Post by SammieSinclair on Jan 10, 2015 9:22:43 GMT
The freshest victim had just been carted from the ring when the lights went out. A cheer rose in their place, as did a the speakers, which provided a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three, which became who knows how many when the FAWNatics lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
A MERCILESS ANTHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ0lE7e3yfk
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena but the woman in question remained stubbornly out sight, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Most of the FAWNatics were already singing along by that point but even those that couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket lent their voices to the last part of this modern day incantation.
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
MERCY ELLIS:
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis perched confidently at the top of the ramp. For her second showdown with a newly dangerous Dream, the Blonde with the Iron Fists wore midnight black bikini bottoms and a matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. As was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
Only able to do his duties once Ellis started toward the ring, the Announcer called, "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minutes time limit. Now coming down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin… MERCY ELLIS!”
Marching to the squared circle with a lack of theatrics that was almost ostentatious in its simplicity, Mercy made good time and was atop the steel steps in time for the second chorus. Ellis wiped her boots on the apron, then slipped through the ropes and mounted the ropes to properly salute all those who screamed her name. Raising both hands to chest level, she made a show of craaaaaaaacking her knuckles, then slammed her left fist into her right palm a few times for good measure. When the music started to fade she hopped down and turned to face the stage in case her foe got any bright ideas about suicidal cheap shots.
With FAWN’s resident MMA alumnus waiting to twist and tear her foe into knots and pieces, a familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted around the vacant stage and, a split second behind, one of the icons of FAWN and other wrestling organizations stepped through the curtain, no doubt sending the thrill of a lifetime into every fan in the house as the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the light show.
OH FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
An introduction seems thoroughly unnecessary. From the raucous jeering, the crowd was already firmly mid-hate. But the Ring Announcer proceeded through sheer habit.
“And her opponent, hailing from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds 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. She didn’t bother remaining on the stage to review the Wannadreams. Instead, Lisa immediately started down the ramp.
The Dream was garbed in her usual skin-tight, black 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 leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Lisa’s usually ubiquitous microphone was nowhere to be seen. If the fools hadn’t already the sense to understand the perfection she represented, (particularly after sending Jenny Jacobs onto the disabled list) if they didn’t already dare to accept their own comparatively insignificant lives, what chance would they have when they had the perfect imperfection in Ellis to distract them?
As Lisa circled the ring, she wrinkles her nose, appearing as if she smelled something vile. It only scrunched further when she looked inside the ring and saw the poised Ellis.
The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection demanded Mercy be moved back even though she had plenty of room to slip through the ropes after rising up the ring steps. With the blonde in the opposite corner, throwing up her hands with a shake of her head and a snarl, Lisa stepped through and claims the corner opposite that of Mercy. There she waited as her music fades, perfectly businesslike, apparently ready to extend her success from a vital dismantling of Jacobs to taking another big time pelt by beating the deficient if durable Mercy.
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Mercy left her corner when the bell sounded because she fully expected Lisa to come at her on the run and she had no intention of letting the delusional brunette trap her in a tight spot. But Dream surprised her by staying against the buckles, her only movement a slight flick of the eyes as she traced Ellis’s movements across the squared circle. The Assassin met that gaze without fear and was quite intrigued to realize it lacked both hesitation and the pompous, overblown pride Lisa had displayed in their previous encounter. Indeed, Lisa’s eyes held nothing but confidence and a slow simmering anger. It was a combination Ellis recognized well, as she often saw it in her own face if she happened to check a mirror on her way out of the dressing room.
Though she was eager to reunite her fists with Dream’s sinewy frame, the blonde was less enamored by the idea of attacking Lisa in her fortress, especially with Celia unaccounted for. So she claimed a spot in the middle of the ring, raised her fists and beckoned the other woman forward. “I was under the impression you were eager for a rematch, Dream.” she said just loud enough for Lisa to hear. “If I was mistaken we can skip the preamble and fast-forward to the part where I knock you out. Consider it a late Christmas gift.”
Lisa smiled, a small, poisoned thing that started to hurt your eyes the longer you looked at it. “Oh, I very much want this match, Ellis. I’m just taking a moment to remember you as you were before I ruined you. Considering the things I have in store, I want a very strong mental picture. For contrast. I’m sure you understand.”
“I understand all right. If a chick left me bloodied and knocked out in the middle of this ring with an ugly wedgie splitting my ass, I’d want some revenge too.”
Dream’s smile flickered for just a moment at the memory of that humiliating loss. Then it was back in place and more malevolent than ever. “Thank you for obliging me Mercy, I believe that’s all I need. Please take the interval between now and the moment I punch you in the mouth to get right with whatever gods hear the pleas of miserable rats like you.”
She came on fast then, her fists rising to shoulder level in a stance that Ellis could appreciate even it was pointed at her. Mercy started to back off not because she was afraid, but because she knew an aggressive Dream would be more likely to make mistakes, or at least leave herself open for counterattack. Sure enough Lisa’s pace did pick up as she drew closer, but the sloppy, looping Haymaker the blonde had expected came in the form of a flurry of practiced jabs that had Mercy bobbing and weaving behind her guard. Never one to stay on defense for too long, the Heartless Wonder held back just enough to get a sense of the brunette’s new technique and once she had a bead on it she slipped a jab by the slimmest of margins and countered with a tidy little Uppercut that clipped Dream’s chin neat as you please.
Lisa staggered, caught her balance and roared right back into the breach with a half dozen stabbing body blows that pinked Mercy’s ribs before she rebuked the brunette with a rough Shoulderblock and a right cross that stung Lisa’s cheek. They backed away and started to circle amidst a ripple of applause from the FAWNatics, who were still trying to wrap their head around the idea of hyper-focused Lisa Dream.
“Your technique’s improved a lot, Lisa.” Mercy admitted. “Last time you swung like someone who thought they could fight. Now you’re working like someone who knows she can--”
The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection exploded forward with a high knee that would’ve split the chin of anyone who hadn’t honed their skills in an octagonal cage. Dipping so Dream’s knee flicked over her left shoulder, Mercy wrapped her arms the taller woman’s hips and left leg, then spun around and dropped to her knees, thus dumping Lisa onto her back with an improvised Single Leg Takedown. Scrambling into a mount while the canvas was still thrumming, Mercy flattened her hands into paddles and proceeded to metronome Lisa’s head back n’ forth with a CLAPPING barrage of slaps. This wasn’t intended as a show of disrespect to her foe (not any more than any other piece of her arsenal, that is) it was merely a more sustainable strategy. Ellis would’ve loved nothing more than to pound her out with fists then and there, but that would’ve got the ref counting and that wouldn’t do.
Pinned beneath the lissome blonde battler, Lisa soaked up half a dozen of those cheek blistering slaps before she raised a guard of her own. While it didn’t stop the slaps it gave her some much needed time to collect her thoughts and formulate a strategy. Said strategy was only half done when Ellis snatched her forearms and tried to prize them apart for reasons Lisa didn’t want to contemplate. Fighting to keep the guard in place for a little while longer, Dream abruptly sat up and sank her claws into Ellis’s underrated chest.
Mercy grimaced as Lisa went jugg but she didn’t utter so much as a word of complaint. Instead she let loose of the brunette’s left forearm so she could secure a two-handed grip on her right wrist. Once she had it the blonde jerked back and laid out full length, bringing her legs up as she did so. Tethered to Ellis by their respective grips, Lisa sat up and tumbled forward onto her stomach, which wouldn’t have been awful of Mercy hadn’t slipped both legs around her head.
Made aware of the Triangle Choke an instant before Ellis’s ankles locked together, Lisa tucked her chin low and kept it as close to her shoulder as possible. That didn’t do a damned thing about the Headscissors, however it did stop Mercy from stuffing her bicep against her own throat to bring a quick end to the match. But even at partial strength the Triangle was nowhere to linger, as the scrambling brunette could already feel her cheeks reddening while the blood pounded in her temples. With her knees braced firmly against the canvas, Lisa pushed up and inched her way forward, either to stack Ellis on her shoulders or get a better grip on anything she could hurt.
Mercy’s ground game was too strong for her to be caught sleeping by a pin attempt, but she did have both hands devoted to Lisa’s right wrist so the brunette was able to snag a handful of ponytail after a bit more straining. “Hair.” Mercy told the ref, her voice cool and calm in spite of the fire in her scalp. “Get the bytch out of my hair.”
There was no way to deny the infraction, not even for a spin doctor like Lisa, so Craig was quick to call her out. “That’s enough of the hair, Lisa. Let her go or I’ll start the count.” Lisa released the blonde’s locks without comment and the ref was about to thank her for it when she stuffed her way through the trap of Mercy’s gams to clamp her trapped right hand around the shorter woman’s throat. The Assassin didn’t bother to call any attention to that violation, she only squeeeeeeeeeeeezed her Scissors that much tighter and tugged on Lisa’s wrist, working doggedly to angle that arm across her throat and break the choke on her own in a single stroke.
Success seemed to be in her grasp when Dream curled her free hand into a claw and RAKED it across the blonde’s eyes. Mercy yelped and broke the Scissors but made Lisa pay for the shortcut by driving a heel into her attacker’s left shoulder. Breaking away from one another with far less grace than they’d come together, Dream and Ellis put several feet of canvas between themselves while they tended to their various aches.
Huffing unpleasantly after her time in the Choke, Lisa rubbed at her sore shoulder while waiting for her respiration to return to its usual perfect pace. Elsewhere Mercy blinked away the blurs and smoothed out her hair to dull the burning left by Lisa’s claws. Both women pushed to their feet after perhaps ten seconds and resumed circling, neither’s hunger for the other slaked in the slightest by the ferocity of the opening salvo.
“You began this year by humiliating me, Ellis.” Lisa explained from her patch of canvas. “It seems only fitting that I end it by returning the favor.”
“You’re wrong, Dream.” Mercy corrected her. “I began this year by taking it easy on you. I’ll end the year by correcting that mistake.”
Blonde and brunette threw themselves at each other, the grunts and sounds of bodies slapping together echoing back several rows. It’s hardly surprising when Mercy ended up the better in close quarters, chaining her way through several grips of The Dream before ending behind her foe as if glued to Lisa’s back.
The Waistlock tightened closer still and Ellis used it to toss a squirming Lisa to the deck over and around her hip. Mercy landed in riding position, but it’s apparently not perfect as the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection was able to sit out of the predicament and, while Mercy tries to secure and bend an arm in a direction it’s not meant to go, The Dream was able to butt scoot her way to the ropes, locking ankles around the bottom cable.
“Off,” she demandws, more than a hint of pain in the squeakiness of pitch as Mercy shifted the Hammerlocked arm up another notch.
When the official repeated Lisa’s urgent requirement, Ellis seemed more ready to respond. She released at ‘THREE’, apparently giving Luscious Lisa a second’s worth of late Xmas gift. Transferring her grip on the ropes from ankles to arms, The Dream hugged them closely as she made her way up, waving at the ref to keep Ellis back.
With the zebra clamoring for her to come off the strands, The Dream acceded. It only took Lisa to move one step away and Mercy was on her like a blonde tidal wave. Dream got her arms up in defense, but that simply left the path to her breadbasket open. Mercy snuggled in close, closed her fists, and pummeled away with a series of Uppercuts that lifted Lisa to groaning tiptoes, The Dream’s dark eyes bulging, ruby lips in a tight ‘O’.
The attack sent Lisa backpedaling against the ropes until she’s trapped in a corner. With her foe’s back tight to the buckles, Mercy lifted a boot to the bottom rope on either side. She grabbed a handful of dark brown locks with her left hand, wrenching Lisa’s head back, baring the perfect throat. Not being Adelaide, Mercy didn’t seem particularly peckish and instead curled up her right set of digits once more.
“Do I hear one dozen or two?” Ellis shouted, holding the fist high to the assembled.
Apparently an answer was not necessary as Mercy laid into the forehead of FAWN’s resident egomaniac with a series of mounted strikes. Lisa’s noggin rocked with each blow, the crowd counting into the upper single digits before The Dream screamed in furious frustration.
Wrapping her arms around Mercy’s thighs, Lisa thrust her pelvis forward and gathered enough momentum to lift Ellis off her perch. Deprived of her base, Mercy used her upper limbs more for balance than attack, but no amount of stability could stop The Dream from genuflecting and splitting Mercy’s center with a vicious Inverted Atomic Drop.
Ellis hopped a foot into the air after the impact and, when she landed, her hands were firmly stuffed between her thighs. Peepers popping and jaw dropping, Mercy was pigeon-toed and seemingly frozen in place.
In fights of yore, Lisa might have used the opportunity to proclaim her perfection to all who cared to believe and, as happened most of the time, those that decidedly did not. In this instance, she instantly launched into a Spinning Heel Kick that caught Mercy flush in the chops.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
Still, Ellis was not floored. She staggers but remained upright to Lisa’s consternation and it’s The Dream who had to make her way up. The Ultimate Image quickly grasped Mercy’s braincase in a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmared the blonde grappler to a seat on the canvas. Before another second ticks off the clock, Lisa was off on a sprint to the cables behind her foe. Rebounding, she flew in from Mercy’s six. Grabbing, the head of Ellis as she flipped over the blonde’s right shoulder, she neck snapped the face of the Heartless Wonder into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Mercy’s skull whiplashed away from the THUMPING impact, Ellis ending in a surprising spreadeagle, staring blankly at the rafters above. The crowd hardly knew how to react as Lisa somersaulted out of the flip to her boot soles, the leather-clad beauty reverting to old form by spreading her arms high and wide in a classic ‘Look at me. I’m The Dream and you’re not’ pose.
Still, it’s relatively short-lived by Lisa’s standards. She turned to Mercy and quickly judged location and angles. She raced to the downed blonde but skipped over the top of the splayed Ellis. Leaping to the ropes at Mercy’s side, Lisa hopped to the middle cables, grabbing the top with both hands as she did. From there, it’s a – well - perfect Dreamysault as Lisa back-flipped gracefully toward her foe and CRASHED down across the open tummy of Ellis.
The crowd groaned right along with a jackknifed Mercy, the FAWNatics believing Ellis would get her knees up, but there was no such counter.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Instead, Lisa dropped from the kneeling position beside the blonde and pinsned Mercy in a tight lateral press, hooking her far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
And the blonde kicked out with authority.
Lisa wiped the back of a hand across her brow, seemingly unsurprised.
“Remember that humiliation?” Lisa growled, rolling the splattered Ellis from back to chest in front of her. “Cue that,” she added.
On her knees, Lisa approached from Mercy’s boots. The brunette crossed her legs in an ‘X’ and took a seat upon them. The Personification of Perfection then slid her leather-clad torso around and under Mercy’s right side, lifting Ellis in an uncomfortable-looking half-Clutch that quickly morphed into a full Dreamy Stretch with the addition of a Crossface.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
“I’m going to make you…YOU…tap out.” Lisa wrenched on the grip in an adrenaline-fueled furor. “I’m not only going to break your body, but I’m going to break something even more valuable to you, your reputation as something you’re not. A badass.”
Lisa drew some squeaks of protest, the Ultimate Image trying to remove head from shoulders with another violent twist.
“Ask her,” Lisa demanded of the zebra. “Ask her if she wants to admit she’s made an AWFUL, AWFUL mistake."
Mired deep in the Dreamy Stretch, Ellis didn’t reply when Craig made an inquiry. Rather she reached out with her free hand and dug it into the canvas. Pulling with all her might got the blonde maybe three inches, which meant there was still more than three and a half feet between her and the ropes.
Perturbed with the Wannadream’s refusal to even acknowledge her threat, Lisa shifted the Crossface to just below Mercy’s nose and jerked back violently. “The nice man asked you a question,” she said through a sneering smile, “one that I expect you to answer the next time he--”
“You want to know if I’m going to submit, princess?” Ellis growled. “Ask me your goddamned self.”
Lisa didn’t much care for the blonde’s tone, she did however like being able to frame the question in her own flawless language. “All right, bytch.” she cooed. “Your perfect conqueror wants to know when, not if, you plan on screaming your surrender.” Dream craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Crossface to increase the torque on her prey’s neck, not to mention the painful curve in her upper back.
Groaning with hurt, Mercy strained even harder for the ropes, in fact her palm flattened out in such a way that had Lisa’s eyes gleaming and the FAWNatics bellowing ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ on a loop. Yanking the knot of her hands back n’ forth across the other woman’s defenseless nose, Dream made Mercy’s predicament all the more unpleasant with these ominous words.
“You can tap that mat all you like loser, but I won’t even consider letting go until I hear my name screamed at the top of your UUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Ellis’s questing hand whipped up, back and in to strike Lisa’s ear with a loud CLAP! Her head filled with an extremely un-Dreamy ringing, Lisa’s grip on the Stretch loosened a great deal and Mercy slipped her right arm free almost at once. Much more confident in her ability to escape (and far less worried about the twinge in her neck) now that she had both hands at her disposal, Ellis pressed her palms into the mat, pushed up and dragged herself halfway to the ropes. A second long tug got her to within five inches of freedom, alas that was when an infuriated brunette abandoned her Crossface in favor of gouging at her foe’s eyes.
Not about to tolerate the sort of attacks that could lead to permanent injury, Craig Long swooped in and barked, “Enough of that, Lisa! Get your fingers out of her eyes or I’ll start the count right now!”
Dream crooked her hooks a little deeper and earned her first full throated shriek from Ellis in the process. “Stop doing what?” the Ultimate Image asked innocently enough. “I’m only stripping away all the layers of failure.”
That wasn’t going to cut it for the ref and he started the count just as he’d said he would.
Lisa kept at it ‘til ‘THREE!’ then brought the blonde’s time in bondage to a brutal end by THWHUNKING her forehead into the mat like a basketball. Pushing away without a word to the official, Lisa stood up, brushed off her hands and then planted a foot on her opponent’s upturned bum. “The ropes are right in front of you, Wannadream. So crawl forward and suckle at them like the defenseless whelp I know you are.”
Mercy bristled at the slander, but the Ultimate Image had put a serious kink in her neck and back and her eyes were quite sore after the clawing, so she slid her way forward and hooked an arm over the bottom strand.
“You. Male Wannadream.” Lisa said when Long went to check on Mercy. “How long is the little prima donna allowed to cower there in the ropes?”
Craig didn’t think Ellis was cowering at all, but he had no urge to contradict the notorious brunette either. “Five seconds of internal count, five seconds of verbal count.” he paused, then added, “Longer if I’m interrupted.”
Lisa made a little shooing motion to return his attention to the task at hand. “Please, don’t let me disturb you. Tend to the trash.”
By that time Mercy was on one knee and she’d clambered her way to verticality before the ref told her it was time to leave the ropes. Raising her hands to about shoulder level, she huffed, “Can we start wrestling now or do I have to deal with more of this slap and tickle catfight bullshyEEERRGGHHH!”
Lisa suckered her in with a feigned lunge, then stomped a single kick into the smaller woman’s left knee. Mercy went down like a penitent and the Ultimate Image was quick to welcome her into a Standing Headscissors. Bearing down on opposing pate with all the strength her gams could muster, Lisa ran her hands over the straining medicine ball of Ellis’s buns and murmured, “Oh, I’ve been waiting a long time for this, WannadreWHOOAHHHNOOO!
Goaded into action by the thought of a Bittersweet Symphony, Mercy cupped her opponent’s calves in both hands and straightened up as fast as she could. Turned out to be more than fast enough to toss Dream up ‘n over the top rope with a makeshift Back Body Drop. The crowd had leapt to its feet when Lisa took flight, they all wanted a great view in case the Ultimate Image crashed and burned on the floor almost ten feet below. Unfortunately the Dream disappointed them (as was her wont) by catching hold of the top rope in mid-air and using it as an anchor to pull herself into a safe landing on the apron. Lisa followed the agile escape with a wink and a Forearm Smash, each delivered to her startled opposition at a high rate of speed.
Knocked back by the shot, Mercy was only vaguely aware of movement in front of her when Lisa leapt onto the top rope in a flawless Springboard. But apparently that was enough because Ellis THWHACKED a savage Roundhouse off the side of Lisa’s head when the Dreamy One crouched down to push off her launch pad. The pinpoint strike sent Lisa tumbling backward, yet she still managed to avoid a fall to the floor because her right leg got hooked over the top rope and behind the middle. Of course this new predicament put a hellacious amount of torque on the brunette’s knee and a good deal of the crowd guessed she might’ve preferred the fall, if her wailing was any indication.
Alternately reaching for her knee or scrambling for purchase on the apron, Lisa managed to achieve some success in the latter, at least enough for her to bellow at the surprised referee. “GET ME OUT OF HERE YOU BUFFOON! AND KEEP THAT WANNADREAM AWAY FROM ME WHILE YOU--NO! NO! STAY BACK! I’M WARNING YOU ELLIS, DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Too late. Mercy stepped out onto the apron and made a small show of looking over her rival’s exposed torso. Then she dipped her knees and THWHACKED a hard kick across Dream’s exposed midsection. Lisa tried to cover up but she was long and lean and there was just too much of her on display for Mercy to focus on a single target. Indeed she hacked away on Lisa’s upper thighs and chest and everything in between. Given the option Mercy would’ve kicked her brunette until quit or candy poured out, however the Dream was in the ropes, even if it was on the wrong side, and Carpenter forced her to stop shelling by ‘FOUR!’
Didn’t do anything to get Lisa free from the ropes however, so Ellis slid back into the squared circle, grabbed a handful of leather waistband and sloooooooowly hoisted the woozy woman into a seat on the top rope. “You want to break my reputation, Lisa?” the Heartless Wonder murmured. “Go ahead and try. Me, I’m going to cement yours. As the chick who never knows when to keep her fahking mouth shut.”
Tucking the back of Dream’s head against her left shoulder, Ellis coiled her arms around the pits of the brunette’s knees and hoisted her up into the impressive double-legged cradle the FAWN faithful recognized as the set-up to Wendy Smith’s N.G.N. Unsure of Ellis’s plans, those assembled drew in a sharp anticipatory breath when she turned around and stomped to the middle of the squared circle. She pushed onto her toes without warning but rather than drop straight down she slung Lisa forward while simultaneously laying out on her back and raising both legs high across her chest. The result was a brutal twist on the Inverted Lungblower, one that saw Lisa THWHUMP down tits first across the smaller woman’s expertly placed knees. Caught flush by the heart-stopping maneuver, Lisa slopped onto her back in a twitchy sprawl and barely groaned when Mercy climbed aboard for Double Leg Grapevine and the…
LORD HAVE MERCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjvkDQ4g8W8
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa managed to buck the blonde off with a second to spare. She rolled to her side but presenting Mercy Ellis both your back and an arm was never a good idea. The shooter pushed The Dream fully to her chest while capturing Lisa’s near arm. Cinching up on the shoulder, Mercy wrenched the limb with a Fujiwara Armbar. The Ultimate Image howled in pain, rotating her body frantically, reaching her free arm for the ropes. Unfortunately, the saving strands were at least twice as far away.
The legend in her own mind shook her head wildly when the official asked if she wanted to give in. Instead, she continued to stretch with the right while her left arm got worked ragged by Ellis, Mercy torturing The Dream.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgqQXjiu2DE
But Perfection wasn’t ready to surrender. As hard as the Assassin worked to force Lisa’s capitulation, Dream worked just as hard to reach safety and after a dozen long seconds, the brunette was able to wrap a palm around the bottom cable.
Lisa quickly switched to the crook of her elbow so she can’t be torn away and demanded in a high-pitched squeal the referee remove the bytch from her person. Ellis relented but only after another four seconds of ravaging the limb.
Backing away no more than a few feet, Mercy waited at the ready for Lisa to rise, but when Lisa she immediately slipped through the ropes. Apparently ready to call it a night, she walked down the length of the apron, cradling her injured wing.
“She doesn’t want to wrestle,” Lisa informed the FAWNatics. “This jealous bytch wants to maim me. She can’t deal with me showing how much better a wrestler can be.”
Paying too much attention to the crowd, Lisa didn’t seem to notice Mercy’s approach. The Heartless Wonder snatched the wrist of the aching limb, but it seemed a bit of trickery is being played when a ready Lisa whirled around with her free hand balled. A looping right shot toward Mercy’s jaw, but Ellis ducked it and soon had both wrists in her possession after the miss.
Lisa and Mercy waged a tug of war over the top cable, The Dream trying to recapture control of her upper extremities. With the New Yorker’s arms draped well over the ring side of the ropes, Mercy dropped to the canvas and hot shotted both shoulders into the top cable. The limbs springboarded from the strand and sent Lisa tumbling to the floor. The Dream managed to land on her feet, but now she was working with two bruised rotator cuffs instead of one.
With the upper body of her foe temporarily defenseless, Mercy wasn’t about to let Lisa loiter. She slipped to the outside and the chase was on. The Dream’s legs still worked well enough as she beat a retreat with Mercy close on her tail. While a corner was between them, the Luscious One rolled in under the ropes and painfully pushed to her feet. Ready for when Mercy followed her in, Lisa measured an Elbow Drop to the back of Ellis’ braincase, but Mercy psyched The Dream, entering halfway then pulling back out leaving Lisa’s already hobbled left wing to feel the pain in her elbow as well as her shoulder when she SLAMMED it into the empty canvas.
Her right arm seemingly recovered, Lisa cursed the decision to use the left AND to miss. She scrambled to her feet, again cradling the ligament-stretched left while Mercy hopped to the apron and used the top cable to pop back in.
“And I haven’t gotten to the good stuff,” Ellis informed, rolling her shoulders, knowing there’s no way Lisa could do the same at the moment.
Ellis tacked directly into Lisa with a Collar & Elbow tie-up. The Dream might be at a disadvantage with two good arms in such a situation, with only one, it’s like shooting perfect fish in a barrel for Mercy. Feeling perky, Ellis even released for a moment to spin and treat The Dream to a Ponylash, Ellis slapping the brunette’s cheek with her ubiquitous golden ponytail before locking back up and working her way around the disabled Dream’s back to capture the left arm in a tight Hammerlock.
Before the grimacing Lisa could even think about countering, Mercy scooped The Dream off her feet with her free arm and dropped Lisa’s own one hundred and fifteen pounds on the Ultimate Image’s folded wing with a snappy Suplex. Lisa howled in agony from the further abuse of the former MMA star. Cursing under her breath, she again pulled the battered left arm in tight, rolling toward the ropes then out and under.
Lisa rubbed at the battered shoulder, her elbow seemingly back in decent working order. The Dream made sure to keep the Assassin in her line of sight and Mercy took care to stay there, sliding through the ropes on the side where Lisa resided and sitting on the middle rope while pushing the top one high and motioning Lisa in.
“It’s time to get this over with, Wannadream,” Ellis said, the final word catching the ear of Lisa like no other could.
For the worthless Jersey, or wherever the hell she was from, to say THAT. Lisa’s face contorted as she forces her left shoulder to work in a way approaching normal.
“Get her back,” The Dream demanded. Mercy refused until a desperate official asked for some help and Ellis receded to his and Perfection’s satisfaction.
Lisa ascended the steps and entered carefully, holding up her good hand as a reminder for Ellis to stay away until The Dream was good and ready. Mercy showed some patience but Lisa could try that of a saint and finally Ellis barreled forward and draaaaaaags Lisa out by her injured wing. Reaching center stage she gave the limb a nasty whip, drawing a howl from the brunette, then hurled Lisa Irish-style toward the corner.
Mercy followed her foe in, perhaps for a Splash, but none was to be had as Lisa cleverly got a boot up to put on the brakes when she reached the corner, then pushed off to spring into a back right elbow that caught Mercy flush in the jaw. Ellis had her legs knocked out from under her and landed heavy against the canvas.
BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pdd7ra4N0gI
Yet Mercy rolled up from the counter, unwilling to cede momentum. The former MMA star paid for the effort when Lisa surged forward with the blonde still bent at the waist and delivered a CRACKING knee strike to Mercy’s chin that straightened her foe up like a board and sent Ellis timbering to the deck.
NIGHTMARE ON DREAM STREET (first example):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrxBVm3FH0o
Dazed but not stilled, Mercy remained unwilling to stay grounded. A determined Mercy again pushed up only to have Lisa head to the ropes and use the scythe-like motion of her able arm to bring the hammer down on the back of Mercy’s skull with her ruthless Dreamsicle.
DREAMSICLE @ 1:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1JOUXk44Uk
As Lisa slid to a stop after contact to observe Mercy, this time Ellis was NOT making an effort to rise. The Dream hoisted her right limb, left still mostly limp at her side, and screamed “PERFECT” at the top of her lungs.
The volume showed it’s more a release of satisfied rage than a boast from The Dream. She used a boot to shovel the ruined Mercy to her back and genuflected atop the softly rolling chest of the blonde.
“Do it,” Lisa demanded in a more controlled pitch.
Sinking into place beside her despite some reservations, Craig Long slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Blonde with the Iron Fists fought through the brain freeze brought on by the dreaded Dreamsicle just in time to shoot a shoulder off the mat. Less irritated than she might’ve thought, Lisa reached down, coiled that hateful ponytail around her fist and used it to hoist the woozy warrior to her feet. However being on one’s feet and being upright weren’t quite the same, as the Dream so ably demonstrated by driving the point of her left knee into the pit of Mercy’s stomach. Ellis gasped, then tried to shove the brunette away but Lisa doubled up on a Muy Thai style clasp across the back of opposing neck and pulled her into a second gut-churning Kneelift.
“This is how you like to fight, isn’t it?” Lisa asked after she’d reset her feet. “It’s a little simple for my tastes, but I can see the appeal. Pitting your legs, or in this case, MY legs,” she pounded a third blow against Ellis’s abs and had to pull in when Mercy staggered back, “against your flabby little gut until one of them gives way.” The Dream punctuated that observation with yet another Kneelift and her perfect features lit up in a toothy grin as Mercy’s gams finally gave way. “Yes I could learn to enjoy that very much. But as entertaining as it might be, it’ll never hold a candle to a front row seat at the symphony.”
With that she forced Ellis’s head between her thighs, hooked her fingers into the leg holes of those black lycra briefs and yaaaaaaaaaaanked up on a glute splitting wedgie, one designed to make sure the Wannadream was in tune for the start of the show. Lisa was satisfied with the resultant shriek, so she flattened her hands into paddles and started right in on a brisk little spankity-spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANK! beat.
The show was less than five seconds old when Ellis grabbed the conductor behind the knees and ripped her legs out from underneath. Dream landed hard on her back and was about to lodge a complaint with the official when the blonde seized hold of her right ankle and started to twist. Genuinely distraught at the idea of the savage having control over yet another of her limbs, Lisa sank her perfect talons into the thinly-sheathed plywood and scrambled across the mat until she felt the strands against her back. Wrapping an arm around the lowermost, she held on for dear life and shouted, “GET HER OFF OF ME! MAKE HER LET GO OR I’LL HAVE YOUR JOEERRRGGGAAHHH AAAAAAAAHHH BYTCH!”
Mercy’s position wasn’t right to secure a proper Ankle Lock, so she took Lisa’s heel in one hand, her toes in the other and twissssssssssssted the exposed joint. The ref knew Ellis wouldn’t respond to requests, so he started the count and made it all the way to ‘FOUR!’ before Mercy tossed Lisa’s foot aside.
More than a little angry over the gimmick infringement and brutal mistreatment of her trunks, Ellis snapped a little kick into her rival’s hip and sneered, “Get up and fight me you pampered, sniveling brat.”
The Dream’s dark eyes narrowed to black slots as the other woman backed away. A lack of respect from the Wannadreams had been a problem for as long as she could remember, but her perfect mind couldn’t recall a single adversary who’d dared DISRESPECT her as much as the so-called Heartless Wonder. Righting herself with as little help from the ropes as she could manage, Lisa started forward, then thought better of it. After a moment, she smiled. “That washboard you’re so proud of is looking a little soft, Ellis. Maybe if I toughened it up with a few more Kneelifts you might, MIGHT,” Lisa traced her fingertips along a bare swath of midriff and flicked a very light misting of sweat in the blonde’s direction, “be able to toughen up into something resembling perfection.”
Mercy shook her head in disbelief. Of all the egomaniacs she’d ever encountered, Lisa Dream was the unquestioned champ. “Lisa, if we exchange knees that’s not a fight. That’s a slaughter.”
The Ultimate Image looked nonplussed. “What’s the matter, Mercy? Afraid you’re not perfect?”
Dream raised her hands and curled her fingers. It was all the challenge Ellis needed and more than enough to draw her into the brunette’s trap.
Stalking forward in search of a lock-up, Mercy did indeed clasp her fingers across the back of Lisa’s neck but a set of perfect claws raaaaaaked across her eyes before she could ready a single Kneelift. Shifting from smirk to snarl just like that, the Dream scored Mercy’s face again, then took hold of her head and marched over to the nearest corner, where she BWUUUNGED the blonde forehead-first into the top turnbuckle. Several more noggin-on-buckle collisions followed, as did a steady stream of comments from Lisa, who sounded remarkably calm despite the ferocity of her assault.
“Did you really think you could mock me? (BWUNG!) Did you really think you could stand against me? (BWUNG!) Did you ACTUALLY THINK that you could HUMILIATE ME? (BWUNG!) The veneer of calm slipped away as Lisa spun Mercy around and stuffed her against back against the corner. A withering barrage of Hooks and other body blows followed, the Dream turning in the pugilistic performance of her career against poor Mercy’s tummy and tits. As the beating ramped up, so too did the trash talk. “YOU DON’T HUMILIATE ME, WANNADREAM! (pwak, pwak, PWAK!) I HUMILIATE YOU! (pwak, pwak, PWAK!) WHENEVER I WANT! (pwak, pwak, PWAK!) AND HOWEVER I WANT!” (pwak, pwak, PWAK!)
That last comment seemed to bring Dream back to herself or at least restored enough calm to halt the brutal beatdown. “Yes,” she murmured more to herself than the Wannadream, “I can humiliate you however I see fit. And that gives me a perfect idea.”
Gripping her victim by the nape of the neck, Lisa pulled Mercy’s head down so she could get at the blonde’s ponytail or more specifically, the band that held it together. The Personification of Perfection pulled it loose with a few sharp tugs and followed up with a hard Forearm Smash to the jaw so Ellis didn’t get bored while she pulled her own perfect locks into a sweat damp ponytail. Craig had grown a great deal more insistent about getting the action out of the corner since Dream stopped using her foe as a punching bag, so she grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and swung her out of the corner in a woozy half circle. Soaking in the glassy sheen in Ellis’s dark eyes, Lisa picked her spot and CRAAACKED the Heartless Wonder across the cheek with a Bytch Slap.
“C’mon badass, get your hands up.” Lisa SLAPPED her with her other hand. “I said get your hands up! Defend yourself!” Dream blistered Mercy’s cheeks with both hands and when the blonde wouldn’t fall or fight back, Lisa stepped in close, twisted around sharply and ‘fwwwhhhaaapped’ her cheek with an utterly ‘Dreamy’ Ponylash. That brightened Ellis’s eyes considerably, unfortunately Lisa ducked the retaliatory Haymaker and ‘hupped’ the smaller woman onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Not quite through with her gimmick infringement just yet, the Dream turned to all four sides of the arena before she shouted, “THERE’S NOTHING MERCIFUL ABOUT WHAT I’M GOING TO DO TO THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE!”
Then she dipped her knees, tossed Ellis forward and brought her left knee rocketing up at the blonde’s skuNOOOOOO! Better versed in her own finisher than anyone else on the roster, Mercy got both hands between her head and Lisa’s knee and swatted the latter down before it could dent the former. Landing in a rough crouch in front of her fuming rival. Ellis hooked the Dream’s left leg at the knee and stood up, thus trapping it in an awkward cradle. “LET ME GO, WANNADREAM!” Lisa barked. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT ANGERING--”
Mercy caught her with a BOOMING left hand, the lissome brunette’s head snapping sharply to one side as the blow passed by. The rest of Lisa turned to follow her throbbing noggin and she made it all of three whole steps before Ellis palmed her shoulders. Feeling quite justified in some theft of her own, the Blonde with the Iron Fists sprang into the air and landed in a comfortable seat on the Dream’s shoulders. With her crotch snugged tight against the back of Lisa’s head, Mercy crossed her ankles, torqued her hips and ripped the taller woman loose from her moorings with a purloined Dream Driver that THWHONKED the rightful owner squarely on the crown of her skull.
MERCILESS DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_Chryi8HdM
Only vaguely aware of this blatant embarrassment, Lisa rolled through to one knee and managed to mutter, “….buuuuhh….bytch.” before her nerves caught up to her muscles and she slopped to the deck in a pile. Beside her, Mercy Ellis hadn’t fared much better. The surge of adrenaline faded as soon as they hit the mat and she collapsed onto her back to suck wind and inspect the lights while Craig started to count them both down.
Reaching a full ‘SIX’ before blonde or brunette started to move, Ellis rolled to all fours and at ‘EIGHT’ made it to her feet. If this had been a ‘last woman standing’ match, it likely would have been over in two further ticks, but instead Mercy wrapped her arms around Lisa’s head and tugged the flaccid remains of The Dream to unsteady feet.
“Perfect, wouldn’t you say,” the blonde related to the uncomprehending Dream. “But I wouldn’t finish you with one of your own weak ass moves.”
With that, Ellis ducked her head and scooped an arm between the rubbery legs of Lisa. The Assassin ‘hupped’ the leaden Lisa onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry ready to make everyone’s day better with a Mercy Killing of the Ultimate Image.
But before Ellis could shrug Lisa off her shoulders and into an early nap, The Dream sent a series of frantic elbows into the temple of the former MMA star. Staggered but not dropped, Ellis lost her grip and the crowd groaned as Lisa slipped down the blonde’s back.
When Mercy turns to face her foe and reassert control, she’s met with a couple ringing Backhands, one from either direction, that slowed her thought process further before a Spinning Backfist connected brutally to Mercy’s temple. The final piece of Mercy’s signature move sent Ellis stumbling from the impact and into the nearby ropes.
Seemingly unaware of her surroundings, the dazed Mercy found her way back to The Dream who nailed her with a spinning back kick to the gut to freeze Ellis in place. Working seamlessly, Lisa slipped alongside the gasping Mercy. She plucked a wrist of the blonde and laid it over her shoulders, going side by side, headed in the same direction.
The crowd, knowing well what might happen next, pleaded for another counter from the shooter star, but Lisa managed to wrap an arm around the front of Mercy’s neck, curling her hand around the back of Ellis’ noggin. The Dream lifted her near leg for added momentum, swinging it through like a pendulum, and dropping to her chest while ABSOLUTELY PLANTING the crown of Mercy’s skull into the canvas with the Day Dreamer.
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU
Ellis was stuck like a lawn dart into the deck and she momentarily remained in a sickening headstand before tumbling to her back, ending in a starfish. Brown eyes shuttered, Mercy’s senses have clearly left the building and the FAWNatics boo as Lisa crawled to her victim, spreading her body across Mercy, not bothering to hook a leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa laid across what’s left of Ellis for long seconds before pushing up to her feet and placing a boot on the softly swelling chest of the depleted blonde. Lisa raised her arms in victory, shouting “Who’s perfect?!” to anyone that can hear as the Announcer heralded the results.
“Ladies and gentlemen your winner via pin-fall…LISA DREAM!”
The words barely moved through the speakers when the sound of ‘Passive’ by Perfect Circle replaced the results and, appearing on the upper stage, was the Master Manipulator herself, Celia Blassenville.
The crowd might have been expected to jeer the good doctor, but instead they were silent in concern for what might be in store for Mercy.
They needn’t be, as Lisa cast a gaze toward the Crimson Cagliostro, and only nodded and smiled. The Dream stepped atop the chest of the felled blonde drawing a soft grunt from the slowly wakening Ellis as Celia dipped her head in response.
Lisa slipped through the ropes, moved up the aisle and ramp, and joined Blassenville in a hearty handshake. Celia lifted The Dream’s hand and, only then, did the crowd’s displeasure erupt at full throat. The duo clearly could not care less and they made their exit, leaving behind the disposal of that blonde wreckage to someone far less perfect than themselves.
A MERCILESS ANTHEM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ0lE7e3yfk
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena but the woman in question remained stubbornly out sight, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Most of the FAWNatics were already singing along by that point but even those that couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket lent their voices to the last part of this modern day incantation.
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
MERCY ELLIS:
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis perched confidently at the top of the ramp. For her second showdown with a newly dangerous Dream, the Blonde with the Iron Fists wore midnight black bikini bottoms and a matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. As was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
Only able to do his duties once Ellis started toward the ring, the Announcer called, "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minutes time limit. Now coming down the aisle, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the Assassin… MERCY ELLIS!”
Marching to the squared circle with a lack of theatrics that was almost ostentatious in its simplicity, Mercy made good time and was atop the steel steps in time for the second chorus. Ellis wiped her boots on the apron, then slipped through the ropes and mounted the ropes to properly salute all those who screamed her name. Raising both hands to chest level, she made a show of craaaaaaaacking her knuckles, then slammed her left fist into her right palm a few times for good measure. When the music started to fade she hopped down and turned to face the stage in case her foe got any bright ideas about suicidal cheap shots.
With FAWN’s resident MMA alumnus waiting to twist and tear her foe into knots and pieces, a familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted around the vacant stage and, a split second behind, one of the icons of FAWN and other wrestling organizations stepped through the curtain, no doubt sending the thrill of a lifetime into every fan in the house as the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the light show.
OH FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
An introduction seems thoroughly unnecessary. From the raucous jeering, the crowd was already firmly mid-hate. But the Ring Announcer proceeded through sheer habit.
“And her opponent, hailing from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds 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. She didn’t bother remaining on the stage to review the Wannadreams. Instead, Lisa immediately started down the ramp.
The Dream was garbed in her usual skin-tight, black 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 leave a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Lisa’s usually ubiquitous microphone was nowhere to be seen. If the fools hadn’t already the sense to understand the perfection she represented, (particularly after sending Jenny Jacobs onto the disabled list) if they didn’t already dare to accept their own comparatively insignificant lives, what chance would they have when they had the perfect imperfection in Ellis to distract them?
As Lisa circled the ring, she wrinkles her nose, appearing as if she smelled something vile. It only scrunched further when she looked inside the ring and saw the poised Ellis.
The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection demanded Mercy be moved back even though she had plenty of room to slip through the ropes after rising up the ring steps. With the blonde in the opposite corner, throwing up her hands with a shake of her head and a snarl, Lisa stepped through and claims the corner opposite that of Mercy. There she waited as her music fades, perfectly businesslike, apparently ready to extend her success from a vital dismantling of Jacobs to taking another big time pelt by beating the deficient if durable Mercy.
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Mercy left her corner when the bell sounded because she fully expected Lisa to come at her on the run and she had no intention of letting the delusional brunette trap her in a tight spot. But Dream surprised her by staying against the buckles, her only movement a slight flick of the eyes as she traced Ellis’s movements across the squared circle. The Assassin met that gaze without fear and was quite intrigued to realize it lacked both hesitation and the pompous, overblown pride Lisa had displayed in their previous encounter. Indeed, Lisa’s eyes held nothing but confidence and a slow simmering anger. It was a combination Ellis recognized well, as she often saw it in her own face if she happened to check a mirror on her way out of the dressing room.
Though she was eager to reunite her fists with Dream’s sinewy frame, the blonde was less enamored by the idea of attacking Lisa in her fortress, especially with Celia unaccounted for. So she claimed a spot in the middle of the ring, raised her fists and beckoned the other woman forward. “I was under the impression you were eager for a rematch, Dream.” she said just loud enough for Lisa to hear. “If I was mistaken we can skip the preamble and fast-forward to the part where I knock you out. Consider it a late Christmas gift.”
Lisa smiled, a small, poisoned thing that started to hurt your eyes the longer you looked at it. “Oh, I very much want this match, Ellis. I’m just taking a moment to remember you as you were before I ruined you. Considering the things I have in store, I want a very strong mental picture. For contrast. I’m sure you understand.”
“I understand all right. If a chick left me bloodied and knocked out in the middle of this ring with an ugly wedgie splitting my ass, I’d want some revenge too.”
Dream’s smile flickered for just a moment at the memory of that humiliating loss. Then it was back in place and more malevolent than ever. “Thank you for obliging me Mercy, I believe that’s all I need. Please take the interval between now and the moment I punch you in the mouth to get right with whatever gods hear the pleas of miserable rats like you.”
She came on fast then, her fists rising to shoulder level in a stance that Ellis could appreciate even it was pointed at her. Mercy started to back off not because she was afraid, but because she knew an aggressive Dream would be more likely to make mistakes, or at least leave herself open for counterattack. Sure enough Lisa’s pace did pick up as she drew closer, but the sloppy, looping Haymaker the blonde had expected came in the form of a flurry of practiced jabs that had Mercy bobbing and weaving behind her guard. Never one to stay on defense for too long, the Heartless Wonder held back just enough to get a sense of the brunette’s new technique and once she had a bead on it she slipped a jab by the slimmest of margins and countered with a tidy little Uppercut that clipped Dream’s chin neat as you please.
Lisa staggered, caught her balance and roared right back into the breach with a half dozen stabbing body blows that pinked Mercy’s ribs before she rebuked the brunette with a rough Shoulderblock and a right cross that stung Lisa’s cheek. They backed away and started to circle amidst a ripple of applause from the FAWNatics, who were still trying to wrap their head around the idea of hyper-focused Lisa Dream.
“Your technique’s improved a lot, Lisa.” Mercy admitted. “Last time you swung like someone who thought they could fight. Now you’re working like someone who knows she can--”
The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection exploded forward with a high knee that would’ve split the chin of anyone who hadn’t honed their skills in an octagonal cage. Dipping so Dream’s knee flicked over her left shoulder, Mercy wrapped her arms the taller woman’s hips and left leg, then spun around and dropped to her knees, thus dumping Lisa onto her back with an improvised Single Leg Takedown. Scrambling into a mount while the canvas was still thrumming, Mercy flattened her hands into paddles and proceeded to metronome Lisa’s head back n’ forth with a CLAPPING barrage of slaps. This wasn’t intended as a show of disrespect to her foe (not any more than any other piece of her arsenal, that is) it was merely a more sustainable strategy. Ellis would’ve loved nothing more than to pound her out with fists then and there, but that would’ve got the ref counting and that wouldn’t do.
Pinned beneath the lissome blonde battler, Lisa soaked up half a dozen of those cheek blistering slaps before she raised a guard of her own. While it didn’t stop the slaps it gave her some much needed time to collect her thoughts and formulate a strategy. Said strategy was only half done when Ellis snatched her forearms and tried to prize them apart for reasons Lisa didn’t want to contemplate. Fighting to keep the guard in place for a little while longer, Dream abruptly sat up and sank her claws into Ellis’s underrated chest.
Mercy grimaced as Lisa went jugg but she didn’t utter so much as a word of complaint. Instead she let loose of the brunette’s left forearm so she could secure a two-handed grip on her right wrist. Once she had it the blonde jerked back and laid out full length, bringing her legs up as she did so. Tethered to Ellis by their respective grips, Lisa sat up and tumbled forward onto her stomach, which wouldn’t have been awful of Mercy hadn’t slipped both legs around her head.
Made aware of the Triangle Choke an instant before Ellis’s ankles locked together, Lisa tucked her chin low and kept it as close to her shoulder as possible. That didn’t do a damned thing about the Headscissors, however it did stop Mercy from stuffing her bicep against her own throat to bring a quick end to the match. But even at partial strength the Triangle was nowhere to linger, as the scrambling brunette could already feel her cheeks reddening while the blood pounded in her temples. With her knees braced firmly against the canvas, Lisa pushed up and inched her way forward, either to stack Ellis on her shoulders or get a better grip on anything she could hurt.
Mercy’s ground game was too strong for her to be caught sleeping by a pin attempt, but she did have both hands devoted to Lisa’s right wrist so the brunette was able to snag a handful of ponytail after a bit more straining. “Hair.” Mercy told the ref, her voice cool and calm in spite of the fire in her scalp. “Get the bytch out of my hair.”
There was no way to deny the infraction, not even for a spin doctor like Lisa, so Craig was quick to call her out. “That’s enough of the hair, Lisa. Let her go or I’ll start the count.” Lisa released the blonde’s locks without comment and the ref was about to thank her for it when she stuffed her way through the trap of Mercy’s gams to clamp her trapped right hand around the shorter woman’s throat. The Assassin didn’t bother to call any attention to that violation, she only squeeeeeeeeeeeezed her Scissors that much tighter and tugged on Lisa’s wrist, working doggedly to angle that arm across her throat and break the choke on her own in a single stroke.
Success seemed to be in her grasp when Dream curled her free hand into a claw and RAKED it across the blonde’s eyes. Mercy yelped and broke the Scissors but made Lisa pay for the shortcut by driving a heel into her attacker’s left shoulder. Breaking away from one another with far less grace than they’d come together, Dream and Ellis put several feet of canvas between themselves while they tended to their various aches.
Huffing unpleasantly after her time in the Choke, Lisa rubbed at her sore shoulder while waiting for her respiration to return to its usual perfect pace. Elsewhere Mercy blinked away the blurs and smoothed out her hair to dull the burning left by Lisa’s claws. Both women pushed to their feet after perhaps ten seconds and resumed circling, neither’s hunger for the other slaked in the slightest by the ferocity of the opening salvo.
“You began this year by humiliating me, Ellis.” Lisa explained from her patch of canvas. “It seems only fitting that I end it by returning the favor.”
“You’re wrong, Dream.” Mercy corrected her. “I began this year by taking it easy on you. I’ll end the year by correcting that mistake.”
Blonde and brunette threw themselves at each other, the grunts and sounds of bodies slapping together echoing back several rows. It’s hardly surprising when Mercy ended up the better in close quarters, chaining her way through several grips of The Dream before ending behind her foe as if glued to Lisa’s back.
The Waistlock tightened closer still and Ellis used it to toss a squirming Lisa to the deck over and around her hip. Mercy landed in riding position, but it’s apparently not perfect as the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection was able to sit out of the predicament and, while Mercy tries to secure and bend an arm in a direction it’s not meant to go, The Dream was able to butt scoot her way to the ropes, locking ankles around the bottom cable.
“Off,” she demandws, more than a hint of pain in the squeakiness of pitch as Mercy shifted the Hammerlocked arm up another notch.
When the official repeated Lisa’s urgent requirement, Ellis seemed more ready to respond. She released at ‘THREE’, apparently giving Luscious Lisa a second’s worth of late Xmas gift. Transferring her grip on the ropes from ankles to arms, The Dream hugged them closely as she made her way up, waving at the ref to keep Ellis back.
With the zebra clamoring for her to come off the strands, The Dream acceded. It only took Lisa to move one step away and Mercy was on her like a blonde tidal wave. Dream got her arms up in defense, but that simply left the path to her breadbasket open. Mercy snuggled in close, closed her fists, and pummeled away with a series of Uppercuts that lifted Lisa to groaning tiptoes, The Dream’s dark eyes bulging, ruby lips in a tight ‘O’.
The attack sent Lisa backpedaling against the ropes until she’s trapped in a corner. With her foe’s back tight to the buckles, Mercy lifted a boot to the bottom rope on either side. She grabbed a handful of dark brown locks with her left hand, wrenching Lisa’s head back, baring the perfect throat. Not being Adelaide, Mercy didn’t seem particularly peckish and instead curled up her right set of digits once more.
“Do I hear one dozen or two?” Ellis shouted, holding the fist high to the assembled.
Apparently an answer was not necessary as Mercy laid into the forehead of FAWN’s resident egomaniac with a series of mounted strikes. Lisa’s noggin rocked with each blow, the crowd counting into the upper single digits before The Dream screamed in furious frustration.
Wrapping her arms around Mercy’s thighs, Lisa thrust her pelvis forward and gathered enough momentum to lift Ellis off her perch. Deprived of her base, Mercy used her upper limbs more for balance than attack, but no amount of stability could stop The Dream from genuflecting and splitting Mercy’s center with a vicious Inverted Atomic Drop.
Ellis hopped a foot into the air after the impact and, when she landed, her hands were firmly stuffed between her thighs. Peepers popping and jaw dropping, Mercy was pigeon-toed and seemingly frozen in place.
In fights of yore, Lisa might have used the opportunity to proclaim her perfection to all who cared to believe and, as happened most of the time, those that decidedly did not. In this instance, she instantly launched into a Spinning Heel Kick that caught Mercy flush in the chops.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
Still, Ellis was not floored. She staggers but remained upright to Lisa’s consternation and it’s The Dream who had to make her way up. The Ultimate Image quickly grasped Mercy’s braincase in a Three Quarters Facelock and Snapmared the blonde grappler to a seat on the canvas. Before another second ticks off the clock, Lisa was off on a sprint to the cables behind her foe. Rebounding, she flew in from Mercy’s six. Grabbing, the head of Ellis as she flipped over the blonde’s right shoulder, she neck snapped the face of the Heartless Wonder into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Mercy’s skull whiplashed away from the THUMPING impact, Ellis ending in a surprising spreadeagle, staring blankly at the rafters above. The crowd hardly knew how to react as Lisa somersaulted out of the flip to her boot soles, the leather-clad beauty reverting to old form by spreading her arms high and wide in a classic ‘Look at me. I’m The Dream and you’re not’ pose.
Still, it’s relatively short-lived by Lisa’s standards. She turned to Mercy and quickly judged location and angles. She raced to the downed blonde but skipped over the top of the splayed Ellis. Leaping to the ropes at Mercy’s side, Lisa hopped to the middle cables, grabbing the top with both hands as she did. From there, it’s a – well - perfect Dreamysault as Lisa back-flipped gracefully toward her foe and CRASHED down across the open tummy of Ellis.
The crowd groaned right along with a jackknifed Mercy, the FAWNatics believing Ellis would get her knees up, but there was no such counter.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Instead, Lisa dropped from the kneeling position beside the blonde and pinsned Mercy in a tight lateral press, hooking her far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
And the blonde kicked out with authority.
Lisa wiped the back of a hand across her brow, seemingly unsurprised.
“Remember that humiliation?” Lisa growled, rolling the splattered Ellis from back to chest in front of her. “Cue that,” she added.
On her knees, Lisa approached from Mercy’s boots. The brunette crossed her legs in an ‘X’ and took a seat upon them. The Personification of Perfection then slid her leather-clad torso around and under Mercy’s right side, lifting Ellis in an uncomfortable-looking half-Clutch that quickly morphed into a full Dreamy Stretch with the addition of a Crossface.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
“I’m going to make you…YOU…tap out.” Lisa wrenched on the grip in an adrenaline-fueled furor. “I’m not only going to break your body, but I’m going to break something even more valuable to you, your reputation as something you’re not. A badass.”
Lisa drew some squeaks of protest, the Ultimate Image trying to remove head from shoulders with another violent twist.
“Ask her,” Lisa demanded of the zebra. “Ask her if she wants to admit she’s made an AWFUL, AWFUL mistake."
Mired deep in the Dreamy Stretch, Ellis didn’t reply when Craig made an inquiry. Rather she reached out with her free hand and dug it into the canvas. Pulling with all her might got the blonde maybe three inches, which meant there was still more than three and a half feet between her and the ropes.
Perturbed with the Wannadream’s refusal to even acknowledge her threat, Lisa shifted the Crossface to just below Mercy’s nose and jerked back violently. “The nice man asked you a question,” she said through a sneering smile, “one that I expect you to answer the next time he--”
“You want to know if I’m going to submit, princess?” Ellis growled. “Ask me your goddamned self.”
Lisa didn’t much care for the blonde’s tone, she did however like being able to frame the question in her own flawless language. “All right, bytch.” she cooed. “Your perfect conqueror wants to know when, not if, you plan on screaming your surrender.” Dream craaaaaaaaaaaanked back on the Crossface to increase the torque on her prey’s neck, not to mention the painful curve in her upper back.
Groaning with hurt, Mercy strained even harder for the ropes, in fact her palm flattened out in such a way that had Lisa’s eyes gleaming and the FAWNatics bellowing ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ on a loop. Yanking the knot of her hands back n’ forth across the other woman’s defenseless nose, Dream made Mercy’s predicament all the more unpleasant with these ominous words.
“You can tap that mat all you like loser, but I won’t even consider letting go until I hear my name screamed at the top of your UUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Ellis’s questing hand whipped up, back and in to strike Lisa’s ear with a loud CLAP! Her head filled with an extremely un-Dreamy ringing, Lisa’s grip on the Stretch loosened a great deal and Mercy slipped her right arm free almost at once. Much more confident in her ability to escape (and far less worried about the twinge in her neck) now that she had both hands at her disposal, Ellis pressed her palms into the mat, pushed up and dragged herself halfway to the ropes. A second long tug got her to within five inches of freedom, alas that was when an infuriated brunette abandoned her Crossface in favor of gouging at her foe’s eyes.
Not about to tolerate the sort of attacks that could lead to permanent injury, Craig Long swooped in and barked, “Enough of that, Lisa! Get your fingers out of her eyes or I’ll start the count right now!”
Dream crooked her hooks a little deeper and earned her first full throated shriek from Ellis in the process. “Stop doing what?” the Ultimate Image asked innocently enough. “I’m only stripping away all the layers of failure.”
That wasn’t going to cut it for the ref and he started the count just as he’d said he would.
Lisa kept at it ‘til ‘THREE!’ then brought the blonde’s time in bondage to a brutal end by THWHUNKING her forehead into the mat like a basketball. Pushing away without a word to the official, Lisa stood up, brushed off her hands and then planted a foot on her opponent’s upturned bum. “The ropes are right in front of you, Wannadream. So crawl forward and suckle at them like the defenseless whelp I know you are.”
Mercy bristled at the slander, but the Ultimate Image had put a serious kink in her neck and back and her eyes were quite sore after the clawing, so she slid her way forward and hooked an arm over the bottom strand.
“You. Male Wannadream.” Lisa said when Long went to check on Mercy. “How long is the little prima donna allowed to cower there in the ropes?”
Craig didn’t think Ellis was cowering at all, but he had no urge to contradict the notorious brunette either. “Five seconds of internal count, five seconds of verbal count.” he paused, then added, “Longer if I’m interrupted.”
Lisa made a little shooing motion to return his attention to the task at hand. “Please, don’t let me disturb you. Tend to the trash.”
By that time Mercy was on one knee and she’d clambered her way to verticality before the ref told her it was time to leave the ropes. Raising her hands to about shoulder level, she huffed, “Can we start wrestling now or do I have to deal with more of this slap and tickle catfight bullshyEEERRGGHHH!”
Lisa suckered her in with a feigned lunge, then stomped a single kick into the smaller woman’s left knee. Mercy went down like a penitent and the Ultimate Image was quick to welcome her into a Standing Headscissors. Bearing down on opposing pate with all the strength her gams could muster, Lisa ran her hands over the straining medicine ball of Ellis’s buns and murmured, “Oh, I’ve been waiting a long time for this, WannadreWHOOAHHHNOOO!
Goaded into action by the thought of a Bittersweet Symphony, Mercy cupped her opponent’s calves in both hands and straightened up as fast as she could. Turned out to be more than fast enough to toss Dream up ‘n over the top rope with a makeshift Back Body Drop. The crowd had leapt to its feet when Lisa took flight, they all wanted a great view in case the Ultimate Image crashed and burned on the floor almost ten feet below. Unfortunately the Dream disappointed them (as was her wont) by catching hold of the top rope in mid-air and using it as an anchor to pull herself into a safe landing on the apron. Lisa followed the agile escape with a wink and a Forearm Smash, each delivered to her startled opposition at a high rate of speed.
Knocked back by the shot, Mercy was only vaguely aware of movement in front of her when Lisa leapt onto the top rope in a flawless Springboard. But apparently that was enough because Ellis THWHACKED a savage Roundhouse off the side of Lisa’s head when the Dreamy One crouched down to push off her launch pad. The pinpoint strike sent Lisa tumbling backward, yet she still managed to avoid a fall to the floor because her right leg got hooked over the top rope and behind the middle. Of course this new predicament put a hellacious amount of torque on the brunette’s knee and a good deal of the crowd guessed she might’ve preferred the fall, if her wailing was any indication.
Alternately reaching for her knee or scrambling for purchase on the apron, Lisa managed to achieve some success in the latter, at least enough for her to bellow at the surprised referee. “GET ME OUT OF HERE YOU BUFFOON! AND KEEP THAT WANNADREAM AWAY FROM ME WHILE YOU--NO! NO! STAY BACK! I’M WARNING YOU ELLIS, DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Too late. Mercy stepped out onto the apron and made a small show of looking over her rival’s exposed torso. Then she dipped her knees and THWHACKED a hard kick across Dream’s exposed midsection. Lisa tried to cover up but she was long and lean and there was just too much of her on display for Mercy to focus on a single target. Indeed she hacked away on Lisa’s upper thighs and chest and everything in between. Given the option Mercy would’ve kicked her brunette until quit or candy poured out, however the Dream was in the ropes, even if it was on the wrong side, and Carpenter forced her to stop shelling by ‘FOUR!’
Didn’t do anything to get Lisa free from the ropes however, so Ellis slid back into the squared circle, grabbed a handful of leather waistband and sloooooooowly hoisted the woozy woman into a seat on the top rope. “You want to break my reputation, Lisa?” the Heartless Wonder murmured. “Go ahead and try. Me, I’m going to cement yours. As the chick who never knows when to keep her fahking mouth shut.”
Tucking the back of Dream’s head against her left shoulder, Ellis coiled her arms around the pits of the brunette’s knees and hoisted her up into the impressive double-legged cradle the FAWN faithful recognized as the set-up to Wendy Smith’s N.G.N. Unsure of Ellis’s plans, those assembled drew in a sharp anticipatory breath when she turned around and stomped to the middle of the squared circle. She pushed onto her toes without warning but rather than drop straight down she slung Lisa forward while simultaneously laying out on her back and raising both legs high across her chest. The result was a brutal twist on the Inverted Lungblower, one that saw Lisa THWHUMP down tits first across the smaller woman’s expertly placed knees. Caught flush by the heart-stopping maneuver, Lisa slopped onto her back in a twitchy sprawl and barely groaned when Mercy climbed aboard for Double Leg Grapevine and the…
LORD HAVE MERCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjvkDQ4g8W8
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa managed to buck the blonde off with a second to spare. She rolled to her side but presenting Mercy Ellis both your back and an arm was never a good idea. The shooter pushed The Dream fully to her chest while capturing Lisa’s near arm. Cinching up on the shoulder, Mercy wrenched the limb with a Fujiwara Armbar. The Ultimate Image howled in pain, rotating her body frantically, reaching her free arm for the ropes. Unfortunately, the saving strands were at least twice as far away.
The legend in her own mind shook her head wildly when the official asked if she wanted to give in. Instead, she continued to stretch with the right while her left arm got worked ragged by Ellis, Mercy torturing The Dream.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgqQXjiu2DE
But Perfection wasn’t ready to surrender. As hard as the Assassin worked to force Lisa’s capitulation, Dream worked just as hard to reach safety and after a dozen long seconds, the brunette was able to wrap a palm around the bottom cable.
Lisa quickly switched to the crook of her elbow so she can’t be torn away and demanded in a high-pitched squeal the referee remove the bytch from her person. Ellis relented but only after another four seconds of ravaging the limb.
Backing away no more than a few feet, Mercy waited at the ready for Lisa to rise, but when Lisa she immediately slipped through the ropes. Apparently ready to call it a night, she walked down the length of the apron, cradling her injured wing.
“She doesn’t want to wrestle,” Lisa informed the FAWNatics. “This jealous bytch wants to maim me. She can’t deal with me showing how much better a wrestler can be.”
Paying too much attention to the crowd, Lisa didn’t seem to notice Mercy’s approach. The Heartless Wonder snatched the wrist of the aching limb, but it seemed a bit of trickery is being played when a ready Lisa whirled around with her free hand balled. A looping right shot toward Mercy’s jaw, but Ellis ducked it and soon had both wrists in her possession after the miss.
Lisa and Mercy waged a tug of war over the top cable, The Dream trying to recapture control of her upper extremities. With the New Yorker’s arms draped well over the ring side of the ropes, Mercy dropped to the canvas and hot shotted both shoulders into the top cable. The limbs springboarded from the strand and sent Lisa tumbling to the floor. The Dream managed to land on her feet, but now she was working with two bruised rotator cuffs instead of one.
With the upper body of her foe temporarily defenseless, Mercy wasn’t about to let Lisa loiter. She slipped to the outside and the chase was on. The Dream’s legs still worked well enough as she beat a retreat with Mercy close on her tail. While a corner was between them, the Luscious One rolled in under the ropes and painfully pushed to her feet. Ready for when Mercy followed her in, Lisa measured an Elbow Drop to the back of Ellis’ braincase, but Mercy psyched The Dream, entering halfway then pulling back out leaving Lisa’s already hobbled left wing to feel the pain in her elbow as well as her shoulder when she SLAMMED it into the empty canvas.
Her right arm seemingly recovered, Lisa cursed the decision to use the left AND to miss. She scrambled to her feet, again cradling the ligament-stretched left while Mercy hopped to the apron and used the top cable to pop back in.
“And I haven’t gotten to the good stuff,” Ellis informed, rolling her shoulders, knowing there’s no way Lisa could do the same at the moment.
Ellis tacked directly into Lisa with a Collar & Elbow tie-up. The Dream might be at a disadvantage with two good arms in such a situation, with only one, it’s like shooting perfect fish in a barrel for Mercy. Feeling perky, Ellis even released for a moment to spin and treat The Dream to a Ponylash, Ellis slapping the brunette’s cheek with her ubiquitous golden ponytail before locking back up and working her way around the disabled Dream’s back to capture the left arm in a tight Hammerlock.
Before the grimacing Lisa could even think about countering, Mercy scooped The Dream off her feet with her free arm and dropped Lisa’s own one hundred and fifteen pounds on the Ultimate Image’s folded wing with a snappy Suplex. Lisa howled in agony from the further abuse of the former MMA star. Cursing under her breath, she again pulled the battered left arm in tight, rolling toward the ropes then out and under.
Lisa rubbed at the battered shoulder, her elbow seemingly back in decent working order. The Dream made sure to keep the Assassin in her line of sight and Mercy took care to stay there, sliding through the ropes on the side where Lisa resided and sitting on the middle rope while pushing the top one high and motioning Lisa in.
“It’s time to get this over with, Wannadream,” Ellis said, the final word catching the ear of Lisa like no other could.
For the worthless Jersey, or wherever the hell she was from, to say THAT. Lisa’s face contorted as she forces her left shoulder to work in a way approaching normal.
“Get her back,” The Dream demanded. Mercy refused until a desperate official asked for some help and Ellis receded to his and Perfection’s satisfaction.
Lisa ascended the steps and entered carefully, holding up her good hand as a reminder for Ellis to stay away until The Dream was good and ready. Mercy showed some patience but Lisa could try that of a saint and finally Ellis barreled forward and draaaaaaags Lisa out by her injured wing. Reaching center stage she gave the limb a nasty whip, drawing a howl from the brunette, then hurled Lisa Irish-style toward the corner.
Mercy followed her foe in, perhaps for a Splash, but none was to be had as Lisa cleverly got a boot up to put on the brakes when she reached the corner, then pushed off to spring into a back right elbow that caught Mercy flush in the jaw. Ellis had her legs knocked out from under her and landed heavy against the canvas.
BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pdd7ra4N0gI
Yet Mercy rolled up from the counter, unwilling to cede momentum. The former MMA star paid for the effort when Lisa surged forward with the blonde still bent at the waist and delivered a CRACKING knee strike to Mercy’s chin that straightened her foe up like a board and sent Ellis timbering to the deck.
NIGHTMARE ON DREAM STREET (first example):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrxBVm3FH0o
Dazed but not stilled, Mercy remained unwilling to stay grounded. A determined Mercy again pushed up only to have Lisa head to the ropes and use the scythe-like motion of her able arm to bring the hammer down on the back of Mercy’s skull with her ruthless Dreamsicle.
DREAMSICLE @ 1:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1JOUXk44Uk
As Lisa slid to a stop after contact to observe Mercy, this time Ellis was NOT making an effort to rise. The Dream hoisted her right limb, left still mostly limp at her side, and screamed “PERFECT” at the top of her lungs.
The volume showed it’s more a release of satisfied rage than a boast from The Dream. She used a boot to shovel the ruined Mercy to her back and genuflected atop the softly rolling chest of the blonde.
“Do it,” Lisa demanded in a more controlled pitch.
Sinking into place beside her despite some reservations, Craig Long slapped the mat…
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Blonde with the Iron Fists fought through the brain freeze brought on by the dreaded Dreamsicle just in time to shoot a shoulder off the mat. Less irritated than she might’ve thought, Lisa reached down, coiled that hateful ponytail around her fist and used it to hoist the woozy warrior to her feet. However being on one’s feet and being upright weren’t quite the same, as the Dream so ably demonstrated by driving the point of her left knee into the pit of Mercy’s stomach. Ellis gasped, then tried to shove the brunette away but Lisa doubled up on a Muy Thai style clasp across the back of opposing neck and pulled her into a second gut-churning Kneelift.
“This is how you like to fight, isn’t it?” Lisa asked after she’d reset her feet. “It’s a little simple for my tastes, but I can see the appeal. Pitting your legs, or in this case, MY legs,” she pounded a third blow against Ellis’s abs and had to pull in when Mercy staggered back, “against your flabby little gut until one of them gives way.” The Dream punctuated that observation with yet another Kneelift and her perfect features lit up in a toothy grin as Mercy’s gams finally gave way. “Yes I could learn to enjoy that very much. But as entertaining as it might be, it’ll never hold a candle to a front row seat at the symphony.”
With that she forced Ellis’s head between her thighs, hooked her fingers into the leg holes of those black lycra briefs and yaaaaaaaaaaanked up on a glute splitting wedgie, one designed to make sure the Wannadream was in tune for the start of the show. Lisa was satisfied with the resultant shriek, so she flattened her hands into paddles and started right in on a brisk little spankity-spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANK! beat.
The show was less than five seconds old when Ellis grabbed the conductor behind the knees and ripped her legs out from underneath. Dream landed hard on her back and was about to lodge a complaint with the official when the blonde seized hold of her right ankle and started to twist. Genuinely distraught at the idea of the savage having control over yet another of her limbs, Lisa sank her perfect talons into the thinly-sheathed plywood and scrambled across the mat until she felt the strands against her back. Wrapping an arm around the lowermost, she held on for dear life and shouted, “GET HER OFF OF ME! MAKE HER LET GO OR I’LL HAVE YOUR JOEERRRGGGAAHHH AAAAAAAAHHH BYTCH!”
Mercy’s position wasn’t right to secure a proper Ankle Lock, so she took Lisa’s heel in one hand, her toes in the other and twissssssssssssted the exposed joint. The ref knew Ellis wouldn’t respond to requests, so he started the count and made it all the way to ‘FOUR!’ before Mercy tossed Lisa’s foot aside.
More than a little angry over the gimmick infringement and brutal mistreatment of her trunks, Ellis snapped a little kick into her rival’s hip and sneered, “Get up and fight me you pampered, sniveling brat.”
The Dream’s dark eyes narrowed to black slots as the other woman backed away. A lack of respect from the Wannadreams had been a problem for as long as she could remember, but her perfect mind couldn’t recall a single adversary who’d dared DISRESPECT her as much as the so-called Heartless Wonder. Righting herself with as little help from the ropes as she could manage, Lisa started forward, then thought better of it. After a moment, she smiled. “That washboard you’re so proud of is looking a little soft, Ellis. Maybe if I toughened it up with a few more Kneelifts you might, MIGHT,” Lisa traced her fingertips along a bare swath of midriff and flicked a very light misting of sweat in the blonde’s direction, “be able to toughen up into something resembling perfection.”
Mercy shook her head in disbelief. Of all the egomaniacs she’d ever encountered, Lisa Dream was the unquestioned champ. “Lisa, if we exchange knees that’s not a fight. That’s a slaughter.”
The Ultimate Image looked nonplussed. “What’s the matter, Mercy? Afraid you’re not perfect?”
Dream raised her hands and curled her fingers. It was all the challenge Ellis needed and more than enough to draw her into the brunette’s trap.
Stalking forward in search of a lock-up, Mercy did indeed clasp her fingers across the back of Lisa’s neck but a set of perfect claws raaaaaaked across her eyes before she could ready a single Kneelift. Shifting from smirk to snarl just like that, the Dream scored Mercy’s face again, then took hold of her head and marched over to the nearest corner, where she BWUUUNGED the blonde forehead-first into the top turnbuckle. Several more noggin-on-buckle collisions followed, as did a steady stream of comments from Lisa, who sounded remarkably calm despite the ferocity of her assault.
“Did you really think you could mock me? (BWUNG!) Did you really think you could stand against me? (BWUNG!) Did you ACTUALLY THINK that you could HUMILIATE ME? (BWUNG!) The veneer of calm slipped away as Lisa spun Mercy around and stuffed her against back against the corner. A withering barrage of Hooks and other body blows followed, the Dream turning in the pugilistic performance of her career against poor Mercy’s tummy and tits. As the beating ramped up, so too did the trash talk. “YOU DON’T HUMILIATE ME, WANNADREAM! (pwak, pwak, PWAK!) I HUMILIATE YOU! (pwak, pwak, PWAK!) WHENEVER I WANT! (pwak, pwak, PWAK!) AND HOWEVER I WANT!” (pwak, pwak, PWAK!)
That last comment seemed to bring Dream back to herself or at least restored enough calm to halt the brutal beatdown. “Yes,” she murmured more to herself than the Wannadream, “I can humiliate you however I see fit. And that gives me a perfect idea.”
Gripping her victim by the nape of the neck, Lisa pulled Mercy’s head down so she could get at the blonde’s ponytail or more specifically, the band that held it together. The Personification of Perfection pulled it loose with a few sharp tugs and followed up with a hard Forearm Smash to the jaw so Ellis didn’t get bored while she pulled her own perfect locks into a sweat damp ponytail. Craig had grown a great deal more insistent about getting the action out of the corner since Dream stopped using her foe as a punching bag, so she grabbed a handful of the blonde’s hair and swung her out of the corner in a woozy half circle. Soaking in the glassy sheen in Ellis’s dark eyes, Lisa picked her spot and CRAAACKED the Heartless Wonder across the cheek with a Bytch Slap.
“C’mon badass, get your hands up.” Lisa SLAPPED her with her other hand. “I said get your hands up! Defend yourself!” Dream blistered Mercy’s cheeks with both hands and when the blonde wouldn’t fall or fight back, Lisa stepped in close, twisted around sharply and ‘fwwwhhhaaapped’ her cheek with an utterly ‘Dreamy’ Ponylash. That brightened Ellis’s eyes considerably, unfortunately Lisa ducked the retaliatory Haymaker and ‘hupped’ the smaller woman onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Not quite through with her gimmick infringement just yet, the Dream turned to all four sides of the arena before she shouted, “THERE’S NOTHING MERCIFUL ABOUT WHAT I’M GOING TO DO TO THIS PIECE OF GARBAGE!”
Then she dipped her knees, tossed Ellis forward and brought her left knee rocketing up at the blonde’s skuNOOOOOO! Better versed in her own finisher than anyone else on the roster, Mercy got both hands between her head and Lisa’s knee and swatted the latter down before it could dent the former. Landing in a rough crouch in front of her fuming rival. Ellis hooked the Dream’s left leg at the knee and stood up, thus trapping it in an awkward cradle. “LET ME GO, WANNADREAM!” Lisa barked. “DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT ANGERING--”
Mercy caught her with a BOOMING left hand, the lissome brunette’s head snapping sharply to one side as the blow passed by. The rest of Lisa turned to follow her throbbing noggin and she made it all of three whole steps before Ellis palmed her shoulders. Feeling quite justified in some theft of her own, the Blonde with the Iron Fists sprang into the air and landed in a comfortable seat on the Dream’s shoulders. With her crotch snugged tight against the back of Lisa’s head, Mercy crossed her ankles, torqued her hips and ripped the taller woman loose from her moorings with a purloined Dream Driver that THWHONKED the rightful owner squarely on the crown of her skull.
MERCILESS DREAM DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_Chryi8HdM
Only vaguely aware of this blatant embarrassment, Lisa rolled through to one knee and managed to mutter, “….buuuuhh….bytch.” before her nerves caught up to her muscles and she slopped to the deck in a pile. Beside her, Mercy Ellis hadn’t fared much better. The surge of adrenaline faded as soon as they hit the mat and she collapsed onto her back to suck wind and inspect the lights while Craig started to count them both down.
Reaching a full ‘SIX’ before blonde or brunette started to move, Ellis rolled to all fours and at ‘EIGHT’ made it to her feet. If this had been a ‘last woman standing’ match, it likely would have been over in two further ticks, but instead Mercy wrapped her arms around Lisa’s head and tugged the flaccid remains of The Dream to unsteady feet.
“Perfect, wouldn’t you say,” the blonde related to the uncomprehending Dream. “But I wouldn’t finish you with one of your own weak ass moves.”
With that, Ellis ducked her head and scooped an arm between the rubbery legs of Lisa. The Assassin ‘hupped’ the leaden Lisa onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry ready to make everyone’s day better with a Mercy Killing of the Ultimate Image.
But before Ellis could shrug Lisa off her shoulders and into an early nap, The Dream sent a series of frantic elbows into the temple of the former MMA star. Staggered but not dropped, Ellis lost her grip and the crowd groaned as Lisa slipped down the blonde’s back.
When Mercy turns to face her foe and reassert control, she’s met with a couple ringing Backhands, one from either direction, that slowed her thought process further before a Spinning Backfist connected brutally to Mercy’s temple. The final piece of Mercy’s signature move sent Ellis stumbling from the impact and into the nearby ropes.
Seemingly unaware of her surroundings, the dazed Mercy found her way back to The Dream who nailed her with a spinning back kick to the gut to freeze Ellis in place. Working seamlessly, Lisa slipped alongside the gasping Mercy. She plucked a wrist of the blonde and laid it over her shoulders, going side by side, headed in the same direction.
The crowd, knowing well what might happen next, pleaded for another counter from the shooter star, but Lisa managed to wrap an arm around the front of Mercy’s neck, curling her hand around the back of Ellis’ noggin. The Dream lifted her near leg for added momentum, swinging it through like a pendulum, and dropping to her chest while ABSOLUTELY PLANTING the crown of Mercy’s skull into the canvas with the Day Dreamer.
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU
Ellis was stuck like a lawn dart into the deck and she momentarily remained in a sickening headstand before tumbling to her back, ending in a starfish. Brown eyes shuttered, Mercy’s senses have clearly left the building and the FAWNatics boo as Lisa crawled to her victim, spreading her body across Mercy, not bothering to hook a leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa laid across what’s left of Ellis for long seconds before pushing up to her feet and placing a boot on the softly swelling chest of the depleted blonde. Lisa raised her arms in victory, shouting “Who’s perfect?!” to anyone that can hear as the Announcer heralded the results.
“Ladies and gentlemen your winner via pin-fall…LISA DREAM!”
The words barely moved through the speakers when the sound of ‘Passive’ by Perfect Circle replaced the results and, appearing on the upper stage, was the Master Manipulator herself, Celia Blassenville.
The crowd might have been expected to jeer the good doctor, but instead they were silent in concern for what might be in store for Mercy.
They needn’t be, as Lisa cast a gaze toward the Crimson Cagliostro, and only nodded and smiled. The Dream stepped atop the chest of the felled blonde drawing a soft grunt from the slowly wakening Ellis as Celia dipped her head in response.
Lisa slipped through the ropes, moved up the aisle and ramp, and joined Blassenville in a hearty handshake. Celia lifted The Dream’s hand and, only then, did the crowd’s displeasure erupt at full throat. The duo clearly could not care less and they made their exit, leaving behind the disposal of that blonde wreckage to someone far less perfect than themselves.