if I can find some nachos to go HHHRRRRGGHHHHH!”
Celia exploded forward and BURIED a Kneelift in Heather's ribs to drive her and the barricade back another foot or more! Swiping soda off her face while Crofton clung to the barricade with everything she had left, Blassenville backhanded the blonde across the mouth and said, “This is all Dream's doing. Remember that when you wake up in the hospital.” No answer from Heather so she backed off and charged forward again, the Temptress lowering her shoulder in a devilish attempt to drive Heather clear through the guardra—BWAM-CRASH! Miss Mustang spun aside at the last possible second, leaving Celia to smash into the steel with more than enough force to knock the whole section over! She and Heather went down with it, redhead and blonde just as destroyed as the poor barricade, if not more so.
Back in the ring, Becky Clayton ground her knotted fists against the small of Lisa's back and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed the Dreamy challenger up onto tiptoes right about the time Heather grabbed Celia a drink. Oblivious to the outside goings on, Bex poured it on with the Bear Hug and was delighted to hear Lisa's groan of breathless anguish. “Say it.” she ordered the Ultimate Image. “Not to him, to me. Say it or I swear I'll put you on the shelf for a LONG time.”
Lisa shook her head 'no' and stopped trying to worm her arms beneath Clayton's coil. Instead she wedged the heel of one palm against the other brunette's cheek and tried to push her head back at a sharp angle. “Nuuuuhhhh...NO!” she moaned. “You've done terrible things, Rebecca! Tonight's the night you finally atoNNAAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAHHH!”
Bex shook the slender wrestler like a terrier shakes a rat, the Camouflage Crusher clearly happy to torture Lisa until she got exactly what she wanted. “You don't get to talk to me about atonement, understand?” Clayton hissed when the shaking subsided. “You're the single most arrogant human being I've ever encountered. I could try for a hundred years and I'd still never manage to catch up on all the shitty, awful things you've done to the people around NGH!”
Damned near floating from the lightheadedness, Lisa stretched her arms out wide, then brought them together to SMACK the insides of her forearms against Clayton's ears in a Bell Ringer! One didn't get the job done so the Ultimate Image tried it a second, third, and fourth time before her arms finally fell to her sides. “Aye....ayyy.... I'm at least trying to atone, Rebecca.” she huffed to the pitiless Peacekeeper. “Which is more than I can say for NNNGGGGHHHH!”
Bex abruptly slid the Hug south of Dream's glutes, all the better to hoist her straight up and then DOWN, Lisa almost overcome with nausea by the force of Clayton's knee colliding with her crotch! Abandoning the Hug entirely to hold the brunette up by a handful of sweat-soaked hair, the BFG put her forehead to the Dream's and murmured, “Don't you get it, Lisa? Beating the piss out of you is atonement.”
On that note she let loose and ran the ropes, Becky building up a hellacious head of steam as she bounced out hurtled toward Lisa with her right arm drawn back for a clavicle-crushing Lari—Lisa's legs gave out and she crumpled to one knee, avoiding the knock-out shot by the slimmest of margins! Bex slammed on the brakes and wheeled around, the Camouflage Crusher lining up a short-range Clothesline for the base of Dream's sku—“Ooooofffhh!”
The Ultimate Image stuck Clayton in the gut with a Back Kick that stopped the Destroyer just long enough for Lisa to turn and face her rival. Another Clothesline attempt followed and this time Dream dipped beneath the exposed limb while simultaneously catching hold of Becky's wrist. Back to back with the champ, Dream hooked her right hand over Clayton's chin and kicked her right leg up as high as it would go only to whip it backward while dropping forward onto her stomach. The result was an inversion of the classic Day Dreamer, Clayton torn off her feet to THWHAM down onto the back of her head and shoulders!
INVERTED DAY DREAMER @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU
The force of it tumbled Becky onto her belly where the FAWNatics hoped she'd stay long enough for Lisa to try for a pin. Imagine their disappointment and disgust when the One Woman Army fought to all fours while Dream was rising to one knee! At the moment there was nothing Lisa Dream wanted more than to tag Heather, but a glance toward both corners gave no sign of the Yellow Rose or the Temptress, so the Personification of Perfection dipped into reserves she didn't know she possessed to beat Clayton back to vertical. Without really thinking about it, she rushed the strands on Becky's six and rushed back as the powerhouse was returning to her full hei—Lisa leapt up and landed astride Clayton's shoulders, her ankles crossing tight atop the other woman's chest. Just like that she popped her hips and flipped backward, Lisa once again coming down on her tummy while Becky was turned inside out courtesy of a Dream Driver that THAWHONKED her down on the crown of her skull!
DREAM DRIVER @ 00:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqG2kDSuTXk
A deafening cacophony from the other side of the guardrail as the exhausted brunette dropped a graceless Butt Bomb onto Bex's chest, Lisa leaning forward so she could hook the champ's legs behind the knees and then leeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaan all the way back for a Reverse Matchbook that had the whole place counting along for the...
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Incredulity and disappointment when Clayton got both hands against Lisa's perfect haunches and shoved her clear with a whisper to spare!
Stifling a moan of despair behind two knotted fists, the Dream pounded the canvas once, twice, three times, then grabbed a double handful of hair as she was getting to her feet. Wedging Becky's head between her thighs, Lisa earned cheers, followed by murmurs of confusion when she leaned forward to collect Clayton's arms for the Fallen Angel, only to drop them after a split-second's thought.
But(t) all became clear to the Dreamophiles when their heroine pivoted toward the hard camera and helped herself to the champ's camouflage bottoms! The wedgie that followed earned a thunderous ovation yet that was only a taste of things to come. The real noise started when Lisa flattened her hands into paddles and busted out a beat from her bad old days, one that was gone from the charts but not from their cheeks. Yes indeed friends and neighbors, the Bittersweet Symphony was playing right now on some glutes near you as Becky Clayton discovered when Dream went to work on her butt with a bouncy Bossa Nova beat! It started slow but got faster soon enough as Lisa found her rhythm and sped up the pace, the Living Legend quite literally clapping cheeks that went from tan, to pink, to red beneath her percussive palms!
Dream kept at it until her forearms started to ache, then she powered through another ten seconds before she collected Clayton's arms in a Double Underhook, then leaned forward and cupped her hands around the brunette's inner thighs, just above the knee. Another roar from the throng sent a chill down Lisa's spine, one that transformed into divine relief when she spotted Heather clambering onto the apron in the challenger's corner!
“Guuuuhhhh....get her up, coach!” the Girl From Grapevine implored. “Get her up and keep her there!”
Dream had no idea what Crofton had in mind, but she nodded, gathered her strength and hoisted Bex up into the stall position for the Fallen Angel! Seeing Heather climbing into the high rent district, Lisa turned in that direction and took a few steps forward. “Whatever you've doing Heather, do it quick!” Lisa called out. “I can't hold her for too—”
Heather leapt into the lights with both knees pulled up to her chest so she could STOMP down on those defenseless buns with every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds! Lisa dropped to a seat in time with the impact, a short, sharp descent that THAWHUNKED the crown of Clayton's skull into the canvas!
FALLEN STAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gxF8JurvB4
Bex tumbled away in an insensate sprawl and did not protest when Lisa splashed down atop her in a Lateral Press. Nor did Nick Castle object when Heather hurled herself onto Lisa to reinforce their efforts, he merely dove in beside the action and led the whole arena in counting...
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Heather bounded upright and shrieked with joy while Lisa only flopped off the Camouflage Crusher and looked up into the overhead lights. She would've happily stayed there for hours if Heather hadn't dropped down next to her and dragged the veteran to a seat right about the time the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW FAWN Tag Team Champions, HEATHER CROFTON AND LISA DREAM... THE DREAM TEAM!”
With a furious, late-arriving Celia slipping under the ropes, the champs dual butt-scooted their way clear of Becky’s motionless body, letting the doctor tend to a new patient.
Happy to meet the arriving gold halfway, Lisa and Heather rolled out under the ropes and accepted the belts hard cam-side of the squared circle. Castle wedged his way between the blonde approaching the prime of her career and the legendary brunette perhaps writing a glorious final chapter to hers. He grabbed the wrist of each available arm and lifted them high to an ear-splitting ovation, Dreamophiles and Rangers combining to a wall of sound filling the arena.
Inside the squared circle, Blassenville’s work on Bex brought the defeated One-Woman Army back to coherence and a livid Clayton slapped the canvas. She tried to rise, but dropped back to her ass, the Fallen Star enough to keep her dizzied and under Celia’s care.
As Castle departed, Lisa and Heather turned and surrounded each other in a huge embrace of excitement and relief, Crofton proving herself and Dream doing it one more time.
“I love you, Lis,” the Yellow Rose gushed, and a teary-eyed Dream, realizing like never before the hard work of claiming a new life was worth it, choked down the lump in her throat before returning the affection.
“Love you too, perfect partner.”
The water works open wide for Heather as the women leaned their foreheads against one another.
“That means more than this belt.” Crofton wept. “But we’ve got so much more to do.”
“We do, kiddo. We do.”
The Dream Team confirmed the former champs still struggle to rise, remaining no threat, before rotating their gaze to every corner of the arena, then finally turning back to the hard cam and raising their prized possessions aloft once more.
Both a perfect ending AND a perfect beginning.