Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 9, 2014 15:29:36 GMT
A familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted around the currently vacant stage and a split second behind, a seemingly somewhat chastened brunette stepped through the curtain, still no doubt sending the thrill of a lifetime into every fan in the house as the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replace the light show.
OH FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
An introduction was unnecessary. From the raucous jeering, the crowd was already firmly mid-hate. But the Announcer proceeded through sheer habit.
“Ladies and gentlemen the Wheel of Destiny has decided that tonight’s next match will be a Hardcore match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from New York, New York, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. The Luscious One herself... The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection… LISA DREAM!”
LISA DREAM:
The beautiful dark-haired Dream showED silent disdain for the Dreamophobes tonight. Not bothering to remain on the stage to review the Wannadreams, she immediately started down the ramp.
The Dream was garbed in her usual painted-on cowskin. Lisa wearing her customary black leather vest cut to give her pert bosom room to breathe, but otherwise covering her alabaster tummy, only a slight rim of skin showing. Her long, black leather pants reaching down to her black boots return after a short vacation during Mania, the Dreamophiles frustrated at not being able to view the Luscious One’s flawless, alabaster stems. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobwebbed across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Lisa’s usually ubiquitous microphone was nowhere to be seen.
And though the crowd’s reverberating chants of “DARE. DARE. DARE!” drew a wrinkled nose, Lisa appearing as if she’s just smelled something vile, she did not respond with any verbal repartee, witty or otherwise.
The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection slid in under the bottom rope and pushed to her feet, claiming the corner farthest from the upper stage. There she waited as her music fades, perfectly businesslike before what could be considered a must win battle, considering another debilitating dismantling by Olivia Dare at ‘Mania.
With Lisa maintaining her unnerving silence, the Announcer returned his attention to the top of the stage. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the NoCal Sensation… JENNY JACOBS!”
JENNY SAYS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGICoNYu2zQ
The Madhouse sound system offered up the twangy opening of ’Jenny Says’ and though it didn’t have the same direct imperative of her previous anthem, that didn’t stop the Jacobites from standing at attention well before their heroine burst through the curtain. Double ‘J’s already raised high, Jenny started to greet her fans only to stop when they beat her to it with a chant of ‘REMATCH CLAUSE! REMATCH CLAUSE!’
JENNY JACOBS:
Jacobs looked down at her waist, which looked oddly bare now that it no longer housed ten pounds of leather and gold. Then she glanced up and grinned wide. “YEAH, I’VE GOT ONE!” the blonde called. “BUT LET’S GIVE JULES A CHANCE TO RUN WITH IT, OK? AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE… THERE’S A BIGGER BELT I WANT!”
The thought of their favorite Innovator hoisting FAWN’s greatest prize got the Jacobites back in the mood and so they matched Jenny with J’s of their own when she raised hers high. For the conclusion of this match that’d actually started in a hallway at Fawnamania, Jacobs wore the star-spangled version of her usual indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top that featured equally celestial cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were still the same crisp white and her hair still curled in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Almost to the ring, Jacobs put on the brakes to scope out a sign that read:
BEST. IC CHAMP. EVAR!
Jenny paused before it and gave the nearest camera a knowing smirk. “And that’s just the beginning.” she promised. “By the time I’m done they’re gonna call me Fort Knox.” Punctuating her promise with a wink, Jenny broke into a sprint and dove under the bottom rope before popping to her feet in the center of the ring. Locking eyes with Lisa as she backed into her corner, the newest former Intercontinental Champion said, “You tried to pick a fight with me when I was wounded and paid for it, Dream. Now that I’m fresh the price has shot through the roof.”
The bell CLANGED and Jenny was out of her corner at once, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds eager to prove herself all over again now that the Intercontinental Championship was no longer around her waist. In the opposite corner Lisa started forward just as quickly, her uncharacteristic silence carrying on far longer than anyone dared thought it could. Setting her feet and raising her hands as the Dream closed in, Jenny quipped, “You’re looking remarkably clear-eyed and cogent tonight, Lisa. Have you finally started taking your medications in the proper OOOOFFFFHHH!”
The Ultimate Image dove forward, lowered a shoulder and slammed it into Jacobs’s belly, doubling the smaller woman over atop the strong, slim curve of her back. Never once breaking her stride, Lisa coiled her arms around Jenny’s upper thighs and stood up straight, all the better to carry her stunned foe back to the corner she’d so recently left. Quickening her step as the buckles closed in, the Dream swung Jenny forward and lunged again, putting every bit of her weight behind the miniature Spear that BWUUUNGED the NoCal Sensation against the thinly-padded steel. Perfect lips pursed firmly shut, Lisa slung Jacobs’s arms over the top rope, then grabbed a savage handful of hair and started pounding away with closed right hands, her knuckles just scraping and caroming off the thin skin of Jenny’s forehead.
Startled not so much by the ferocity of Lisa’s attack (as the Dream had never been known for any merciful qualities) but by the Spartan efficiency with which she carried it out, it took Nick Castle an extra five seconds to stride over and evaluate the mugging. After a moment he tapped Lisa’s shoulder and said, “Out of the corner, Dream. It’s no DQ but it’s not box--”
“DON’T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Lisa rounded on him and didn’t just bark, she raged at the gaping official. “YOUR JOB IS TO WATCH HER BLEED AND ADMIRE MY PERFECTION!”
Generous enough to let the unworthy idiot do both at the same time, Lisa grasped Jenny’s ears in both hands, jerked her head down and thun-thun-thunk-THUNKED a quartet of Kneelifts into her noggin, the last of which earned a noticeable boost when the Dream hopped onto the bottom rope before delivering it.
As gobsmacked by Lisa’s aggressive start as anyone else, Jenny soaked up the Kneelifts as best she could, then lunged forward and pounded a Forearm Smash against the taller woman’s chest to knock her back a step. “So you wanna rough-house, huh priss?” she rasped. “Then let’s finish what I started in the hallNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
Lisa reared back with her hands up like she was calling for a Lock-up but when Jenny did the same the former FAWN World Champion buried a Toe Kick in her trunks. Jacobs groaned, crumpled forward and found herself slumped against the Waking Nightmare’s shoulder. Nothing so pleasant as a jog to the corner this time around, instead Lisa pushed onto her tiptoes and went down on one knee, the point of which proved a most unpleasant point of contact for the blonde’s crotch. Already shivering, Jenny’s legs gave another violent shimmy. They held for the moment, though Lisa would’ve certainly argued that her double handful of hair was doing more to keep the Wannadream vertical. That didn’t last too much longer as the Dream stepped back, dropped her hips and torqued them so hard it yanked Jenny off her feet and sent her spinning through the air to THWHAM down on her face and chest a short distance away.
Pushing to one knee in short order in spite of the unexpected punishment, Jenny pressed the heel of her palm to her bottom lip and muttered, “Who are you and what have you done with LisNNNGGGHH!”
Lisa stormed over and kicked the blonde onto her side, a rude little strike that was arrogant and domineering in equal measure. Jacobs rolled away from it and started to rise, only to get leveled with another of those obnoxiously snide kicks. Fuming now, she threw herself into a backward somersault, sprang to boot-leather and “OOOFFFFHH!” Lisa slammed a shoulder into her midsection and rode the blonde all the way to the canvas with a Dreamy Spear. Scrambling into a proper mount as soon as she’d pulled clear of Jacobs’s gulping tummy, the Pathological Perfectionist twined both hands in Jenny’s hair, yanked her head off the mat and TWHUNKED it back against the mat. She must’ve enjoyed the sound a great deal because Lisa repeated the tactic half a dozen more times before finally pulling the Wannadream into a nose-to-nose staredown.
“You’ve never been worthy of my perfection, Jenny Jacobs.” she murmured. “But that’s going to change. Because I’m going to rebuild you in my own Dreamy image. I’ll have to destroy you first, but that’s a small price to pay for NNNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny slammed her forehead into the bridge of Dream’s nose, her first offense of the night. Damned sure certain it wasn’t gonna be her last, Jenny jabbed the brunette with another Headbutt, then looped her right arm over the back of Lisa’s neck to keep her in place for the miniature European Uppercut that knocked the Dream onto her back. “I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you.” Jenny slid back and planted her right foot between Lisa’s legs, about six inches south of her undercarriage. In the next instant she crossed the Dream’s legs Indian-style, keeping her own foot posted in the center of the triangle created by those folded gams. Wedging her foe’s left ankle in against her shin, Jacobs stood up and finished, “But I do know who’s going to knock it right back the fuck out.”
Lisa braced on her palms and pushed up, defiantly offering that perfectly sculpted chin to the Innovator of Offense. “Your threats mean nothing to me, Wannadream.” she spat, her voice dripping utter confidence. “The mere fact that you would consider laying a rough hand on me is all the more reason to remold you as a truly perfect NNNGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny cupped the back of the Dream’s head with her left hand and tried to cave in the front with a brutally stiff Forearm Smash. Looming almost directly over the prone brunette, Jacobs kept Lisa’s head slightly elevated, meaning she could unload those Forearm Smashes that much quicker. After about four she’d dropped into a crouch and it took five more for Castle to find enough opening to wrap an arm around her waist.
JENNY LOSES HER TEMPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2uf8i8cQ-s
“BREAK IT UP, JENNY! C’MON, GET OFF HER!” the senior ref demanded while dragging Jenny away from her prey.
Jacobs squirmed loose of his grasp and stomped back to Lisa, whom found her vision filled with a pair of righteously vengeful J’s. “SO YOU WANT MORE OF THE HALLWAY, IS THAT IS BABY? YOU SHOULDA JUST SAID SO!” Jenny finished the declaration with a resounding Bytch Slap across the Ultimate Image’s cheek. Then she backed off and dropped into a tense crouch, waiting to see if the Dream would respond with her usual histrionics now that’d she had the taste literally and figuratively slapped out of her mouth.
The woman in question remained on her back for a moment longer, using the reprieve to wipe the back of one hand across her bottom lip. Satisfied the idiot hadn’t drawn blood, Lisa pushed to one knee and raked a hand through her hair. Rather than scream at the ref or the fans for the torrent of ‘LISA SUCKS!’ chants hurled in her direction, she honed in solely on Jenny, a display of focus that was almost incomprehensible to anyone who’d followed her career for any length of time. “You shouldn’t have stopped hitting me, Wannadream. My unconsciousness is the only thing that would’ve kept you living this pathetically imperfect life. Now that I’ve taken your best shot, your perfection is assured.”
Jenny snorted and stepped back, beckoning the other former champion forward with crooked fingers. “Trust me, Lisa. You haven’t taken anything yet.”
The penitent Dream launched herself toward the woman who had become an icon over the course of the past year and then some, beating all comers to keep her Intercontinental crown. And Lisa found out why when her pounce was met by a perfectly-timed, gutting knee to the navel. The Ultimate Image gurgled as she collapsed around the impact. Stumbling back a few steps, the stooped, bug-eyed Lisa swaddled her midriff.
It didn’t take but a split-second for Jacobs to reach for The Dream and tug her lowered head between open thighs that clamped shut around the temples of one of FAWN’s most hated.
“I’ve got so many more best shots,” Jenny chimes, “you won’t be able to count them all.”
As if to prove it, Jacobs grunted as she flipped the brunette up her body. As Lisa reached the apex, Double J wedged an arm between the Dream’s thighs and made sure it was crooked to a sharp point when she laid out on one side and PLANTED Lisa against the canvas with her Elbow Drop assisted Powerbomb known as the Sledge-O-Matic.
SLEDGE-O-MATIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjMJ1L9AfKk
Lisa rolled onto her side mid-spasm, the power of the impact having shaken the supple frame of perfection. Meanwhile, a grinning Jenny kipped to her feet, nodding as she took a mini-victory lap that eventually made its way back to The Dream, the multi-fed veteran on hands and knees.
Lisa found her crawl blocked by Jenny’s stems and The Dream looked up, only to have Jacobs collect a handful of flawless scalp. Yelping as Jacobs yanked her back to verticality, the New Yorker managed to slip in a short right to Jacobs’ liver that halted the Woman with a Million Moves (more or less) only to have Jenny trump her with a head-rattling European Uppercut that straightened the brunette and left her woozy.
The blonde stepped side by side with her foe, Jenny and Lisa pointed in opposite directions, and grapevined her right leg around Lisa’s right. Throwing her weight back, the woman who symbolized FAWN gold, even with it recently lost to Juliet Bloodwind, lays out and PLANTS Lisa into the deck face and chest first with a Reverse STO.
REVERSE STO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dban5JY7pM8
As The Dream writhed on the canvas, checking the line of her perfect proboscis, Jenny scrambled to the perfect position next to her. Capturing Lisa’s left arm, she raised it high and slipped under, simultaneously capturing The Dream in a Crossface while bending back The Dream’s arm in brutal fashion with her Border City Stretch.
BORDER CITY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8SCv1yA39g
As the FAWNatics chanted ‘TAP…TAP…TAP!’, Jenny worked the submission all the harder.
“Did you ever think,” the blonde grunted, “think about retiring? Or were you expecting me to make that decision for you?”
As Jacobs worked her Stretch to the great delight of those assembled, sweat poured off the battered Dream as she struggled to swing her far leg toward the ropes. After an energy-sapping dozen seconds, the Ultimate Image managed to lay a boot on the bottom rope and squeak for her release. Jenny ceded after a long ‘FOUR’, though instead of rising and backing away, the golden-haired phenom slid out of the ring next to The Dreamy One.
Ducking under the apron, Jenny pulled out a chair, and two, and three. She slid a pair in and tossed the other over the top before rejoining her weapons of choice and the scruffy-looking Dream, who’s still rolling her shoulders, apparently hoping they slip back into place.
“I know you wanted hardcore, Lisa,” Jenny bellowed, moving to pick up one item of folded furniture “cause you don’t have one percent of the wrestling skill I’ve cultivated, don’t know one percent of the moves I’ve forgotten,” Jacobs brandished the seatpan over her shoulder, turned and closed in, “but by asking for this stipulation now you’ve shown you don’t have one percent of the brains.”
With The Dream rising slowly in front of her, a tight grip on both legs of the chair, the flaxen-haired NoCal Sensation took a baseball swing and CLANGED the metal into Lisa’s spine, sending The Dream lurching forward in anguish, flawless features twisting in pain. Still, the leather-clad grappler managed to stay on her feet and even turned as she staggered, so as to keep Jenny in her sights.
“There is something to be said about simple pleasures,” Jacobs announced, this time raising the slightly bent chair directly above her head. The woman now synonymous with gold appeared ready to make the same connection with steel, bringing the heavy end of the hardware plummeting toward the crown of The Dream’s noggin.
But before metal CRAAACKED against skull, The Dream shot a Toe Kick into the open midsection of Double J. The shock as much as the impact of the gutting boot stopped Jacobs in her tracks. The chair hung loose in Jenny’s grip as the blonde sucked in some much needed oxygen. Though Lisa still wobbled, she snatched the weapon from Jacobs’ grasp, turned it toward its former owner, and used the curved head of the chair to impale the NoCal Sensation not once, or twice, but THREE times. With each, Jenny was sent hopping backward from the blow, her doubled frame deepening every time, eyes bulging, pursed lips exploding open with large forced exhalations.
“Perfection doesn’t work on a timetable,” Lisa huffed.
The brunette unfolded and placed the increasingly damaged chair on the canvas, ready for seating, and to the crowd’s bewilderment, The Dream did indeed take a seat next to the winded phenom. But Lisa didn’t relax for long. Stretching out her sinewy, leather-clad stems, the Ultimate Image wrapped them around the back of the neck of the dipped Jacobs, forcing the blonde’s reddening face to remain pointed at the canvas below her. Palming the backrest of the chair, Lisa pushed up as far as she’s able with a tricep extension and threw her body to the right.
Laying out, the Luscious One brought Jenny down with her. But while Lisa landed on her back and backside, the flaxen-covered crown of Double J’s skull CRUNCHED into one of Jenny’s earlier discarded steel chairs. Head still scissored, guided viciously into the metal by the Dreamy One, Jacobs remained in a breathtaking headstand for a split-second before falling like redwood timber from her own backyard.
As The Dream released her leglock around the head of the blonde, the black leather coating Lisa’s thighs peeling away from Jacob’s greasy, reddened cheeks, the crowd grew silent. The Innovator out-innovated and barely conscious, a sight perhaps all but one in the audience never expected to see.
Lisa moved to Jenny’s side without any preening or proclamations of perfection. She rolled the deadweight of the blasted Jacobs off chair #2, spreading her foe in a wide starfish before collecting the leg of the former IC champ and pressing tight to her.
The official slid into place next to blonde and brunette and slapped out a shocker with the ONE…TWO…and from the deep recesses that kept her wearing a gilded belt for over a year, Jenny kicked her way free of the pin with a second to spare.
Lisa rocked back on her haunches, mopped a forearm across her brow and nodded once. “We knew you’d resist the gift of my perfection.” the brunette murmured. “That’s why you get to be first.” Jacobs answered with an angry sounding groan that the Dream had no time or inclination to translate. Rather she buried her hands in Jenny’s hair and hauled the both of them to boot-leather. Their arrival was celebrated with a pair of Kneelifts to Jenny’s midsection, Lisa aiming her shots for the red welts left by the chair shots. Shifting one hand from the blonde’s hair to her chin, the Ultimate Image tipped her head back and explained, “These aren’t slaps, Jenny Jacobs. They’re merely sanding down the layers of imperfection one by one.”
“Yuuuhh…. you have really lost your goddamned mind this time, LisNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lisa put the NoCal Sensation’s head on a swivel with a viciously stiff Bytch Slap, then turned her face forward and delivered five more, Jenny’s usually peaches n’ cream complexion reddening with each fresh Slap. The last blow sent Jacobs reeling so Dream lunged forward and grabbed her by the throat. “I believe there’s a light dawning in your eyes, Wannadream. A few more rounds of this treatment and you’ll wake up to a perfect new reality.”
She reared back for the Bytchiest Slap yet but when her hand lashed out Jenny’s did the same, the former IC champ snatching her attacker’s wrist less than six inches from her cheek. “I don’t need to be perfect, Lis. I’m already better than you.”
The Dream readied a response only to have it stuffed down her throat by a big blonde Haymaker. Stamping after the backpedaling brunette, Jenny crooked her hands into claws, laid them atop Lisa’s shoulders and raaaaaaaaaked down, leaving several thin red streaks to compliment the spider web of black leather. Straightened up following the Back Rake, the Pathological Perfectionist couldn’t stop Jacobs from creeping up on her six and securing a Half Waistlock / Half Nelson combo. Perfectly aware of the discarded chair lurking directly behind her, Jenny treated Lisa to a hard shake, then snarled, “You look ragged, Lisa. Lemme show you to your seaTTNNNNGGHH AAAARRRHHHH!”
Lisa snapped a blind Headbutt back between the blonde’s eyes and piled on with a mule kick that split Jenny’s wickets but good. Ripping from her rival’s bonds like they were little more than wet tissue paper, the Dream reached over her right shoulder with both hands and snagged Jacobs’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock. Then she wheeled ‘em around in a half circle that left both women pointed at the previously harmless chair. Terrified that Lisa was looking for the Day Dreamer onto the aforementioned chair, the FAWNatics actually voiced an audible sigh of relief when the brunette dropped to one knee and slung Jenny onto her tush with a garden variety Snapmare.
While the move itself was basic the delivery was perfect (of course) meaning Jacobs was slowed to a fraction of her usual speed as she dealt with her throbbing tailbone. That gave the Dream more than enough time to run the ropes behind her prey and return in a gaudy streak of leather and ivory. Leaving her feet a heartbeat before she would’ve tripped over the Innovator, Lisa tumbled through a beautiful somersault, snatched Jenny’s noggin as she passed overhead and laid out on her back to BWANG the poor imperfect creature’s face into the chair.
ROLLING NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdGemsxOJT8
Jenny whipped back to her seat with authority, both hands cupped tight over her mug. She didn’t lower these self-imposed blinders until the crowd let out a warning cry and that meant she had just enough time to watch Lisa swoop in and CRAAAAACK! The Ultimate Image (who’d ran the opposite ropes as soon as she sprang up) dropped to one knee and put Jacobs on her back with another scathing Bytch Slap. Smiling for what seemed like the first time that night, the Dream put a little of her usual arrogance on display when she wedged a knee against Jenny’s chest and raised both hands high overhead. Forced to act despite the casual nature of the cover, Nick Castle dove in and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Jenny sat up, hooked an arm around the back of Lisa’s head and pulled her over and down into lightning-fast Small Package. Still in position after the earlier count, the ref was quick to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lisa exploded free of Jacobs’s trap, sprang to verticality and immediately drove a heel into the blonde’s tummy. “HOW FOOLISH CAN YOU BE?” The Dream’s calm façade fell away in great crashing chunks, revealing the swirling rage beneath. “I’M TRYING TO REMAKE YOU IN MY IMAGE AND YET STILL YOU RESIST!” She bent down, grabbed Jenny by the hair and jerked her up into a Front Facelock. Soon as the blonde’s head was locked Lisa kicked her feet out from under her and laid out full length to THWHUNK Jenny’s skull into the mat with a Dreamy DDT.
DREAMY DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QJOWzFsils
Shoveling the twitching wreckage onto its back, Lisa leaned down until she was inches from Jenny’s face and bellowed, “CAN’T YOU SEE I’M ONLY TRYING TO HELP?” The lack of response from Jacobs prompted a snort of disgust from her attacker and the start of more decisive action. Quickly making her way to the chair she’d bounced off the Wannadream’s face, Lisa scooped it up, snapped it open and set it down in the middle of the squared circle. Then she went back to Jenny, plunged a hand into her hair and hauled her up in a series of jerks and tugs. “If you could only see what I see or feel what I feel, you wouldn’t resist this gift we’re offering.” Lisa explained as she led the NoCal Sensation to the empty chair. Hopping onto the seat, Lisa turned around and stuffed Jenny’s head between her thighs for an ominously elevated Scissors. “For now you must content yourself with hearing what I hear. But rest assured Jenny Jacobs, once you hear the Symphony you are so much closer to achieving perfection.”
Hands cupped into paddles, the Dream reached down and SMACKED Jenny’s backside. One begat two, two begat three and soon Lisa’s little rat-a-tat riff blossomed into the savage serenade of calamitous callipygian cruelty known the world over as the Bittersweet Symphony. Ignoring the growing tingle in her palms, the Dream kept the pace of those butt-blistering smacks quite steady, though those with finely honed musical senses knew she was building toward a crescendo of some sort. Reaching it after several more seconds, Lisa CLAPPED double slaps against Jenny’s smoldering glutes three times, then sank her claws in so deep they almost buckled the wailing blonde’s knees.
Still not finished, Lisa grabbed as much of Jenny’s briefs as she could and yaaaaaaaaaaaanked up, piling on a murderous wedgie to what was already a felonious ass-ault. “DO YOU GIVE?” she demanded of her keening adversary. “WILL YOU LET THE LIGHT OF PERFECTION INTO YOUR LIFE? ANSWER ME, TRAMP!”
“FAHK YOU!” Jenny roared back, her voice oh so ragged but still defiant as ever. She tried to squirm loose of the Scissors but the Dream clamped down, keeping her in place.
“Have it your way, Wannadream.” Bracing her hands against the small of Jacobs’s back, Lisa bent down and launched into the air with every intention of plowing Jenny’s face straight through the seat of the chair. Only that’s not quite how it worked out. Because Jenny stuffed her hands against the Dream’s hips on way up and kept on pushing until the pair of combatants made a near perfect ninety-degree angle with their bodies. With Lisa stretched out and back, Jenny shoved forward and stepped clear, leaving the surprised brunette to plunge straight down into a tummy-first landing atop the curved head of the chair. The Ultimate Image folded like Superman on laundry day, bounced clear and landed hard on one side where she curled into a tight ball to better protect those perfect ribs.
“Why don’t you want to be perfect?” Lisa coughed out, hugging the gutted innards of the only perfection the FAWN roster currently knows.
Meanwhile, a rickety Jenny staggered to the ropes catching herself. The chairs finally paid some of the dividends she’d had in mind, but now appeared to be the time for more than chairs. Slipping through the cables, the blonde dropped to the floor and propped the apron up with an arm while reaching beneath.
Jenny did some serious one-stop shopping, sliding a table out from beneath the ring in addition to a kendo stick, a red octagonal ‘STOP’ sign and a pair of steel tongs. The Innovator threw each of the handheld weapons into the squared circle before edging the table up and sliding it in.
Following behind, Jacobs rejoined the now crowded stage, her scavenger hunting giving Lisa time to push her internal organs back into place and make sure no ribs were cracked. The Dream was on one knee and reaching for the kendo stick when Jenny staked her claim, snatching it at the handle. The Ultimate Image latched her palm around the wood at the other end and a Tug of War was on. Blonde and brunette yanked for possession, the weapon shifting between them until Jenny added a thrust toward The Dream with one of Lisa’s tugs and the end of the stick jabbed into Lisa’s sternum.
The bayonetted Dream lost her grip and stumbled away, holding her chest like she’s having a coronary. And with the stick now her property, Jenny took a proper two-hand grip, the FAWNatics roaring in anticipation. They were quickly satiated as Jacobs teed up and off on the alabaster back of The Dream, WHACKING the kendo stick across Lisa’s unprotected spinal column.
Lisa arched in agony, her flawless features morphed into a pained mask as she tried to circle away from another blow. But Jenny simply pivoted with her foe/target and THWACKED another stinging crack of the stick alongside the first. Lisa howled in pain, again bowing her spine from the impact, red welts erupting across the ivory expanse.
“You do provide a perfect foil,” Jenny informed the retreating Lisa, The Dream having turned so her back did not get a third blow, the brunette instead shambling her way into a corner, arm outstretched, palm raised toward Jenny, pleading. “But I almost feel like I’m playing with Olivia’s toy,” Jenny continued, “and I should just beat you down and put you back in her box.”
“Alright, alright,” Lisa implored, “you can stay deficient. I’m willing to allow it.” The Dream dropped to one knee, her beseeching eyes glued on Jenny’s as one of her hands scoured the canvas blindly for a discarded chair.
A quick downward glance by The Dream was all it took for Jenny to swing her stick up and send it careening down on the crown of Lisa’s skull. The force of the blow snapped the bamboo open a little, not that such an imperfection would do anything but make its further use all the more painful. As for less inanimate objects, the impact sent Lisa flopping to her side, dark eyes crossed and glassy.
Jacobs slung her weapon aside and grabbed an ankle, dragging the Ultimate Image cavewoman-style to an open area of canvas. The blonde dropped beside the waylaid Dream and pressed her body atop in a full ‘nose to toes’ pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Waking Nightmare, perhaps reflexively, chose to keep what was becoming her nightmare going by shifting a shoulder off the deck. Jenny gave a bemused shrug, unable to not give the Luscious One some credit for the willingness to take a prolonged beating.
Jacobs rolled to her feet and backpedaled to a corner, tripping over a chair but catching herself before she tumbled. A few feet away Lisa recovered from the kendo assault, refusing to let perfection be expunged from the earth.
But that tenacity was exactly what the Innovator had counted on. The blonde raced toward a risen but still stooped Lisa. Jenny leapt when she got a grip around the back of The Dream’s neck. Sitting out, Jenny jabbed a knee into the mug of the Ultimate Image, Jenny’s Running Facebreaker sending Lisa bouncing up into the air from the force of the impact.
RUNNING FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJQPZoRnqis
Lisa landed in a heap, rolling to her chest and spreading out in a demolished pool of ivory-skinned flesh. But Jacobs was far from done. Walking into a forward-facing straddle of The Dream, Jenny plucked Lisa’s ankles off the canvas and tucked the brunette’s legs in the pits of her arms. Jacobs’s stroll hadn’t finished however. With Lisa’s legs in tow, she walked another couple steps up the New Yorker’s frame, threatening to snap The Dream’s spine with her fascinating and anguish-inducing NoCal Crab.
NOCAL CRAB @ 1:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E85xMLAI96g&feature=channel_page
The battered Dream mewled in pain, dark eyes welling as she clawed at the canvas in front of her. The crowd shouted in unison “TAP…TAP…TAP.” And it’s clear the thought was passing her mind as her right hand hovered over the deck, fingers twitching. But instead the brunette dug it back into the mat and pulled herself slowly and painfully within reach of the ropes, wrapping a palm around the bottom version and screaming for release.
Jacobs did as she’s told, but not until four long seconds passed, and Lisa was left whimpering as she worked at her lower back, kneading the aching vertebrae and the muscles surrounding them.
“You are a tough little punk,” Jenny mumbled to herself as she backs away, casting a glance around the ring. “Of course, you can only keep a Dream alive for so long.”
The blonde moved to the table, plucked it off the canvas, and one end at a time, extended and locked its legs. Jacobs stood it a few strides away from a corner and returned to the battered brunette.
“Not so worried about who and who is not perfect anymore, are you?” Jacobs asked.
She grabbed a wrist of the panting Dream and tugged her into a scoop, Jacobs vaulting Lisa off the deck and onto a shoulder. But instead of SLAMMING her to the canvas, the Innovator laid her foe out on the table like a cannibal’s buffet line. The Dream started to rise but a clocking forearm to the jaw sent her back down, Lisa served up for something special.
Jenny dipped under the table and climbed the buckles, turning to face the beleaguered victim who’s a simple leap away being knocked into next week.
Rising to her full height as entire legions of Jacobites did the same, Jenny lofted a pair of J’s to the rafters, then leapt out into the void. Crunching in on herself slightly before the apex, Jacobs popped open, angled out to one side and crooked her right elbow up beside her ear. THWHUMP was followed immediately by KERASH as the blonde’s Bosou Elbow spiked Lisa’s sternum and the poor defenseless table all in a single stroke.
BOSOU ELBOW @ 00:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY-p95ALHyk
Crushed between a rock and a hot place, the Dream jolted like a livewire then rolled onto her stomach, a facedown sprawl amidst the table debris still preferable to escaping a cover from this rampaging Wannadream. While the Elbow had devastated Lisa quite nicely it also took a toll on the former IC champ, as her head bounced against a chunk of table when it ricocheted off the mat. Still, fate had gifted her with a Dreamy crash-pad so no one was surprised when she rolled Lisa onto her back several seconds later and flopped out for a weary…
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
The Pathological Perfectionist shoved Jenny away and sat up, a pained, angry look on her always haughty features. “Yuuuhhh… you’re going about this all wrong, Jacobs.” Lisa rasped. “Attempting to mar my perfection won’t make you my equal, it only makes you the most heinous vandal the world has ever knoWNNNOOOOFFFHH!”
Far too sore to listen to the Dream’s mouth, Jenny shut it by springing up and THWHACKING a Low Dropkick against the brunette’s tireless mush. Dream sprawled for only a moment before struggling to her knees. Once there she reached out and grabbed a dinner plate-sized fragment of the shattered table, a toy Jenny thought a little too adult for her. Staying *just* clear of the other woman’s reach, Jacobs sank into a tense crouch and said, “Shouldn’t play with things like that, Lisa. You could get a splinter, which would thus nullify any perfection you’ve been saving.”
Lisa stood up and raised the table fragment in front of her like a bludgeon. “If you don’t want me to have it,” she said darkly, “I suggest you try to take it. That is, if your little Wannadream’s heart can summon the ner--”
Jenny lunged in like she was going to snatch it away so Lisa whipped it over her head with a notion to bring it down on the blonde’s tragically imperfect pate. Alas this plan hit a considerable snag when Jacobs dropped to one knee and PWAAAKED a straight right hand into the thin strip of tummy south of Lisa’s vest and north of her leather waistband. The Dream grunted and doubled over but she still didn’t relinquish her hold on the chunk ‘o table so Jenny reached down, grabbed a wrist in each hand and jerked them tight across her foe’s chest.
Straightjacketing her arms finally robbed the brunette of her weapon, it also allowed the Innovator to stuff Lisa’s noggin between her legs. Upending Lisa via those confining Wristlocks, Jenny positioned them both over the piece Dream had dropped, then kicked both feet forward and sat out to THWHUNK her prey’s braincase onto splintered wood. The ‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’ from the FAWNatics quickly transformed into something far more cogent when their heroine hooked Lisa behind the knees and turned her shoulders down, ass up for the…
STRAIGHTJACKET PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcc3So4risM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lisa kicked free again and this time Jenny couldn’t stop from mouthing an incredulous ‘Three?’ Nick responded with two fingers and a surprised shrug, seemed he was equally thrown by the Dream’s newfound durability. Sighing, Jacobs returned her gaze to the vulnerable wrestler and asked, “Guess those Wheaties are paying off, huh Lis? Or did you figure out what Olivia’s eating for breakfast and start doing the same? Nothing wrong with that. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery after all.”
Lisa didn’t rise, but she did twist her head to glare at Jenny. “I imitate NO ONE, Wannadream. You are all just the faintest imitations of my perfection and now that I have a renewed purpose no one can beat OOFFFFHH!”
Jenny reared back and SMACKED Lisa’s tummy hard enough to sit her up. “Sorry babe. Soon as someone says ‘no one can beat’ I say, challenge accepted.” Seizing the Dream’s ankles in each hand, Jacobs got to her feet and tucked Lisa’s left foot under her right armpit. In the next instant she folded the right leg at the knee and fitted that ankle into the pit of Lisa’s left leg, thus forming the terrifying Figure Four of legend. Reaching through the center of the four with her left hand, Jenny laced her fingers over the Ultimate Image’s left thigh and jerked her up onto her shoulders.
“NOOOOOO!” Lisa shrieked with rage and fear as she tottered on the edge of Jacobs Ladder. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS! CAN’T YOU SEE I’M ONLY TRYING TO HELP?”
Jenny reset her feet and rolled her shoulders, the fireplug blonde getting ready for the tug that’d shatter Lisa Dream’s colossal ego once and for all. “You’re the one who needs help, Dream. The kind best provided by tranquilizers and a sobbing submission.” Then she dipped her knees and turned NO!
Sensing she couldn’t stop Jacobs from turning her over, Lisa called upon every bit of strength in her perfect frame and pulled herself into a sort of hanging crunch, a feat made all the more impressive when you recalled Jenny still controlled her legs. Hooking a tenacious claw into the nape of Jenny’s neck, the Dream pulled in oh so close and whispered, “I don’t need medication, Wannadream. I’ve got professional help.”
Jenny would’ve made a joke in spite of the close confines if the Luscious One hadn’t punctuated her odd claim by chomping on the bridge of the NoCal Sensation’s nose. Forgetting all about Dream’s legs in the rush to keep her face intact, Jenny released her hooks and pounded several brutal shots into the would-be cannibal’s ribs. They proved effective enough to make Lisa spit out her nose but they didn’t do much to create separation, which meant Lisa was still close enough to THWHUMP a heartless Kneelift between opposing thighs.
Catching Jenny’s melon in a Front Facelock when the blonde doubled over in gut-shot agony, the Ultimate Image slung the near arm across her shoulders, then reached down with her free hand and cradled Jacobs behind the right knee. “You’ve mocked me for the last time, Jenny Jacobs.” she said gravely. “Refusing the gift of perfection is your prerogative, but inferiority is no longer an option. You’ll either be perfect or you’ll be nothing. Think on that while I take you one step closer.”
With that she bent her knees and yanked Jacobs up to one o’clock like she was going for a Fisherman’s Suplex or a Buster of the same variety. Instead she broke the Facelock, stuffed that hand against Jenny’s chest and used it to swing her back the way she came. The Dream dropped to that perfect posterior at the same time and thus added her own considerable momentum to Jenny’s own, their combined momentum THWHAMMING the former IC champ against the canvas courtesy of the Ode to Perfection, Verse Three. Keeping one hand palmed atop Jacobs’s chest, the Dream hooked her ankles over blonde biceps and leaned into those defenseless haunches for the…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE 3:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsdfZhgkWcs
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TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Jenny ‘smecked’ her legs against the sides of Lisa’s head, forcing the brunette to disengage with half a tic to spare. Oddly undeterred by the blonde’s show of defiance, Lisa scooted away and got to her feet. “The more you resist, the more I know you need my help.” the Dream spoke to Jenny, but her eyes were everywhere else as she made a quick catalogue of everything littering the squared circle. “And after so selfishly hoarding my perfection for all these years, it’s time I finally….” Lisa picked up the splintered kendo stick in both hands and gave it a sharp twist to snap it in half. “…it’s time I finally gave something back.”
Clutching both pieces in her right hand, the Dream ran the ropes and raced in from Jacobs’s right. Striking just as Jenny rose to all fours, Lisa swung for the fences with a whistling overhand strike, her kendo-augmented Dreamsicle aimed across the back of her foe’s neck.
And the brutal potency of the perfect Dreamsicle only multiplied with the force of the kendo stick behind it. Jacobs’s face was buried into the canvas from the impact, doubling up on the welt that no doubt had to be growing on the back of her braincase.
For her part, the leather-clad, ivory-skinned perfection ends on hands and knees next to the sprawled Jenny. The Dream shoved the demolished blonde to her back and pressed tight in a crossbody, hooking a leg for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Again Lisa was denied by the NoCal Sensation, the brunette seemingly wondering if Jenny wasn’t some long lost relative of Olivia Dare.
But the frustration only slowed the Ultimate Image for a moment. Slipping an arm around Jacobs's neck, Lisa pulled Jenny up as she rose, the wobbly-legged blonde ending in a tight Front Facelock. Lisa sent three successive forearm shivers into the back of her stooped foe.
“I understand perfection is frightening for those not used to it,” Lisa informed, “but you really should have let me try to instill just a kernel of it in you.”
The Dream released her headlock and instead stuffed Jenny’s skull between her sinewy thighs, Lisa clamping down in a Standing Headscissors, using her stems to increase the pressure on Jacobs’ already swimming consciousness.
But everyone in the house knew it’s not going to stop there. Lisa raised both arms high and fashioned her hands into paddles. She lowered them in turn to give each palm a perfect kiss then began another Bittersweet Symphony, battering her flattened open hands into Jenny’s backside. An angry howl emerged from below and Jenny left this work an unfinished one when she wrapped her arms around Lisa’s legs and flipped the brunette up and over with a Back Body Drop.
The startled Dream went airborne, landing on her tailbone, the shockwave from the impact moving up and down her spine, the brunette’s flawless face twisted in pain. With Jenny dropped to all fours, blonde and brunette weren’t much more than a yard from one another, but seemed unable to grasp the opening available, such was the battle they’d already been put through.
It’s an obviously aching Jenny putting everything else aside to rise first. And once a tardy Lisa joined her, the blonde seized control when the grapplers end face to face. Jenny wrapped an arm across the chest of The Dreamy One, hooking it behind her foe’s far shoulder. Jacobs LAUNCHED Lisa into a violent front flip, The Dream landing on her head and shoulders from the Uranage.
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6FOMJ2ElCs
The dazed brunette ended in a seated position, staring blankly into the roaring crowd. Behind her, Jenny looked to have found her second or perhaps third wind. She tugged Lisa to her feet and when The Dream was swung to face her, Jacobs buried a Toe Kick into the thin ivory rim between leather vest and pants. Gutted, a groaning Dream doubled and, reaching over her own shoulder, Jenny collected her foe in a Three Quarters Facelock.
From there she leapt into a backflip over The Dream’s left shoulder, the crowd erupting in an ‘oooooohhh’ and when the inevitable supercharged Lungblower portion of the Spivey Point Driller hit home, they released with an ‘AHHHHHH’.
SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iEzAPaya44
The awesome impact of Jenny’s signature also seemed to cut the strings on Lisa, her limbs becoming rags as she settled into a motionless, mewling heap next to the Innovator. Jenny spread out the demolished Luscious One, climbed aboard in a front straddle and pressed each shoulder down with a forceful palm on top for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It’s The Dream’s turn to amaze and, for the Dreamophobes, disappoint. But the start of a new winning streak was at hand for Jacobs, turning the lemons of her loss at Mania into Lisa lemonade.
Pulling a rickety Dream up as she rose, Jacobs ended side by side, shoulder to shoulder, facing in opposite directions and everyone in the crowd knows, just as well as they did with the Symphony for Jenny, what’s coming next for Lisa, namely a match-ending Jennycide.
But before the NoCal Sensation could get her arm locked around Lisa’s neck and launch, the stubborn Dream launched a flurry of elbows to the blonde’s temple. The connections rattled Double J more than enough to interrupt the storybook ending.
The blonde staggered in a wide arc, shaking off the blows to return and reclaim her destruction of The Dream. Jacobs fired another jabbing Toe Kick on a mission to set Lisa up for something particularly nasty. Unfortunately Lisa perfectly intercepted and before Jenny could innovate a counter to the counter, The Dream added the blonde’s head to her leg for body parts captured. Lifting Jenny off her boot leather, The Dream pointed the crown of the NoCal Sensation’s skull toward the thinly-covered plywood and PLANTED Jenny’s noggin into the mat with her Dreamy Buster.
DREAMY BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZekDd6WFT0&feature=related
Passing on the opportunity to point out how perfectly she’d left Jenny a wreck, Lisa likewise didn’t even try to pick up a pin. Instead, she tugged the reeling Jenny up for more, Jacobs’ eyes still glazed from being Busted.
Moving shoulder to shoulder with the wobbly Cali golden girl, Lisa dropped Jenny’s limp left arm over her shoulder and scooped her own right under and around Jacobs’ neck. Frightened, as it took longer and longer for Jenny to counter, the crowd let loose a worried shriek when The Dream lifted her near leg for extra leverage and threw it back, sending both women violently forward, Jenny’s pate absolutely SPIKED into the deck with the sickening sweetness and cannonfire sound of a perfect DayDreamer.
DAY DREAMER: (first example)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU
The FAWNatics, stunned into silence, watched as Jenny remains in a headstand for a split second before timbering to her back, ending in a motionless spreadeagle.
A delighted Dream crawled to the splayed blonde and dropped an arm lightly across Jenny’s chest, the fans sitting dumbfounded through the…
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TWO…
THREE!!!!
Lisa left her limb in place as the bell CLANGED and a whistle of static cleared the speakers.
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pinfall… the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…LISA DREAM!”
Pushing onto her knees after a few seconds of hard-earned rest, Lisa straddled Jenny’s waist and cupped her jaw in the curve of her thumb and forefinger. “That’s two in a row.” she huffed raggedly. “Some would call it a skid. Me, I think you’re about to go careening off the rails.” The victorious Dream shoved Jacobs’s head away, then got to her feet and allowed Castle to raise her hand. “I require a microphone.” Lisa told him once the job was done.
Nick shook his head. “Don’t even think about it, Lis--”
“Not like that, imbecile. Sheesh, get creative ONE TIME and this place goes all puritan prude. This Wannadream’s dubious virtue shall remain intact, I only wish to address this adoring throng.”
‘Adoring’ was a gross overstatement considering the sheer volume of vitriol heaped on the brunette, but the ref knew denying Lisa anything could lead to a hellacious tantrum so he procured one from a FAWN tech hovering near the edge of the squared circle and offered it to Dream posthaste.
“Tonight is a very special night, Wannadreams. For tonight is the night I stop withholding my vast stores of perfection! Instead I will tap them as never before, so both you and my opponents might know, if only momentarily, just how it feels to be me, Lisa Dream.” Lisa waved to the jeering mob, then turned and swept a hand over the prone form of Jenny Jacobs. “As you can see, Jenny got a taste tonight and it proved a little more than she could handle. But I assure you that as soon as she regains consciousness she’ll tell you how much she’s enjoying her new perfection! But that’s not the only reason tonight is important, far from it. I will admit, after that ghastly fluke at Fawnamania I was feeling far less than my usual Dreamy self. Indeed, I was very close to taking my talents to Chicago--”
Loud cheers from those assembled at the thought of a Dreamless FAWN.
Lisa only smiled patiently.
“In my darkest hour, which I’d think has to be even better than your best days, someone came to me. Someone who reminded me why my perfection is so sorely needed here. This woman reminded me of my undeniable flawlessness and how I could use it to improve each and every one of your sad little lives! It is she who made the perfection of Jenny Jacobs possible and for that you should all rise and give a Dreamily warm welcome to CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk
The FAWNatics, having prepared themselves for the long overdue return of Sierra Mist, gaped in incredulous silence until A Perfect Circle’s ‘Passive’ hit the speakers and the Temptress herself stepped through the curtain for the first time in more than a year. Dressed in a fog grey dress that stopped a few inches north of her knees, the towering redheaded destroyer strolled down the aisle and paid no attention to the now torrential boos. Padding up the steel steps, she slipped through the ropes before Nick had a chance to open them for her. Even so, that didn’t stop the ref from checking on Blassenville’s business here at ringside.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
“What’re you doing here, Celia? There’s already been a helluva lot of carnage here tonight, I don’t need to you inciting more.”
Celia frowned slightly. “Carnage? I see no carnage? I see a fully actualized, confident young woman spreading a positive message to all who will listen. That is what you’re doing, isn’t it, Lisa?”
The Dream nodded earnestly. “Of course. Jenny knows I’m only trying to help.”
Nick had turned away from Blassenville to focus on Lisa’s answer and so he didn’t see her kick out of her sensible heels. “Well then there you have it. Of course if you’re still not convinced of her intentions I could always--” Castle looked toward her and Celia damned near booted her head off with a Bicycle Kick to the jaw. Smoothing out the edges of her dress after Castle crumpled to the mat, the redhead finished, “--prescribe a sedative.”
Lisa shook her head sadly. “Some people just aren’t receptive to my message. Jacobs came around in the end, but these poor slobs--” she jerked a thumb at the crowd, “still don’t see the bigger picture.”
“They’re closer than you think, Lisa. Tell me, do you recall the awed silence that hung over them when they realized your perfection had just bested a woman who dominated the Intercontinental Title for more than a year?”
The Dream, who honestly didn’t remember much more than the three count, nodded anyway. “I do. What’s that got to do with it?”
“Contrary to popular belief, perfection is very seldom accompanied by orchestras or dramatic narration. In truth, those who witness true perfection are stunned to silence by the sight before their eyes. THAT should be your goal, Lisa. Silence each and every one of these people for as long as you can, as often as you can. So would you like to give your faithful an encore?”
“Of course, too much Lisa is never enough. I’d been meaning to use those tongs for a whi--”
“We’ll save those for another night. For now, bring us chairs. As many as you can.”
Lisa would’ve balked at a request from anyone else, yet Celia had proven correct time and time again since their initial meeting, so the Pathological Perfectionist slipped out of ring and got to work. Left alone with the defenseless blonde, Blassenville bent over, wrapped a hand around Jenny’s throat and hauled her to boot-leather. Coming round but still very weak, Jenny struggled against the goozle but couldn’t pull free. “Don’t take this personally, Jacobs. Your pain is merely a step in the process of helping Lisa unlock her true potential.”
“Guurrhkkk…cruuuaazzzy.” Jenny rasped. “You’re both fucking crazUUNHHH!”
Slinging Jenny’s near arm over her right shoulder, Blassenville ripped the NoCal Sensation off her feet, getting full extension on her arm before she THAWHAMMED into the canvas with a brutal Choke Slam. Jacobs bounced once, then lay still save for the steady rise and fall of her chest.
CHOKE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wy27ohFMs70
Shortly thereafter Lisa started hurling chairs into the ring, nearly a dozen in all, each of them hitting the mat with an unmelodious BWAAANG! Once she’d exhausted the supply at ringside she made her way back inside, where Blassenville was nudging them all into a jumbled heap. “I certainly like the look of this.” Dream admitted while Celia scraped Jenny up once more. “What’s this therapy called?”
“It’s a modification on traditional aversion therapy. As in, it should create an aversion to wanting to cross you. Now, would you mind getting Miss. Jacobs on your shoulders? Fireman’s carry, please.”
Lisa dipped, hooked an arm through Jenny’s thighs and boosted her up with no problem at all.
“Turn so you’re facing the chairs and, yes, that’s it. And I’ll take these.” Blassenville grabbed the blonde’s ankles and laid them across her shoulders.
With Celia positioned directly behind and Jenny stretched between, Lisa asked, “Now what?”
“Now you apply a Three Quarters Facelock and when I push up you do what you do best. Understood?”
Dream already had the Facelock in place. “Understood. One… two… three!”
The Temptress squatted down and pushed up, sending Jacobs floating up at a near perfect forty-five degree angle. In the same instant Lisa snapped forward and laid out on her tummy to land on the periphery of the piled chairs while Jenny THWHUNKBWANNGED down on the tip top.
The boos had been deafening since Celia’s Choke Slam, but they went eerily silent as Jenny slopped over onto her back and didn’t so much as twitch. “Hear that?” Blassenville put a finger to her ear. “THAT’S what you want to hear. THAT’S how you know you made your point.”
“I understand perfectly.” Lisa murmured. “It’s just a shame it took those poor people so long to--oh look, they’re coming to admire my work.”
There was indeed a group heading toward the squared circle, but they were mostly referees and medics and Celia had the feeling they weren’t in the right frame of mind to properly appreciate Lisa’s progress. “Let’s take our leave, Lisa.” the redhead advised. “You’ve certainly earned a celebration and come tomorrow we can discuss who’s in most need of your perfection now that Jenny’s seen the light.”
Brunette and redhead left side by side, paying no attention whatsoever to the backboard and stretcher racing to what remained of Jenny Jacobs. “No need to wait ‘til tomorrow,” Lisa said, her voice seeming to carry louder than ever in the still-stunned silence of the Madhouse basement. “There are so many suffering Wannadreams in that locker room. It’s my duty to help ease their burden.”
Celia smiled wickedly. “You are truly an inspiration, Lisa. I’m sure I speak for the rest of the roster when I say thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
“You’re more than welcome, Celia. And thank you for believing in me when I doubted myself.”
And so it went even after they were through the curtain. In Celia, Lisa had found a most perfect vindication. In Lisa, Celia had found the most perfect patient imaginable. Given the ruin they’d made of Jenny Jacobs, it was safe to believe the could and would rain down the most perfect of hells on all of FAWN.