Post by hawkeye on Oct 8, 2024 0:55:05 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, BECKY CLAYTON! CELIA BLASSENVILLE! THEY ARE PSY OPS!”
Already dimmed by that unpleasant proclamation, the mood in the FAWN Arena grew downright unpleasant when the speaker leaked out several odd, 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?
The jeers were coming fast and furious when the curtain was brushed aside and the former Champions stepped into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd left the Tag ranks trembling and helpless until two disgusting cast-offs had to go and ruin all the fun. But that was in the past, a singular anomaly about to be undone by the New Order of Things.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Patently unimpressed by the noise funneled in their direction, Becky Clayton raised a cupped hand to one ear, daring the idiots to get even louder. Eyes rolling in clear disdain when they did exactly that, the One Woman Army planted a smooch on her fingertips and swatted it against her hip, a clear invitation for any and all, not they they were worthy of such a boon. For tonight's reclamation mission, Bex wore a threatening red, black & grey 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 red wrist-tape.
Beside her, the Crimson Cagliostro wore a gleaming red 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 Becky taunted the crowd without hesitation, Celia held her tongue not out of any ingrained respect (as nothing could be further from the truth) but simply because she wanted to see if the little white mice had anything interesting to offer. When she realized they didn't, she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
“Shock and awe.” the brunette noted after a moment's thought. “Good plan, Doc. I can work with that.” Tired of waiting, Clayton started down the ramp with Blassenville a few steps behind. Reaching the foot of the steel steps in no time, the challengers went up single file, dipped through the ropes and went straight for referee Al Carpenter who almost threw himself out of the way before Bex and Celia split off to claim both far corners.
“Get it out of your system now, fuck-wits.” Clayton barked to the jeering throng. “Because once we're done Dream's going back to her padded cell and Crofton's gonna be working lunch shift at the Palatka Hooters.”
Mania. Against their biggest rivals.
Lisa couldn’t deny Bethany Christian’s penchant for making the most important card of the year full of raised stakes. And what could have higher than a rubber match between her and her beloved, baby-faced protégé and the two women arguably the biggest antagonists of her legendary career.
With the challenges in the ring, ready to bring mayhem both mental and physical, behind the curtain, the women many continue to consider a peculiar pairing, even with gold around their waists, share a hug.
The plates of their titles clack off the other’s as they embrace, ready to defend again, but for the first time against their most bitter rivals, the side from whom they’d rescued the title hardware.
Disconnecting after a long heartfelt squeeze, the blonde ingenue from the heart of Texas and the reformed Lisa Legend from the Big Apple push through together.
With her illustrious partner’s infamous accompaniment filling the darkened arena, the Lone Star Girl joins the Personification of Perfection in setting themselves center stage, reveling in the adoration they receive, still sight unseen.
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 equally adorable and adored Heather is encased in the glow.
The crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort in the auditory embrace, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain, Lisa echoing the excitement of the Texan, pumping her fist, drawing the Dreamers into a further frenzy.
The Ultimate Inage remains a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her. 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 Miss Mustang offers The Dream 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 in support of 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 foremost adversaries, then slips through the ropes. She waits nervously in the middle until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they applaud the exalting audience, the legend keeping a watchful eye on the women they dethroned and the two souls on earth who, without a doubt, wished the most ill on her.
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 continues 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. The FAWN Tag Team Champions! The Dream Team!”
The eclectic duo shares a high five, hand over their gold and leather, then huddle to discuss who will take the lead leg.
Crofton and Dream are in the midst that last minute strategy session in the corner when the bell CLANGED through the rafters. The crowd roared even louder but Lisa paid it no mind, the veteran certain it was simply the FAWNatics celebrating the initiation of violence. Heather on the other hand flicked a glance toward the challenger's side of town and as such she had just enough time to shout, “WATCH OUT!” and shove her partner as hard as she could!
Caught off balance by the abrupt action, Lisa lurched backward and lost her balance, the white-clad veteran spilling between the top and middle strands about half a heartbeat before Becky Clayton rushed in and THAWHUMPED the Girl From Grapevine against the buckles with an Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=63O0Vt5Na0s
Hooking her right arm around the back of Crofton's head even as she noted Dream trying to catch her bearings on the apron, Bex looked over one shoulder and was not surprised to see the Mistress of Puppets strolling toward the action. “Get ready doc,” she called above the outraged clamor of those assembled. “This one's for you!” The Camouflage Crusher stepped out and to the side to clear a path for Heather, who she slung toward Blassenville at top speed. Seemingly unconcerned by the chaos unfolding all around her, Celia picked up the pace as Crofton barreled into range but it wasn't until the last second that she hopped off her left foot to THWHACK the right across the Texan's jaw with a murderous Pump Kick!
PUMP KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSmb4Fybe00
Heather went down in a heap, landing awkwardly on her right shoulder and hip before rolling through to all fours. She was still settling into this admittedly vulnerable position when the Crimson Cagliostro grabbed a handful of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A few seconds prior, over in the champions' corner, Becky Clayton reached over the top rope and buried both hands in Dream's hair and hauled her uprig—Lisa laced her own hands around the back of the brunette's neck and leapt out into the void in search of a Hot Sh—“NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Groans of surprise and disappointment from the Dreamophiles when Clayton lunged forward and THUMPED a Headbutt against the former World Champion's perfect sternum! Lisa's clasp on Becky collapsed and she dropped to the floor with a heavy thud that earned another round of sympathetic groaning from those in the first several rows.
“That sounded like it hurt.” the Temptress said to no one in particular as she squeeeeeeeeeezed the smaller wrestler's head between her thighs.
“Not nearly as much as she deserves.” Clayton muttered as she returned her attention to the squared circle.
“Shall we finish this early, then?” Blassenville grabbed a handful of Crofton's waistband and gave it a yank that earned a moan from the Yellow Rose.
The One Woman Army nodded grimly and settled into a worrisome crouch. “Hoist the bitch up, doc. Time she paid the price for having shitty friends.”
Celia couldn't argue with that so she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Heather's waist. A simple boost was more than enough to flip Crofton up and over onto the redhead's right shoulder where Blassenville deftly switched from the Waistlock to a grip on her prey's biceps that boosted her even higher into the air! Delighted by the horrified gasps of a crowd convinced they were watching a massacre take place, Bex rocked back on her heels and shot for—a flinty-eyed Lisa Dream grabbed hold of her rival's ankles and yanked them out from underneath to send the brunette to the canvas flat on her face!
Separated from the Camouflage Crusher by the unyielding expanse of a steel ring-post, the Divine Dream planted her right foot against the support and pushed off while simultaneously yanking back to THWHUMP Clayton's undercarriage against the post!
Snarling in disgust as their well-crafted ambush went sideways, Celia tightened her grip on Heather's biceps and shot up on tiptoe. If she couldn't have MK Ultra she could at least Crucifix the poor little Stockholm Syndromer through the mat with a Crucifix Bo—NO!
Heather swung her legs backward and hooked 'em around Blassenville's torso just as Temptress slung her forward! Chin tucked tight against her chest, Crofton swung down Celia's back and through her planted stems to wrench the Destroyer off her feet with a Yoshi Tonic that PLANTED her on the back of her head and shoulders! Holding on for dear life, Heather kept herself glued to Blassenville's squirming haunches while Al Carpenter swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Celia popped her hips and rolled forward into a seat on Heather's chest, but rather than try and hold her down for a cover of her own, the Mistress of Puppets shrugged off the blonde's legs and wrapped both hands around Heather's throat! In the next instant she got to her feet and earned some grudging 'ooooooooohhhh's!' from the FAWNatics when she hoisted her burden high into the air!
“This resilience is impressive, but ultimately does more harm than good, Ms. Crofton.” Blassenville spoke in the tone of a woman commenting on the weather or those delicious mini-enchiladas in catering rather than that of someone trying to throttle the life of an adversary. “All it does is instill false hope and that's the last thing my little white mice nee—”
Crofton managed to brace her shins against the Temptress' hips to alleviate some of the strain, unfortunately all her scrabbling and pawing at Celia's hands did nothing to get her feet back on the canvas. Blessed be then to the Ultimate Image, who grabbed her partner around the waist and prized her from Blassenville's grip with a strong yank!
Setting the gasping Texan to one side as delicately as she could meant the former World Champion had minimal prep time for an irritated Celia, yet she still managed to plant on her left foot and THWHAP the right into the pit of the Destroyer's stomach! The Back Kick doubled Celia over and forced her retreat a few steps, thus ensuring some extra precious seconds that were all she needed to THWHACK a Super Kick to the challenger's chin!
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHOuRPkaSas
Blassenville's head snapped back and the rest of her followed, though she didn't crumple to the deck as Lisa had hoped she might. No matter, the white-clad warrior stalked after her one-time caregiver and caught hold of her left wrist so she spin into place under that captured limb. In the next instant she hooked her right arm around the back of Blassenville's noggin and kicked that leg up like she was auditioning for a spot at Radio City! Thrilled at the prospect of a Day Dreamer bringing a swift end to the Psy Ops nightmare, the FAWNatics leapt to their feet with a roar only to groan in communal disappointment when the Crimson Cagliostro braced both hands against Lisa's lower back and shoved as hard as she could!
The Three Quarters Facelock disintegrated as Dream stumbled away from Blassenville, the brunette's recovery made a bit more challenging because she had to navigate around Heather, who was still on all fours recovering from—Clayton surged in from the corner and turned her nemesis inside out with a hateful Lariat!
“Nasty bitch.” the force of the Lariat had dropped Bex to one knee, but she was still far better off than The Dream, who had one arm thrown over the back of her head and one boot tapping absently at the canvas. “Go to my trunks again and I swear I'll break your fuckin' ja—”
“All right, that's ENOUGH!' Al Carpenter barked over his charges. “Celia and Heather are legal, Becky and Lisa are not. Get the hell to your corners right now or I'll throw this whole thing out!”
The Camouflage Crusher was ready to contradict this point, but she held her tongue when Celia raised a hand. “Rebecca can see herself out, Mr. Carpenter and I'll tend to Lisa in short order. But first I must tend to some business with Ms. Crofton.”
Al looked dubious, yet Clayton raised her hands to shoulder-level and retreated to the challengers' corner without complaint so he didn't argue when the Temptress grabbed Heather by the shoulder-straps and dragged her to boot-leather. Hooking her right arm over Crofton's left shoulder, Celia dipped her head to get it beneath the smaller wrestler's right arm before she leaned in to murmur in her ear. “Your loyalty is not in question, Ms. Crofton. That's never been the issue. Your choice of mentor however... that's only going to get you hurt. And not by Rebecca or myself.” Heather grunted something and tried to pull away, alas Celia only grabbed hold of her blonde above the left hip and tore her into the air once more. No Dreamy intervention this time, just an emphatic return to the canvas-sheathed plywood as Blassenville THAWHAMMED her down flat!
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBVif2j5XJs
Crofton bounced on impact, the blonde tumbling onto shoulder and hip in the wake of the brutal Uranage. The champ was definitely in good position for a pin, but Celia had given her word to Al Carpenter and she kept it by hauling Lisa upright with a double handful of hair.
Considering Lisa's rubbery legs and glassy stare, Blassenville simply could've led the woozy champion back to her corner, so it spoke volumes to the history between them when Celia slipped an arm through Lisa's luscious stems and scooped her up on one shoulder. She encountered no resistance save jeers on the trip into Dream Team territory and while they did get louder as she approached the buckles, the massed vitriol wasn't nearly enough to stop the Mistress of Puppets from stuffing her burden against the corner so she could trap her boots beneath the top turnbuckle.
With Lisa promptly secured to the Tree of Woe, Celia dropped to one knee and said, “I thought it would be more fun to make Ms. Crofton watch as we demolished you, dear Lisa. But her affection for you seems, dare I say it, genuine? Assuming this delusion is a shared one, forcing you to watch her suffer will be most enlightening.”
On that ominous note the Temptress stood up and headed back toward the slowly recovering Yellow Rose.
The babyface blonde propped up on her palms, upper half off the canvas, butt and boot soles on the mat. She blinked her eyes wide, hoping more of her senses seeped back into her brain. A shame then that Dr. Blassenville’s a busy woman and not willing to wait.
She wrapped a palm around Crofton’s throat, Heather’s eyes bugging as her windpipe was constricted. With a second grip on her foe’s right shoulder, the Crimson Cagliostro drew the smaller woman up. Heather’s hands surround Celia’s right wrist, but she’s unable to unclasp herself from Blassenville’s choke. Only when Al started his count does the good doctor decide a different course was necessary.
Releasing her grasp, the redhead dipped, wrapped her arms around the Lone Star Girl’s abdomen and locked her arms in the small of the blonde’s back. Compressing Heather, Celia lifted Crofton off the canvas in a tight Bear Hug! The Yellow Rose tried to relieve some of the pressure by wrapping her legs around Celia, but the Scissors was soft and Blassenville’s embrace was definitely not, forcing the air from the gasping Heather.
Contracting the increasingly breathless, flailing Texan, Celia gave Heather a violent rattle, forcing more of the fight from the Tag Champion. The Temptress turned and carried the wilting Rose toward the overturned Tree-bound Dream, Lisa squirming but unable to find release.
“Cute kid you’ve got here,” Blassenville grunted, continuing to pour on the pressure around the midriff of the Girl from Grapevine. “Made her a champ. Alas, we know around you, all happiness is fleeting.”
Celia released her Hug, dropping Heather to rubbery legs. She spun the wobbly blonde toward her upside-down partner, sank a set of talons into Crofton’s scalp and POUNDED Miss Mustang’s forehead into THE JUNCTURE OF LISA’S THIGHS!
A gurgling Dream, finally loosed from her predicament by the involuntary action of her fellow titleholder, Lisa tumbled out of the Tree of Woe and cratered into a ball with hands buried in her crotch.
The Dreamers voiced their displeasure, but a drunkenly stumbling Heather was in no condition to act on their wishes. Instead, the menacing MD lifted Heather to a seat on the top buckle of the corner to which Lisa Legend laid beneath, the domination of Psy Ops never more evident.
The Crimson Cagliostro grabbed the slumping Lone Star Girl in a Cravate grip, pivoted and THUMPED Crofton onto the deck with a Cravate-o-clasm that shook the ring and left the Yellow Rose splayed in a spreadeagle, motionless.
CRAVATE-O-CLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmAjcU3-WDI
Dr. Blassenville deigned to hook the blasted blonde’s far leg and rolled into a Back Press pin to reclaim the titles with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The stubborn Texan kicked out of the pin, rolling to her hip and shoulder. Seated next to her adversary, the good doctor had a look of mild disappointment. She glanced over her shoulder at Dream, Lisa having made it to all fours but still suffering from the waves of pain emanating from below.
“I do believe your insanity may be rubbing off on this peculiar child.”
Blassenville snatched a handful of golden tresses and yanked a tenderized Heather to her feet as she rose. She led the Girl from Grapevine to the Psy Ops corner and tagged the One Woman Army into the battlefield. Of course, Dr. Blassenville preferred group therapy and so remained when Clayton entered.
Al did his best to guide the Temptress out of the confines, but it’s clear Celia, though distracted by the referee, had no interest in following his order. Ready for the double-team, Blassenville turned to find Becky delayed, Lisa having grabbed onto a leg of the Camouflage Crusher to prevent the two-timing handiwork.
With both illegal entrants now in the fray, Carpenter held his count, and it paid immediate dividends for the challengers. Realizing Heather was all hers for the moment, Blassenville spun back to Crofton and ducked a Clothesline attempt from the Yellow Rose, Heather trying desperately to regain momentum.
With the swing and miss, the Lone Star Girl was off-balance and ripe for picking. The auburn-haired grappler draped her left arm around the neck of Miss Mustang in a backhand grip and pulled the blonde into a Dragon Sleeper position.
But there’s no slow nap for Crofton. Instead, Celia delivered her Aversion Therapy to the reeling Heather, spinning her skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKziALYbBgs
Meanwhile, Clayton’s hauled her lethargic rival to verticality. Dream’s not a strength match for the One Woman Army in the best of times, but in her less-than-perfect state, Becky easily tugged and twisted Dream into a Pumphandle position. She pulled a lowered Lisa between her muscular stems, then collected a SECOND Pumphandle, the crowd murmuring at what Clayton had in mind.
The Destroyer-class brunette yanked Dream through a front flip that puts the alabaster-skinned beauty in Becky’s lap. Clayton cradled one leg while wrapping her other around the back of Lisa’s neck, then tossed the Ultimate Image high in front of her. The elaborate yet powerful precision paid off when Becky DESTROYED The Dream by THUMPING her into the deck with a Double Pumphandle Cradle Bomb.
DOUBLE PUMPHANDLE CRADLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfiMD4mZ3mg
Stacked on her shoulders in Becky’s possession, Lisa’s dead to the world between the legs of the Camouflage Crusher for an unofficial three-count and then some. Clayton tossed away the Dream-ains like alabaster-skinned refuse.
“Preview of coming attractions!” she shouted at the front rows, knowing well her pin of The Dream won’t count toward the legal result or the transfer of the belts.
A few feet removed, the Temptress pulled the Texas ragdoll to her feet, the FAWNatics silenced by the awesome display of the challengers.
With the fight effectively returned to two-on-one, Carpenter started his count of the rampaging redhead and Dr. Blassenville, having broken her Hippocratic Oath innumerable times over the course of her career, showed the barest hint of respect for the rules, throwing up her hands and exiting. She took the time to roll Lisa’s carcass out below the bottom rope with a shove of her boot on her trip to the Psy Ops corner.
“She’s all yours, Rebecca.” Celia said, ceding the field to the team’s legal combatant.
Clayton nodded, her gaze firmly fixed on the plucked Yellow Rose, the Dream Team faltering under the hot lights of this 'Mania spectacle.
Heather pushed to one knee as Becky approached, head slumped. The Lone Star Girl sprang to life enough to swing a sweeping leg that ‘thunked’ into the muscle of Clayton’s meaty right thigh, causing a slight grimace from the One Woman Army.
“No surrender for you, eh little girl?” Becky asked.
“Bytch. I’m from Texas.”
“I suppose that means I shouldn’t mess with you?”
Becky renewed her advance wading through kicks to her left thigh, then right, Crofton determined to make the challenger pay for the advance.
Reaching Heather, she placed her palms on the blonde’s shoulders and shoved Clayton into the corner behind her, the Girl from Grapevine’s back blasted against the buckles.
Wincing but persistent, Miss Mustang climbed to the middle ropes on either side and leapt into a Crossbody Splash of the bigger brunette.
The One Woman Army caught Heather across her chest as if her adversary was barely an inconvenience. Clayton effortlessly ‘hupped’ Heather onto her right shoulder, preparing for the Power Slam that would end the competitive portion of the contest. However, a wriggling Heather escaped her grip and slipped down Becky’s back.
She shoved Clayton forward, the Camouflage Crusher tripping as she lurched toward the buckles. The bigger brunette reeled between the top and middle and BANGED her shoulder into the steel ring post.
A hint of hope rumbled through the Dreamers. Heather turned to march to her support and tag her legendary partner, but Lisa’s not at her post.
Dream was on the arena floor, on hands and knees, trying her best to make it back.
Miss Mustang was the Lone Ranger for the moment.
Accepting the fact that Psy Ops were hers and hers alone, Crofton spared a quick glance at the challengers' corner to confirm that the Mistress of Puppets was waiting on the apron and not lurking somewhere else around ringside. A malicious smile from the redhead confirmed Heather's hopes and that was good, unfortunately the brief distraction was enough for Becky Clayton to pull herself away from the ring-post with a pissed off groan.
“Crap.” Heather muttered as she tried to work out a line of attack. Her brain was still whirring when her body took over, the Girl From Grapevine sprinting straight at the six of an unsuspecting Camouflage Crusher. Taking to the skies at the last possible second, Crofton stretched out parallel to the canvas and THWHAPPED every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds across the small of Becky's back with a cleverly delivered Flying Crossbody! Hooking an arm around the support that held the turnbuckle to the ring-post as soon as she made contact, Heather hooked her feet around the middle rope level with Clayton's left hip and squeeeeeeezed as hard as she could!
CORNER CROSSBODY & SCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGQvN11neCI
“RRRGGGHH GET OFFA ME!” the former World Champ huffed in protest as Yellow Rose crunched her in an extremely unorthodox Scissors. “Dammit Carpenter, I'm in the ropes!”
There was no arguing that assertion, yet Al didn't agree outright. Instead he took a couple extra seconds strolling up to the corner where he tapped Crofton on the shoulder and said, “All right Heather, lets get her out of there, ok?”
“It's 'Mania, Al.” she answered. “Don't you think I'm entitled to a count?”
Al couldn't argue that either (Bex was happy to do it for him) so he took a step back and called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Heather unhooked her legs and slipped out onto the apron while Becky pushed away from the buckles and lashed out with a wild Haymaker that would've caved in the blonde's jaw if she'd been anywhere near it. The force of the miss dropped Clayton to one knee, the brunette hardbody growling in irritation as she set one hand against the canvas and strapped her other arm against her roiling midsection. Elsewhere Heather Crofton had scrambled to the top turnbuckle and found herself gifted with the oblivious curve of the challenger's back. A rumble from the FAWNatics drew Heather's attention to the Dream Team's corner and she was delighted to see a weary, albeit vertical Lisa in place and grasping the tag rope. Just that glimpse of her partner was enough to galvanize the blonde, Crofton getting some London-esque height on the leap that took her from the penthouse all the way down to Clayton's back which she skewered with a THWHUMPING Mushroom Stomp between the shoulders!
DIVING MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKD3J16WF8E
The One Woman Army went down in a heap while Heather rolled clear and though she came up with an unobstructed path to Dreamland, the blonde wasn't about to return to her mentor empty-handed. Instead she hurried back to Bex, grabbed a double handful of hair and dragged the discombobulated Destroyer upright. A quick Toe Kick kept Clayton gasping for breath and gave the Girl From Grapevine all the time she needed to spin around and reach over her left shoulder to catch Becky's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Hanging on as tight as she could, Heather rushed into the Dream Team's side of town and hopped into the air, the blonde nimbly 'walking' up the middle and top ropes to—Lisa reached out and swatted her partner's boot in full view of Al Carpenter, who acknowledged the switch with a nod and a signal.
Both Heather and Becky remained oblivious to this substitution, what with the former flipping over the latter to dish out a heaping serving of Texas Toa—NO! Clayton wrenched loose of the smaller wrestler's grip and took a giant step back so that when Heather came down she did so gut-first atop the Camouflage Crusher's right shoulder! Hooking her right arm across Crofton's lower back in the blink of an eye, Bex palmed the nape of the youngster's neck in her free hand, then whipped around on one foot and dropped forward and down to THAWHAM her foe against the deck with a massive Power Slam!
OVER THE SHOULDER POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiXcjou2Pt4
The move hit like a freight train and even Psy Ops haters couldn't help but 'ooooooohhhh!' in appreciation when Clayton reared back on her haunches in the aftermath. Interestingly enough the only person not showing their appreciation for the display was Celia Blassenville, as she'd noted the tag that'd heretofore escaped her partner's notice. “Don't cover her, Rebecca!” she shouted from across the squared circle. “Dream made the tag!”
The smirk on Bex's face gave way to irritation as she shoved Crofton away and rushed to her feet in a rush to find the hateful bit—Clayton turned to the champions' corner and Lisa was already upon her, the Ultimate Image of Avenging Perfection descending from a perfect springboard to THWHUNK the point of her right knee home just above Clayton's left eye! The brunette spun with the impact, went down on her butt and rolled to her knees while Dream hit the deck in a perfect somersault and popped upright a yard or removed from the penitent battler. Shot already lined up, Lisa hopped off her back (left) foot and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick offa the side of Clayton's jaw!
SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE & LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8ZrygENqlU
Becky went down in a heap in the middle of the ring, her vulnerability prompting an immediate roar from the FAWNatics. Lisa had to admit it was tempting, but it was a lure she passed up for the time being. She'd been to war with Rebecca Clayton far too many times to believe she'd be kept down so easily. Still, she wasn't about to pass on a golden opportunity. Backing into the strands to her foe's right, Lisa rushed out at top speed and skipped over the challenger on her way to the far side of the squared circle. Once there she hopped onto the second strand, crunched in on herself and leapt backward into the void, the former two-time World Champion stretching out full length to THWHAP down on Clayton's fluttering abdominals with a perfect Dreamysault!
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Lisa came away from the impact on her knees while Bex rolled onto her left shoulder and hip. Neither woman stayed there for long though, as Dream shoveled Clayton onto her back and stretched out across her flattened midriff to hook the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
The Camouflage Crusher wrenched her leg loose just after 'TWO!' much to the irritation of the FAWNatics.
Lisa was disappointed but not irritated and certainly not surprised. Hooking onto the challenger's shoulder-straps for better leverage, Lisa got to her feet and forced Clayton to do the same before reeling her into a Front Facelock. In the next instant she slung Bex's near arm across her shoulders and bent down to collect the Destroyer's left leg in a tight cradle. From there she rolled backward in a two-person tumble, came up on her feet near the middle of the ring and immediately took Clayton up, over, and down, the big brunette PLANTED on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Ode to Perfection, verse One!
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kckpvUw9_UQ
Al saw Becky's shoulders glued to the mat and went to make the count only to draw back when Lisa rolled them both clear of the predicament and got to her feet with the hooks still in place! Twisting around so she could put a warning eye on Celia, the Personification of Perfection stared a hole through Blassenville as she warned, “Keep your distance, Temptress.”
Celia offered nothing save an infuriatingly benign smile so Dream muscled her burden up overhead just to drop almost straight down, Lisa deftly hooking her right leg around Becky's left calf heartbeats before she THWHUMPED down on the back of her head and shoulders, a victim to the second verse in the Ode to Perfection! Lisa's careful cradling meant the longtime rivals landed in what was essentially a Small Package with Clayton's shoulders stacked high and tight for a count of...
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fewh9o8kZdY
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Celia Blassenville had no concerns about the resilience of her partner, yet she simply could not pass up an opportunity to inflict head trauma on Lisa Dream, thus she dipped through the strands and delivered a rude STOMP to the back of the champ's noggin half a second before 'THREE!'
“Dammit Celia!” Carpenter barked over the jeers of the sold-out crowd. “You know better than that!”
Hands already raised to shoulder-level, the Crimson Cagliostro shrugged and replied, “You'd certainly think so, wouldn't yUUUNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Lisa was shaking off the stomp and in no condition to correct Blassenville's bad behavior, Heather Crofton on the other hand had been biding her time in search of a perfect chance to administer some revenge and she took it in the form of a gorgeous Springboard Dropkick that took her three quarters of the way across the ring to THWHUMP the soles of her boots into Celia's chest! The Temptress stumbled backward, stepping in fence-post holes until she hit the ropes and fell through the gap between the top and middle ropes! As for the Yellow Rose, she dipped around the startled referee and went straight for the apron to pursue the stunned redhead!
A brawl on the outside wasn't anything Carpenter considered ideal, yet it did get the illegal participants out of the ring so their partners could wage war unimpeded. Along those lines, Lisa was up and stalking around Clayton's six while the Camouflage Crusher worked to rise from a wobbly three point stance. She'd just returned to full verticality when Lisa rushed in and leapt onto the big brunette's shoulders! Ankles crossing in an instant, Dream popped her hips and bent backward to rip Bex outta her boots with a Dream Driv—OH NO!
Clayton cinched her arms around the champ's shins and leaned forward to thwart the Dream Driver with her nemesis dangling down her back like an involuntary cape! Without so much as a moment's thought, Bex hop-stamped in place and snapped forward to whip her foe around in blurry two hundred and seventy-degree arc that ended with Lisa THWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJiZP9aBBVg
A bug-eyed Dream flopped to her back in a stupor, but the One Woman Army isn’t interested in a pin at the moment. Instead, she put her Army boots to Lisa’s chest and midriff until a shell-shocked Ultimate Image slowly rolled to her chest to find a modicum of protection and relief.
Unfortunately for the Dreamers, it’s not the best position for defending her perimeter.
Clayton mounted Lisa in a genuflecting straddle of the Dream’s pert backside. GI Bex snatched both wrists of the groaning brunette, then planted a kneecap directly in the base of Dream’s spine. Shifting her hands, she scooped her palms under the chin of the champion, Becky bending Dream’s spine into a painful arch. But when she switched her grip again, to hook her arms around Lisa’s elbows and pulled harder, Bex seemed to be closing in on capitulation.
Still not done, she unhooked her left arm to set it in a Crossface grip, finishing off a terrifying Knee Press Crossface Chickenwing that had the Personification of Perfection shrieking in agony, not a few of the Dreamophiles looking away, unable to digest the sight.
KNEE PRESS CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IadOrq_h-PU
In total control of the knotted Dream, the Camouflage Crusher mugged at the FAWNatics, rousing their ire.
“I’m going to snap this bytch’s spine and no one will be able to put The Dream together again!”
The curve in Lisa’s spinal column was frightening, her midriff thrust forward. A delighted Becky winked at the masochistic MD in the corner. She beamed a smile in return.
“Missing the peaceful confines of your padded stall?” Blassenville ssniped to her former ‘Funny Farm’ guest. Lisa could only huff pitifully in return, her abs being shredded by Becky, not that her folded and pinned legs appeared in much better shape.
“You know what I want.” Clayton demanded. “The perfect surrender. Give me that and it’ll all be over.”
Given another few seconds, it might’ve happened, but Miss Mustang was feeling more than a little frisky about she and Lisa keeping their belts. The blonde hustled through the cables and drove a knee into the back of Becky’s skull to emphatically break the submission.
Dream flopped to her chest and face after release, exhaling in momentary relief, but with her vertebrae still burning in agony from the aftereffects.
Spilled to all fours, Clayton started to rise. The dark-hared, Destroyer-class grappler reached stooped feet, when Crofton laid into her foe with a European Uppercut that straightened the bigger woman with a curled forearm to the chin. Eyes spinning like slots, an unsteady Bex was shoved into a neutral corner by the Lone Star Girl, strong back 'thwapping' against the buckles behind her.
Carpenter tried to guide the illegal Heather to her proper placement, but Crofton shook him off and strode to a listing Becky.
WHACK!
The kid lit up Clayton’s cleavage with a signature Love Tap, a double-barrel overhand Slap from the Yellow Rose.
With the crowd ‘wooooing’ from the impact, Heather loaded up another, but her wrists were grasped from behind, any idea of a second helping of The Tap halted by the Crimson Cagliostro. The perturbed purveyor of her own special brand of therapy, Celia maneuvered the wide-eyed Girl From Grapevine into backpack position, the blonde strapped to her foe's spine, perpendicular and back-to-back with Celia. Hooking an elbow on one side, the auburn-haired grappler captures her foe’s crossed ankles on the other.
On her knees nearby, a grimacing Lisa tried vainly to make a save, her former treating psychiatrist laying out and SLAMMING her baby-faced protégé into the canvas with a wicked Nature vs. Nurture.
NATURE VS. NURTURE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2mIBPIXKVE
“Looks like you could use some help.” Blassenville growled at Al, the official not in a position to truthfully say ‘no’.
Scraping what’s left of Heather off the canvas, the Temptress turned bouncer, bum rushing a ragdolled Texan to the strands and tossing the Lone Star Girl over the top, Crofton crashing and burning to the floor below.
Celia turned to the man in stripes.
“I believe the words are ‘thank youAHHHHGAWWWD!”
For a moment Carpenter was confused, until he saw Lisa’s right forearm poking from between the muscular stems of the redhead from behind.
Jaw dropping, Celia collapsed to her haunches, hands burying between her thighs.
The glistening Lisa, kneeling behind the fallen Blassenville, whispered in her adversary’s ear while applying a Sleeper grip, Dream’s arms snaking around the neck of her hated physician, clamping tight to stop the blood flow to Celia’s brain.
As the Temptress writhed to break free from the Ultimate Image, a rising One Woman Army charges, lifting her lead right leg, aiming it over her partner’s left shoulder and right between the eyes of Lisa Legend for a colossal Big Boot.
Regrettably for GI Bex, Lisa yanked Celia so the redhead’s face was a mask for her own and Clayton nearly removed her teammate’s head from her shoulders with the savage kick!
Knocked to next week by Clayton, Blassenville was left in a motionless sprawl. A fretting Becky hovered over her fellow challenger, when Dream slipped in from behind the distracted Clayton, pulling the bigger brunette off her feet, the One Woman Army tumbling then trapped in a Small Package beneath the Ultimate Image for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With Al’s palm only a few inches off the deck, a flustered Becky kicks loose. Clayton spun worriedly toward Al and breathed a sigh of relief when seeing two fingers held aloft.
Clayton climbed to her feet but before she could turn to find the Ultimate Image, Lisa leapt onto Becky’s back, her ivory-skinned legs wrapping around the taut midriff of the Camouflage Crusher! Clayton tried to shake off her rider, but the smaller brunette was like a pit-bull on a porterhouse and Lisa Legend seemed to have taken directions from her cowgirl partner, refusing to be bucked.
With Dream starting to snake her arms around Clayton’s carotid in a Sleeper, much like she had on Celia moments before, Becky backed her way to a neutral corner and thrust herself in, sandwiching the Personification of Perfection between.
A soft grunt from Lisa tumbled over Becky’s shoulder. She carried the wrestling icon forward on her back, then reversed course and CRUSHED Dream a second time between herself and the corner. This time the grimacing Lisa seeped down GI Bex’s body and the grinning Army grunt turned to face the outgunned vision in white.
Perhaps unknown to the One Woman Army, she’s assaulting Dream in her Team’s corner, the tardy arrival of a recovering Heather making this apparent to the FAWNatics if not Becky. Still on the floor, she tapped Lisa’s near ankle and slid in under the bottom rope outside Clayton’s awareness. Thankfully for the Dreamers in the audience, an eagle-eyed Carpenter caught the tag and allowed the blonde in without a peep.
Becky worked a nearly defenseless Dream over with fists of fury, first pounding clenched digits into her hated foe’s tummy, before mugging Lisa’s breasts, then stair-stepping to a CRACKING right cross to the jaw, leaving Dream out on her feet.
A snarling Clayton halted to pie-face the legend.
“Aren’t quite as successful when there’s no money in your bank?” the Camouflage Crusher spat, Bex still harboring resentment for the Ultimate Image ‘stealing’ her World Title many years ago when Lisa cashed in her briefcase against the title-holding Clayton.
From Becky’s six, the newly legal Heather grabbed a shoulder and spun Clayton to face her, then drove a Toe Kick deep into the navel of the One Woman Army. With Clayton doubled in front of her, the Lone Star Girl tugged Bex to center stage, then turned and raced to the ropes in front of the challenger.
Rebounding at full speed, the blonde dashed toward the bent Becky. Crofton hopped over the top in what, to the uninitiated, looked like a potential Sunset Flip. But the Yellow Rose was about go nuclear on GI Bex with her destructive Dallas Destroyer.
Heather floated through to a sit-out position and SPIKED the crown of Becky’s skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards between her extended legs.
DALLAS DESTROYER @ 00:12:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MoG4S9j_17c
A boneless Becky tumbled over to a starfish position after impact.
With the Dreamers roaring, Heather scrambled and scooped both limp legs, then rolled to a Back Press pin across Clayton’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOO!
Becky might've kicked out but no one could say for sure because a risen Celia Blassenville stomped up, grabbed her partner's ankles and pulled hard enough to flip Clayton off her shoulders and into an impromptu Crossbody across Heather's lower back. Quick to release her hooks with the pin disrupted, Crofton scrambled out from underneath the woozy brunette and got to her knee—THWHUNK! The Temptress rushed in and planted the point of her right knee on the bridge of Heather's nose!
Crofton slopped backward over her folded lower legs, the glassy-eyed blonde offering no response when Celia reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat. “Your meddling has gone past amusement straight to irritation, Ms. Crofton.” Grabbing onto the smaller wrestler's right shoulder, Blassenville muscled Heather to verticality, then stepped away so they were both clear of the Camouflage Crusher. Once that was done she shifted her shoulder-grip to the small of the Texan's back and hoisted her high into the sky before THAWHAMMING her against the deck with a thunderous Choke Slam!
CHOKE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncPewmu8Gwk
“All right Celia, that's enough!” Al barked as he interposed himself between Blassenville and Crofton. “Get back to the corner or I'll—”
Celia shoved the official aside half a heartbeat before an oncoming Lisa Dream leapt onto the redhead while throwing a flurry of wild punches! The Dream's knees were set against Celia's hips and her left arm was hooked around the back of challenger's head so she could throw hands with the right. The Crimson Cagliostro stumbled backward as she adjusted to Lisa's weight, but if the Ultimate Image had been looking to knock her adversary down with the Thesz Press she was destined for disappointment. Indeed Dream'd just begun to realize that Celia was still on her feet when the Mistress of Puppets snaked her arms around the smaller woman's waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to crack ribs!
“GAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Lisa's legs started to flail and she abandoned her pugilistic efforts in a valiant albeit doomed attempt to escape the Bear Hug.
“Going low when times get tough, Lisa?” Blassenville murmured in her former patient's ear. “What would dear sweet Heather think of such underhanded tactics?”
“Yuuuuhhhh... you deserve whatever you get.” Dream huffed against the brawny coil. “You corrupt everything you touch, Celia. Screwing with me was bad enough, but I probably deserved it. Becky though? Eventually she'll see through your shit and NNNGGGGHHHH!” Blassenville bore down harder than ever, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to hurl the former World Champion into the shadow of the Psy Ops corner with a ring-shaking Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FceA4zIVPMQ
The force of it should've kept Dream down for quite a while or at least sent her tumbling under the bottom rope to the floor so the FAWNatics were quite surprised when the white-clad wonder bounced to her feet... only to immediately slop back against the challengers' corner. Some noise from the lab rats drew Blassenville's attention elsewhere and she was pleased to see Rebecca helping herself to Crofton's hair even before she'd returned to one knee.
Confident in the other woman's ability to handle the obnoxious Texan, the Mistress of Puppets refocused on the disheveled Dream and sighed regretfully. “Shame to say, but I do believe I've learned all I can learn from you, Lisa Dream. And an experiment with nothing new to provide must inevitably be brought to a close. To that end...”
Blassenville exploded toward the corner in a flat-out sprint, the usually methodical redhead throwing caution (and everything else) to the wind as she leapt up and lashed out with a Bicycle Kick pointed at Lisa's chi—NO! The Ultimate Image of Self Preservation twisted aside with no time spare, Dream vacating the buckles just as Blassenville's boot flew through the spot so recently occupied by her mouth! The disastrous miss left Blassenville hung up on the rubber-coated steel, her right leg awkwardly threaded “FAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Lisa hit her with a second Low Blow, this one utterly unnoticed by Al, who was too busy focusing on the legal members of each team. “You know what I've come to realize, Celia?” Dream muttered in the wincing Destroyer's ear. “Nobody in this world is perfect, let alone me... but even on my worst day I'm still a helluva lot better than you!”
On that note of self discovery, Lisa hooked her arms around the redhead's left leg and boosted it up and over so Celia was effectively slumped in a seat on the top turnbuckle. From there she grabbed a handful of braid and dragged Blassenville back into the Tree of Woe! Such precautions would've been enough against anyone else in the FAWN locker room, but Lisa was taking no chances with the Temptress so she snatched up the tag rope and wrapped it around her foe's ankles about half a dozen times. “Enjoy the rest of the show, Celia.” Dream smiled and patted an upturned knee. “I think you'll like the grand finale.”
Several seconds prior (right about the time Lisa was getting Suplexed into the challenger's corner as a matter of fact) Becky Clayton filled her hands with Heather Crofton's battle damp hair and got to her feet just so she could reel the vulnerable Texan into a Standing Headscissors. Happy to see Celia lining up her shot, the Camouflage Crusher flattened her hands into paddles and raised them high overhead like she was about to unleash a Bittersweet Symphony on the blonde's backside. The reaction to this brazen theft started off as mixed but quickly became fully negative when Clayton balled her hands into fists and unleashed double birds on the crowd instead. Smirking all the wider at their massed hatred, Bex scoffed, “Fuckin' deal with it, losers.” then bent down and wrapped her arms around the Yellow Rose's waist.
Lest you forget the strength of the former World Champion, they'd been wrestling hard for almost twenty minutes yet Clayton looked like a woman maneuvering a pillow when she flipped the smaller wrestler into a slumped seat on her shou—THAWHAM! No hesitation or theatrics from Bex, she just shot up on tiptoe and hurled Crofton forward and down, the back of the youngster's head bouncing horribly when she hit the deck!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUQzvpysW-Q
That hellacious Powerbomb left Crofton stacked high and tight, not that Al got a chance to swoop in for a cover. Instead Clayton put her hands to Heather's calves and pushed her backward onto her knees, a position she only occupied until the One Woman Army caught a Front Facelock and hauled her to verticality. Slinging Heather's near (left) arm over her shoulders, Bex grabbed onto the Texan's waistband at her right hip and muscled Miss Mustang all the way to high noon ahead of a match ending FUBAR Al—THWHACK!
Lisa rushed in on Clayton's right and leapt into the air to tag her longtime arrival across the ear with a perfect Enzugiri! Completely unprepared for the strike, Becky's legs went all wobbly and she would've simply dropped the smaller blonde if Crofton hadn't tucked in on herself and swung down and in, the Texan laying out with every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds to SPIKE the crown of her tormentor's skull into the canvas with a colossal DDT!
Having rushed to the apron immediately following her divine intervention, Lisa grabbed the tag rope in one hand and swatted the top turnbuckle with the other. “C'MON HEATHER!” she shouted at her winded partner. “MAKE THE TAG AND WE'LL FINISH THIS!”
Heather sat up with one arm wrapped around the back of her head, she was one massive ache after that damned Powerbomb. A glance around told her the path to Lisa was clear, but she didn't spot either member of Psy Ops and that was understandably concerning. “Whuuu...where are they?” she muttered while starting to rise.
“Down and out and ready to go!” Lisa exclaimed. “But we gotta do it together!”
Vaguely concerned that she'd somehow let the veteran down, Heather lurched forward and then leapt, the blonde reaching out to TAG Lisa's Legend's extended hand!
Dream was through the ropes in a trice, the Ultimate Image catching a double fistful of Becky's hair to quite literally drag her away from Celia, who was desperately struggling to escape the Tree of Woe! Hauling the Camouflage Crusher upright in a series of fits and starts, Lisa turned her around and drew her down into a Standing Headscissors she bolstered by threading both arms under Clayton's biceps. Rather than lock her hands to complete the Double Underhook she cupped the back of Bex's thighs just above the knees and lifted her upside down to rapturous applause! Taking a few steps back (she needed to get closer to their corner) Lisa caught Celia's eye and offered the Temptress a kiss and a wink right before she kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt to THWHONK Becky's noggin with the Fallen Angel!
FALLEN ANGEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4STU9glZDl8
Holding her package even tighter after impact, Dream abruptly stretched out on her back to sling / toss the brain-added Destroyer into a drunken stumble that left her sprawled chest-first against the Dream Team's top turnbuckle! “Up top, Heather!” Lisa shouted to the Yellow Rose in the midst of hurrying to boot-leather. “You've been wanting to try something big, let's try it!”
Eyes gleaming in the wake of Lisa's suggestion, the yellow-clad blonde climbed up the turnbuckles from the outside and turned around so she was facing the audience with both feet set on the middle buckle. As for Lisa, she scurried up behind Becky, crouched down and wedged her head between the brunette's thighs to muscle her up high enough to set Clayton's feet on the second rope.
Another 'TAG!' made Crofton the legal woman, not that the FAWNatics really gave a damn at the moment. They were far too excited watching Lisa spin around so her back was to the corner and her arms were wrapped around Becky's upper thighs. One story up, Heather curled her right arm around Clayton's head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Grip set, Crofton let out a whistle that signaled Dream to yank their burden from her mount and drop to her butt while Miss Mustang leapt into the void with a gorgeous back-flip that brought her down on both knees while Bex was THA-WHAMMED down full length!
PERFECT TOAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HE-DASgngbY
Splattered at the bottom of a crater courtesy the Shiranui & Sit-Out Powerbomb combo the champs had jokingly dubbed 'Perfect Toast', Clayton only 'oooffffed' softly when Heather dropped a miniature Butt Bomb onto her chest and promptly transformed it into a Reverse Matchbook, the Yellow Rose folding the challenger in half while Lisa Dream stood guard against any interference with the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Heather tossed Clayton's legs in one direction and rolled in the other, the exhausted blonde coming to rest on her knees with both hands cupped over her mouth while the Announcer confirmed her first ever 'Mania victory. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... LISA DREAM AND HEATHER CROFTON... THE DREAM TEAM!”
A seated Dream beamed at her partner. She wiped a handful of dark, moist locks off her glistening forehead.
“Not bad, kiddo.” Lisa chuckled. “Quite a move you dreamed up.”
The Ultimate Image winked and stretched a palm in the Lone Star Girl’s direction. Heather rose to her boot soles and heaved The Dream up in the process with a tug. Crofton surrounded her white-clad partner in an embrace.
“Thanks for giving me a chance.” Heather sweetly and sincerely purred in her partner’s ear.
“Are you kidding? You gave me the chance.” Lisa responded, cinching tight enough to draw an adorable ‘oof’ from the Yellow Rose.
Not too far distant, Celia screamed at Carpenter to release her, infamous aplomb disintegrating in a furious rage at coming up short against the champions.
Still tied in the Tree, Doctor Blassenville thundered forth, vowing to put Dream in the madhouse once more.
But it only drew an eye roll from the victorious Lisa Legend. The ivory-skinned brunette motioned for her gold and that of Miss Mustang and Al delivered in due haste, only turning to free the Temptress after the Dream Team have their property, and a statement Mania win as world’s biggest cherry on top.
“Enjoy this, kiddo.” Lisa emphasized, raising the babyface blonde’s near arm high, a palm wrapped around Heather’s wrist. Each titleholder raised their hardware with their outside hands. They glanced down at a softly stirring Becky, Clayton cooing in her obliviousness.
“Beating them…here…now, Dream continued. The icon gazes longingly over the roaring Mania masses, then at Heather. “With you? If it ends tomorrow, I’m OK.”
The Texan gave Lisa a softly scolding look of disapproval, then a grin.
“But it isn’t,” the Lone Star Girl made clear.
Dream nodded.
“But it isn’t.”
Already dimmed by that unpleasant proclamation, the mood in the FAWN Arena grew downright unpleasant when the speaker leaked out several odd, 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?
The jeers were coming fast and furious when the curtain was brushed aside and the former Champions stepped into view. Becky Clayton and Celia Blassenville emerged side by side, Peacemaker and Puppeteer joined in an alliance that'd left the Tag ranks trembling and helpless until two disgusting cast-offs had to go and ruin all the fun. But that was in the past, a singular anomaly about to be undone by the New Order of Things.
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Patently unimpressed by the noise funneled in their direction, Becky Clayton raised a cupped hand to one ear, daring the idiots to get even louder. Eyes rolling in clear disdain when they did exactly that, the One Woman Army planted a smooch on her fingertips and swatted it against her hip, a clear invitation for any and all, not they they were worthy of such a boon. For tonight's reclamation mission, Bex wore a threatening red, black & grey 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 red wrist-tape.
Beside her, the Crimson Cagliostro wore a gleaming red 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 Becky taunted the crowd without hesitation, Celia held her tongue not out of any ingrained respect (as nothing could be further from the truth) but simply because she wanted to see if the little white mice had anything interesting to offer. When she realized they didn't, she leaned over to Clayton and murmured something in her ear.
“Shock and awe.” the brunette noted after a moment's thought. “Good plan, Doc. I can work with that.” Tired of waiting, Clayton started down the ramp with Blassenville a few steps behind. Reaching the foot of the steel steps in no time, the challengers went up single file, dipped through the ropes and went straight for referee Al Carpenter who almost threw himself out of the way before Bex and Celia split off to claim both far corners.
“Get it out of your system now, fuck-wits.” Clayton barked to the jeering throng. “Because once we're done Dream's going back to her padded cell and Crofton's gonna be working lunch shift at the Palatka Hooters.”
Mania. Against their biggest rivals.
Lisa couldn’t deny Bethany Christian’s penchant for making the most important card of the year full of raised stakes. And what could have higher than a rubber match between her and her beloved, baby-faced protégé and the two women arguably the biggest antagonists of her legendary career.
With the challenges in the ring, ready to bring mayhem both mental and physical, behind the curtain, the women many continue to consider a peculiar pairing, even with gold around their waists, share a hug.
The plates of their titles clack off the other’s as they embrace, ready to defend again, but for the first time against their most bitter rivals, the side from whom they’d rescued the title hardware.
Disconnecting after a long heartfelt squeeze, the blonde ingenue from the heart of Texas and the reformed Lisa Legend from the Big Apple push through together.
With her illustrious partner’s infamous accompaniment filling the darkened arena, the Lone Star Girl joins the Personification of Perfection in setting themselves center stage, reveling in the adoration they receive, still sight unseen.
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 equally adorable and adored Heather is encased in the glow.
The crowd welcomes Dream and her darling cohort in the auditory embrace, Heather bouncing with energy she cannot contain, Lisa echoing the excitement of the Texan, pumping her fist, drawing the Dreamers into a further frenzy.
The Ultimate Inage remains a reborn vision in white. A diaphanous pale miniskirt makes her appear an angel that escaped the demons imprisoning her. 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 Miss Mustang offers The Dream 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 in support of 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 foremost adversaries, then slips through the ropes. She waits nervously in the middle until the tough, little Texan joins her. Together, they applaud the exalting audience, the legend keeping a watchful eye on the women they dethroned and the two souls on earth who, without a doubt, wished the most ill on her.
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 continues 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. The FAWN Tag Team Champions! The Dream Team!”
The eclectic duo shares a high five, hand over their gold and leather, then huddle to discuss who will take the lead leg.
Crofton and Dream are in the midst that last minute strategy session in the corner when the bell CLANGED through the rafters. The crowd roared even louder but Lisa paid it no mind, the veteran certain it was simply the FAWNatics celebrating the initiation of violence. Heather on the other hand flicked a glance toward the challenger's side of town and as such she had just enough time to shout, “WATCH OUT!” and shove her partner as hard as she could!
Caught off balance by the abrupt action, Lisa lurched backward and lost her balance, the white-clad veteran spilling between the top and middle strands about half a heartbeat before Becky Clayton rushed in and THAWHUMPED the Girl From Grapevine against the buckles with an Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=63O0Vt5Na0s
Hooking her right arm around the back of Crofton's head even as she noted Dream trying to catch her bearings on the apron, Bex looked over one shoulder and was not surprised to see the Mistress of Puppets strolling toward the action. “Get ready doc,” she called above the outraged clamor of those assembled. “This one's for you!” The Camouflage Crusher stepped out and to the side to clear a path for Heather, who she slung toward Blassenville at top speed. Seemingly unconcerned by the chaos unfolding all around her, Celia picked up the pace as Crofton barreled into range but it wasn't until the last second that she hopped off her left foot to THWHACK the right across the Texan's jaw with a murderous Pump Kick!
PUMP KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSmb4Fybe00
Heather went down in a heap, landing awkwardly on her right shoulder and hip before rolling through to all fours. She was still settling into this admittedly vulnerable position when the Crimson Cagliostro grabbed a handful of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. A few seconds prior, over in the champions' corner, Becky Clayton reached over the top rope and buried both hands in Dream's hair and hauled her uprig—Lisa laced her own hands around the back of the brunette's neck and leapt out into the void in search of a Hot Sh—“NNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Groans of surprise and disappointment from the Dreamophiles when Clayton lunged forward and THUMPED a Headbutt against the former World Champion's perfect sternum! Lisa's clasp on Becky collapsed and she dropped to the floor with a heavy thud that earned another round of sympathetic groaning from those in the first several rows.
“That sounded like it hurt.” the Temptress said to no one in particular as she squeeeeeeeeeezed the smaller wrestler's head between her thighs.
“Not nearly as much as she deserves.” Clayton muttered as she returned her attention to the squared circle.
“Shall we finish this early, then?” Blassenville grabbed a handful of Crofton's waistband and gave it a yank that earned a moan from the Yellow Rose.
The One Woman Army nodded grimly and settled into a worrisome crouch. “Hoist the bitch up, doc. Time she paid the price for having shitty friends.”
Celia couldn't argue with that so she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Heather's waist. A simple boost was more than enough to flip Crofton up and over onto the redhead's right shoulder where Blassenville deftly switched from the Waistlock to a grip on her prey's biceps that boosted her even higher into the air! Delighted by the horrified gasps of a crowd convinced they were watching a massacre take place, Bex rocked back on her heels and shot for—a flinty-eyed Lisa Dream grabbed hold of her rival's ankles and yanked them out from underneath to send the brunette to the canvas flat on her face!
Separated from the Camouflage Crusher by the unyielding expanse of a steel ring-post, the Divine Dream planted her right foot against the support and pushed off while simultaneously yanking back to THWHUMP Clayton's undercarriage against the post!
Snarling in disgust as their well-crafted ambush went sideways, Celia tightened her grip on Heather's biceps and shot up on tiptoe. If she couldn't have MK Ultra she could at least Crucifix the poor little Stockholm Syndromer through the mat with a Crucifix Bo—NO!
Heather swung her legs backward and hooked 'em around Blassenville's torso just as Temptress slung her forward! Chin tucked tight against her chest, Crofton swung down Celia's back and through her planted stems to wrench the Destroyer off her feet with a Yoshi Tonic that PLANTED her on the back of her head and shoulders! Holding on for dear life, Heather kept herself glued to Blassenville's squirming haunches while Al Carpenter swooped in to count...
ONE...
TWO...
Celia popped her hips and rolled forward into a seat on Heather's chest, but rather than try and hold her down for a cover of her own, the Mistress of Puppets shrugged off the blonde's legs and wrapped both hands around Heather's throat! In the next instant she got to her feet and earned some grudging 'ooooooooohhhh's!' from the FAWNatics when she hoisted her burden high into the air!
“This resilience is impressive, but ultimately does more harm than good, Ms. Crofton.” Blassenville spoke in the tone of a woman commenting on the weather or those delicious mini-enchiladas in catering rather than that of someone trying to throttle the life of an adversary. “All it does is instill false hope and that's the last thing my little white mice nee—”
Crofton managed to brace her shins against the Temptress' hips to alleviate some of the strain, unfortunately all her scrabbling and pawing at Celia's hands did nothing to get her feet back on the canvas. Blessed be then to the Ultimate Image, who grabbed her partner around the waist and prized her from Blassenville's grip with a strong yank!
Setting the gasping Texan to one side as delicately as she could meant the former World Champion had minimal prep time for an irritated Celia, yet she still managed to plant on her left foot and THWHAP the right into the pit of the Destroyer's stomach! The Back Kick doubled Celia over and forced her retreat a few steps, thus ensuring some extra precious seconds that were all she needed to THWHACK a Super Kick to the challenger's chin!
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHOuRPkaSas
Blassenville's head snapped back and the rest of her followed, though she didn't crumple to the deck as Lisa had hoped she might. No matter, the white-clad warrior stalked after her one-time caregiver and caught hold of her left wrist so she spin into place under that captured limb. In the next instant she hooked her right arm around the back of Blassenville's noggin and kicked that leg up like she was auditioning for a spot at Radio City! Thrilled at the prospect of a Day Dreamer bringing a swift end to the Psy Ops nightmare, the FAWNatics leapt to their feet with a roar only to groan in communal disappointment when the Crimson Cagliostro braced both hands against Lisa's lower back and shoved as hard as she could!
The Three Quarters Facelock disintegrated as Dream stumbled away from Blassenville, the brunette's recovery made a bit more challenging because she had to navigate around Heather, who was still on all fours recovering from—Clayton surged in from the corner and turned her nemesis inside out with a hateful Lariat!
“Nasty bitch.” the force of the Lariat had dropped Bex to one knee, but she was still far better off than The Dream, who had one arm thrown over the back of her head and one boot tapping absently at the canvas. “Go to my trunks again and I swear I'll break your fuckin' ja—”
“All right, that's ENOUGH!' Al Carpenter barked over his charges. “Celia and Heather are legal, Becky and Lisa are not. Get the hell to your corners right now or I'll throw this whole thing out!”
The Camouflage Crusher was ready to contradict this point, but she held her tongue when Celia raised a hand. “Rebecca can see herself out, Mr. Carpenter and I'll tend to Lisa in short order. But first I must tend to some business with Ms. Crofton.”
Al looked dubious, yet Clayton raised her hands to shoulder-level and retreated to the challengers' corner without complaint so he didn't argue when the Temptress grabbed Heather by the shoulder-straps and dragged her to boot-leather. Hooking her right arm over Crofton's left shoulder, Celia dipped her head to get it beneath the smaller wrestler's right arm before she leaned in to murmur in her ear. “Your loyalty is not in question, Ms. Crofton. That's never been the issue. Your choice of mentor however... that's only going to get you hurt. And not by Rebecca or myself.” Heather grunted something and tried to pull away, alas Celia only grabbed hold of her blonde above the left hip and tore her into the air once more. No Dreamy intervention this time, just an emphatic return to the canvas-sheathed plywood as Blassenville THAWHAMMED her down flat!
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBVif2j5XJs
Crofton bounced on impact, the blonde tumbling onto shoulder and hip in the wake of the brutal Uranage. The champ was definitely in good position for a pin, but Celia had given her word to Al Carpenter and she kept it by hauling Lisa upright with a double handful of hair.
Considering Lisa's rubbery legs and glassy stare, Blassenville simply could've led the woozy champion back to her corner, so it spoke volumes to the history between them when Celia slipped an arm through Lisa's luscious stems and scooped her up on one shoulder. She encountered no resistance save jeers on the trip into Dream Team territory and while they did get louder as she approached the buckles, the massed vitriol wasn't nearly enough to stop the Mistress of Puppets from stuffing her burden against the corner so she could trap her boots beneath the top turnbuckle.
With Lisa promptly secured to the Tree of Woe, Celia dropped to one knee and said, “I thought it would be more fun to make Ms. Crofton watch as we demolished you, dear Lisa. But her affection for you seems, dare I say it, genuine? Assuming this delusion is a shared one, forcing you to watch her suffer will be most enlightening.”
On that ominous note the Temptress stood up and headed back toward the slowly recovering Yellow Rose.
The babyface blonde propped up on her palms, upper half off the canvas, butt and boot soles on the mat. She blinked her eyes wide, hoping more of her senses seeped back into her brain. A shame then that Dr. Blassenville’s a busy woman and not willing to wait.
She wrapped a palm around Crofton’s throat, Heather’s eyes bugging as her windpipe was constricted. With a second grip on her foe’s right shoulder, the Crimson Cagliostro drew the smaller woman up. Heather’s hands surround Celia’s right wrist, but she’s unable to unclasp herself from Blassenville’s choke. Only when Al started his count does the good doctor decide a different course was necessary.
Releasing her grasp, the redhead dipped, wrapped her arms around the Lone Star Girl’s abdomen and locked her arms in the small of the blonde’s back. Compressing Heather, Celia lifted Crofton off the canvas in a tight Bear Hug! The Yellow Rose tried to relieve some of the pressure by wrapping her legs around Celia, but the Scissors was soft and Blassenville’s embrace was definitely not, forcing the air from the gasping Heather.
Contracting the increasingly breathless, flailing Texan, Celia gave Heather a violent rattle, forcing more of the fight from the Tag Champion. The Temptress turned and carried the wilting Rose toward the overturned Tree-bound Dream, Lisa squirming but unable to find release.
“Cute kid you’ve got here,” Blassenville grunted, continuing to pour on the pressure around the midriff of the Girl from Grapevine. “Made her a champ. Alas, we know around you, all happiness is fleeting.”
Celia released her Hug, dropping Heather to rubbery legs. She spun the wobbly blonde toward her upside-down partner, sank a set of talons into Crofton’s scalp and POUNDED Miss Mustang’s forehead into THE JUNCTURE OF LISA’S THIGHS!
A gurgling Dream, finally loosed from her predicament by the involuntary action of her fellow titleholder, Lisa tumbled out of the Tree of Woe and cratered into a ball with hands buried in her crotch.
The Dreamers voiced their displeasure, but a drunkenly stumbling Heather was in no condition to act on their wishes. Instead, the menacing MD lifted Heather to a seat on the top buckle of the corner to which Lisa Legend laid beneath, the domination of Psy Ops never more evident.
The Crimson Cagliostro grabbed the slumping Lone Star Girl in a Cravate grip, pivoted and THUMPED Crofton onto the deck with a Cravate-o-clasm that shook the ring and left the Yellow Rose splayed in a spreadeagle, motionless.
CRAVATE-O-CLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmAjcU3-WDI
Dr. Blassenville deigned to hook the blasted blonde’s far leg and rolled into a Back Press pin to reclaim the titles with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The stubborn Texan kicked out of the pin, rolling to her hip and shoulder. Seated next to her adversary, the good doctor had a look of mild disappointment. She glanced over her shoulder at Dream, Lisa having made it to all fours but still suffering from the waves of pain emanating from below.
“I do believe your insanity may be rubbing off on this peculiar child.”
Blassenville snatched a handful of golden tresses and yanked a tenderized Heather to her feet as she rose. She led the Girl from Grapevine to the Psy Ops corner and tagged the One Woman Army into the battlefield. Of course, Dr. Blassenville preferred group therapy and so remained when Clayton entered.
Al did his best to guide the Temptress out of the confines, but it’s clear Celia, though distracted by the referee, had no interest in following his order. Ready for the double-team, Blassenville turned to find Becky delayed, Lisa having grabbed onto a leg of the Camouflage Crusher to prevent the two-timing handiwork.
With both illegal entrants now in the fray, Carpenter held his count, and it paid immediate dividends for the challengers. Realizing Heather was all hers for the moment, Blassenville spun back to Crofton and ducked a Clothesline attempt from the Yellow Rose, Heather trying desperately to regain momentum.
With the swing and miss, the Lone Star Girl was off-balance and ripe for picking. The auburn-haired grappler draped her left arm around the neck of Miss Mustang in a backhand grip and pulled the blonde into a Dragon Sleeper position.
But there’s no slow nap for Crofton. Instead, Celia delivered her Aversion Therapy to the reeling Heather, spinning her skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKziALYbBgs
Meanwhile, Clayton’s hauled her lethargic rival to verticality. Dream’s not a strength match for the One Woman Army in the best of times, but in her less-than-perfect state, Becky easily tugged and twisted Dream into a Pumphandle position. She pulled a lowered Lisa between her muscular stems, then collected a SECOND Pumphandle, the crowd murmuring at what Clayton had in mind.
The Destroyer-class brunette yanked Dream through a front flip that puts the alabaster-skinned beauty in Becky’s lap. Clayton cradled one leg while wrapping her other around the back of Lisa’s neck, then tossed the Ultimate Image high in front of her. The elaborate yet powerful precision paid off when Becky DESTROYED The Dream by THUMPING her into the deck with a Double Pumphandle Cradle Bomb.
DOUBLE PUMPHANDLE CRADLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfiMD4mZ3mg
Stacked on her shoulders in Becky’s possession, Lisa’s dead to the world between the legs of the Camouflage Crusher for an unofficial three-count and then some. Clayton tossed away the Dream-ains like alabaster-skinned refuse.
“Preview of coming attractions!” she shouted at the front rows, knowing well her pin of The Dream won’t count toward the legal result or the transfer of the belts.
A few feet removed, the Temptress pulled the Texas ragdoll to her feet, the FAWNatics silenced by the awesome display of the challengers.
With the fight effectively returned to two-on-one, Carpenter started his count of the rampaging redhead and Dr. Blassenville, having broken her Hippocratic Oath innumerable times over the course of her career, showed the barest hint of respect for the rules, throwing up her hands and exiting. She took the time to roll Lisa’s carcass out below the bottom rope with a shove of her boot on her trip to the Psy Ops corner.
“She’s all yours, Rebecca.” Celia said, ceding the field to the team’s legal combatant.
Clayton nodded, her gaze firmly fixed on the plucked Yellow Rose, the Dream Team faltering under the hot lights of this 'Mania spectacle.
Heather pushed to one knee as Becky approached, head slumped. The Lone Star Girl sprang to life enough to swing a sweeping leg that ‘thunked’ into the muscle of Clayton’s meaty right thigh, causing a slight grimace from the One Woman Army.
“No surrender for you, eh little girl?” Becky asked.
“Bytch. I’m from Texas.”
“I suppose that means I shouldn’t mess with you?”
Becky renewed her advance wading through kicks to her left thigh, then right, Crofton determined to make the challenger pay for the advance.
Reaching Heather, she placed her palms on the blonde’s shoulders and shoved Clayton into the corner behind her, the Girl from Grapevine’s back blasted against the buckles.
Wincing but persistent, Miss Mustang climbed to the middle ropes on either side and leapt into a Crossbody Splash of the bigger brunette.
The One Woman Army caught Heather across her chest as if her adversary was barely an inconvenience. Clayton effortlessly ‘hupped’ Heather onto her right shoulder, preparing for the Power Slam that would end the competitive portion of the contest. However, a wriggling Heather escaped her grip and slipped down Becky’s back.
She shoved Clayton forward, the Camouflage Crusher tripping as she lurched toward the buckles. The bigger brunette reeled between the top and middle and BANGED her shoulder into the steel ring post.
A hint of hope rumbled through the Dreamers. Heather turned to march to her support and tag her legendary partner, but Lisa’s not at her post.
Dream was on the arena floor, on hands and knees, trying her best to make it back.
Miss Mustang was the Lone Ranger for the moment.
Accepting the fact that Psy Ops were hers and hers alone, Crofton spared a quick glance at the challengers' corner to confirm that the Mistress of Puppets was waiting on the apron and not lurking somewhere else around ringside. A malicious smile from the redhead confirmed Heather's hopes and that was good, unfortunately the brief distraction was enough for Becky Clayton to pull herself away from the ring-post with a pissed off groan.
“Crap.” Heather muttered as she tried to work out a line of attack. Her brain was still whirring when her body took over, the Girl From Grapevine sprinting straight at the six of an unsuspecting Camouflage Crusher. Taking to the skies at the last possible second, Crofton stretched out parallel to the canvas and THWHAPPED every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds across the small of Becky's back with a cleverly delivered Flying Crossbody! Hooking an arm around the support that held the turnbuckle to the ring-post as soon as she made contact, Heather hooked her feet around the middle rope level with Clayton's left hip and squeeeeeeezed as hard as she could!
CORNER CROSSBODY & SCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGQvN11neCI
“RRRGGGHH GET OFFA ME!” the former World Champ huffed in protest as Yellow Rose crunched her in an extremely unorthodox Scissors. “Dammit Carpenter, I'm in the ropes!”
There was no arguing that assertion, yet Al didn't agree outright. Instead he took a couple extra seconds strolling up to the corner where he tapped Crofton on the shoulder and said, “All right Heather, lets get her out of there, ok?”
“It's 'Mania, Al.” she answered. “Don't you think I'm entitled to a count?”
Al couldn't argue that either (Bex was happy to do it for him) so he took a step back and called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Heather unhooked her legs and slipped out onto the apron while Becky pushed away from the buckles and lashed out with a wild Haymaker that would've caved in the blonde's jaw if she'd been anywhere near it. The force of the miss dropped Clayton to one knee, the brunette hardbody growling in irritation as she set one hand against the canvas and strapped her other arm against her roiling midsection. Elsewhere Heather Crofton had scrambled to the top turnbuckle and found herself gifted with the oblivious curve of the challenger's back. A rumble from the FAWNatics drew Heather's attention to the Dream Team's corner and she was delighted to see a weary, albeit vertical Lisa in place and grasping the tag rope. Just that glimpse of her partner was enough to galvanize the blonde, Crofton getting some London-esque height on the leap that took her from the penthouse all the way down to Clayton's back which she skewered with a THWHUMPING Mushroom Stomp between the shoulders!
DIVING MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKD3J16WF8E
The One Woman Army went down in a heap while Heather rolled clear and though she came up with an unobstructed path to Dreamland, the blonde wasn't about to return to her mentor empty-handed. Instead she hurried back to Bex, grabbed a double handful of hair and dragged the discombobulated Destroyer upright. A quick Toe Kick kept Clayton gasping for breath and gave the Girl From Grapevine all the time she needed to spin around and reach over her left shoulder to catch Becky's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Hanging on as tight as she could, Heather rushed into the Dream Team's side of town and hopped into the air, the blonde nimbly 'walking' up the middle and top ropes to—Lisa reached out and swatted her partner's boot in full view of Al Carpenter, who acknowledged the switch with a nod and a signal.
Both Heather and Becky remained oblivious to this substitution, what with the former flipping over the latter to dish out a heaping serving of Texas Toa—NO! Clayton wrenched loose of the smaller wrestler's grip and took a giant step back so that when Heather came down she did so gut-first atop the Camouflage Crusher's right shoulder! Hooking her right arm across Crofton's lower back in the blink of an eye, Bex palmed the nape of the youngster's neck in her free hand, then whipped around on one foot and dropped forward and down to THAWHAM her foe against the deck with a massive Power Slam!
OVER THE SHOULDER POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiXcjou2Pt4
The move hit like a freight train and even Psy Ops haters couldn't help but 'ooooooohhhh!' in appreciation when Clayton reared back on her haunches in the aftermath. Interestingly enough the only person not showing their appreciation for the display was Celia Blassenville, as she'd noted the tag that'd heretofore escaped her partner's notice. “Don't cover her, Rebecca!” she shouted from across the squared circle. “Dream made the tag!”
The smirk on Bex's face gave way to irritation as she shoved Crofton away and rushed to her feet in a rush to find the hateful bit—Clayton turned to the champions' corner and Lisa was already upon her, the Ultimate Image of Avenging Perfection descending from a perfect springboard to THWHUNK the point of her right knee home just above Clayton's left eye! The brunette spun with the impact, went down on her butt and rolled to her knees while Dream hit the deck in a perfect somersault and popped upright a yard or removed from the penitent battler. Shot already lined up, Lisa hopped off her back (left) foot and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick offa the side of Clayton's jaw!
SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE & LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8ZrygENqlU
Becky went down in a heap in the middle of the ring, her vulnerability prompting an immediate roar from the FAWNatics. Lisa had to admit it was tempting, but it was a lure she passed up for the time being. She'd been to war with Rebecca Clayton far too many times to believe she'd be kept down so easily. Still, she wasn't about to pass on a golden opportunity. Backing into the strands to her foe's right, Lisa rushed out at top speed and skipped over the challenger on her way to the far side of the squared circle. Once there she hopped onto the second strand, crunched in on herself and leapt backward into the void, the former two-time World Champion stretching out full length to THWHAP down on Clayton's fluttering abdominals with a perfect Dreamysault!
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Lisa came away from the impact on her knees while Bex rolled onto her left shoulder and hip. Neither woman stayed there for long though, as Dream shoveled Clayton onto her back and stretched out across her flattened midriff to hook the far leg for...
ONE...
TWO...
The Camouflage Crusher wrenched her leg loose just after 'TWO!' much to the irritation of the FAWNatics.
Lisa was disappointed but not irritated and certainly not surprised. Hooking onto the challenger's shoulder-straps for better leverage, Lisa got to her feet and forced Clayton to do the same before reeling her into a Front Facelock. In the next instant she slung Bex's near arm across her shoulders and bent down to collect the Destroyer's left leg in a tight cradle. From there she rolled backward in a two-person tumble, came up on her feet near the middle of the ring and immediately took Clayton up, over, and down, the big brunette PLANTED on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy the Ode to Perfection, verse One!
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kckpvUw9_UQ
Al saw Becky's shoulders glued to the mat and went to make the count only to draw back when Lisa rolled them both clear of the predicament and got to her feet with the hooks still in place! Twisting around so she could put a warning eye on Celia, the Personification of Perfection stared a hole through Blassenville as she warned, “Keep your distance, Temptress.”
Celia offered nothing save an infuriatingly benign smile so Dream muscled her burden up overhead just to drop almost straight down, Lisa deftly hooking her right leg around Becky's left calf heartbeats before she THWHUMPED down on the back of her head and shoulders, a victim to the second verse in the Ode to Perfection! Lisa's careful cradling meant the longtime rivals landed in what was essentially a Small Package with Clayton's shoulders stacked high and tight for a count of...
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE TWO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fewh9o8kZdY
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Celia Blassenville had no concerns about the resilience of her partner, yet she simply could not pass up an opportunity to inflict head trauma on Lisa Dream, thus she dipped through the strands and delivered a rude STOMP to the back of the champ's noggin half a second before 'THREE!'
“Dammit Celia!” Carpenter barked over the jeers of the sold-out crowd. “You know better than that!”
Hands already raised to shoulder-level, the Crimson Cagliostro shrugged and replied, “You'd certainly think so, wouldn't yUUUNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Lisa was shaking off the stomp and in no condition to correct Blassenville's bad behavior, Heather Crofton on the other hand had been biding her time in search of a perfect chance to administer some revenge and she took it in the form of a gorgeous Springboard Dropkick that took her three quarters of the way across the ring to THWHUMP the soles of her boots into Celia's chest! The Temptress stumbled backward, stepping in fence-post holes until she hit the ropes and fell through the gap between the top and middle ropes! As for the Yellow Rose, she dipped around the startled referee and went straight for the apron to pursue the stunned redhead!
A brawl on the outside wasn't anything Carpenter considered ideal, yet it did get the illegal participants out of the ring so their partners could wage war unimpeded. Along those lines, Lisa was up and stalking around Clayton's six while the Camouflage Crusher worked to rise from a wobbly three point stance. She'd just returned to full verticality when Lisa rushed in and leapt onto the big brunette's shoulders! Ankles crossing in an instant, Dream popped her hips and bent backward to rip Bex outta her boots with a Dream Driv—OH NO!
Clayton cinched her arms around the champ's shins and leaned forward to thwart the Dream Driver with her nemesis dangling down her back like an involuntary cape! Without so much as a moment's thought, Bex hop-stamped in place and snapped forward to whip her foe around in blurry two hundred and seventy-degree arc that ended with Lisa THWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest, and belly!
INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM @ 00:34
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJiZP9aBBVg
A bug-eyed Dream flopped to her back in a stupor, but the One Woman Army isn’t interested in a pin at the moment. Instead, she put her Army boots to Lisa’s chest and midriff until a shell-shocked Ultimate Image slowly rolled to her chest to find a modicum of protection and relief.
Unfortunately for the Dreamers, it’s not the best position for defending her perimeter.
Clayton mounted Lisa in a genuflecting straddle of the Dream’s pert backside. GI Bex snatched both wrists of the groaning brunette, then planted a kneecap directly in the base of Dream’s spine. Shifting her hands, she scooped her palms under the chin of the champion, Becky bending Dream’s spine into a painful arch. But when she switched her grip again, to hook her arms around Lisa’s elbows and pulled harder, Bex seemed to be closing in on capitulation.
Still not done, she unhooked her left arm to set it in a Crossface grip, finishing off a terrifying Knee Press Crossface Chickenwing that had the Personification of Perfection shrieking in agony, not a few of the Dreamophiles looking away, unable to digest the sight.
KNEE PRESS CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IadOrq_h-PU
In total control of the knotted Dream, the Camouflage Crusher mugged at the FAWNatics, rousing their ire.
“I’m going to snap this bytch’s spine and no one will be able to put The Dream together again!”
The curve in Lisa’s spinal column was frightening, her midriff thrust forward. A delighted Becky winked at the masochistic MD in the corner. She beamed a smile in return.
“Missing the peaceful confines of your padded stall?” Blassenville ssniped to her former ‘Funny Farm’ guest. Lisa could only huff pitifully in return, her abs being shredded by Becky, not that her folded and pinned legs appeared in much better shape.
“You know what I want.” Clayton demanded. “The perfect surrender. Give me that and it’ll all be over.”
Given another few seconds, it might’ve happened, but Miss Mustang was feeling more than a little frisky about she and Lisa keeping their belts. The blonde hustled through the cables and drove a knee into the back of Becky’s skull to emphatically break the submission.
Dream flopped to her chest and face after release, exhaling in momentary relief, but with her vertebrae still burning in agony from the aftereffects.
Spilled to all fours, Clayton started to rise. The dark-hared, Destroyer-class grappler reached stooped feet, when Crofton laid into her foe with a European Uppercut that straightened the bigger woman with a curled forearm to the chin. Eyes spinning like slots, an unsteady Bex was shoved into a neutral corner by the Lone Star Girl, strong back 'thwapping' against the buckles behind her.
Carpenter tried to guide the illegal Heather to her proper placement, but Crofton shook him off and strode to a listing Becky.
WHACK!
The kid lit up Clayton’s cleavage with a signature Love Tap, a double-barrel overhand Slap from the Yellow Rose.
With the crowd ‘wooooing’ from the impact, Heather loaded up another, but her wrists were grasped from behind, any idea of a second helping of The Tap halted by the Crimson Cagliostro. The perturbed purveyor of her own special brand of therapy, Celia maneuvered the wide-eyed Girl From Grapevine into backpack position, the blonde strapped to her foe's spine, perpendicular and back-to-back with Celia. Hooking an elbow on one side, the auburn-haired grappler captures her foe’s crossed ankles on the other.
On her knees nearby, a grimacing Lisa tried vainly to make a save, her former treating psychiatrist laying out and SLAMMING her baby-faced protégé into the canvas with a wicked Nature vs. Nurture.
NATURE VS. NURTURE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2mIBPIXKVE
“Looks like you could use some help.” Blassenville growled at Al, the official not in a position to truthfully say ‘no’.
Scraping what’s left of Heather off the canvas, the Temptress turned bouncer, bum rushing a ragdolled Texan to the strands and tossing the Lone Star Girl over the top, Crofton crashing and burning to the floor below.
Celia turned to the man in stripes.
“I believe the words are ‘thank youAHHHHGAWWWD!”
For a moment Carpenter was confused, until he saw Lisa’s right forearm poking from between the muscular stems of the redhead from behind.
Jaw dropping, Celia collapsed to her haunches, hands burying between her thighs.
The glistening Lisa, kneeling behind the fallen Blassenville, whispered in her adversary’s ear while applying a Sleeper grip, Dream’s arms snaking around the neck of her hated physician, clamping tight to stop the blood flow to Celia’s brain.
As the Temptress writhed to break free from the Ultimate Image, a rising One Woman Army charges, lifting her lead right leg, aiming it over her partner’s left shoulder and right between the eyes of Lisa Legend for a colossal Big Boot.
Regrettably for GI Bex, Lisa yanked Celia so the redhead’s face was a mask for her own and Clayton nearly removed her teammate’s head from her shoulders with the savage kick!
Knocked to next week by Clayton, Blassenville was left in a motionless sprawl. A fretting Becky hovered over her fellow challenger, when Dream slipped in from behind the distracted Clayton, pulling the bigger brunette off her feet, the One Woman Army tumbling then trapped in a Small Package beneath the Ultimate Image for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
With Al’s palm only a few inches off the deck, a flustered Becky kicks loose. Clayton spun worriedly toward Al and breathed a sigh of relief when seeing two fingers held aloft.
Clayton climbed to her feet but before she could turn to find the Ultimate Image, Lisa leapt onto Becky’s back, her ivory-skinned legs wrapping around the taut midriff of the Camouflage Crusher! Clayton tried to shake off her rider, but the smaller brunette was like a pit-bull on a porterhouse and Lisa Legend seemed to have taken directions from her cowgirl partner, refusing to be bucked.
With Dream starting to snake her arms around Clayton’s carotid in a Sleeper, much like she had on Celia moments before, Becky backed her way to a neutral corner and thrust herself in, sandwiching the Personification of Perfection between.
A soft grunt from Lisa tumbled over Becky’s shoulder. She carried the wrestling icon forward on her back, then reversed course and CRUSHED Dream a second time between herself and the corner. This time the grimacing Lisa seeped down GI Bex’s body and the grinning Army grunt turned to face the outgunned vision in white.
Perhaps unknown to the One Woman Army, she’s assaulting Dream in her Team’s corner, the tardy arrival of a recovering Heather making this apparent to the FAWNatics if not Becky. Still on the floor, she tapped Lisa’s near ankle and slid in under the bottom rope outside Clayton’s awareness. Thankfully for the Dreamers in the audience, an eagle-eyed Carpenter caught the tag and allowed the blonde in without a peep.
Becky worked a nearly defenseless Dream over with fists of fury, first pounding clenched digits into her hated foe’s tummy, before mugging Lisa’s breasts, then stair-stepping to a CRACKING right cross to the jaw, leaving Dream out on her feet.
A snarling Clayton halted to pie-face the legend.
“Aren’t quite as successful when there’s no money in your bank?” the Camouflage Crusher spat, Bex still harboring resentment for the Ultimate Image ‘stealing’ her World Title many years ago when Lisa cashed in her briefcase against the title-holding Clayton.
From Becky’s six, the newly legal Heather grabbed a shoulder and spun Clayton to face her, then drove a Toe Kick deep into the navel of the One Woman Army. With Clayton doubled in front of her, the Lone Star Girl tugged Bex to center stage, then turned and raced to the ropes in front of the challenger.
Rebounding at full speed, the blonde dashed toward the bent Becky. Crofton hopped over the top in what, to the uninitiated, looked like a potential Sunset Flip. But the Yellow Rose was about go nuclear on GI Bex with her destructive Dallas Destroyer.
Heather floated through to a sit-out position and SPIKED the crown of Becky’s skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards between her extended legs.
DALLAS DESTROYER @ 00:12:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MoG4S9j_17c
A boneless Becky tumbled over to a starfish position after impact.
With the Dreamers roaring, Heather scrambled and scooped both limp legs, then rolled to a Back Press pin across Clayton’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOO!
Becky might've kicked out but no one could say for sure because a risen Celia Blassenville stomped up, grabbed her partner's ankles and pulled hard enough to flip Clayton off her shoulders and into an impromptu Crossbody across Heather's lower back. Quick to release her hooks with the pin disrupted, Crofton scrambled out from underneath the woozy brunette and got to her knee—THWHUNK! The Temptress rushed in and planted the point of her right knee on the bridge of Heather's nose!
Crofton slopped backward over her folded lower legs, the glassy-eyed blonde offering no response when Celia reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat. “Your meddling has gone past amusement straight to irritation, Ms. Crofton.” Grabbing onto the smaller wrestler's right shoulder, Blassenville muscled Heather to verticality, then stepped away so they were both clear of the Camouflage Crusher. Once that was done she shifted her shoulder-grip to the small of the Texan's back and hoisted her high into the sky before THAWHAMMING her against the deck with a thunderous Choke Slam!
CHOKE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncPewmu8Gwk
“All right Celia, that's enough!” Al barked as he interposed himself between Blassenville and Crofton. “Get back to the corner or I'll—”
Celia shoved the official aside half a heartbeat before an oncoming Lisa Dream leapt onto the redhead while throwing a flurry of wild punches! The Dream's knees were set against Celia's hips and her left arm was hooked around the back of challenger's head so she could throw hands with the right. The Crimson Cagliostro stumbled backward as she adjusted to Lisa's weight, but if the Ultimate Image had been looking to knock her adversary down with the Thesz Press she was destined for disappointment. Indeed Dream'd just begun to realize that Celia was still on her feet when the Mistress of Puppets snaked her arms around the smaller woman's waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to crack ribs!
“GAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Lisa's legs started to flail and she abandoned her pugilistic efforts in a valiant albeit doomed attempt to escape the Bear Hug.
“Going low when times get tough, Lisa?” Blassenville murmured in her former patient's ear. “What would dear sweet Heather think of such underhanded tactics?”
“Yuuuuhhhh... you deserve whatever you get.” Dream huffed against the brawny coil. “You corrupt everything you touch, Celia. Screwing with me was bad enough, but I probably deserved it. Becky though? Eventually she'll see through your shit and NNNGGGGHHHH!” Blassenville bore down harder than ever, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to hurl the former World Champion into the shadow of the Psy Ops corner with a ring-shaking Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FceA4zIVPMQ
The force of it should've kept Dream down for quite a while or at least sent her tumbling under the bottom rope to the floor so the FAWNatics were quite surprised when the white-clad wonder bounced to her feet... only to immediately slop back against the challengers' corner. Some noise from the lab rats drew Blassenville's attention elsewhere and she was pleased to see Rebecca helping herself to Crofton's hair even before she'd returned to one knee.
Confident in the other woman's ability to handle the obnoxious Texan, the Mistress of Puppets refocused on the disheveled Dream and sighed regretfully. “Shame to say, but I do believe I've learned all I can learn from you, Lisa Dream. And an experiment with nothing new to provide must inevitably be brought to a close. To that end...”
Blassenville exploded toward the corner in a flat-out sprint, the usually methodical redhead throwing caution (and everything else) to the wind as she leapt up and lashed out with a Bicycle Kick pointed at Lisa's chi—NO! The Ultimate Image of Self Preservation twisted aside with no time spare, Dream vacating the buckles just as Blassenville's boot flew through the spot so recently occupied by her mouth! The disastrous miss left Blassenville hung up on the rubber-coated steel, her right leg awkwardly threaded “FAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Lisa hit her with a second Low Blow, this one utterly unnoticed by Al, who was too busy focusing on the legal members of each team. “You know what I've come to realize, Celia?” Dream muttered in the wincing Destroyer's ear. “Nobody in this world is perfect, let alone me... but even on my worst day I'm still a helluva lot better than you!”
On that note of self discovery, Lisa hooked her arms around the redhead's left leg and boosted it up and over so Celia was effectively slumped in a seat on the top turnbuckle. From there she grabbed a handful of braid and dragged Blassenville back into the Tree of Woe! Such precautions would've been enough against anyone else in the FAWN locker room, but Lisa was taking no chances with the Temptress so she snatched up the tag rope and wrapped it around her foe's ankles about half a dozen times. “Enjoy the rest of the show, Celia.” Dream smiled and patted an upturned knee. “I think you'll like the grand finale.”
Several seconds prior (right about the time Lisa was getting Suplexed into the challenger's corner as a matter of fact) Becky Clayton filled her hands with Heather Crofton's battle damp hair and got to her feet just so she could reel the vulnerable Texan into a Standing Headscissors. Happy to see Celia lining up her shot, the Camouflage Crusher flattened her hands into paddles and raised them high overhead like she was about to unleash a Bittersweet Symphony on the blonde's backside. The reaction to this brazen theft started off as mixed but quickly became fully negative when Clayton balled her hands into fists and unleashed double birds on the crowd instead. Smirking all the wider at their massed hatred, Bex scoffed, “Fuckin' deal with it, losers.” then bent down and wrapped her arms around the Yellow Rose's waist.
Lest you forget the strength of the former World Champion, they'd been wrestling hard for almost twenty minutes yet Clayton looked like a woman maneuvering a pillow when she flipped the smaller wrestler into a slumped seat on her shou—THAWHAM! No hesitation or theatrics from Bex, she just shot up on tiptoe and hurled Crofton forward and down, the back of the youngster's head bouncing horribly when she hit the deck!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUQzvpysW-Q
That hellacious Powerbomb left Crofton stacked high and tight, not that Al got a chance to swoop in for a cover. Instead Clayton put her hands to Heather's calves and pushed her backward onto her knees, a position she only occupied until the One Woman Army caught a Front Facelock and hauled her to verticality. Slinging Heather's near (left) arm over her shoulders, Bex grabbed onto the Texan's waistband at her right hip and muscled Miss Mustang all the way to high noon ahead of a match ending FUBAR Al—THWHACK!
Lisa rushed in on Clayton's right and leapt into the air to tag her longtime arrival across the ear with a perfect Enzugiri! Completely unprepared for the strike, Becky's legs went all wobbly and she would've simply dropped the smaller blonde if Crofton hadn't tucked in on herself and swung down and in, the Texan laying out with every bit of her hundred and twenty-three pounds to SPIKE the crown of her tormentor's skull into the canvas with a colossal DDT!
Having rushed to the apron immediately following her divine intervention, Lisa grabbed the tag rope in one hand and swatted the top turnbuckle with the other. “C'MON HEATHER!” she shouted at her winded partner. “MAKE THE TAG AND WE'LL FINISH THIS!”
Heather sat up with one arm wrapped around the back of her head, she was one massive ache after that damned Powerbomb. A glance around told her the path to Lisa was clear, but she didn't spot either member of Psy Ops and that was understandably concerning. “Whuuu...where are they?” she muttered while starting to rise.
“Down and out and ready to go!” Lisa exclaimed. “But we gotta do it together!”
Vaguely concerned that she'd somehow let the veteran down, Heather lurched forward and then leapt, the blonde reaching out to TAG Lisa's Legend's extended hand!
Dream was through the ropes in a trice, the Ultimate Image catching a double fistful of Becky's hair to quite literally drag her away from Celia, who was desperately struggling to escape the Tree of Woe! Hauling the Camouflage Crusher upright in a series of fits and starts, Lisa turned her around and drew her down into a Standing Headscissors she bolstered by threading both arms under Clayton's biceps. Rather than lock her hands to complete the Double Underhook she cupped the back of Bex's thighs just above the knees and lifted her upside down to rapturous applause! Taking a few steps back (she needed to get closer to their corner) Lisa caught Celia's eye and offered the Temptress a kiss and a wink right before she kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt to THWHONK Becky's noggin with the Fallen Angel!
FALLEN ANGEL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4STU9glZDl8
Holding her package even tighter after impact, Dream abruptly stretched out on her back to sling / toss the brain-added Destroyer into a drunken stumble that left her sprawled chest-first against the Dream Team's top turnbuckle! “Up top, Heather!” Lisa shouted to the Yellow Rose in the midst of hurrying to boot-leather. “You've been wanting to try something big, let's try it!”
Eyes gleaming in the wake of Lisa's suggestion, the yellow-clad blonde climbed up the turnbuckles from the outside and turned around so she was facing the audience with both feet set on the middle buckle. As for Lisa, she scurried up behind Becky, crouched down and wedged her head between the brunette's thighs to muscle her up high enough to set Clayton's feet on the second rope.
Another 'TAG!' made Crofton the legal woman, not that the FAWNatics really gave a damn at the moment. They were far too excited watching Lisa spin around so her back was to the corner and her arms were wrapped around Becky's upper thighs. One story up, Heather curled her right arm around Clayton's head in a Three Quarters Facelock. Grip set, Crofton let out a whistle that signaled Dream to yank their burden from her mount and drop to her butt while Miss Mustang leapt into the void with a gorgeous back-flip that brought her down on both knees while Bex was THA-WHAMMED down full length!
PERFECT TOAST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HE-DASgngbY
Splattered at the bottom of a crater courtesy the Shiranui & Sit-Out Powerbomb combo the champs had jokingly dubbed 'Perfect Toast', Clayton only 'oooffffed' softly when Heather dropped a miniature Butt Bomb onto her chest and promptly transformed it into a Reverse Matchbook, the Yellow Rose folding the challenger in half while Lisa Dream stood guard against any interference with the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Heather tossed Clayton's legs in one direction and rolled in the other, the exhausted blonde coming to rest on her knees with both hands cupped over her mouth while the Announcer confirmed her first ever 'Mania victory. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... LISA DREAM AND HEATHER CROFTON... THE DREAM TEAM!”
A seated Dream beamed at her partner. She wiped a handful of dark, moist locks off her glistening forehead.
“Not bad, kiddo.” Lisa chuckled. “Quite a move you dreamed up.”
The Ultimate Image winked and stretched a palm in the Lone Star Girl’s direction. Heather rose to her boot soles and heaved The Dream up in the process with a tug. Crofton surrounded her white-clad partner in an embrace.
“Thanks for giving me a chance.” Heather sweetly and sincerely purred in her partner’s ear.
“Are you kidding? You gave me the chance.” Lisa responded, cinching tight enough to draw an adorable ‘oof’ from the Yellow Rose.
Not too far distant, Celia screamed at Carpenter to release her, infamous aplomb disintegrating in a furious rage at coming up short against the champions.
Still tied in the Tree, Doctor Blassenville thundered forth, vowing to put Dream in the madhouse once more.
But it only drew an eye roll from the victorious Lisa Legend. The ivory-skinned brunette motioned for her gold and that of Miss Mustang and Al delivered in due haste, only turning to free the Temptress after the Dream Team have their property, and a statement Mania win as world’s biggest cherry on top.
“Enjoy this, kiddo.” Lisa emphasized, raising the babyface blonde’s near arm high, a palm wrapped around Heather’s wrist. Each titleholder raised their hardware with their outside hands. They glanced down at a softly stirring Becky, Clayton cooing in her obliviousness.
“Beating them…here…now, Dream continued. The icon gazes longingly over the roaring Mania masses, then at Heather. “With you? If it ends tomorrow, I’m OK.”
The Texan gave Lisa a softly scolding look of disapproval, then a grin.
“But it isn’t,” the Lone Star Girl made clear.
Dream nodded.
“But it isn’t.”