Post by hawkeye on Jul 1, 2024 2:28:04 GMT
Bon Jovi’s Bad Medicine sends the crowd into a surprised, then surly mood. With the ‘big hair music’ of the 80s pumping through the speakers, all attention turns to the stage above to see if it can be true; the naughty nurses returning and receiving a title shot against their former “perfect” patient.
@ 00:35 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg )
Indeed, with each apparently granted parole after convictions on various HIPAA privacy violations regarding celebrity stays at their drive-through rehab franchises, the Sisters of Mercy have returned to women’s wrestling’s biggest stage, the nurses again ready to make the ring their very own ‘urgent care’ clinic.
DEBORAH HURT
KRISTIN MANNERS
Having been forsaken by Dr. Celia Blassenville during their trial, the “angels” from the world of malevolence and malpractice stride to the center, ready to remake acquaintances with the woman they personally placed in Orlando General’s rubber room.
The two rough and ready ‘health care’ professionals clearly come from the sexiest hospital in all creation. Down the ramp they stride seductively, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers, one with an extra-large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket, show off their wares to jeers from the crowd.
To say the Sisters’ attire is eye-catching is an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of a nurse’s uniform, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses. The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps in place for the later nasty procedures they hope to perform.
The public address spits to life as the women reach the ring.
“Tonight’s next match is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship. First, the challengers…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…at a combined weight of 255 pounds…the nefarious nurses…the Sisters of Mercy…Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners!"
Both caregivers ignore the boos at ringside, some of the front row denizens coughing loudly so they can be checked by the raucous RNs. The assembled admire Deborah's seemingly endless legs and Kristin's bountiful chest enough to silence their catcalls as the women glide by.
The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive. Reaching the steps, they move up slowly and carefully, taking each step in turn before the brunettes slide into the ring through the ropes on either side of their corner.
After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post, the nurses move to the middle, checking non-existent watches as their music fades.
Their patients are late and payment in the form of the belts is overdue for tonight’s special nursing session.
With unexpected and unwelcome guests in their ring, the Dream Team waits impatiently for their turn.
Behind the curtain, the duo many still consider a peculiar pairing, readies for another brutal battle to retain the gold and leather around their waists.
The blonde ingenue from the heart of Texas and the reformed Lisa Legend from New York City bounce anxiously on the balls of their feet.
The Girl from Grapevine assuages a concerned Dream, Lisa clearly uncomfortable with one of the darkest hours of her checkered past being resurrected.
“There in the rear view,” Heather assures, kneading Dream’s shoulders from behind. “And tonight, we’ll make sure they stay there for good.”
The guileless youngster ends with a playful tap on the behind to her illustrious partner and, when her teammate’s infamous accompaniment fills the darkened arena, the Lone Star Girl and the Personification of Perfection push through the curtains and set themselves center stage.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
A single spot breaks the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rises in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon is illuminated. The noise grows to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joins Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain and Lisa echoing the excitement of the Texan, pumping her fist, drawing the Dreamophiles into a further frenzy.
The Dream is a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find salvation in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamers in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are luxuriously in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads are white as well.
Next to her, the flaxen-haired Lone Star Girl pleads with The Dream to take the lead, but Lisa directs the youngster on her way, motioning for the surging superstar to take point.
Crofton heads for battle in her 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 walks down the ramp and aisle at her teammate’s six, sending chills down the spine of every long-time FAWNatic who can still hardly believe they’re screaming their lungs out for the formerly vindictive vixen and, perhaps more amazingly, a tag team titleholder.
Each champion offers 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 of adulation.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allows Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle, her hand connecting with every offered her.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps, halts for a long look at her adversaries, then slips through the ropes. She waits in the middle until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they applaud the exalting audience.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone, Dream and her protege move to their home corner where they’re checked by Nick.
As Lisa’s music fades, the announcer takes on her duties.
“And their opponents. At a combined weight of 245 pounds…hailing from New York, New York and Grapevine, Texas respectively, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…the Yellow Rose. Lisa Dream. Heather Crofton. He FAWN Tag Team Champions! The Dream Team!”
The eclectic duo shares a high five, hand over their hardware, then huddle to discuss who will take the lead leg. There’s no surprise when the former patient steps toward the center, Crofton slipping through the ropes.
Opposite them, the nurses decide on Lisa’s first caregiver, Hurt taking her position on the outside, Kristin remaining in hopes of stripping Dream of gold and perhaps putting her back in the hospital, this time the emergency room instead of the mental ward.
The bell is like a red cape to Lisa’s bull, Dream racing across the canvas toward her former captor and ’caregiver’. A concerned Manners dips and sticks her upper half between the top and middle ropes, shouting at lead ref Nick Castle to keep the lunatic back. Nick steps between and ushers The Dream away several steps.
“Let her in, Lisa,” he requests.
“I’m back. You get her in,” comes the reply.
Slowly and carefully Kristin reenters at the official’s invitation.
“Still on the unstable side, aren’t we Patient X14?” the naughty nurse insists.
“For you. Hell yeah,” the icon replies.
Dream pushes past Castle and lowers the boom, pounding away with closed right fists, battering a defensive-minded Manners to a corner, Lisa fitting a few punches through Kristin’s ramparts on the way. Once in the buckles, however, Nurse Manners’ bared talons slip through the incoming, ruby-tipped nails scraping across the eye sockets of the Ultimate Image.
Lisa howls in pain, cursing as she spins away, staggering blindly toward her corner. She reaches toward the sound of Heather’s voice until Kristin drops The Dream to one knee with a vicious chop block to the posterior of Lisa’s right kneecap. Wiping madly at her tear-filled brown pools, trying to blink them clear between the rubs, Lisa initially dragging her throbbing limb with a one-legged knee-walk. Finding that method of locomotion far too sluggish, Lisa Legend forces to vertical, perfect pearlies gritting. With extraordinary effort, Dream limps toward the yellow blur she presumes is the Girl from Grapevine. But from her six, Manners plucks Dream’s right ankle, lifting the limb high and spinning Lisa to face her.
Whipping herself to the deck, Kristin sends Dream tumbling to the canvas with a brutal dragon screw. A yelping Lisa snatches at her further injured wheel, reduced to a one-legged warrior in an ass-kicking contest by the Sister’s ongoing anatomy lesson.
Dragon Screw ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDYAR11M-Hw )
With Heather starting a rhythmic clap that fills the arena air but does little for the throbbing in the brunette’s stem, Kristin latches onto the same ankle, pulling the leg high. The careless caregiver rotates her body around the limb, placing it in a standing scissors before collecting the left and making a familiar figure of four out of the legs.
Sweeping her own limb over to lock in the submission, Manners drops to her spandex-sheathed ass and leans back, turning up the pressure on Lisa’s already aching leg.
Figure Four Leglock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYrQCbqRQuo )
The Dream immediately flails as though ten-thousand volts pass through her ravaged lower limb, pulling at her perfect, shoulder-length locks, trying to spread the anguish.
Manipulating her patient to the fullest, Nurse Manners presses her palms to the mat and rises into a bridge to ramp up the pressure, Lisa shrieking in agony at the expert manipulation.
A gulping Castle drops to a knee next to the Ultimate Image.
“Whaddya says, Lisa,” he asks. “I can end this.”
“And I can end you,” the champ retorts breathlessly.
“Ah…there you are,” Kristin grunts out with a chuckle. “The medical professionals all know the real Dream is hiding in there somewhere, just waiting to break free.”
Lisa thrashes wildly from shoulder to shoulder but doesn’t surrender, perhaps the chants of “Please…don’t…tap” helping convince her to hang on long enough to exhaust Kristin’s patience with her patient.
Manners disengages her longer more muscular legs from Dream’s, pushes to her feet, and shakes them out before sinking a set of nails into Lisa’s scalp.
“Come along now, X14. I believe Nurse Hurt would like to say hello.”
Manners draws Dream on all fours, doggy-style across the deck to the Sisters’ corner where she offers a palm and Deborah slaps her way into the match. Unfortunately for Dream, it seems Kristin isn’t yet ready to depart the surgical suite. She sends a punt to Lisa’s ribs, sending a groaning Dream barrel rolling to her back.
Once there, each nurse grasps an alabaster leg of Lisa Legend around the knee and vaults the faltering Personification of Perfection off the canvas between them. Ending on the inner shoulders of each Sister of Mercy, Lisa finds none as Manners and Hurt BLAST Dream to the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a ring-rattling double team suplex.
Double team suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IH0ZAJCuzs )
Dream arches in agony from the pounding impact against her spinal column as both caregivers kip to their feet and share a Sisterly high-five.
As Castle guides Manners toward her corner, Nurse Hurt provokes the Dreamers.
“You’re all contributing to her delusions,” she yells. “She’s a psychotic egomaniac. You all know it. She’s no champion.”
From the sidelines, Miss Mustang continues to give all the support she can, rising to the bottom rope to shout her encouragement.
Spinning swiftly in the direction of the Lone Star Girl, Hurt lives up to her name, BATTERING Heather with a forearm shiver to the jaw that sends Crofton crashing to the apron, then spilling to the floor below in a heap.
Returning her attention to the risen but wobbling Dream, Deborah snakes her arms around the champ’s extended left and lays out, wrecking the limb with an arm-focused DDT. With the limb still in her possession, the careless caregiver back somersaults to an arm lock, rotates and pins the wing behind the mewling Lisa in a hammerlock position, then flips nimbly to a bridge, testing the will of The Dream, this time via an arm instead of Kristin’s leg focus.
Arm DDT and Bridging Hammerlock ( www.youtube.com/shorts/iCW5hVTry0Y )
As Lisa screams in suffering, shaking her head before Nick can ask, a sneering Kristin asks her fellow Sister to rip the arm out of its socket and Nurse Hurt seems determined to try. The precarious positioning of her bridge makes the effort expended significant and the Ultimate Image shows enough fortitude to survive until Deborah’s bridge collapses.
Lisa sighs in relief as Hurt gives up her grip and rises, only to draw another howl when the naughty nurse folds the limb, elbow exposed, then stomps the wounded wing in ferocious fashion.
Arm Stomp ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBA2A-1td_U )
As Lisa writhes in torment, cradling her potentially ruined right arm close, a grinning Deborah strides to her counterpart, cheerily tagging Manners back into the contest.
Determined to save her and Heather’s tag reign, and knowing it means escaping her tormentors, Lisa fights through the pain, reaching her feet and turning in the direction of her winsome teammate.
Dream gets barely a step before her dark, shoulder-length mop is snatched from behind.
“You have not been discharged, X14,” Kristin informs.
The nurse tugs/spins Lisa in her direction, but The Dream brings a forearm with her, plowing it into Kristin’s chin.
Rocked to her heels, Manners is stunned enough to lose her grip on Dream’s hair.
Lisa places her palms on the shoulders of the unmerciful Sister and shoves, not only pushing the challenger toward the nurse’s neighborhood but also propelling herself to the Dreamy part of town.
The brunette backpedals to the stretching arm of the Yellow Rose and an eager Heather raps the left shoulder of her iconic partner. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Miss Mustang bolts over the top cable, races to her foe, and NAILS the chest of Nurse Kristin with a drop kick to Manners’ bosom.
Kristin remains upright only by the ropes she’s sent into. Leaning heavily into the cables, she’s joined by an ascending Lone Star Girl.
Heather seizes the nurse’s left wrist and readies an Irish Whip to the far side. But the bigger, stronger Manners plants and reverse, sending the beloved Girl from Grapevine for the ride.
Thinking quickly after her rebound, the charging blonde leaps toward her challenger, lithe legs extended. They wrap around Manners’ braincase and the nurse is sent flipping and flying with a beautifully delivered hurricarana.
Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgaksCiPel0&t=9s ) :55
Kristin eats canvas for the first time, landing harshly on the base of her backbone, then arching in ache from the thumping landing.
A beaming Heather kips to her feet, arms high and wide, drinking in the joyous ovation but only for a second before turning her attention back to Nurse Kristin.
Having risen while Crofton plays to the Dreamers, a grimacing Kristin approaches from the blind side of the Yellow Rose. The FAWNatics’ pitch rises as they see the impending trouble, and the blonde babyface pivots into a side kick to her adversary’s belly, doubling Manners over with a gasp.
With her foe’s head lowered, Miss Mustang tugs it between her legs and clamps down in a standing head scissors. Crossing her ankles, Heather’s thighs flex as she pours pressure into the nurse’s noggin, the careless caregiver weakly slapping at the champ’s backside. Finally, Kristin’s arms surround the legs of the Lone Star Girl just under her taut tush and the brunette uses her superior size to vault Heather up and over with a back body drop.
But to the Sister’s surprise, Crofton plants the landing on her boot soles instead of her spine, and when they spin to face each other, the younger grappler is faster than her counterpart. The Girl from Grapevine gets a little cheeky with the naughty nurse, lighting up Kristin’s cleavage with a double-barreled overhand slap to Manners’ gurls, an effrontery the Texan called the ‘Love Tap’.
Kristin’s face is twisted and pain and not a little surprise in being treated with such disrespect. She swings a wild haymaker Crofton ducks. With Manners off-balance, the titleholder shows her flexibility, dipping lifting her leg in an arch from behind, cracking her heel between the dark eyes of the challenger with a Scorpion Kick.
Scorpion Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVUwrVlBiSc )
Manners is staggered but keeps her feet. She shakes her head to clear some cobwebs and comes back swinging, but the Yellow Rose grabs the proffered right arm, pivots, and judo throws the bigger woman over her right shoulder.
Manners rolls through the impact, rising, turning and going after the champ again, determined to make Crofton the next patient for Orlando General’s ER. However, the limber Heather surrounds Kristin’s midriff in a front waistlock and ‘hups’ the brunette off the canvas, flipping her foe up and over with a simple but effective belly-to-belly suplex that SLAMS Manners back to the canvas with a heavy ‘THUMP’.
Belly-to-belly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HYdCwrUYXQ )
The cantankerous caregiver arches in pain, a hand reaching for the base of her spine, when the Lone Star Girl grabs the opposite wrist and drags a fidgeting Kristin to the Dream Team corner, Crofton tagging off to her legendary partner.
“I believe you want a piece of this,” Miss Mustang says, a slight grin creasing her features.
“I owe ya,” Dream replies.
As the icon enters, Heather yanks a wincing Manners to her feet and raises her foe’s right arm high, leaving plenty of room for Lisa to thrust a kick into the nurse’s unprotected ribcage.
Nick gives the champs a helpful reminder and Heather buggywhips Nurse Manners captured arm as a going away present, leaving Dream with her former psych ward overseer.
Lifting an elbow high, Lisa Legend thumps the point into the lowered forehead of the faltering nurse, sending her fellow woman in white rocketing to the deck. The fury over her past with the Sisters flowering, Dream stomps a mudhole out of Manners’ chest and belly, the brunette flipping to protect her bruised sternum.
With the nurse face down, Lisa drops to her knees at Kristin’s feet. She grabs Manners’ ankles and crosses her foe’s lower legs, then leans atop them to keep calves pinned to hammies. The Ultimate Image sweeps her torso in from the side, slipping under Manners’ left arm and reefing back with her Dreamy Stretch after securing a crossface grip.
Dreamy Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A )
A growling Lisa seems determined to tear Manners in two and the former associate of Dr. Blassenville howls in anguish, grunting out a unconvincing ‘no’ to Castle after a dozen seconds of the torture.
Unwilling to risk her partner ceding their chance to bring the belts to their own personal clinic of horrors, Nurse Deborah slips through the ropes at Nick’s six and races to the wrestlers, THUMPING a double axhandle blow between the shoulderblades of Dream, breaking the hold.
The Girl from Grapevine isn’t about to see her mentor and friend take the brunt of both Sisters and enters the fray quickly behind, all four combatants in the ring.
“Ladies,” Castle shouts, “Only two in!”
Crofton seems interested in contributing to the solution, pulling Hurt off her partner and yanking the challenger to her feet. Grabbing hold of spandex on the nurse’s hip and the scruff of Deborah’s neck, the Texan bum rushes Hurt toward the ropes to toss her over. However, just as they reach the launch point, Deborah powers through a pirouette with the tag champ in tow and it’s the flaxen-haired Dream Teamer sent flying over the top, bouncing off the apron, and pooling on the arena floor to the displeasure of the Dreamers.
Nurse Deborah wipes her hands dramatically, happy to put Patient X14 in a handicap two-against-one situation any lunatic of Dream’s ilk required.
She turns to locate the Ultimate Image only to find a superkick from Dream locked, loaded and fired. Lisa NAILS the underside of Deborah’s chin with the lightning blast and the twisted Sister is sent cartwheeling over the cables, eventually joining the Yellow Rose on the outside, both in a serious state of disrepair.
Lisa mocks Hurt with her own exaggerated hand dusting, but the chuckles from the crowd quickly turn to alarm. The redeemed Dream finds a recovered Manners charging her and jumps into a spinning heel kick, catching Kristin flush on the nose, decking the nurse, Manners ending in a spreadeagle at Lisa’s feet gazing blankly at the rafters.
Skipping over the splayed Sister, Dream hops into the nearby strands, landing on the middle rope while grabbing the top. With practiced ease, she springboards off the rubber-coated steel, soaring through a backflip, her ivory midriff CRASHING down across Kristin’s tanned counterpart. The meaty ‘THWACK’ leads to a jackknife from the gutted Manners, challenger beneath champ, a burst of an exhale escaping her lips.
Lisa scoops the raised legs and rolls into a back press pin atop Manner’s chest, Dream gaining a measure of revenge over the Sisters with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kristin shoves out from under with considerable force, Lisa nodding in respect as she’s seated next to the nurse, acknowledging the horrible health care professional required more of her attention.
The Ultimate Image pulls Manners up as she rises, drawing the nurse into a side headlock. She grinds Kristin’s noggin against her hip, then pulls her on a trip to the ropes in front of her. Lisa launches as she closes, planning to plant her boot soles into the uppermost strand and springboard bulldog Nurse Manners into semi-consciousness. But Kristin gets her hands to Dream’s hips and heaves the tag champ off and over the cables.
Somehow, the agile Ultimate Image snatches the top rope, preventing herself from joining the wreckage below. The Dream dodges a thrusting shoulder from the caregiver, Kristin shooting her body between the top and middle ropes. With Manners hung out to dry, Lisa surges toward her former warden and CRASHES a knee into Kristin’s left temple. The nurse is the next woman to spill through, then off the apron, only to collect on the thinly-padded cement below.
As her partner and the Sisters of Mercy use each other to reach their feet, all relying on one another for balance, Dream stealthily moves to a corner post and measures the mass of humanity. Knowing Miss Mustang will forgive her, she races down the length of the apron and forward flips into a plancha, taking down all three women like a set of bowling pins, Lisa ending on the top of the pile of torsos and limbs.
Dream plucks Heather out of the wreckage. She dusts off the wobbly baby-faced blonde.
“Let’s finish off these loseRAHHHS.”
Lisa’s last word is amplified by a vengeful Manners, the kneeling Kristin rocketing an uppercut forearm between Dream’s wickets from behind. Lisa rises to tiptoes, face etched in anguish.
The Yellow Rose’s baby blues widen, Heather momentarily confused. But she gets the gist in a hurry when Nurse Deborah does the same to her from the opposite side.
Each brutally crotch-shotted by the deplorable challengers, the Dream Team fall into each other’s arms, bow-legged and groaning.
The Sisters pull their intrusive forearms from between the thighs of the champs, Dream and Crofton’s hands burying there in their place.
A satisfied pair of caregivers, having provided their special treatment, rise to their feet next to Lisa Legend and a top face of the next generation. Hurt slips her fingers into the golden locks of Miss Mustang while Nurse Kristin does the same with the dark mop of the Ultimate Image.
“Time for some group therapy,” Manners informs, winking at her fellow naughty nurse. The women pull each head back, then toss the noggin of each forward, the partners banging coconuts, forehead to forehead.
Lisa and Heather whiplash away from the collision, waddling off in opposite directions after making U-turns from their meeting of the minds.
Deborah quickly catches the Lone Star Girl, snatching her right wrist and shoulder. Providing a boost of force in her foe’s forward locomotion, Hurt whips Heather into the steel ring steps, the Yellow Rose sent headlong into a CLANKING connection with the steel. Crofton puddles at its base, demolished.
Manners, hearing the bleating Castle continuing to count everyone toward a double disqualification, rolls under the ropes, then back out, snickering at the frustrated Nick as she moves to Dream, Lisa kneading at her privates.
Grabbing The Dream by a handful of hair, Kristin directs the champ to the apron and SLAMS her skull into the hardest part of the mat surface, ONE, TWO, THREE TIMES, the enmity of the Dreamophiles growing with each.
Dipping and lifting Lisa off the floor, Kristin places her dazed former patient on the canvas and rolls her in the field of play with a shove, then follows.
The Ultimate Image, showing she has fight left, pushes to a seat but seems at a temporary loss on how to rise any further. Manners stalks the icon from behind, grabbing Lisa’s arms at the wrists. The Sister pulls the limbs high and wide, then steps over them, right then left leg, before clamping down on Dream with a standing head scissors.
With the vise-like leg work turning Lisa’s flawless features rosy from the pressure, Manners releases The Dream’s wrists and instead tears into her foe’s face, trying to rearrange her perfect mug. Deciding she can provide even more intensive ‘therapy’, Kristin reaches forward and cleverly crosses Lisa’s extended stems in a figure four, then uses the handle of the uncrossed lower limb to secure her Stump Puller. Lifting the leg toward her, Nurse Kristen has Dream howling in agony.
Modified Stump Puller ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHGsk3CAUtU )
“GIVE UP, PSYCHO!” the nurse shouts, sending waves of pain as she yanks the limb further.
But with no surrender forthcoming, Manners drops to her backside, creating a pinning predicament out of the submission, Lisa Legend stacked on her shoulders, legs still crossed in a ‘four’, head between the powerful thighs of the challenger’s intensive care for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dream finds a way to spasm out of the seemingly lost cause, keeping her and her partner’s title reign alive, if on life support.
Not that it’s needed, but help is on the way for Manners.
With Heather down and out, Deborah helps herself to an illegal entry, the challengers ready to finish off the Dream Team together.
Kristin pulls a rubbery Dream to unsteady feet, then dips and scoops her arms under the slender thighs of the Ultimate Image. The powerful brunette lifts Lisa off the canvas, The Dream’s upper half flung over the nurse’s left shoulder.
Taking her silent cue, Deborah backtracks to the ropes to rebound, then charge and brutally clothesline Lisa Legend from her partner’s embrace with a Heart Attack.
Heart Attack ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyDpgbEa6J4 ) :53
But as Hurt hits the cables to gain the necessary momentum, a risen Lone Star Girl is there to reach an arm under the bottom strand and trip Deborah to the canvas-covered floorboards, the Sister landing HARD on her chin.
With Deborah’s ankles within easy reach, Crofton yanks the nurse to the outside.
She shoves the grimacing Hurt to the steel barricade behind her, the base of Deborah’s spine CRASHING into the unforgiving metal. And with the careless caregiver leaning against the divider, the Yellow Rose races toward her, applying her own lariat of a clothesline. This one hits the mark, THUMPING across Deborah’s clavicle and sending her tumbling into the front row.
As Miss Mustang had pulled Hurt out to meet her on the arena floor, a bewildered Manners, back turned from the breakup of her double team, waits, wondering where her partner is with the exclamation point to their title victory.
Kristin continues to hold Dream aloft for long seconds, scooped in her arms, Manners finally spinning to find the delay. The twist loosens her grip on Lisa and the veteran has the sense and know-how to wrap Manners’ head in a front facelock while wrenching her legs free from her foe’s grip. She throws the stems backward then swings them forward, laying out, POUNDING the crown of Kristin’s cranium into the deck with a perfect Spike DDT.
Spike DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=qg9TJlakGH0 )
In a momentary headstand, the naughty nurse finishes her flip, ending in a spreadeagle, flatlined by Lisa Legend.
Having pulled the trick deep from her bag, a spent Lisa crawls to the Dream Team corner on hands and knees, arriving just as her fresh-faced partner reaches her legal spot.
“Can you finish this bytch for me?” The Dream huffs.
“I got this. She’ll never admit anyone to Orlando General again,” comes the determined reply, as Heather lowers to tap Lisa softly on the dome.
Crofton slips through the cables, takes a glance to find Deborah still trying to find the wits to extricate herself, then turns to Manners, the Sister having weakly pushed to all fours.
“Let’s see if I can’t give you a sedative, nurse,” the Girl from Grapevine states brazenly.
Heather ‘helps’ a shellshocked Manners to her feet, then, shoulder to should in the same direction, collects the near stem and draws it back. The buzz in the crowd grows, knowing what the Lone Star Girl has in mind, and she uses all her reserves to toss the lower limb forward, RIPPING Kristin off her remaining planted boot and delivering her foe’s shoulders and the back of her skull to the floorboards with her spectacular Texas Tornado.
Texas Tornado ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYQacdoLnEM ) 1:58
The Yellow Rose presses the rubble she’s made of the naughty nurse against her back and shoulders, cradles both legs, then rolls into a back press pin, the entire arena counting out with Castle.
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Nick motions for the bell and the belts.
A weary but elated Dream, still inside the ring, leaning against the buckles from her backside, pumps a fist as best she’s able, as Crofton releases the limp legs of her failed challenger.
Having been pushed to the limit, the champs remain seated, offering each other tired grins from a distance as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winners and STILL Tag Team Champions, Heather Crofton and Lisa Dream…The Dream Team!”
The arrival of their gold seems to inspire blonde and brunette, younger and older, Ultimate Image and Lone Star Girl, to their feet.
They wearily embrace over the comatose carcass of a woman who still plagued an occasional dream of Dream’s.
Lisa plants a boot on Kristin’s chest as she’s handed her title. Heather hugs her partner shoulder to shoulder with her near arm, while lifting the hardware with the other.
“I think we’ve put whatever mental hold remained over me to bed with dear Miss Manners,” Lisa chuckles.
The victors invite a ragged Deborah, idling near the apron, into the ring. Hurt declines, slapping the canvas but making sure to remain out of reach in her defeat, not wanting to be in the show made of her Sister as the show fades to commercial.
@ 00:35 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOUtsybozjg )
Indeed, with each apparently granted parole after convictions on various HIPAA privacy violations regarding celebrity stays at their drive-through rehab franchises, the Sisters of Mercy have returned to women’s wrestling’s biggest stage, the nurses again ready to make the ring their very own ‘urgent care’ clinic.
DEBORAH HURT
KRISTIN MANNERS
Having been forsaken by Dr. Celia Blassenville during their trial, the “angels” from the world of malevolence and malpractice stride to the center, ready to remake acquaintances with the woman they personally placed in Orlando General’s rubber room.
The two rough and ready ‘health care’ professionals clearly come from the sexiest hospital in all creation. Down the ramp they stride seductively, arm in arm. The gorgeous grapplers, one with an extra-large syringe in hand, the other with a straightjacket, show off their wares to jeers from the crowd.
To say the Sisters’ attire is eye-catching is an understatement. Both dark-haired beauties wear stylized, fetishized versions of a nurse’s uniform, namely white latex halters with short, short skirts, a flash of red occasionally seen from beneath, nylons fastened by garters leading to ankle boots. They both wear elbow-length gloves of the same ivory latex as their skirts and finish with white knee and elbow pads, both containing red crosses. The nurses also have surgical masks, though they hang around their necks, perhaps in place for the later nasty procedures they hope to perform.
The public address spits to life as the women reach the ring.
“Tonight’s next match is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship. First, the challengers…from Parts and Surgical Suites unknown…at a combined weight of 255 pounds…the nefarious nurses…the Sisters of Mercy…Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners!"
Both caregivers ignore the boos at ringside, some of the front row denizens coughing loudly so they can be checked by the raucous RNs. The assembled admire Deborah's seemingly endless legs and Kristin's bountiful chest enough to silence their catcalls as the women glide by.
The Sisters keep oddly disturbing smiles in place, their “bedside manner” altogether eerie yet seductive. Reaching the steps, they move up slowly and carefully, taking each step in turn before the brunettes slide into the ring through the ropes on either side of their corner.
After placing the syringe and straightjacket neatly in place by the ring post, the nurses move to the middle, checking non-existent watches as their music fades.
Their patients are late and payment in the form of the belts is overdue for tonight’s special nursing session.
With unexpected and unwelcome guests in their ring, the Dream Team waits impatiently for their turn.
Behind the curtain, the duo many still consider a peculiar pairing, readies for another brutal battle to retain the gold and leather around their waists.
The blonde ingenue from the heart of Texas and the reformed Lisa Legend from New York City bounce anxiously on the balls of their feet.
The Girl from Grapevine assuages a concerned Dream, Lisa clearly uncomfortable with one of the darkest hours of her checkered past being resurrected.
“There in the rear view,” Heather assures, kneading Dream’s shoulders from behind. “And tonight, we’ll make sure they stay there for good.”
The guileless youngster ends with a playful tap on the behind to her illustrious partner and, when her teammate’s infamous accompaniment fills the darkened arena, the Lone Star Girl and the Personification of Perfection push through the curtains and set themselves center stage.
O Fortuna (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJC-_j3SnXk )
A single spot breaks the gloom and the FAWNatics’ volume rises in a crescendo, joining the stirring music as the industry icon is illuminated. The noise grows to ear-splitting levels when the adorable and adored Heather joins Lisa at her side.
Sins washed away, the crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort with a resounding ovation, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain and Lisa echoing the excitement of the Texan, pumping her fist, drawing the Dreamophiles into a further frenzy.
The Dream is a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her to find salvation in the mortal realm. And for the Dreamers in the audience, everyone from the massive reaction, Lisa’s ivory legs are luxuriously in view, perfection covered only to mid-thigh by the delicate skirt. Ankle boots and pads are white as well.
Next to her, the flaxen-haired Lone Star Girl pleads with The Dream to take the lead, but Lisa directs the youngster on her way, motioning for the surging superstar to take point.
Crofton heads for battle in her 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 walks down the ramp and aisle at her teammate’s six, sending chills down the spine of every long-time FAWNatic who can still hardly believe they’re screaming their lungs out for the formerly vindictive vixen and, perhaps more amazingly, a tag team titleholder.
Each champion offers 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 of adulation.
Reaching the ring, Lisa allows Heather to be her ambassador, Crofton taking a lap around the squared circle, her hand connecting with every offered her.
Meanwhile, the reincarnated legend ascends the ring steps, halts for a long look at her adversaries, then slips through the ropes. She waits in the middle until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they applaud the exalting audience.
Without her previously omnipresent microphone, Dream and her protege move to their home corner where they’re checked by Nick.
As Lisa’s music fades, the announcer takes on her duties.
“And their opponents. At a combined weight of 245 pounds…hailing from New York, New York and Grapevine, Texas respectively, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…the Yellow Rose. Lisa Dream. Heather Crofton. He FAWN Tag Team Champions! The Dream Team!”
The eclectic duo shares a high five, hand over their hardware, then huddle to discuss who will take the lead leg. There’s no surprise when the former patient steps toward the center, Crofton slipping through the ropes.
Opposite them, the nurses decide on Lisa’s first caregiver, Hurt taking her position on the outside, Kristin remaining in hopes of stripping Dream of gold and perhaps putting her back in the hospital, this time the emergency room instead of the mental ward.
The bell is like a red cape to Lisa’s bull, Dream racing across the canvas toward her former captor and ’caregiver’. A concerned Manners dips and sticks her upper half between the top and middle ropes, shouting at lead ref Nick Castle to keep the lunatic back. Nick steps between and ushers The Dream away several steps.
“Let her in, Lisa,” he requests.
“I’m back. You get her in,” comes the reply.
Slowly and carefully Kristin reenters at the official’s invitation.
“Still on the unstable side, aren’t we Patient X14?” the naughty nurse insists.
“For you. Hell yeah,” the icon replies.
Dream pushes past Castle and lowers the boom, pounding away with closed right fists, battering a defensive-minded Manners to a corner, Lisa fitting a few punches through Kristin’s ramparts on the way. Once in the buckles, however, Nurse Manners’ bared talons slip through the incoming, ruby-tipped nails scraping across the eye sockets of the Ultimate Image.
Lisa howls in pain, cursing as she spins away, staggering blindly toward her corner. She reaches toward the sound of Heather’s voice until Kristin drops The Dream to one knee with a vicious chop block to the posterior of Lisa’s right kneecap. Wiping madly at her tear-filled brown pools, trying to blink them clear between the rubs, Lisa initially dragging her throbbing limb with a one-legged knee-walk. Finding that method of locomotion far too sluggish, Lisa Legend forces to vertical, perfect pearlies gritting. With extraordinary effort, Dream limps toward the yellow blur she presumes is the Girl from Grapevine. But from her six, Manners plucks Dream’s right ankle, lifting the limb high and spinning Lisa to face her.
Whipping herself to the deck, Kristin sends Dream tumbling to the canvas with a brutal dragon screw. A yelping Lisa snatches at her further injured wheel, reduced to a one-legged warrior in an ass-kicking contest by the Sister’s ongoing anatomy lesson.
Dragon Screw ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDYAR11M-Hw )
With Heather starting a rhythmic clap that fills the arena air but does little for the throbbing in the brunette’s stem, Kristin latches onto the same ankle, pulling the leg high. The careless caregiver rotates her body around the limb, placing it in a standing scissors before collecting the left and making a familiar figure of four out of the legs.
Sweeping her own limb over to lock in the submission, Manners drops to her spandex-sheathed ass and leans back, turning up the pressure on Lisa’s already aching leg.
Figure Four Leglock ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYrQCbqRQuo )
The Dream immediately flails as though ten-thousand volts pass through her ravaged lower limb, pulling at her perfect, shoulder-length locks, trying to spread the anguish.
Manipulating her patient to the fullest, Nurse Manners presses her palms to the mat and rises into a bridge to ramp up the pressure, Lisa shrieking in agony at the expert manipulation.
A gulping Castle drops to a knee next to the Ultimate Image.
“Whaddya says, Lisa,” he asks. “I can end this.”
“And I can end you,” the champ retorts breathlessly.
“Ah…there you are,” Kristin grunts out with a chuckle. “The medical professionals all know the real Dream is hiding in there somewhere, just waiting to break free.”
Lisa thrashes wildly from shoulder to shoulder but doesn’t surrender, perhaps the chants of “Please…don’t…tap” helping convince her to hang on long enough to exhaust Kristin’s patience with her patient.
Manners disengages her longer more muscular legs from Dream’s, pushes to her feet, and shakes them out before sinking a set of nails into Lisa’s scalp.
“Come along now, X14. I believe Nurse Hurt would like to say hello.”
Manners draws Dream on all fours, doggy-style across the deck to the Sisters’ corner where she offers a palm and Deborah slaps her way into the match. Unfortunately for Dream, it seems Kristin isn’t yet ready to depart the surgical suite. She sends a punt to Lisa’s ribs, sending a groaning Dream barrel rolling to her back.
Once there, each nurse grasps an alabaster leg of Lisa Legend around the knee and vaults the faltering Personification of Perfection off the canvas between them. Ending on the inner shoulders of each Sister of Mercy, Lisa finds none as Manners and Hurt BLAST Dream to the thinly-sheathed floorboards with a ring-rattling double team suplex.
Double team suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IH0ZAJCuzs )
Dream arches in agony from the pounding impact against her spinal column as both caregivers kip to their feet and share a Sisterly high-five.
As Castle guides Manners toward her corner, Nurse Hurt provokes the Dreamers.
“You’re all contributing to her delusions,” she yells. “She’s a psychotic egomaniac. You all know it. She’s no champion.”
From the sidelines, Miss Mustang continues to give all the support she can, rising to the bottom rope to shout her encouragement.
Spinning swiftly in the direction of the Lone Star Girl, Hurt lives up to her name, BATTERING Heather with a forearm shiver to the jaw that sends Crofton crashing to the apron, then spilling to the floor below in a heap.
Returning her attention to the risen but wobbling Dream, Deborah snakes her arms around the champ’s extended left and lays out, wrecking the limb with an arm-focused DDT. With the limb still in her possession, the careless caregiver back somersaults to an arm lock, rotates and pins the wing behind the mewling Lisa in a hammerlock position, then flips nimbly to a bridge, testing the will of The Dream, this time via an arm instead of Kristin’s leg focus.
Arm DDT and Bridging Hammerlock ( www.youtube.com/shorts/iCW5hVTry0Y )
As Lisa screams in suffering, shaking her head before Nick can ask, a sneering Kristin asks her fellow Sister to rip the arm out of its socket and Nurse Hurt seems determined to try. The precarious positioning of her bridge makes the effort expended significant and the Ultimate Image shows enough fortitude to survive until Deborah’s bridge collapses.
Lisa sighs in relief as Hurt gives up her grip and rises, only to draw another howl when the naughty nurse folds the limb, elbow exposed, then stomps the wounded wing in ferocious fashion.
Arm Stomp ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBA2A-1td_U )
As Lisa writhes in torment, cradling her potentially ruined right arm close, a grinning Deborah strides to her counterpart, cheerily tagging Manners back into the contest.
Determined to save her and Heather’s tag reign, and knowing it means escaping her tormentors, Lisa fights through the pain, reaching her feet and turning in the direction of her winsome teammate.
Dream gets barely a step before her dark, shoulder-length mop is snatched from behind.
“You have not been discharged, X14,” Kristin informs.
The nurse tugs/spins Lisa in her direction, but The Dream brings a forearm with her, plowing it into Kristin’s chin.
Rocked to her heels, Manners is stunned enough to lose her grip on Dream’s hair.
Lisa places her palms on the shoulders of the unmerciful Sister and shoves, not only pushing the challenger toward the nurse’s neighborhood but also propelling herself to the Dreamy part of town.
The brunette backpedals to the stretching arm of the Yellow Rose and an eager Heather raps the left shoulder of her iconic partner. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Miss Mustang bolts over the top cable, races to her foe, and NAILS the chest of Nurse Kristin with a drop kick to Manners’ bosom.
Kristin remains upright only by the ropes she’s sent into. Leaning heavily into the cables, she’s joined by an ascending Lone Star Girl.
Heather seizes the nurse’s left wrist and readies an Irish Whip to the far side. But the bigger, stronger Manners plants and reverse, sending the beloved Girl from Grapevine for the ride.
Thinking quickly after her rebound, the charging blonde leaps toward her challenger, lithe legs extended. They wrap around Manners’ braincase and the nurse is sent flipping and flying with a beautifully delivered hurricarana.
Hurricarana ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgaksCiPel0&t=9s ) :55
Kristin eats canvas for the first time, landing harshly on the base of her backbone, then arching in ache from the thumping landing.
A beaming Heather kips to her feet, arms high and wide, drinking in the joyous ovation but only for a second before turning her attention back to Nurse Kristin.
Having risen while Crofton plays to the Dreamers, a grimacing Kristin approaches from the blind side of the Yellow Rose. The FAWNatics’ pitch rises as they see the impending trouble, and the blonde babyface pivots into a side kick to her adversary’s belly, doubling Manners over with a gasp.
With her foe’s head lowered, Miss Mustang tugs it between her legs and clamps down in a standing head scissors. Crossing her ankles, Heather’s thighs flex as she pours pressure into the nurse’s noggin, the careless caregiver weakly slapping at the champ’s backside. Finally, Kristin’s arms surround the legs of the Lone Star Girl just under her taut tush and the brunette uses her superior size to vault Heather up and over with a back body drop.
But to the Sister’s surprise, Crofton plants the landing on her boot soles instead of her spine, and when they spin to face each other, the younger grappler is faster than her counterpart. The Girl from Grapevine gets a little cheeky with the naughty nurse, lighting up Kristin’s cleavage with a double-barreled overhand slap to Manners’ gurls, an effrontery the Texan called the ‘Love Tap’.
Kristin’s face is twisted and pain and not a little surprise in being treated with such disrespect. She swings a wild haymaker Crofton ducks. With Manners off-balance, the titleholder shows her flexibility, dipping lifting her leg in an arch from behind, cracking her heel between the dark eyes of the challenger with a Scorpion Kick.
Scorpion Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVUwrVlBiSc )
Manners is staggered but keeps her feet. She shakes her head to clear some cobwebs and comes back swinging, but the Yellow Rose grabs the proffered right arm, pivots, and judo throws the bigger woman over her right shoulder.
Manners rolls through the impact, rising, turning and going after the champ again, determined to make Crofton the next patient for Orlando General’s ER. However, the limber Heather surrounds Kristin’s midriff in a front waistlock and ‘hups’ the brunette off the canvas, flipping her foe up and over with a simple but effective belly-to-belly suplex that SLAMS Manners back to the canvas with a heavy ‘THUMP’.
Belly-to-belly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HYdCwrUYXQ )
The cantankerous caregiver arches in pain, a hand reaching for the base of her spine, when the Lone Star Girl grabs the opposite wrist and drags a fidgeting Kristin to the Dream Team corner, Crofton tagging off to her legendary partner.
“I believe you want a piece of this,” Miss Mustang says, a slight grin creasing her features.
“I owe ya,” Dream replies.
As the icon enters, Heather yanks a wincing Manners to her feet and raises her foe’s right arm high, leaving plenty of room for Lisa to thrust a kick into the nurse’s unprotected ribcage.
Nick gives the champs a helpful reminder and Heather buggywhips Nurse Manners captured arm as a going away present, leaving Dream with her former psych ward overseer.
Lifting an elbow high, Lisa Legend thumps the point into the lowered forehead of the faltering nurse, sending her fellow woman in white rocketing to the deck. The fury over her past with the Sisters flowering, Dream stomps a mudhole out of Manners’ chest and belly, the brunette flipping to protect her bruised sternum.
With the nurse face down, Lisa drops to her knees at Kristin’s feet. She grabs Manners’ ankles and crosses her foe’s lower legs, then leans atop them to keep calves pinned to hammies. The Ultimate Image sweeps her torso in from the side, slipping under Manners’ left arm and reefing back with her Dreamy Stretch after securing a crossface grip.
Dreamy Stretch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A )
A growling Lisa seems determined to tear Manners in two and the former associate of Dr. Blassenville howls in anguish, grunting out a unconvincing ‘no’ to Castle after a dozen seconds of the torture.
Unwilling to risk her partner ceding their chance to bring the belts to their own personal clinic of horrors, Nurse Deborah slips through the ropes at Nick’s six and races to the wrestlers, THUMPING a double axhandle blow between the shoulderblades of Dream, breaking the hold.
The Girl from Grapevine isn’t about to see her mentor and friend take the brunt of both Sisters and enters the fray quickly behind, all four combatants in the ring.
“Ladies,” Castle shouts, “Only two in!”
Crofton seems interested in contributing to the solution, pulling Hurt off her partner and yanking the challenger to her feet. Grabbing hold of spandex on the nurse’s hip and the scruff of Deborah’s neck, the Texan bum rushes Hurt toward the ropes to toss her over. However, just as they reach the launch point, Deborah powers through a pirouette with the tag champ in tow and it’s the flaxen-haired Dream Teamer sent flying over the top, bouncing off the apron, and pooling on the arena floor to the displeasure of the Dreamers.
Nurse Deborah wipes her hands dramatically, happy to put Patient X14 in a handicap two-against-one situation any lunatic of Dream’s ilk required.
She turns to locate the Ultimate Image only to find a superkick from Dream locked, loaded and fired. Lisa NAILS the underside of Deborah’s chin with the lightning blast and the twisted Sister is sent cartwheeling over the cables, eventually joining the Yellow Rose on the outside, both in a serious state of disrepair.
Lisa mocks Hurt with her own exaggerated hand dusting, but the chuckles from the crowd quickly turn to alarm. The redeemed Dream finds a recovered Manners charging her and jumps into a spinning heel kick, catching Kristin flush on the nose, decking the nurse, Manners ending in a spreadeagle at Lisa’s feet gazing blankly at the rafters.
Skipping over the splayed Sister, Dream hops into the nearby strands, landing on the middle rope while grabbing the top. With practiced ease, she springboards off the rubber-coated steel, soaring through a backflip, her ivory midriff CRASHING down across Kristin’s tanned counterpart. The meaty ‘THWACK’ leads to a jackknife from the gutted Manners, challenger beneath champ, a burst of an exhale escaping her lips.
Lisa scoops the raised legs and rolls into a back press pin atop Manner’s chest, Dream gaining a measure of revenge over the Sisters with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kristin shoves out from under with considerable force, Lisa nodding in respect as she’s seated next to the nurse, acknowledging the horrible health care professional required more of her attention.
The Ultimate Image pulls Manners up as she rises, drawing the nurse into a side headlock. She grinds Kristin’s noggin against her hip, then pulls her on a trip to the ropes in front of her. Lisa launches as she closes, planning to plant her boot soles into the uppermost strand and springboard bulldog Nurse Manners into semi-consciousness. But Kristin gets her hands to Dream’s hips and heaves the tag champ off and over the cables.
Somehow, the agile Ultimate Image snatches the top rope, preventing herself from joining the wreckage below. The Dream dodges a thrusting shoulder from the caregiver, Kristin shooting her body between the top and middle ropes. With Manners hung out to dry, Lisa surges toward her former warden and CRASHES a knee into Kristin’s left temple. The nurse is the next woman to spill through, then off the apron, only to collect on the thinly-padded cement below.
As her partner and the Sisters of Mercy use each other to reach their feet, all relying on one another for balance, Dream stealthily moves to a corner post and measures the mass of humanity. Knowing Miss Mustang will forgive her, she races down the length of the apron and forward flips into a plancha, taking down all three women like a set of bowling pins, Lisa ending on the top of the pile of torsos and limbs.
Dream plucks Heather out of the wreckage. She dusts off the wobbly baby-faced blonde.
“Let’s finish off these loseRAHHHS.”
Lisa’s last word is amplified by a vengeful Manners, the kneeling Kristin rocketing an uppercut forearm between Dream’s wickets from behind. Lisa rises to tiptoes, face etched in anguish.
The Yellow Rose’s baby blues widen, Heather momentarily confused. But she gets the gist in a hurry when Nurse Deborah does the same to her from the opposite side.
Each brutally crotch-shotted by the deplorable challengers, the Dream Team fall into each other’s arms, bow-legged and groaning.
The Sisters pull their intrusive forearms from between the thighs of the champs, Dream and Crofton’s hands burying there in their place.
A satisfied pair of caregivers, having provided their special treatment, rise to their feet next to Lisa Legend and a top face of the next generation. Hurt slips her fingers into the golden locks of Miss Mustang while Nurse Kristin does the same with the dark mop of the Ultimate Image.
“Time for some group therapy,” Manners informs, winking at her fellow naughty nurse. The women pull each head back, then toss the noggin of each forward, the partners banging coconuts, forehead to forehead.
Lisa and Heather whiplash away from the collision, waddling off in opposite directions after making U-turns from their meeting of the minds.
Deborah quickly catches the Lone Star Girl, snatching her right wrist and shoulder. Providing a boost of force in her foe’s forward locomotion, Hurt whips Heather into the steel ring steps, the Yellow Rose sent headlong into a CLANKING connection with the steel. Crofton puddles at its base, demolished.
Manners, hearing the bleating Castle continuing to count everyone toward a double disqualification, rolls under the ropes, then back out, snickering at the frustrated Nick as she moves to Dream, Lisa kneading at her privates.
Grabbing The Dream by a handful of hair, Kristin directs the champ to the apron and SLAMS her skull into the hardest part of the mat surface, ONE, TWO, THREE TIMES, the enmity of the Dreamophiles growing with each.
Dipping and lifting Lisa off the floor, Kristin places her dazed former patient on the canvas and rolls her in the field of play with a shove, then follows.
The Ultimate Image, showing she has fight left, pushes to a seat but seems at a temporary loss on how to rise any further. Manners stalks the icon from behind, grabbing Lisa’s arms at the wrists. The Sister pulls the limbs high and wide, then steps over them, right then left leg, before clamping down on Dream with a standing head scissors.
With the vise-like leg work turning Lisa’s flawless features rosy from the pressure, Manners releases The Dream’s wrists and instead tears into her foe’s face, trying to rearrange her perfect mug. Deciding she can provide even more intensive ‘therapy’, Kristin reaches forward and cleverly crosses Lisa’s extended stems in a figure four, then uses the handle of the uncrossed lower limb to secure her Stump Puller. Lifting the leg toward her, Nurse Kristen has Dream howling in agony.
Modified Stump Puller ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHGsk3CAUtU )
“GIVE UP, PSYCHO!” the nurse shouts, sending waves of pain as she yanks the limb further.
But with no surrender forthcoming, Manners drops to her backside, creating a pinning predicament out of the submission, Lisa Legend stacked on her shoulders, legs still crossed in a ‘four’, head between the powerful thighs of the challenger’s intensive care for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Dream finds a way to spasm out of the seemingly lost cause, keeping her and her partner’s title reign alive, if on life support.
Not that it’s needed, but help is on the way for Manners.
With Heather down and out, Deborah helps herself to an illegal entry, the challengers ready to finish off the Dream Team together.
Kristin pulls a rubbery Dream to unsteady feet, then dips and scoops her arms under the slender thighs of the Ultimate Image. The powerful brunette lifts Lisa off the canvas, The Dream’s upper half flung over the nurse’s left shoulder.
Taking her silent cue, Deborah backtracks to the ropes to rebound, then charge and brutally clothesline Lisa Legend from her partner’s embrace with a Heart Attack.
Heart Attack ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyDpgbEa6J4 ) :53
But as Hurt hits the cables to gain the necessary momentum, a risen Lone Star Girl is there to reach an arm under the bottom strand and trip Deborah to the canvas-covered floorboards, the Sister landing HARD on her chin.
With Deborah’s ankles within easy reach, Crofton yanks the nurse to the outside.
She shoves the grimacing Hurt to the steel barricade behind her, the base of Deborah’s spine CRASHING into the unforgiving metal. And with the careless caregiver leaning against the divider, the Yellow Rose races toward her, applying her own lariat of a clothesline. This one hits the mark, THUMPING across Deborah’s clavicle and sending her tumbling into the front row.
As Miss Mustang had pulled Hurt out to meet her on the arena floor, a bewildered Manners, back turned from the breakup of her double team, waits, wondering where her partner is with the exclamation point to their title victory.
Kristin continues to hold Dream aloft for long seconds, scooped in her arms, Manners finally spinning to find the delay. The twist loosens her grip on Lisa and the veteran has the sense and know-how to wrap Manners’ head in a front facelock while wrenching her legs free from her foe’s grip. She throws the stems backward then swings them forward, laying out, POUNDING the crown of Kristin’s cranium into the deck with a perfect Spike DDT.
Spike DDT ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=qg9TJlakGH0 )
In a momentary headstand, the naughty nurse finishes her flip, ending in a spreadeagle, flatlined by Lisa Legend.
Having pulled the trick deep from her bag, a spent Lisa crawls to the Dream Team corner on hands and knees, arriving just as her fresh-faced partner reaches her legal spot.
“Can you finish this bytch for me?” The Dream huffs.
“I got this. She’ll never admit anyone to Orlando General again,” comes the determined reply, as Heather lowers to tap Lisa softly on the dome.
Crofton slips through the cables, takes a glance to find Deborah still trying to find the wits to extricate herself, then turns to Manners, the Sister having weakly pushed to all fours.
“Let’s see if I can’t give you a sedative, nurse,” the Girl from Grapevine states brazenly.
Heather ‘helps’ a shellshocked Manners to her feet, then, shoulder to should in the same direction, collects the near stem and draws it back. The buzz in the crowd grows, knowing what the Lone Star Girl has in mind, and she uses all her reserves to toss the lower limb forward, RIPPING Kristin off her remaining planted boot and delivering her foe’s shoulders and the back of her skull to the floorboards with her spectacular Texas Tornado.
Texas Tornado ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYQacdoLnEM ) 1:58
The Yellow Rose presses the rubble she’s made of the naughty nurse against her back and shoulders, cradles both legs, then rolls into a back press pin, the entire arena counting out with Castle.
ONE…
TWO…
THREEEE!
Nick motions for the bell and the belts.
A weary but elated Dream, still inside the ring, leaning against the buckles from her backside, pumps a fist as best she’s able, as Crofton releases the limp legs of her failed challenger.
Having been pushed to the limit, the champs remain seated, offering each other tired grins from a distance as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winners and STILL Tag Team Champions, Heather Crofton and Lisa Dream…The Dream Team!”
The arrival of their gold seems to inspire blonde and brunette, younger and older, Ultimate Image and Lone Star Girl, to their feet.
They wearily embrace over the comatose carcass of a woman who still plagued an occasional dream of Dream’s.
Lisa plants a boot on Kristin’s chest as she’s handed her title. Heather hugs her partner shoulder to shoulder with her near arm, while lifting the hardware with the other.
“I think we’ve put whatever mental hold remained over me to bed with dear Miss Manners,” Lisa chuckles.
The victors invite a ragged Deborah, idling near the apron, into the ring. Hurt declines, slapping the canvas but making sure to remain out of reach in her defeat, not wanting to be in the show made of her Sister as the show fades to commercial.