Post by SammieSinclair on Apr 12, 2015 14:47:34 GMT
A familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted and, a split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the lightshow.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
With the jeers already rising to a crescendo, a FAWN icon, not to mention various other wrestling organizations, stepped through the curtain, Lisa certain she’d immediately sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile in the house, which, no matter how much they’d deny it, meant everyone.
LISA DREAM:
Beside her in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt was the good doctor, Celia Blassenville. The powerful redhead moved close to The Dream’s right shoulder and whispered in her patient’s ear.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
And just when it seemed the crowd’s ire could not be raised further, two beautiful, brutal brunettes joined the devious doctor and her perfect patient. The Sisters of Mercy, apparently now nurses to the stars, assembled at Dr. Blassenville’s side, clad in stylized nursing garb that put many a heartbeat into a-fib, white vinyl in all the necessary places, but little more, surgical gloves already tightly in place.
DEBORAH HURT:
KRISTIN MANNERS:
Celia nodded and the foursome moved forward, the Luscious One leading the way down the ramp and aisle. The assembled booed their lungs out, Lisa scoffing and scowling at the Wannadreams.
Dream was in skin-tight, dark cow-skin; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless, 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 reached down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, as always or nearly, frustrated at not being able to view the flawless, alabaster stems of the Personification of Perfection. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobwebbed across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Reaching the ring, the flawless brunette climbed the ring steps, Celia joining her on the apron while Nurse Manners and Nurse Hurt glanced through the stands, seemingly assessing if it was eighty or ninety percent of the FAWNatics that needed a shot of penicillin.
As the good doctor offered final instructions to her case study, the Ring Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied by Dr. Celia Blassenville, and Registered Nurses and Weapons Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners, the Sisters of Mercy; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Luscious One herself...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream stepped through the cables. She moved to center stage while Celia strode back down the steps to the floor below, settling into a corner with her nurses.
Inside the ring, Lisa showws silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Are you ready?” she asked nonchalantly.
The crowd mixed a confused murmur into their hatred.
“…ready for perfection to reach a new higher level? It may sound implausible, impossible, but that’s what The Dream does. I make the impossible…commonplace.”
Satisfied at having schooled the jeering fans, Lisa strutted to her corner and gently turned the stick over to Dr. Blassenville apparently just in time for Miss Mouthy to put in her extremely obnoxious two cents.
Forcing himself to sound enthusiastic even though it would amount to nothing, the Announcer took a deep breath and said, “And introducing her oppo--” The mic went dead, much to the delight of everyone save that poor dope and everyone in Lisa’s attendant staff.
MADDY CRANE:
Summoned by the sound of laughter on a large scale, Maddy Crane dipped through the curtain, a wide, crooked smile already on her lips. Dressed in a purplish black ’Welcome to Night Vale’ baby-tee that covered her ring attire while providing an excellent view of shiny red boots and pads, the Princess of the Punchline rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then pulled a mic from behind her back. “Ya know, normally I come out here and we have some laughs before the fighting starts, but tonight I have a very serious question for you all.” Maddy looked around and nodded solemnly to prove she wasn’t foolin’. “Just how MANY creepy weirdos does it take to make Lisa Dream feel good about herself? Right now I count the good doctor Head Trip, when did you get your PHD, by the way, Celia? University of Phoenix finally open their Mad Scientist program? And those two Silent Hill Cast Offs last seen terrorizing the Jungle’s Halloween party. So that’s at least three, but just how many brave, underpaid techs does it take to get Lisa’s fat legs into those leather pants? Trick question! They don’t actually use techs, but a modified sausage caser, it’s the only way to make that much flab look so fab. Secret’s out, Lis!”
The Dream looked far from amused, in fact she looked ready to spit nails when she beckoned the redhead down the aisle.
Maddy shook her head ‘no’. “Be patient, asshopper. What am I saying, you’re already a patient! Point is, I’ve got one more riddle for ya. How many chicks does it take to shatter your pathetic delusions once and for all? Just one. She hails from from the Red Hook section of Brooklyn, New York, weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds and stands a five feet five inches tall. She is the Doc prankin’, nurse crankin’, DREAM SPANKIN’ ONLY REDHEAD YOU WILL EVER NEED! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SHE IS MADDY CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!”
GET OVER IT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvEk_TWNDV4
Cheers from the front row all the way to the cheap seats contended with the speakers when they started into the clap, stomp, clap opening of Ok Go’s ‘Get Over It‘. Flinging her mic to a tech hiding just off camera, Maddy peeled off the tee-shirt and started into a little shoulder rolling, hip-shimmying bebop as she made her way to the squared circle. For this battle with a FAWN’s most dedicated megalomaniac, the Glad Bomber wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style. As mentioned previously her pads and boots were the same shiny red while the latter was emblazoned with @#$&*! in bold white strokes.
Mouth going several miles a minute, Mads fired off about three dozen quips to the aisle-side fans before she hopped onto the apron and waggled her hips to draw attention to the ‘DREAM OFF! writ on the seat of her trunks. Once they’d had a good look she dipped through the ropes and went straight to center ring where she extended an open armed challenge to the Ultimate Image. Lisa only rolled her eyes, so Crane blew her a kiss, then backed into the opposite corner for final inspection.
More confident than ever with Celia and the ‘Sisters’ at ringside, Lisa came out of her corner with the ‘CLANG’ of the bell, FAWN’s Ultimate Image of Human Perfection eager to share her message of ferocious flawlessness with another hapless Dreamophobe. Maddy Crane started out just as quickly. Slapping Gabby Mendoza’s face all up n’ down the house show circuit was fine, but she wanted a steady ticket back to the pay-per-view scene and beating down a megalomaniacal ex-World Champion was as sure a bet as any.
Uncharacteristic quiet from both ladies as they reached the center of the ring and started to circle. Wary as only one could be when facing an opponent for the first time, brunette and redhead each made a few plays for her opponent’s hands or shoulders but didn’t press the issue when their intended prey pulled out of range. A knowing look crossed Lisa’s face after a few passes and she reared back for a lunge, only to throw up her hands in disgust.
“I’m sorry, I can’t go on pretending this little Wannadream is worth my time.” she sniped to referee Craig Long. “I should be facing that pudgy gymnast or the scrawny Burlingame for their titles, better yet, I should be divesting Emily West of the World Championship.” She turned to Maddy and sniffed. “Not outclassing this no-talent piece of crap.” Crane opened her mouth in protest, then snapped it shut when Dream raised an imperious index finger. “Did I say you could talk? No, I did not. This is actually your lucky night, Wannadream. You’re going to collect a pay-per-view check without taking the most perfect beating of…. this thing you call a career. And all you have to do…” Lisa stomped over to the side of the ring facing the apron and sat down on the middle rope. Gripping the top strand from the bottom, she pushed up, opening a wide gap in the ropes. “…is get out of my ring right now. Oh, and if you see a REAL wrestler waiting behind the curtain, feel free to send them down for your beating.”
Hands on her hips, Maddy looked from Lisa to the ropes and back again. “Really?”
Dream practically coughed up a lung, she sighed so hard. “Yes, REALLY, Wannadream. I’ve destroyed former champions and world class fighters in the last few months, I’m not going to cheapen the value of those trophies with your mangy pelt. Now GO.”
She pointed between the ropes for emphasis and now it was Maddy’s turn to sigh. “All right,” the redhead replied in a tone of defeated resignation. “The Dream wants what she wants.”
“That’s the smartest thing that ever has or ever will come out of your mouth.” Lisa noted as Crane shuffled over. “Keep making observations like that and maybe you’ll be ready to kiss my Dreamy boot in five or ten yeaNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The crowd erupted in an even mix of guffaws and applause when Maddy reared back on her left heel and THWHAPPED her right foot flush across Lisa’s leather-sheathed chest. Caught unawares by the Side Kick, Lisa was knocked backward through the ropes and hit the floor just beside the apron in an ungainly, squawking sprawl. “YOU WANT ME OUTTA THIS RING, BABY?” Crane bellowed down from her new perch on the second rope. “THEN COME ON BACK IN AND FRAKKIN’ MAKE ME!” Mads hopped down and backed off, boldly claiming the center of the squared circle for herself while Lisa returned to incredulous verticality.
Eying the notorious motor-mouth like she was some sort of plush toy that’d suddenly sprang to razor tongued sentience, Dream raked a hand through her hair and asked, “Do you know who you’re dealing with, Wannadream?”
“Sure do.” Maddy shot back without missing a beat. “You’re the chick who wears leather Spanx to cover up her fat legs. You know that leads to earlier varicose veins, right?”
Lisa Dream genuinely couldn’t believe it. She’d been buzz-sawing through every opponent since late last fall and yet this bytch didn’t offer her the slightest bit of deference, let alone respect. Quite certain that would change very shortly, Lisa climbed onto the apron, stepped through the ropes and went straight for the redhead. Maddy raised her hands in response, not for a clench, but well over her head in the droopy-wristed ‘Y’ that was the hallmark of her Crane Ki-- Lisa twisted aside the instant Mads pushed up on one foot, then muttered a vicious curse when the Original Pranksta’ settled down without doing a damned thing.
“Knock off that adolescent garbage right now!” Dream commanded before once again resuming her march. “I am the most perfect World Champion in FAWN’s history and I deserve your respOOOOOWW!”
Maddy darted in and pounded her knuckles into the brunette’s left bicep, just below her shoulder. “That’s two for flinching.” she explained to the fuming, flabbergasted Dream. “Next time don’t turn away like--”
The punchline never came because Lisa pounced, thus sweeping the smaller battler into an angry Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Working her fingers into Crane’s hair almost at once, Lisa wrenched her foe’s head from side to side and used the illegal grip to march Maddy into the buckles closest to Celia and the Sisters. Wedged between a rock and a Dreamy place, Mads had nowhere to go, not that it stopped the leather-clad lovely from trying to walk through her. “Gett’er offa me, Craig. I‘m in the ropes.” Crane grunted as Lisa did everything she could to remove her hair in fist-sized bunches.
“Oh, he can’t help you.” Dream scoffed at her foe’s naiveté. “He can offer suggestions, even try to influence my actions with threats and bribery, but in the end he’s powerless against me.” To prove it she pulled one hand from Maddy’s hair and patted / slapped her cheek repeatedly. “See, Wannadream?” Lisa cooed after a hard tug and slap combo finally started the official’s count. “Bribery and empty threats. I’ll play along now, if only to reinforce his delusion of control.”
Long didn’t care why Lisa let go at ‘FOUR’, only that she did. As an added bonus, she did so with her hands raised to shoulder level, the sort of clean break he almost never got from the Personification of Perfection. He was just about to thank the Dream for her cooperation when Maddy took a giant step forward and just PASTED Lisa’s cheek with a welt-raising Bytch Slap.
“I live by a simple philosophy, Lis. Talk shyt, get HHHNNNNNNGH!”
Lisa smacked her right back, then lowered a shoulder and slammed it into the redhead’s belly, all the better to drive her back against the buckles. Curling her hands around the middle rope for extra ‘ooomph’, Dream rocked back on her heels to power two stiff Shoulderblocks. The third was heading for home when Crane shifted her weight ever so slightly and brought her left knee up fast and hard against Dream’s right shoulder. Lisa snarled and staggered back, the unexpected counterattack knocking her off balance.
Taking Dream’s shoulder to her knee hadn’t been pleasant for Mads either, but she shoved it aside in favor of striding out of the corner to deliver another echoing Bytch Slap. Lisa didn’t go down, she did however stumble around in a half circle which gave Crane tacit permission to latch onto her waistband and the nape of her neck. Swinging ‘em both back the way they’d come, the Queen of the Facebusters bent Lisa forward and propelled her between the top and middle buckles to TWHUNK her left shoulder against the unforgiving steel post. Lisa cried out and reached for her shoulder, was in fact still doing so when Crane wrenched her loose of the corner and tossed her into a facedown sprawl on the mat.
Maddy joined her shortly thereafter and helped herself to the brunette’s arm on arrival. Gripping Dream’s wrist in her right hand, the Sultana of Slapstick reached under her foe’s outstretched limb with her left hand and took hold of her own right forearm for extra leverage. With most of her bodyweight pressed down upon Lisa’s left shoulder, Maddy planted her feet and REEFED back in search of a shockingly early submission via Fujiwara Armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgqQXjiu2DE
Lisa bit her lower lip, trying to stifle any verbal response to the work Crane had put in on her throbbing joint, but another wrench from Maddy made it impossible. The Dream yelped in pain, unable to break free but able to shift her position on the canvas. Rotating her body slowly, Lisa draped an ankle over the bottom rope. Unfortunately for The Dream, it’s Maddy’s turn to test the willingness of the official to start his count and the redhead got a full seven-eight seconds of additional work in on the focus of the night before she’s forced to release.
Crane scampered to her feet only to add ‘farewell for now’ stomp to that same left shoulder as a parting gift. The Personification of Perfection cradled the limb in close as Dr. Blassenville decided to make a house call, Celia directing Nurse Manners to grab an ankle and slide Lisa out of the ring for a consultation.
Maddy threw up her arms as Nurse Hurt provided some physical therapy to Blassenville’s prize patient. She turned to the ref.
“So she gets her own personal General Hospital on the sidelines?”
All the official could do was move to the ropes and start his count. Nurse Manners rubbed Lisa’s temples and Nurse Hurt gave a few more massaging squeezes to the shoulder before the Sisters sent the Ultimate image back into play. Lisa climbed the apron and demanded the loudmouth be moved back. When the leather-clad grappler felt the range was sufficient, she entered and circled.
“Whenever you’re ready to wrestle like a professional,” Lisa said, “as poor a professional as you might be, then I invite you to attempt to give these people what they paid for. If you’re going to be a thug, you’ll be treated as such.”
Maddy gave a mock gang sign. “It’s a thug’s life, beeyotch. Yo.”
Crane folded her hands across her chest, a rare ginger gansta. But when she did, Lisa shot a Toe Kick into her foe’s lower abdomen, thankfully ending the chance Maddy might break out her latest rhyme.
With Maddy doubled in front of her, Lisa twisted her body to collect an over-the-shoulder Three Quarters Facelock on the silenced Sultana of Slapstick. The narcissist Snap Mared Maddy to the deck, Crane crunching down on her tailbone. The instant tush hit plywood, Lisa was already on the move, racing to the ropes behind Crane. She rebounded toward her target, leaping into a low front flip when she reached Maddy. The Dream grabbed the big talker’s noggin on the way over the redhead’s right shoulder and she sent Crane’s forehead THUMPING to the mat between her foe’s outstretched legs. Crane’s head and upper body snapped back violently from the impact, Maddy ending in a glassy-eyed starfish while The Dream, showing just a glimmer of why she’s survived fifteen years in the game, rolled to her feet with what some considered surprising agility.
With the Mistress of Snark situated perfectly, The Dream immediately headed for the ropes again, this time to the set to Maddy’s right. Lisa leapt into the middle strand, grabbing the top as she did. Springing lightly into a an impeccable back-flip, Lisa splashed across the open tummy of the lithe redhead with her Dreamysault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gy-GoXEiXqY
A burst of breath escaped Crane’s lips as she folded into a jackknifed ‘V’ under the avalanche of awesome. When she settled back to prostrate, Lisa quickly hooked the far leg and rolled Crane into a tight ball for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The ‘Quick Lip’ kicked her way free, shoving a shoulder off the canvas. On the sidelines, Dr. Blassenville offered some positive reinforcement for the businesslike manner in which Lisa had taken control and the Sisters of Mercy added their two cents, their claps muffled somewhat by the shoulder-length surgical gloves they wore.
The leather-clad beauty rose, bringing Crane with her, and Maddy brought with her a balled right fist that clunked into Lisa’s jaw, staggering The Dream. The New Yorker tried to respond in kind, but her right cross was deftly intercepted by the redhead who NAILED Lisa again, The Dream’s head sent on a violent swivel. Determined, The Dream returned fire only to fail to reach the target again.
Apparently figuring the third time was the charm for laying Lisa out, Maddy wound up a super-sized bolo uppercut that would have likely lifted Lisa to tiptoes and beyond. But before it could impact, Lisa swung a knee into Maddy’s navel that took the steam out of the effort and left a gasping Crane bent at the waist.
Swinging an uppercut of her own, Lisa’s went across the throat of the redhead, The Dream spinning as she collected Maddy around the neck. The flawless specimen laid out and spiked Maddy’s chin into the deck like a lawn dart with her Dreamy Cutter.
DREAMY CUTTER @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJkJC1qcK9Q
Maddy slopped to her back from the force of the dreaminess and Lisa floated across the sprawled Crane in a Lateral Press, again hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
With things looking significantly less jovial for the Jokester, the crowd worked themselves into a froth when the good doctor and the naughty nurses tried to convince the Dreamophiles in the crowd to show their support. The few erudite members of the arena’s contingent followed Celia, Kristin and Deborah’s lead, but most gave the Ultimate Image her usual response.
Ignoring the Wannadreams and Dreamophobes, Lisa again pulled up a now lethargic and limp Crane with her. Keeping Maddy bent at the waist, The Dream tugged Crane’s braincase between her luscious, leather-clad thighs and clamped down on a Standing Headscissors. Everyone in the arena knew what’s coming next and, at least for the moment, the FAWNatics seemed to want Lisa to succeed, the assembled apparently in the mood for a little Bittersweet Symphony to be played on Maddy’s rump.
Love her or hate her (and most did both in the same breath) Lisa Dream had succeeded in making fan and detractor alike an aficionado of high speed gluteal jazz and tonight’s performance was no exception. She started slow, a few flat-palmed swats to each cheek, just to get a feel for her ‘instrument’. Dream felt the redhead wince between her thighs but Crane held her notorious tongue, so she picked up the pace, cupping her hands slightly to get a better echo on each SPANKING lick. Finding the groove she liked in less than ten seconds, Lisa gradually sped up, her hands flying with the speed and precision of a street corner ‘follow the ace’ huckster.
Even the most tin-eared FAWNatics had to appreciate the spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANK of Dream’s Symphony, all save Maddy that was, who couldn’t help but yip with pain as Lisa’s prints grew more and more pronounced on her previously unmarred buns. Pleased with the beads of sweat dotting her perfect forehead, Lisa kicked it into high gear, delivering licks straight from the shoulder, a true butt-blistering crescendo that had the folks in the front row cringing right alongside the unfortunate Ms. Crane. Keeping at it until her sore shoulder started to kick up again, the Ultimate Image finished with a trio of three double handed SMACKS and a white-knuckled claw that made Maddy shriek like she’d been touched with a hot poker.
“That’s right, scream little Wannadream.” Lisa huffed as she mopped the sweat from her brow. “Scream yourself hoarse in the presence of true perfection.” Alas Crane could do nothing but swat at the Dream’s leather-sheathed gams, so Lisa leaned forward and wrapped both arms around her foe’s waist. With a dip and a grunt she spun Maddy onto her shoulders, this particular Symphony apparently set to encore with a thunderous Powerbomb.
But Maddy, philistine that she was, had other ideas.
Locking her ankles, the redhead squeezed down on Lisa’s noggin and voiced her displeasure with the set by pounding her knuckles into the Dream’s face over and over again. Unable to protect her head without giving up control over Crane’s hips, the former World Champion staggered back, caught her balance and reared back on her heels. Sensing the Powerbomb looming over her shoulder, Mads treated Lisa to a Three Stooges-style eye poke, then uncrossed her ankles when Dream finally released her waist. Maddy torqued her hips and spun around to end up seated on Lisa’s shoulders from behind. Then she pushed up just high enough to clear the brunette’s head and curled into a tuck and roll, her legs curling tight under Dream’s armpits in mid-descent. Still half-blind from the cheater’s tricks, Lisa mentally prepared herself to fight out of a Victory Roll and was all the more surprised when Crane swung through her legs and yanked the Dream down into a THWHUMPING face-on-canvas collision.
VICTORY ROLL FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfdoaDx_3dU
The Victory Roll Facebuster bounced Dream up a good six inches and Maddy probably could’ve rolled her over for a long two if she’d been of the mind. But she was not of the mind, not with the feel of phantom hands still fresh on her stinging cheeks. No, at that moment Maddy Crane had vengeance on her mind. And she knew just how to get it. Threading her legs over Lisa’s biceps to keep her spread out and facedown, the Queen of the Facebusters leaned forward, reached around to the Dream’s waist and started fumbling with something.
On the outside, Celia Blassenville furrowed her brow. She had a good idea of what the redheaded reprobate was doing and she didn’t much care to think what it would do for her patient’s condition. “You!” the Temptress barked at the referee. “Stop her right now! My patient doesn’t deserve to be pawed by a grubby woman-child in the middle of that--”
‘Ring’ was cut off by resounding cheers from the FAWNatics as Maddy undid the button on Lisa’s leather and managed to shuck that slick black armor down beyond the curve of her foe’s Dreamy buttocks. Lisa, who’s world had been little more than sworls of color following the Facebuster, grew hyper-alert when she felt the cool air of the arena sweep across her be-thonged backside. Planting her hands against the mat, she pushed herself up, only to be forced back down by Maddy’s ankles, which were crossed in a tight ‘X’ against the back of her neck. “You’re making a GRAVE mistake, Wannadream.” Lisa hissed. “Exposing my perfection was crime enough, but if you carry through on OW! OW! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT OOOOOOOOWWWWW!”
Maddy wasn’t a percussive genius like Lisa, she was more a guitar girl, but she’d spanked her share of brats during the course of her career and now she added Lisa’s name to that list. Attacking with both hands, Maddy didn’t just spank, she interspersed them with rakes, squeezes and pinches, the latter deftly worked into the deep crease between glute and thigh to inflict the most hurt. Determined to avenge her own heinous assault, Crane kept at it even after the Dream’s thrashing came dangerously close to setting her free. Ending it only when Lisa’s cheeks were as welted and tender as her own, Maddy chided, “Nice thong, Lis. Wearing it a little too low though. Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you.” She grabbed a handful of Lisa’s scant briefs, twisted them around her fist and YANKED the stretchy material deep into the Dream’s defenseless crack.
Lisa roared with pain and twisted hard, the red-faced, red-cheeked brunette finally escaping Crane’s clutches. Spurred by a nauseating mixture of rage and embarrassment, Lisa barrel-rolled across the canvas and slid out onto the floor, where the Sisters of Mercy had positioned themselves only moments prior. “That bytch tried to maul me!” Lisa barked as Hurt and Manners set about tending to her aches and pains. “I want her brought up on charges! No one tries to strip me and gets away with--”
“LOOK OUT!”
Celia’s warning came with just enough time to let Lisa and the Sisters look up. There they saw Maddy Crane coming off the top rope with the Springboard Spaceman Plancha that brought her crashing down on the trio of brunettes immediately thereafter.
SPRINGBOARD SPACEMAN PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v52blOBAPpg
Hurrying to boot-leather amidst the wreckage she’d made, the Happy Anarchist booted Kristen and Deborah aside to get at Lisa, who was doing her best to crawl away from the crash. “Where you going, Lis? The ass kicking’s back that way.” She snatched the penitent brunette at neck and waist, dragged her upright and swung around to toss her under the bottom rope. Crane slid in after her following a single wary glance in Celia’s direction told her the not-so-good doctor was keeping a safe distance.
“Gotta hand it to you, Lis, you gave my ass a pretty good working over. Kinda felt like a Tri Delt pledge at the end of rush week, so congrats on that.” Maddy helped herself to a handful of Lisa’s hair, lifted her to all fours and promptly applied a Standing Headscissors of her own. “Of course, people who touch my ass without express written permission tend to have all sorts of unpleasant accidents, so be on your guard for the next few days, ok? Like, don’t walk under any hanging pianos or visit a dynamite factory.”
Dream squirmed fitfully in the Headscissors but couldn’t free herself before Crane wrapped her up around the waist and hoisted her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Holding Lisa aloft was more cumbersome than in looked, yet Maddy still managed to take her on a full circuit of the squared circle before she stepped out into the center and swung the brunette forward and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee to TWHUMP Lisa’s sore left shoulder against the bony joint. The Ultimate Image sobbed and went rolling, her left arm pulled across her chest as tight as she could manage.
SHOULDERBREAKER @ 1:48
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EW7hr0YPi-A
Maddy stalked after her and latched on by the hair well before Dream could escape to her nurses again. Dragging her back out into deep water, Crane snatched Lisa’s left wrist in both hands and yanked it away from the dubious protection of her torso. With the Dream balanced on all threes, Maddy draped the former World Champion’s wrist across her right shoulder, clasped her hands tight Lisa’s left shoulder and dropped into a deep, angry crouch that put incredible pressure on the already sore joint. “Give it up, Lisa.” Maddy said without a trace of snark in her voice. “Give it before I prove that no one would shed a tear if I broke your arm.”
SHOULDER HOLD @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EW7hr0YPi-A
The Ultimate Image clenched her teeth until another twist sent a howl echoing through the arena. Dream responded with a violent shake of her head when the official asked if she wanted to surrender.
“If I give in to this Wannadream,” the brunette said, “What am I?”
“An egomaniac with a working arm,” came the rejoinder from the Roastmaster General.
Lisa worked her way painfully up to one knee as Crane moved to a more upright stance. Lisa’s flawless face was twisted in equal reaction to the ferocious jerking of her limb and the socket to where it was attached.
“AHHGAWWWD!”
“Sorry, Pappy isn’t here to save you. I hear she’s out stomping up a new vintage.”
The throbbing arm spurring her on, Dream hooked her remaining hand around an ankle and ripped Maddy off her feet. Both women tumbled to horizontal, but the Sultana of Slapstick made the best of it, folding the captured limb in a Chickenwing behind Lisa’s back.
With her opposite hand, the redhead popped into a brief handstand and came barreling down, her right knee leading the way into The Dream’s knotted shoulder. Lisa screamed as if the joint’s been dislocated, but a quick visual from Manners and a shake of the nurse’s head elicited a nod from Blassenville and a call from the good doctor for Lisa to bear down.
The Luscious One scraped her way along the canvas, gathering the few extra inches needed, and wrapped her free hand tightly around the bottom cable, squealing for release. Thankfully for the nasty New Yorker, the ref was immediate in his count and Maddy got only an extra ‘FOUR’ before releasing , raising her hands high as if she’ll back away clean, before putting a stomping exclamation point on the still awkwardly creased limb.
A pitiful moan emerged when Lisa drew her arm back into a more reasonable angle and again she cradled the injured wing close. The Dream started to roll out for another therapy session, but this time Crane proved too quick.
Grabbing Lisa by the noggin she yanked a mewling Dream away from her medical team, leading her to the center.
“You don’t want to run up too big a bill,” Maddy advised. “You know Bethany and workman’s comp claims. Good luck on getting a free sling after this match.”
Maddy exchanged her grip to one on the left wrist, pulled the limb away from Lisa’s body and lifted it high.
“No, no, NO!” Lisa pleaded, holding up her opposite hand plaintively, the demanding tone a thing of the past, at least for the moment.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a free country, which means…”
Crane buggywhipped the arm and, instead of the cracking sound of a whip, there’s a shriek from Lisa as her shoulder threatened to become unhinged. Apparently, the sound from Lisa spurred Crane for more as she repeated the process not once but twice before releasing, leaving a sobbing Dream with a dead left arm hanging limp at her side.
With The Dream distracted in the extreme, the raucous redhead moved to a neutral corner behind Lisa and thankfully away from Lisa’s medical team. She easily popped to the top buckle. With Dream trying to gingerly work at her ravaged joint, Maddy skied away from the corner and delivers a bootytastic message with her signature Snark Attack, an embarrassing and painful Ass Punch.
SNARK ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTrBYAJTMQs
Lisa lurched forward, nearly ejecting herself through the ropes, but she got hung up on the middle strand, her head and torso on one side, her legs and backside on the inner with her hands glued to her derriere.
It’s like dinner time for Crane. Room service as it were. She surged forward and parted both Lisa hands and her cheeks with a stomp that sent a yelping brunette bouncing on the rubber-coated, steel cable but not out. When the Sisters moved to put an end to this butt beatdown and pull The Dream out of the ring, Maddy wrapped her arms around Lisa’s waist and drew her away.
Already captured in the Bear Hug from behind, Lisa’s saggy frame was in an upside-down ‘V’ in Maddy’s grasp. The redhead started to swing back the faltering Dream before reversing course, SLAMMING Lisa’s face and chest into the deck, her still partially exposed cheeks giving a jiggle at impact. Crane shoveled Lisa to her back and covered with the Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
FAWN’s legend in her own mind rolled to a shoulder, then, realizing it’s the aching one, spasmed to her chest like she’s on fire. The Doctor and nurses tasked to better her perfection gave her an encouraging hand, this time via applause, but none of the three could hide they didn’t like what they saw. And none seemed at all happy when Maddy grabbed the wrist of the aching arm, yanked the Ultimate Image to her feet and folded the limb behind Lisa’s back again.
With it pinned by her tight embrace, Maddy encircling Lisa’s waist, the redhead vaulted Dream into the air, this time following through with the Suplex, deciding to work the arm again by sending Lisa crashing atop the limb, her own bodyweight adding to the brutal impact.
Only Crane heard no expected CRASH behind her. Lisa managed to rotate herself through and landed on her feet. When Maddy turned there’s a Spinning Heel Kick with her name on it and the boot THWUMPED into her mug, sending her sprawling to the deck.
The FAWNatics seemed more than satisfied when Lisa couldn’t follow up, the brunette lying not far from her dazed auburn-haired counterpart, wincing as she tried to relieve the throb from her savaged arm. In the end, she managed to push through the pain and clumsily, with one arm still dangling, get to her feet.
With Maddy on all fours and Lisa behind, The Dream clearly knew what to do when she had only one good arm at her disposal. Stepping forward, she genuflected and swung a five-tined uppercut in from behind, parting Crane’s legs with a claw to Maddy’s undercarriage. Digging the digits in deep, Lisa, after making Crane her bongos, now seemed determined to make the loudmouth her hand puppet.
Very much aware that this filthy little brat was trying to lessen her, Dream swung around to Maddy’s left side without breaking the Claw and slammed a stubby little Kneelift into the redhead’s ribs. Mads grunted and curled up around the point of impact, albeit not quite as tight as the Dream would’ve liked. So she pounded another Kneelift home and when Crane’s forehead touched the canvas Lisa lifted her left knee and planted it firmly against the back of her neck. Bearing down with all the weight she could manage, Dream braced her bad hand against the other woman’s back and increased the pressure on Crane’s togs.
“Give it up, Wannadream!” Lisa barked. “Or I can’t be held responsible for where this questionable scrap of spandex might end the night.” She corkscrewed her wrist for extra emphasis.
Trapped at an incredibly awkward angle, Crane tried to twist her head loose, but Lisa bore down that much harder and she forced herself to endure it rather than leave half her face on the mat in the attempt. That left the rather daunting task of the Crotch Claw. Gritting her teeth against the gawdawful pain of it, she reached back with her right hand and grabbed hold of the Dream’s wrist.
A hard squeeze made Lisa growl, then gouge all the harder. “I mean it, Wannadream.” Lisa threatened. “Tap out right now or so help me I’ll make you my newest mic stand.”
Maddy’s blood ran cold at those words, but far from paralyzing her, it gave the redhead a new sense of clarity. “Tuff talk, big mouth.” Crane huffed as she shifted ever so slightly to the right. “How ya gonna do anything when you’ve only got one arm. Better question. Who’s going to sign your casSSSTTEEGGGH GAAAAAAHHHHH BYTCH!”
Lisa applied more pressure with her knee and took the Claw to the next level by working her questing fingers through one of the leg holes in Maddy’s togs. “Welcome to Old School FAWN, Wannadream.” Dream cooed as she attacked her prey in the most intimate of fashions. “If you don’t want to tap out, I could always get it some other waYYYYNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy’s microadjusting finally paid off when she pulled her left arm between herself and Dream’s frame and promptly stuffed that elbow into Lisa’s center. Hissing with shock and pain, the Ultimate Image pulled her left knee away from Crane’s neck to better defend against future attacks. Her Claw however remained gamely in place, although far looser than only a few seconds prior.
Bound and determined to make Lisa let go before she crawled to the ropes, Maddy tried to grind another elbow into Dream’s groin and when that didn’t work, she reached across Lisa’s back and started to slap whatever she could find.
“You’re finished, Wannadream.” Lisa felt the strength in her grip returning even though the fingers in her clawin’ hand were starting to throb like a rotten tooth. “The only thing left for you is to beg my mercy before I show all these stupid people your disgusting O-FaceEERRRHHH OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW YOU JEALOUS WHORE!”
Maddy had stopped slapping when she stumbled across the bit of Lisa’s bottoms that’d been exposed during the tug of war in the ropes. Bunching it in her fist, she YANKED up and sawed from side to side in the hopes of splitting the former World Champion in half. The Law of Diminishing Returns (in the form of a hellacious, butt-splitting wedgie) forced the Dream to abandon her claw to better deal with the lycra flossing against her in the most unpleasant of fashions. Lucky for her Maddy let go the instant the Claw fell away and she crawled to the ropes as fast as her weakened limbs could go.
Speaking of Maddy, she’d just curled an arm around the bottom strand when Lisa grabbed both ankles and pulled. “GET OFF ME YOU CHEATING BYTCH! I‘M IN THE ROPES!”
“And as I already told you, that means nothing to me.” Lisa snarled.
It meant something to Craig and Maddy however and they tried to make Dream see season, the former with a firm yet stern warning, the latter by cursing up a streak so vile it’d raise Miriam Gaiman’s eyebrows. None of it worked however, Lisa simply wouldn’t be denied, even when Crane twisted over onto her back and added her other hand to the resistance. Urged on by Celia and the Sisters, Lisa stood up and carefully threaded Maddy’s legs over each shoulder even though putting any pressure on the left was most unpleasant. Tired of being ignored, Long took a step back from the action and started his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--” THAWHAM!”
Hands locked around Crane’s thighs, Lisa jerked up, stepped back and dropped to her tush, a brisk, nasty sequence of events that tore Mads loose from the ropes and planted her with a slightly truncated Sit-Out Powerbomb. Sliding her calves over the redhead’s biceps, Lisa leaned into those upturned haunches and waited for the…
PULL OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=agRbb-lEglk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Maddy brought her right leg up and down, thumping it like a blunt-bladed axe against Dream’s sore shoulder. Hurt all over again, the Ultimate Image scrambled to verticality and drilled half a dozen stomps into her opponent’s midsection. “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!” she screamed at the groaning Sultana. “NO ONE HURTS ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!”
Almost salivating at the thought of making an example of this Wannadream, Lisa scraped Maddy off the mat and whipped her into the far corner. It was done with minimal assistance from her left hand, but Crane was still seeing stars after the Powerbomb and she only managed to twist around before BWUUUNGING back-first into the buckles. The first of what she hoped was many deep breaths was still in the inhalation phase when the Dream rushed in and THWHAPPED a right-armed Clothesline flush across her sternum. Maddy’s legs flew up but Lisa was pressed to close for her to topple, so she caught her balance, then almost lost it again when the megalomaniac whirled around and drew her into a Side Headlock, also secured with the right arm. Bearing down as best she could without being able to lock her hands, Lisa charged out of the corner, took to the skies and came down a good three quarters to the other corner with a Bulldog that THWONKED Maddy’s forehead against the mat.
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=riFK2Q2OVwM
Dream had meant to go for a cover as soon as Crane rolled onto her back, but she called a perfect audible when the Wannadream bounced to one knee. Bad arm held tight against her chest, Lisa stood up and backed into the corner Maddy faced. “Paid too much attention to my shoulder, Wannadream. My legs felt neglected. And when my legs feel neglected, faces get broken.” Lisa exploded out of the corner, drew back her right knee and ‘OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!’
The FAWNatics went nuts when Maddy sprang off her plant knee and THWHUMPED a perfect Crane Kick into Dream’s weakened shoulder. In the grip of a scream too large for her throat, Lisa stumbled around and went for the ropes only to voice a reedy little ‘NO!’ the instant Crane wrapped an arm around her throat.
All but painted against Lisa’s back, Mads hooked her left arm at the elbow, jerked it back at an unpleasant angle and deftly slipped her left arm through the small triangle created by forearm and bicep. Locking her hands in a knot against Lisa’s left cheek, the Queen of the Facebusters spun her foe around so hard Dream’s legs flew out from underneath. Just like that Maddy went down on her knees, the both of them landing with an unpleasant thump in the middle of the ring. Lisa was on her butt just long enough to realize the trouble, then Crane rolled her onto her tummy and somersaulted into a low, gorgeous bridge that put agonizing pressure on the Dream’s left shoulder.
FTW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujBO_gOPhyc
Lisa shrieked like the end of the world, a sound that got Nurses Manners and Hurt halfway onto the apron before Celia grabbed hold. “She MUSTN’T submit.” the Temptress told the Sisters of Mercy. “I can work with a pin, but a submission would undo everything I’ve worked so hard for. Get her out by any means necessary, I’ll help if I can.”
Crane continued to wrench on the injured wing of the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, from her screams Dream clearly becoming less and less concerned who knew how wretchedly painful it was. Still, when the zebra dropped to one knee next to the writhing wrestlers, Maddy remaining in her precarious bridge, Lisa refused to say the magic words, though Nurse Hurt, leaping onto the mat outside the ropes, had some for the official.
The babyfaced brunette used some altogether inhospitable language, Deborah determined to make the referee aware Crane had pulled some manner of chicanery. And after the official got another shake of the head from the sobbing Lisa, the man rose to his feet and debated the Sister, demanding she drop to the floor.
As he went nose to nose, Nurse Manners slid in from the opposite side and hoofed it on all fours to the debilitating display put on by Maddy. After driving a Double Axhandle into the raised navel of the redhead, (the blow allowing Lisa to escape and roll away with a whimper) the Sister snatched a doused cotton ball out of the air tossed to her by Dr. Blassenville. Making sure to keep it far away from her nasal passages, Nurse Manners stuffed the wad over Maddy’s mouth and nose with one hand while keeping the back of her head cupped in the other.
Drawing ragged breaths after getting gutted by the ‘Sister’, Crane got a snoot and mouthful of ether rather than oxygen and, after the fight she’s already been in, it took little more than a few seconds for the redhead’s eyes to roll back in her head, lithe body falling limp.
With the anesthesia having worked its wonders, Nurse Manners scrambled out of the operating room, sliding out just as the oblivious arbiter turned to see two women down, though the brunette moved in fits and starts, rubbing at her wounded joint.
The striped-shirt rounded on Blassenville who accurately claimed she never set a foot inside. As for the gorgeous Nurse Manners, Kristin sat on the floor, back to the apron, out of view, leaving her sedative-soaked cotton under the ring for some unfortunate mope to find later in the evening.
The jeering crowd received only a shrug from the oblivious official. He readied a count for both women when a wincing Dream crawled slowly to Crane. She flopped across Maddy in a Crossbody Press, unwilling to use her bad limb to cradle up Crane’s legs.
The FAWNatics groaned as the official dutifully slapped the mat for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!?!?!?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Maddy shoved a shoulder up. Somewhere from the deep recesses of semi-consciousness she emerged, even Dr. Blassenville’s medicine cabinet concoction unable to keep her down.
Lisa sat up next to the splayed Maddy, staring at her long-legged physician in wonder both at Crane and how her perfection had brought her to the edge of victory, when she was nearly ready to surrender. A soft turn of Celia’s head and a whispered “Dream time” brought a nod from the Personification of Perfection.
Painfully, Lisa pushed to her feet and, just as achingly, she tugged the mostly deadweight of Maddy up after. With the nurses joining Blassenville on either side of the MD, all three beamed at their prize patient when Lisa moved shoulder to shoulder with a wobbly Maddy. The Dream circled her good arm around the front of Crane’s throat and around the back of her neck while slipping her head under a loose limb of the redhead’s.
Even in her harried condition, Lisa knew what to do from here, her body acting instinctively, The Dream throwing up her near leg to gain a little added momentum, then swinging it back like a pendulum as she laid out chest-first to the canvas and PLANTED Maddy’s skull into the deck with a sickening THUD.
The silenced loudmouth was left in a demolished headstand for a split-second before she tumblef over, out cold from the Day Dreamer.
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU
With Crane coldcocked, the Luscious One slithered to her foe and draped her good arm across Maddy’s chest. The ref hesitated for a moment but a clearing of the throat from Blassenville shook the man out of his stupor. He dropped to one knee and slapped out an anticlimactic...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
He called for the bell as Lisa’s medical crew stormed the squared circle to tend to the victor while the Ring Announcer made things official to the great displeasure of the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…the one, the only, LISA DREAM!”
The Sisters of Mercy gently hel[ed Lisa to her feet, careful not to jar her aching shoulder, and each added a stomp at the carcass of the redhead so The Dream wouldn’t have to expend the energy.
“You see, Lisa,” Dr. Blassenville noted, “just take my prescription, follow the regimen and we’ll make you more perfect than you’ve ever been. So much so, even these Dreamophobes won’t be able to deny it.”
Lisa glanced down at the demolished Crane.
“Just like that motormouthed boor of a Wannadream can’t deny it,” Celia continued, “even when she wakes up.”
Buoyed by her nurses, Lisa glided to a corner and was helped to a stance on the middle ropes so she could revel in another flawless victory, another step taken on her long road back to the perfection that was the FAWN World Championship.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
With the jeers already rising to a crescendo, a FAWN icon, not to mention various other wrestling organizations, stepped through the curtain, Lisa certain she’d immediately sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile in the house, which, no matter how much they’d deny it, meant everyone.
LISA DREAM:
Beside her in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt was the good doctor, Celia Blassenville. The powerful redhead moved close to The Dream’s right shoulder and whispered in her patient’s ear.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
And just when it seemed the crowd’s ire could not be raised further, two beautiful, brutal brunettes joined the devious doctor and her perfect patient. The Sisters of Mercy, apparently now nurses to the stars, assembled at Dr. Blassenville’s side, clad in stylized nursing garb that put many a heartbeat into a-fib, white vinyl in all the necessary places, but little more, surgical gloves already tightly in place.
DEBORAH HURT:
KRISTIN MANNERS:
Celia nodded and the foursome moved forward, the Luscious One leading the way down the ramp and aisle. The assembled booed their lungs out, Lisa scoffing and scowling at the Wannadreams.
Dream was in skin-tight, dark cow-skin; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless, 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 reached down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, as always or nearly, frustrated at not being able to view the flawless, alabaster stems of the Personification of Perfection. A series of leather ‘strings’ cobwebbed across her back to keep the vest in place, though they also left a considerable portion of her ivory back in view.
Reaching the ring, the flawless brunette climbed the ring steps, Celia joining her on the apron while Nurse Manners and Nurse Hurt glanced through the stands, seemingly assessing if it was eighty or ninety percent of the FAWNatics that needed a shot of penicillin.
As the good doctor offered final instructions to her case study, the Ring Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied by Dr. Celia Blassenville, and Registered Nurses and Weapons Deborah Hurt and Kristin Manners, the Sisters of Mercy; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Luscious One herself...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream stepped through the cables. She moved to center stage while Celia strode back down the steps to the floor below, settling into a corner with her nurses.
Inside the ring, Lisa showws silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Are you ready?” she asked nonchalantly.
The crowd mixed a confused murmur into their hatred.
“…ready for perfection to reach a new higher level? It may sound implausible, impossible, but that’s what The Dream does. I make the impossible…commonplace.”
Satisfied at having schooled the jeering fans, Lisa strutted to her corner and gently turned the stick over to Dr. Blassenville apparently just in time for Miss Mouthy to put in her extremely obnoxious two cents.
Forcing himself to sound enthusiastic even though it would amount to nothing, the Announcer took a deep breath and said, “And introducing her oppo--” The mic went dead, much to the delight of everyone save that poor dope and everyone in Lisa’s attendant staff.
MADDY CRANE:
Summoned by the sound of laughter on a large scale, Maddy Crane dipped through the curtain, a wide, crooked smile already on her lips. Dressed in a purplish black ’Welcome to Night Vale’ baby-tee that covered her ring attire while providing an excellent view of shiny red boots and pads, the Princess of the Punchline rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then pulled a mic from behind her back. “Ya know, normally I come out here and we have some laughs before the fighting starts, but tonight I have a very serious question for you all.” Maddy looked around and nodded solemnly to prove she wasn’t foolin’. “Just how MANY creepy weirdos does it take to make Lisa Dream feel good about herself? Right now I count the good doctor Head Trip, when did you get your PHD, by the way, Celia? University of Phoenix finally open their Mad Scientist program? And those two Silent Hill Cast Offs last seen terrorizing the Jungle’s Halloween party. So that’s at least three, but just how many brave, underpaid techs does it take to get Lisa’s fat legs into those leather pants? Trick question! They don’t actually use techs, but a modified sausage caser, it’s the only way to make that much flab look so fab. Secret’s out, Lis!”
The Dream looked far from amused, in fact she looked ready to spit nails when she beckoned the redhead down the aisle.
Maddy shook her head ‘no’. “Be patient, asshopper. What am I saying, you’re already a patient! Point is, I’ve got one more riddle for ya. How many chicks does it take to shatter your pathetic delusions once and for all? Just one. She hails from from the Red Hook section of Brooklyn, New York, weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds and stands a five feet five inches tall. She is the Doc prankin’, nurse crankin’, DREAM SPANKIN’ ONLY REDHEAD YOU WILL EVER NEED! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SHE IS MADDY CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!”
GET OVER IT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvEk_TWNDV4
Cheers from the front row all the way to the cheap seats contended with the speakers when they started into the clap, stomp, clap opening of Ok Go’s ‘Get Over It‘. Flinging her mic to a tech hiding just off camera, Maddy peeled off the tee-shirt and started into a little shoulder rolling, hip-shimmying bebop as she made her way to the squared circle. For this battle with a FAWN’s most dedicated megalomaniac, the Glad Bomber wore a black sports bra top and matching bikini bottoms crisscrossed with thin red belts worn bandolier style. As mentioned previously her pads and boots were the same shiny red while the latter was emblazoned with @#$&*! in bold white strokes.
Mouth going several miles a minute, Mads fired off about three dozen quips to the aisle-side fans before she hopped onto the apron and waggled her hips to draw attention to the ‘DREAM OFF! writ on the seat of her trunks. Once they’d had a good look she dipped through the ropes and went straight to center ring where she extended an open armed challenge to the Ultimate Image. Lisa only rolled her eyes, so Crane blew her a kiss, then backed into the opposite corner for final inspection.
More confident than ever with Celia and the ‘Sisters’ at ringside, Lisa came out of her corner with the ‘CLANG’ of the bell, FAWN’s Ultimate Image of Human Perfection eager to share her message of ferocious flawlessness with another hapless Dreamophobe. Maddy Crane started out just as quickly. Slapping Gabby Mendoza’s face all up n’ down the house show circuit was fine, but she wanted a steady ticket back to the pay-per-view scene and beating down a megalomaniacal ex-World Champion was as sure a bet as any.
Uncharacteristic quiet from both ladies as they reached the center of the ring and started to circle. Wary as only one could be when facing an opponent for the first time, brunette and redhead each made a few plays for her opponent’s hands or shoulders but didn’t press the issue when their intended prey pulled out of range. A knowing look crossed Lisa’s face after a few passes and she reared back for a lunge, only to throw up her hands in disgust.
“I’m sorry, I can’t go on pretending this little Wannadream is worth my time.” she sniped to referee Craig Long. “I should be facing that pudgy gymnast or the scrawny Burlingame for their titles, better yet, I should be divesting Emily West of the World Championship.” She turned to Maddy and sniffed. “Not outclassing this no-talent piece of crap.” Crane opened her mouth in protest, then snapped it shut when Dream raised an imperious index finger. “Did I say you could talk? No, I did not. This is actually your lucky night, Wannadream. You’re going to collect a pay-per-view check without taking the most perfect beating of…. this thing you call a career. And all you have to do…” Lisa stomped over to the side of the ring facing the apron and sat down on the middle rope. Gripping the top strand from the bottom, she pushed up, opening a wide gap in the ropes. “…is get out of my ring right now. Oh, and if you see a REAL wrestler waiting behind the curtain, feel free to send them down for your beating.”
Hands on her hips, Maddy looked from Lisa to the ropes and back again. “Really?”
Dream practically coughed up a lung, she sighed so hard. “Yes, REALLY, Wannadream. I’ve destroyed former champions and world class fighters in the last few months, I’m not going to cheapen the value of those trophies with your mangy pelt. Now GO.”
She pointed between the ropes for emphasis and now it was Maddy’s turn to sigh. “All right,” the redhead replied in a tone of defeated resignation. “The Dream wants what she wants.”
“That’s the smartest thing that ever has or ever will come out of your mouth.” Lisa noted as Crane shuffled over. “Keep making observations like that and maybe you’ll be ready to kiss my Dreamy boot in five or ten yeaNNNNNNGGGHHH!”
The crowd erupted in an even mix of guffaws and applause when Maddy reared back on her left heel and THWHAPPED her right foot flush across Lisa’s leather-sheathed chest. Caught unawares by the Side Kick, Lisa was knocked backward through the ropes and hit the floor just beside the apron in an ungainly, squawking sprawl. “YOU WANT ME OUTTA THIS RING, BABY?” Crane bellowed down from her new perch on the second rope. “THEN COME ON BACK IN AND FRAKKIN’ MAKE ME!” Mads hopped down and backed off, boldly claiming the center of the squared circle for herself while Lisa returned to incredulous verticality.
Eying the notorious motor-mouth like she was some sort of plush toy that’d suddenly sprang to razor tongued sentience, Dream raked a hand through her hair and asked, “Do you know who you’re dealing with, Wannadream?”
“Sure do.” Maddy shot back without missing a beat. “You’re the chick who wears leather Spanx to cover up her fat legs. You know that leads to earlier varicose veins, right?”
Lisa Dream genuinely couldn’t believe it. She’d been buzz-sawing through every opponent since late last fall and yet this bytch didn’t offer her the slightest bit of deference, let alone respect. Quite certain that would change very shortly, Lisa climbed onto the apron, stepped through the ropes and went straight for the redhead. Maddy raised her hands in response, not for a clench, but well over her head in the droopy-wristed ‘Y’ that was the hallmark of her Crane Ki-- Lisa twisted aside the instant Mads pushed up on one foot, then muttered a vicious curse when the Original Pranksta’ settled down without doing a damned thing.
“Knock off that adolescent garbage right now!” Dream commanded before once again resuming her march. “I am the most perfect World Champion in FAWN’s history and I deserve your respOOOOOWW!”
Maddy darted in and pounded her knuckles into the brunette’s left bicep, just below her shoulder. “That’s two for flinching.” she explained to the fuming, flabbergasted Dream. “Next time don’t turn away like--”
The punchline never came because Lisa pounced, thus sweeping the smaller battler into an angry Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Working her fingers into Crane’s hair almost at once, Lisa wrenched her foe’s head from side to side and used the illegal grip to march Maddy into the buckles closest to Celia and the Sisters. Wedged between a rock and a Dreamy place, Mads had nowhere to go, not that it stopped the leather-clad lovely from trying to walk through her. “Gett’er offa me, Craig. I‘m in the ropes.” Crane grunted as Lisa did everything she could to remove her hair in fist-sized bunches.
“Oh, he can’t help you.” Dream scoffed at her foe’s naiveté. “He can offer suggestions, even try to influence my actions with threats and bribery, but in the end he’s powerless against me.” To prove it she pulled one hand from Maddy’s hair and patted / slapped her cheek repeatedly. “See, Wannadream?” Lisa cooed after a hard tug and slap combo finally started the official’s count. “Bribery and empty threats. I’ll play along now, if only to reinforce his delusion of control.”
Long didn’t care why Lisa let go at ‘FOUR’, only that she did. As an added bonus, she did so with her hands raised to shoulder level, the sort of clean break he almost never got from the Personification of Perfection. He was just about to thank the Dream for her cooperation when Maddy took a giant step forward and just PASTED Lisa’s cheek with a welt-raising Bytch Slap.
“I live by a simple philosophy, Lis. Talk shyt, get HHHNNNNNNGH!”
Lisa smacked her right back, then lowered a shoulder and slammed it into the redhead’s belly, all the better to drive her back against the buckles. Curling her hands around the middle rope for extra ‘ooomph’, Dream rocked back on her heels to power two stiff Shoulderblocks. The third was heading for home when Crane shifted her weight ever so slightly and brought her left knee up fast and hard against Dream’s right shoulder. Lisa snarled and staggered back, the unexpected counterattack knocking her off balance.
Taking Dream’s shoulder to her knee hadn’t been pleasant for Mads either, but she shoved it aside in favor of striding out of the corner to deliver another echoing Bytch Slap. Lisa didn’t go down, she did however stumble around in a half circle which gave Crane tacit permission to latch onto her waistband and the nape of her neck. Swinging ‘em both back the way they’d come, the Queen of the Facebusters bent Lisa forward and propelled her between the top and middle buckles to TWHUNK her left shoulder against the unforgiving steel post. Lisa cried out and reached for her shoulder, was in fact still doing so when Crane wrenched her loose of the corner and tossed her into a facedown sprawl on the mat.
Maddy joined her shortly thereafter and helped herself to the brunette’s arm on arrival. Gripping Dream’s wrist in her right hand, the Sultana of Slapstick reached under her foe’s outstretched limb with her left hand and took hold of her own right forearm for extra leverage. With most of her bodyweight pressed down upon Lisa’s left shoulder, Maddy planted her feet and REEFED back in search of a shockingly early submission via Fujiwara Armbar.
FUJIWARA ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgqQXjiu2DE
Lisa bit her lower lip, trying to stifle any verbal response to the work Crane had put in on her throbbing joint, but another wrench from Maddy made it impossible. The Dream yelped in pain, unable to break free but able to shift her position on the canvas. Rotating her body slowly, Lisa draped an ankle over the bottom rope. Unfortunately for The Dream, it’s Maddy’s turn to test the willingness of the official to start his count and the redhead got a full seven-eight seconds of additional work in on the focus of the night before she’s forced to release.
Crane scampered to her feet only to add ‘farewell for now’ stomp to that same left shoulder as a parting gift. The Personification of Perfection cradled the limb in close as Dr. Blassenville decided to make a house call, Celia directing Nurse Manners to grab an ankle and slide Lisa out of the ring for a consultation.
Maddy threw up her arms as Nurse Hurt provided some physical therapy to Blassenville’s prize patient. She turned to the ref.
“So she gets her own personal General Hospital on the sidelines?”
All the official could do was move to the ropes and start his count. Nurse Manners rubbed Lisa’s temples and Nurse Hurt gave a few more massaging squeezes to the shoulder before the Sisters sent the Ultimate image back into play. Lisa climbed the apron and demanded the loudmouth be moved back. When the leather-clad grappler felt the range was sufficient, she entered and circled.
“Whenever you’re ready to wrestle like a professional,” Lisa said, “as poor a professional as you might be, then I invite you to attempt to give these people what they paid for. If you’re going to be a thug, you’ll be treated as such.”
Maddy gave a mock gang sign. “It’s a thug’s life, beeyotch. Yo.”
Crane folded her hands across her chest, a rare ginger gansta. But when she did, Lisa shot a Toe Kick into her foe’s lower abdomen, thankfully ending the chance Maddy might break out her latest rhyme.
With Maddy doubled in front of her, Lisa twisted her body to collect an over-the-shoulder Three Quarters Facelock on the silenced Sultana of Slapstick. The narcissist Snap Mared Maddy to the deck, Crane crunching down on her tailbone. The instant tush hit plywood, Lisa was already on the move, racing to the ropes behind Crane. She rebounded toward her target, leaping into a low front flip when she reached Maddy. The Dream grabbed the big talker’s noggin on the way over the redhead’s right shoulder and she sent Crane’s forehead THUMPING to the mat between her foe’s outstretched legs. Crane’s head and upper body snapped back violently from the impact, Maddy ending in a glassy-eyed starfish while The Dream, showing just a glimmer of why she’s survived fifteen years in the game, rolled to her feet with what some considered surprising agility.
With the Mistress of Snark situated perfectly, The Dream immediately headed for the ropes again, this time to the set to Maddy’s right. Lisa leapt into the middle strand, grabbing the top as she did. Springing lightly into a an impeccable back-flip, Lisa splashed across the open tummy of the lithe redhead with her Dreamysault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gy-GoXEiXqY
A burst of breath escaped Crane’s lips as she folded into a jackknifed ‘V’ under the avalanche of awesome. When she settled back to prostrate, Lisa quickly hooked the far leg and rolled Crane into a tight ball for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The ‘Quick Lip’ kicked her way free, shoving a shoulder off the canvas. On the sidelines, Dr. Blassenville offered some positive reinforcement for the businesslike manner in which Lisa had taken control and the Sisters of Mercy added their two cents, their claps muffled somewhat by the shoulder-length surgical gloves they wore.
The leather-clad beauty rose, bringing Crane with her, and Maddy brought with her a balled right fist that clunked into Lisa’s jaw, staggering The Dream. The New Yorker tried to respond in kind, but her right cross was deftly intercepted by the redhead who NAILED Lisa again, The Dream’s head sent on a violent swivel. Determined, The Dream returned fire only to fail to reach the target again.
Apparently figuring the third time was the charm for laying Lisa out, Maddy wound up a super-sized bolo uppercut that would have likely lifted Lisa to tiptoes and beyond. But before it could impact, Lisa swung a knee into Maddy’s navel that took the steam out of the effort and left a gasping Crane bent at the waist.
Swinging an uppercut of her own, Lisa’s went across the throat of the redhead, The Dream spinning as she collected Maddy around the neck. The flawless specimen laid out and spiked Maddy’s chin into the deck like a lawn dart with her Dreamy Cutter.
DREAMY CUTTER @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJkJC1qcK9Q
Maddy slopped to her back from the force of the dreaminess and Lisa floated across the sprawled Crane in a Lateral Press, again hooking a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
With things looking significantly less jovial for the Jokester, the crowd worked themselves into a froth when the good doctor and the naughty nurses tried to convince the Dreamophiles in the crowd to show their support. The few erudite members of the arena’s contingent followed Celia, Kristin and Deborah’s lead, but most gave the Ultimate Image her usual response.
Ignoring the Wannadreams and Dreamophobes, Lisa again pulled up a now lethargic and limp Crane with her. Keeping Maddy bent at the waist, The Dream tugged Crane’s braincase between her luscious, leather-clad thighs and clamped down on a Standing Headscissors. Everyone in the arena knew what’s coming next and, at least for the moment, the FAWNatics seemed to want Lisa to succeed, the assembled apparently in the mood for a little Bittersweet Symphony to be played on Maddy’s rump.
Love her or hate her (and most did both in the same breath) Lisa Dream had succeeded in making fan and detractor alike an aficionado of high speed gluteal jazz and tonight’s performance was no exception. She started slow, a few flat-palmed swats to each cheek, just to get a feel for her ‘instrument’. Dream felt the redhead wince between her thighs but Crane held her notorious tongue, so she picked up the pace, cupping her hands slightly to get a better echo on each SPANKING lick. Finding the groove she liked in less than ten seconds, Lisa gradually sped up, her hands flying with the speed and precision of a street corner ‘follow the ace’ huckster.
Even the most tin-eared FAWNatics had to appreciate the spankity-spankity-spank-spank-SPANK of Dream’s Symphony, all save Maddy that was, who couldn’t help but yip with pain as Lisa’s prints grew more and more pronounced on her previously unmarred buns. Pleased with the beads of sweat dotting her perfect forehead, Lisa kicked it into high gear, delivering licks straight from the shoulder, a true butt-blistering crescendo that had the folks in the front row cringing right alongside the unfortunate Ms. Crane. Keeping at it until her sore shoulder started to kick up again, the Ultimate Image finished with a trio of three double handed SMACKS and a white-knuckled claw that made Maddy shriek like she’d been touched with a hot poker.
“That’s right, scream little Wannadream.” Lisa huffed as she mopped the sweat from her brow. “Scream yourself hoarse in the presence of true perfection.” Alas Crane could do nothing but swat at the Dream’s leather-sheathed gams, so Lisa leaned forward and wrapped both arms around her foe’s waist. With a dip and a grunt she spun Maddy onto her shoulders, this particular Symphony apparently set to encore with a thunderous Powerbomb.
But Maddy, philistine that she was, had other ideas.
Locking her ankles, the redhead squeezed down on Lisa’s noggin and voiced her displeasure with the set by pounding her knuckles into the Dream’s face over and over again. Unable to protect her head without giving up control over Crane’s hips, the former World Champion staggered back, caught her balance and reared back on her heels. Sensing the Powerbomb looming over her shoulder, Mads treated Lisa to a Three Stooges-style eye poke, then uncrossed her ankles when Dream finally released her waist. Maddy torqued her hips and spun around to end up seated on Lisa’s shoulders from behind. Then she pushed up just high enough to clear the brunette’s head and curled into a tuck and roll, her legs curling tight under Dream’s armpits in mid-descent. Still half-blind from the cheater’s tricks, Lisa mentally prepared herself to fight out of a Victory Roll and was all the more surprised when Crane swung through her legs and yanked the Dream down into a THWHUMPING face-on-canvas collision.
VICTORY ROLL FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfdoaDx_3dU
The Victory Roll Facebuster bounced Dream up a good six inches and Maddy probably could’ve rolled her over for a long two if she’d been of the mind. But she was not of the mind, not with the feel of phantom hands still fresh on her stinging cheeks. No, at that moment Maddy Crane had vengeance on her mind. And she knew just how to get it. Threading her legs over Lisa’s biceps to keep her spread out and facedown, the Queen of the Facebusters leaned forward, reached around to the Dream’s waist and started fumbling with something.
On the outside, Celia Blassenville furrowed her brow. She had a good idea of what the redheaded reprobate was doing and she didn’t much care to think what it would do for her patient’s condition. “You!” the Temptress barked at the referee. “Stop her right now! My patient doesn’t deserve to be pawed by a grubby woman-child in the middle of that--”
‘Ring’ was cut off by resounding cheers from the FAWNatics as Maddy undid the button on Lisa’s leather and managed to shuck that slick black armor down beyond the curve of her foe’s Dreamy buttocks. Lisa, who’s world had been little more than sworls of color following the Facebuster, grew hyper-alert when she felt the cool air of the arena sweep across her be-thonged backside. Planting her hands against the mat, she pushed herself up, only to be forced back down by Maddy’s ankles, which were crossed in a tight ‘X’ against the back of her neck. “You’re making a GRAVE mistake, Wannadream.” Lisa hissed. “Exposing my perfection was crime enough, but if you carry through on OW! OW! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT OOOOOOOOWWWWW!”
Maddy wasn’t a percussive genius like Lisa, she was more a guitar girl, but she’d spanked her share of brats during the course of her career and now she added Lisa’s name to that list. Attacking with both hands, Maddy didn’t just spank, she interspersed them with rakes, squeezes and pinches, the latter deftly worked into the deep crease between glute and thigh to inflict the most hurt. Determined to avenge her own heinous assault, Crane kept at it even after the Dream’s thrashing came dangerously close to setting her free. Ending it only when Lisa’s cheeks were as welted and tender as her own, Maddy chided, “Nice thong, Lis. Wearing it a little too low though. Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you.” She grabbed a handful of Lisa’s scant briefs, twisted them around her fist and YANKED the stretchy material deep into the Dream’s defenseless crack.
Lisa roared with pain and twisted hard, the red-faced, red-cheeked brunette finally escaping Crane’s clutches. Spurred by a nauseating mixture of rage and embarrassment, Lisa barrel-rolled across the canvas and slid out onto the floor, where the Sisters of Mercy had positioned themselves only moments prior. “That bytch tried to maul me!” Lisa barked as Hurt and Manners set about tending to her aches and pains. “I want her brought up on charges! No one tries to strip me and gets away with--”
“LOOK OUT!”
Celia’s warning came with just enough time to let Lisa and the Sisters look up. There they saw Maddy Crane coming off the top rope with the Springboard Spaceman Plancha that brought her crashing down on the trio of brunettes immediately thereafter.
SPRINGBOARD SPACEMAN PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v52blOBAPpg
Hurrying to boot-leather amidst the wreckage she’d made, the Happy Anarchist booted Kristen and Deborah aside to get at Lisa, who was doing her best to crawl away from the crash. “Where you going, Lis? The ass kicking’s back that way.” She snatched the penitent brunette at neck and waist, dragged her upright and swung around to toss her under the bottom rope. Crane slid in after her following a single wary glance in Celia’s direction told her the not-so-good doctor was keeping a safe distance.
“Gotta hand it to you, Lis, you gave my ass a pretty good working over. Kinda felt like a Tri Delt pledge at the end of rush week, so congrats on that.” Maddy helped herself to a handful of Lisa’s hair, lifted her to all fours and promptly applied a Standing Headscissors of her own. “Of course, people who touch my ass without express written permission tend to have all sorts of unpleasant accidents, so be on your guard for the next few days, ok? Like, don’t walk under any hanging pianos or visit a dynamite factory.”
Dream squirmed fitfully in the Headscissors but couldn’t free herself before Crane wrapped her up around the waist and hoisted her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Holding Lisa aloft was more cumbersome than in looked, yet Maddy still managed to take her on a full circuit of the squared circle before she stepped out into the center and swung the brunette forward and down while simultaneously dropping to one knee to TWHUMP Lisa’s sore left shoulder against the bony joint. The Ultimate Image sobbed and went rolling, her left arm pulled across her chest as tight as she could manage.
SHOULDERBREAKER @ 1:48
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EW7hr0YPi-A
Maddy stalked after her and latched on by the hair well before Dream could escape to her nurses again. Dragging her back out into deep water, Crane snatched Lisa’s left wrist in both hands and yanked it away from the dubious protection of her torso. With the Dream balanced on all threes, Maddy draped the former World Champion’s wrist across her right shoulder, clasped her hands tight Lisa’s left shoulder and dropped into a deep, angry crouch that put incredible pressure on the already sore joint. “Give it up, Lisa.” Maddy said without a trace of snark in her voice. “Give it before I prove that no one would shed a tear if I broke your arm.”
SHOULDER HOLD @ 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EW7hr0YPi-A
The Ultimate Image clenched her teeth until another twist sent a howl echoing through the arena. Dream responded with a violent shake of her head when the official asked if she wanted to surrender.
“If I give in to this Wannadream,” the brunette said, “What am I?”
“An egomaniac with a working arm,” came the rejoinder from the Roastmaster General.
Lisa worked her way painfully up to one knee as Crane moved to a more upright stance. Lisa’s flawless face was twisted in equal reaction to the ferocious jerking of her limb and the socket to where it was attached.
“AHHGAWWWD!”
“Sorry, Pappy isn’t here to save you. I hear she’s out stomping up a new vintage.”
The throbbing arm spurring her on, Dream hooked her remaining hand around an ankle and ripped Maddy off her feet. Both women tumbled to horizontal, but the Sultana of Slapstick made the best of it, folding the captured limb in a Chickenwing behind Lisa’s back.
With her opposite hand, the redhead popped into a brief handstand and came barreling down, her right knee leading the way into The Dream’s knotted shoulder. Lisa screamed as if the joint’s been dislocated, but a quick visual from Manners and a shake of the nurse’s head elicited a nod from Blassenville and a call from the good doctor for Lisa to bear down.
The Luscious One scraped her way along the canvas, gathering the few extra inches needed, and wrapped her free hand tightly around the bottom cable, squealing for release. Thankfully for the nasty New Yorker, the ref was immediate in his count and Maddy got only an extra ‘FOUR’ before releasing , raising her hands high as if she’ll back away clean, before putting a stomping exclamation point on the still awkwardly creased limb.
A pitiful moan emerged when Lisa drew her arm back into a more reasonable angle and again she cradled the injured wing close. The Dream started to roll out for another therapy session, but this time Crane proved too quick.
Grabbing Lisa by the noggin she yanked a mewling Dream away from her medical team, leading her to the center.
“You don’t want to run up too big a bill,” Maddy advised. “You know Bethany and workman’s comp claims. Good luck on getting a free sling after this match.”
Maddy exchanged her grip to one on the left wrist, pulled the limb away from Lisa’s body and lifted it high.
“No, no, NO!” Lisa pleaded, holding up her opposite hand plaintively, the demanding tone a thing of the past, at least for the moment.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a free country, which means…”
Crane buggywhipped the arm and, instead of the cracking sound of a whip, there’s a shriek from Lisa as her shoulder threatened to become unhinged. Apparently, the sound from Lisa spurred Crane for more as she repeated the process not once but twice before releasing, leaving a sobbing Dream with a dead left arm hanging limp at her side.
With The Dream distracted in the extreme, the raucous redhead moved to a neutral corner behind Lisa and thankfully away from Lisa’s medical team. She easily popped to the top buckle. With Dream trying to gingerly work at her ravaged joint, Maddy skied away from the corner and delivers a bootytastic message with her signature Snark Attack, an embarrassing and painful Ass Punch.
SNARK ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTrBYAJTMQs
Lisa lurched forward, nearly ejecting herself through the ropes, but she got hung up on the middle strand, her head and torso on one side, her legs and backside on the inner with her hands glued to her derriere.
It’s like dinner time for Crane. Room service as it were. She surged forward and parted both Lisa hands and her cheeks with a stomp that sent a yelping brunette bouncing on the rubber-coated, steel cable but not out. When the Sisters moved to put an end to this butt beatdown and pull The Dream out of the ring, Maddy wrapped her arms around Lisa’s waist and drew her away.
Already captured in the Bear Hug from behind, Lisa’s saggy frame was in an upside-down ‘V’ in Maddy’s grasp. The redhead started to swing back the faltering Dream before reversing course, SLAMMING Lisa’s face and chest into the deck, her still partially exposed cheeks giving a jiggle at impact. Crane shoveled Lisa to her back and covered with the Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
FAWN’s legend in her own mind rolled to a shoulder, then, realizing it’s the aching one, spasmed to her chest like she’s on fire. The Doctor and nurses tasked to better her perfection gave her an encouraging hand, this time via applause, but none of the three could hide they didn’t like what they saw. And none seemed at all happy when Maddy grabbed the wrist of the aching arm, yanked the Ultimate Image to her feet and folded the limb behind Lisa’s back again.
With it pinned by her tight embrace, Maddy encircling Lisa’s waist, the redhead vaulted Dream into the air, this time following through with the Suplex, deciding to work the arm again by sending Lisa crashing atop the limb, her own bodyweight adding to the brutal impact.
Only Crane heard no expected CRASH behind her. Lisa managed to rotate herself through and landed on her feet. When Maddy turned there’s a Spinning Heel Kick with her name on it and the boot THWUMPED into her mug, sending her sprawling to the deck.
The FAWNatics seemed more than satisfied when Lisa couldn’t follow up, the brunette lying not far from her dazed auburn-haired counterpart, wincing as she tried to relieve the throb from her savaged arm. In the end, she managed to push through the pain and clumsily, with one arm still dangling, get to her feet.
With Maddy on all fours and Lisa behind, The Dream clearly knew what to do when she had only one good arm at her disposal. Stepping forward, she genuflected and swung a five-tined uppercut in from behind, parting Crane’s legs with a claw to Maddy’s undercarriage. Digging the digits in deep, Lisa, after making Crane her bongos, now seemed determined to make the loudmouth her hand puppet.
Very much aware that this filthy little brat was trying to lessen her, Dream swung around to Maddy’s left side without breaking the Claw and slammed a stubby little Kneelift into the redhead’s ribs. Mads grunted and curled up around the point of impact, albeit not quite as tight as the Dream would’ve liked. So she pounded another Kneelift home and when Crane’s forehead touched the canvas Lisa lifted her left knee and planted it firmly against the back of her neck. Bearing down with all the weight she could manage, Dream braced her bad hand against the other woman’s back and increased the pressure on Crane’s togs.
“Give it up, Wannadream!” Lisa barked. “Or I can’t be held responsible for where this questionable scrap of spandex might end the night.” She corkscrewed her wrist for extra emphasis.
Trapped at an incredibly awkward angle, Crane tried to twist her head loose, but Lisa bore down that much harder and she forced herself to endure it rather than leave half her face on the mat in the attempt. That left the rather daunting task of the Crotch Claw. Gritting her teeth against the gawdawful pain of it, she reached back with her right hand and grabbed hold of the Dream’s wrist.
A hard squeeze made Lisa growl, then gouge all the harder. “I mean it, Wannadream.” Lisa threatened. “Tap out right now or so help me I’ll make you my newest mic stand.”
Maddy’s blood ran cold at those words, but far from paralyzing her, it gave the redhead a new sense of clarity. “Tuff talk, big mouth.” Crane huffed as she shifted ever so slightly to the right. “How ya gonna do anything when you’ve only got one arm. Better question. Who’s going to sign your casSSSTTEEGGGH GAAAAAAHHHHH BYTCH!”
Lisa applied more pressure with her knee and took the Claw to the next level by working her questing fingers through one of the leg holes in Maddy’s togs. “Welcome to Old School FAWN, Wannadream.” Dream cooed as she attacked her prey in the most intimate of fashions. “If you don’t want to tap out, I could always get it some other waYYYYNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Maddy’s microadjusting finally paid off when she pulled her left arm between herself and Dream’s frame and promptly stuffed that elbow into Lisa’s center. Hissing with shock and pain, the Ultimate Image pulled her left knee away from Crane’s neck to better defend against future attacks. Her Claw however remained gamely in place, although far looser than only a few seconds prior.
Bound and determined to make Lisa let go before she crawled to the ropes, Maddy tried to grind another elbow into Dream’s groin and when that didn’t work, she reached across Lisa’s back and started to slap whatever she could find.
“You’re finished, Wannadream.” Lisa felt the strength in her grip returning even though the fingers in her clawin’ hand were starting to throb like a rotten tooth. “The only thing left for you is to beg my mercy before I show all these stupid people your disgusting O-FaceEERRRHHH OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW YOU JEALOUS WHORE!”
Maddy had stopped slapping when she stumbled across the bit of Lisa’s bottoms that’d been exposed during the tug of war in the ropes. Bunching it in her fist, she YANKED up and sawed from side to side in the hopes of splitting the former World Champion in half. The Law of Diminishing Returns (in the form of a hellacious, butt-splitting wedgie) forced the Dream to abandon her claw to better deal with the lycra flossing against her in the most unpleasant of fashions. Lucky for her Maddy let go the instant the Claw fell away and she crawled to the ropes as fast as her weakened limbs could go.
Speaking of Maddy, she’d just curled an arm around the bottom strand when Lisa grabbed both ankles and pulled. “GET OFF ME YOU CHEATING BYTCH! I‘M IN THE ROPES!”
“And as I already told you, that means nothing to me.” Lisa snarled.
It meant something to Craig and Maddy however and they tried to make Dream see season, the former with a firm yet stern warning, the latter by cursing up a streak so vile it’d raise Miriam Gaiman’s eyebrows. None of it worked however, Lisa simply wouldn’t be denied, even when Crane twisted over onto her back and added her other hand to the resistance. Urged on by Celia and the Sisters, Lisa stood up and carefully threaded Maddy’s legs over each shoulder even though putting any pressure on the left was most unpleasant. Tired of being ignored, Long took a step back from the action and started his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--” THAWHAM!”
Hands locked around Crane’s thighs, Lisa jerked up, stepped back and dropped to her tush, a brisk, nasty sequence of events that tore Mads loose from the ropes and planted her with a slightly truncated Sit-Out Powerbomb. Sliding her calves over the redhead’s biceps, Lisa leaned into those upturned haunches and waited for the…
PULL OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=agRbb-lEglk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Maddy brought her right leg up and down, thumping it like a blunt-bladed axe against Dream’s sore shoulder. Hurt all over again, the Ultimate Image scrambled to verticality and drilled half a dozen stomps into her opponent’s midsection. “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT!” she screamed at the groaning Sultana. “NO ONE HURTS ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!”
Almost salivating at the thought of making an example of this Wannadream, Lisa scraped Maddy off the mat and whipped her into the far corner. It was done with minimal assistance from her left hand, but Crane was still seeing stars after the Powerbomb and she only managed to twist around before BWUUUNGING back-first into the buckles. The first of what she hoped was many deep breaths was still in the inhalation phase when the Dream rushed in and THWHAPPED a right-armed Clothesline flush across her sternum. Maddy’s legs flew up but Lisa was pressed to close for her to topple, so she caught her balance, then almost lost it again when the megalomaniac whirled around and drew her into a Side Headlock, also secured with the right arm. Bearing down as best she could without being able to lock her hands, Lisa charged out of the corner, took to the skies and came down a good three quarters to the other corner with a Bulldog that THWONKED Maddy’s forehead against the mat.
RUNNING BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=riFK2Q2OVwM
Dream had meant to go for a cover as soon as Crane rolled onto her back, but she called a perfect audible when the Wannadream bounced to one knee. Bad arm held tight against her chest, Lisa stood up and backed into the corner Maddy faced. “Paid too much attention to my shoulder, Wannadream. My legs felt neglected. And when my legs feel neglected, faces get broken.” Lisa exploded out of the corner, drew back her right knee and ‘OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!’
The FAWNatics went nuts when Maddy sprang off her plant knee and THWHUMPED a perfect Crane Kick into Dream’s weakened shoulder. In the grip of a scream too large for her throat, Lisa stumbled around and went for the ropes only to voice a reedy little ‘NO!’ the instant Crane wrapped an arm around her throat.
All but painted against Lisa’s back, Mads hooked her left arm at the elbow, jerked it back at an unpleasant angle and deftly slipped her left arm through the small triangle created by forearm and bicep. Locking her hands in a knot against Lisa’s left cheek, the Queen of the Facebusters spun her foe around so hard Dream’s legs flew out from underneath. Just like that Maddy went down on her knees, the both of them landing with an unpleasant thump in the middle of the ring. Lisa was on her butt just long enough to realize the trouble, then Crane rolled her onto her tummy and somersaulted into a low, gorgeous bridge that put agonizing pressure on the Dream’s left shoulder.
FTW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujBO_gOPhyc
Lisa shrieked like the end of the world, a sound that got Nurses Manners and Hurt halfway onto the apron before Celia grabbed hold. “She MUSTN’T submit.” the Temptress told the Sisters of Mercy. “I can work with a pin, but a submission would undo everything I’ve worked so hard for. Get her out by any means necessary, I’ll help if I can.”
Crane continued to wrench on the injured wing of the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection, from her screams Dream clearly becoming less and less concerned who knew how wretchedly painful it was. Still, when the zebra dropped to one knee next to the writhing wrestlers, Maddy remaining in her precarious bridge, Lisa refused to say the magic words, though Nurse Hurt, leaping onto the mat outside the ropes, had some for the official.
The babyfaced brunette used some altogether inhospitable language, Deborah determined to make the referee aware Crane had pulled some manner of chicanery. And after the official got another shake of the head from the sobbing Lisa, the man rose to his feet and debated the Sister, demanding she drop to the floor.
As he went nose to nose, Nurse Manners slid in from the opposite side and hoofed it on all fours to the debilitating display put on by Maddy. After driving a Double Axhandle into the raised navel of the redhead, (the blow allowing Lisa to escape and roll away with a whimper) the Sister snatched a doused cotton ball out of the air tossed to her by Dr. Blassenville. Making sure to keep it far away from her nasal passages, Nurse Manners stuffed the wad over Maddy’s mouth and nose with one hand while keeping the back of her head cupped in the other.
Drawing ragged breaths after getting gutted by the ‘Sister’, Crane got a snoot and mouthful of ether rather than oxygen and, after the fight she’s already been in, it took little more than a few seconds for the redhead’s eyes to roll back in her head, lithe body falling limp.
With the anesthesia having worked its wonders, Nurse Manners scrambled out of the operating room, sliding out just as the oblivious arbiter turned to see two women down, though the brunette moved in fits and starts, rubbing at her wounded joint.
The striped-shirt rounded on Blassenville who accurately claimed she never set a foot inside. As for the gorgeous Nurse Manners, Kristin sat on the floor, back to the apron, out of view, leaving her sedative-soaked cotton under the ring for some unfortunate mope to find later in the evening.
The jeering crowd received only a shrug from the oblivious official. He readied a count for both women when a wincing Dream crawled slowly to Crane. She flopped across Maddy in a Crossbody Press, unwilling to use her bad limb to cradle up Crane’s legs.
The FAWNatics groaned as the official dutifully slapped the mat for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!?!?!?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Maddy shoved a shoulder up. Somewhere from the deep recesses of semi-consciousness she emerged, even Dr. Blassenville’s medicine cabinet concoction unable to keep her down.
Lisa sat up next to the splayed Maddy, staring at her long-legged physician in wonder both at Crane and how her perfection had brought her to the edge of victory, when she was nearly ready to surrender. A soft turn of Celia’s head and a whispered “Dream time” brought a nod from the Personification of Perfection.
Painfully, Lisa pushed to her feet and, just as achingly, she tugged the mostly deadweight of Maddy up after. With the nurses joining Blassenville on either side of the MD, all three beamed at their prize patient when Lisa moved shoulder to shoulder with a wobbly Maddy. The Dream circled her good arm around the front of Crane’s throat and around the back of her neck while slipping her head under a loose limb of the redhead’s.
Even in her harried condition, Lisa knew what to do from here, her body acting instinctively, The Dream throwing up her near leg to gain a little added momentum, then swinging it back like a pendulum as she laid out chest-first to the canvas and PLANTED Maddy’s skull into the deck with a sickening THUD.
The silenced loudmouth was left in a demolished headstand for a split-second before she tumblef over, out cold from the Day Dreamer.
DAY DREAMER:
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With Crane coldcocked, the Luscious One slithered to her foe and draped her good arm across Maddy’s chest. The ref hesitated for a moment but a clearing of the throat from Blassenville shook the man out of his stupor. He dropped to one knee and slapped out an anticlimactic...
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THREE!
He called for the bell as Lisa’s medical crew stormed the squared circle to tend to the victor while the Ring Announcer made things official to the great displeasure of the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall…the one, the only, LISA DREAM!”
The Sisters of Mercy gently hel[ed Lisa to her feet, careful not to jar her aching shoulder, and each added a stomp at the carcass of the redhead so The Dream wouldn’t have to expend the energy.
“You see, Lisa,” Dr. Blassenville noted, “just take my prescription, follow the regimen and we’ll make you more perfect than you’ve ever been. So much so, even these Dreamophobes won’t be able to deny it.”
Lisa glanced down at the demolished Crane.
“Just like that motormouthed boor of a Wannadream can’t deny it,” Celia continued, “even when she wakes up.”
Buoyed by her nurses, Lisa glided to a corner and was helped to a stance on the middle ropes so she could revel in another flawless victory, another step taken on her long road back to the perfection that was the FAWN World Championship.
