Post by alyadmirer on Jun 9, 2015 21:10:43 GMT
With the buzz of the crowd building in anticipation of the match to come, ‘Scandalous Scholastics’ by Gym Class Heroes began to pump through the arena’s speakers, the crowd quickly joining the music in welcoming tonight’s next two competitors.
SCANDALOUS SCHOLASTICS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZvxpV9zhAM
Entering from stage left, blonde and brunette strode assertively to center stage with cheery dispositions, clearly pumped to have made a rare Pay-Per-View. Holding their positions for a moment, the twosome turned toward each other and shared a high five before excitedly heading down the ramp.
Those assembled gave the teammates a rousing ovation, in no small part due to their enduring popularity with many fans despite less-than-stellar win-loss records in FAWN, though certainly knowing the opponents to come did not dissuade the FAWNatics from increasing their support.
AGNES APPLEBY:
CHARLOTTE COLES:
The P.T.A. marched confidently down the aisle, slapping at many of the outstretched hands as they made their way to the ring. Tonight Agnes wore a black one-piece with wide white trim and straps tied in a bow behind the neck, white ankle boots and black knee pads, while Charlotte was garbed all in pink, a one-piece with small ruffled trim, and boots to match.
Reaching the top of the steps, each spun to face the crowd waving and pointing at the adoring masses before each backed to the ropes behind them, one on either side of the buckles separating them, coiled their arms around the top cable and back flipped into the ring. The Announcer timed his introduction nicely as the team’s accompaniment faded.
“Tonight’s next match is a tag team battle scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. First, hailing from Waterboro, Maine, standing five feet, seven inches and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty four pounds, AGNES APPLEBY…and her partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina, at a height of five feet and three inches, weighing one-hundred and twenty two pounds, CHARLOTTE COLES…together they are PTA: THE PRETTY TUFF ANGELS!”
P.T.A. saluted the cheering fans, then combined in a hug/huddle, apparently planning for the onslaught of two top wrestlers known much more for their singles exploits. In fact, if Agnes’ scholarly research was correct it had been at least a decade since Dream deigned to have a partner, surely a point in their favor.
I AM MACHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flq30E6LI9E
Agnes and Charlotte were deep in conversation when the lights went dead and the speakers came to life with the eerie, hard-charging opening riff of Three Days Grace’s ‘I Am Machine’. The ‘tron above the stage flickered back on, not showing the usual entrance video but black and white Rorschacht pattern that seemed to shift just enough to hurt your eyes if you looked at it long enough. The light of this flickering oddity was enough to reveal a quartet of figures, all of whom were promptly identified by the Announcer.
DEBORAH HURT:
KRISTIN MANNERS:
“And introducing their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by the Sisters of Mercy, first, hailing from New Cannan, Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, she is CELIA BLASSENVILLE! And her partner, hailing from New York City, New York, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs it at one hundred and fifteen pounds, this is the one, the only, LISA DREAM!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
LISA DREAM:
The boos that rained down provided the impetus for the foursome to start down the ramp with Nurses Hurt and Manners flanking the Ultimate Image on each side with the Crimson Cagliostro bringing the heavy artillery at the rear.
For her first tag match in a very long time (Agnes’s research was correct in that regard) Dream wore the sartorial perfection of her favorite black leather vest, sleeveless and 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.
As for the Dream’s perfectly evil doctor, Celia wore a gleaming black lycca one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble was finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. There were plenty of boos and catcalls and even more poorly worded signs thrust in their direction. Celia ignored them all, save for a simple black and white effort that bore a question she’d been waiting for one of these idiots to ask ever since she first reappeared with her new credentials.
It read: How the HELL did you get your doctorate?
Blassenville paused and offered the man a small, wicked smile. “That’s for me to know and you to dwell upon. Feel free to tweet your theories. I assure you all of them will be wrong.”
Leaving the idiot with far more questions than answers, Celia finished her walk to the ring but didn’t join Lisa within until she’d shared a quiet word with her nursing staff. Once that was done she climbed the steps and strode up behind Lisa, who had claimed the center to better stare daggers at Appleby and Coles.
“Look at those two insects.” the Dream growled. “Their imperfections are offensive to the eye. Nauseating even. I want to hurt them. Right now.”
Blassenville laid a comforting hand on her shoulders. “Good things come to those who wait, Lisa. And malevolent, horrific things happen to those too foolish to run. You are the former, they are the latter. Patience just a little longer and your reward will be all the more satisfying.”
Lisa let out a deep breath, then nodded once. “All right. But I go in first, ok?”
“Of course. To the corner now, let the man in stripes exert his imaginary authority.”
The Dream laughed nastily and they strode to the other side of the ring. She was still smirking when Merle came over to check her knees and elbow pads.
CLANG!
Agnes could tell from body language alone that Lisa wasn’t taking her or this match-up very seriously. Now that class was in session, Appleby meant to change that quickly and if need be, forcefully. Striding to the center of the ring, the one-time Maryland Teacher of the Year clapped her hands twice and said, “Eyes on me, Lisa. It’s time we began.”
Dream, who’d been exchanging last minute insights with her therapist, rolled her eyes and headed for her opponent only after a nod from Celia. “What pray tell, do you expect to teach me?” Lisa scoffed from well outside grappling range. “The only lingering question I have with regards to you and that pretty pink failure in the corner is the meaning of that foolish abbreviation you call a team name.” Agnes said nothing, so Lisa raised a hand and rubbed thoughtfully at her perfectly-proportioned chin. “P.T.A. Pathetic Tramps Association? Pitiful Trolls Assembly? Oh, I know! It’s cuh-learly NNNGGGHH!”
Appleby rapped the former World Champion’s cheek with a brisk smack, then snatched hold of her left wrist and stepped back, yanking it to full extension. This was followed by a hard stamp, Agnes snapping Dream’s arm up n’ down like a bull-whip. Lisa gasped and curled her right hand into a Haymaker that never got thrown because the other brunette twisted her arm in a wide circle that put nasty pressure on the Perfectionist’s shoulder.
Flashing back to the week she’d spent wearing a sling after March to War, Lisa grit her teeth and growled, “You’re walking down a DANGEROUS road, WannadreMERGH!”
Appleby twisted her foe’s arm a second time, then pivoted around behind her and forced Dream’s hand up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “I know I say this quite often.” Agnes noted, her tone unusually stern. “But it’s high time someone taught you a lesson, Lisa Dream.”
“Sure as hell won’t be you.” Dream muttered as she squirmed and adjusted against the simple joint-lock. “A curtain jerker like you should be grateful a true superstar even knows your name, Angie.”
That’s Ag--” Appleby cut herself off when Lisa snapped a right elbow over her shoulder. Pulling her head to the left, the taller brunette avoided the reprisal and made Lisa pay with a yank that forced her up on tiptoes. “It’s Agnes.” she continued. “And I have a feeling you’ll have no trouble remembering it by the time that bell rings again.”
Lisa didn’t answer with words this time around, instead she twisted down and left, a quick, sinuous move that would’ve put her on Appleby’s six with a Hammerlock of her own if the Exemplary Educator hadn’t remained glued to her back. Snarling with frustration, Dream caught Celia’s eye and promptly started toward her, Hammerlock or not. She made it all of three steps when Appleby halved the Hammerlock and PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the back of her opponent’s neck. Lisa staggered, then went down because Agnes put her foot against the pit of her left knee and applied some not so gentle pressure.
“Our time together is far from over, Lisa.” Smiling ever so slightly, Appleby cupped her free hand under the Dream’s chin and tilted her head back to force eye contact that Lisa didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Our time together is far from over, Lisa.” Agnes explained. “I’ll call on Celia when it’s her turn.”
A hard upward yank forced the Ultimate Image to boot leather and a bit of twisting on Appleby’s part got her back around front, albeit with the Hammerlock still stubbornly in place. With Lisa preoccupied by her twinged shoulder, Agnes sent her right arm through the other brunette’s legs and scooped her up onto the point of one shoulder. Ever aware of her surroundings, Appleby took several steps toward the friendlier side of town before she pushed onto her toes and tossed Lisa to the canvas with a Body Slam made all the worse because Lisa THWHAMMED down atop her trapped arm.
Agnes was just starting to admire her work thus far when a voice from over one shoulder asked, “Honing in on an old injury that might not be fully healed? What sort of example is that setting for those students you hold in such high esteem?”
The black-clad brunette bent down, collected Lisa’s noggin and hauled her into a sturdy Side Headlock before she turned to regard Blassenville. “Whatever you’ve done to this woman has only made her worse. I don’t tend to approve of corporal punishment in the classroom, but if it’s the only way to make Lisa see reason, then so be NNNNGGGHH!”
Lisa drove a pair of elbows into her foe’s stomach and wrenched clear of the Headlock. Furious with the shoddy treatment she’d received thus far, the Dream grabbed Appleby by the throat and paintbrushed both cheeks with a frenetic flurry of Bytch Slaps. “Don’t EVER presume to teach me!” Lisa punctuated each barked word with an authoritarian jab of her index finger. “Any lessons worth learning are taken from MY curriculum, not youNNNNGGGGHH!”
Agnes slapped her right back and followed up with a Toe Kick that spiked deep into the strip of bare ivory between Lisa’s top and waistband. Free of Lisa’s grasp, Appleby went right back to the left wrist and applied the quickest, stiffest Arm Ringer yet. Lisa was bent almost double by the torque, so Agnes had no problem dragging her to the P.T.A. corner where she promptly ’clapped’ Charlotte Coles into the match.
The Pink Lady didn’t have to ask what her partner had in mind, she’d started for the top rope the instant Merle acknowledged the tag. In place right about the time Agnes had marched Lisa back a bit, the blonde locked her hands together, raised them high overhead and hopped off with a Double Axehandle that THWHUMPED into Dream’s exposed shoulder.
The Perfectionist shouted and almost dropped to her knees, but managed to deny her foe the satisfaction. Galled to sound a retreat against… whoever this Wannadream was, Lisa nonetheless pulled her left arm close and fired off a ’keep back’ sort of Haymaker before she whirled around and made toward Celia and her Nurses.
But Charlotte, who knew damned well there wasn’t a person in the FAWN arena who expected her to win this match, ran Dream down in a few long strides and slapped on a Side Headlock. Jerking the brunette’s head into the point of her right hip, she wheeled around in a half circle and charged back the way they’d came. More worthy of note, she left the mat in a high leap and brought her down on her tush and THWHUNKED Lisa’s forehead to the canvas. Flopped over onto her back by the power of that pretty pink Bulldog, Dream muttered a halfhearted groan as a beaming Charlotte scrambled across her chest and hooked the far leg…
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa kicked out almost simultaneous with ’TWO!’ and shoved Coles hard. “Dream on, loser.” she grunted.
“Good advice, Lisa.” Coles admitted after helping herself to a double handful of hair. “I’m going to dream of you flattened in the center of this ring. Then I’m gonna make it happen.”
Jerking the former World Champion to her feet, Charlotte spiked a Kneelift into Dream’s tummy to double her over, then followed up with a machinegun quick left-right-left-right series of knees that THWHUMPED against Lisa’s chest. Coles hoisted her upright once the brunette had almost collapsed, but only so she could slip one arm over her shoulder and another between her legs. What looked like another Scoop Slam turned out to be a Shoulderbreaker, at least that’s what the blonde had intended. Those plans came to an unpleasant halt when Dream kicked her legs and slid down Charlotte’s back.
Quick as a snake, Lisa curled her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaked them across Coles’s eyes. “That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for.” Lisa sneered over Charlotte’s cry of pain. “Now class is REALLY in session.”
The Dream turned from the shriek and gazed at Agnes rather than her P.T.A. partner, Lisa raising her eyebrows at the tanned brunette who’d showed her up early.
“What I do to this imperfect insect is on you schoolmarm.” Lisa assured.
With Lisa turned from the blonde, a blinded Charlotte placed a left palm on Dream’s shoulder and sent her balled right digits forward sight unseen, THUMPING them into Lisa’s right kidney. Dream’s face was etched in pain as she dropped to her knees.
Wrestling in brail as it were, Coles ignored the blurs from her watery baby blues and found the crown of Lisa’s lowered skull with her left hand then deliverd a pointed right elbow to the brunette’s cranium that crossed the dark peepers of The Dream, Lisa wobbling to her haunches.
In her corner, Dr. Blassenville watched with cold detachment while Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah prowled the floor like they’re on call for their special brand of therapy at a moment’s notice.
Inside the ring, Charlotte shook off an offer from Appleby for a tag, her eyes apparently clearing. Scooping her palms under Lisa’s arm pits from behind, the blonde lifted and spun The Dream to face her, grabbing a wrist. Driving Lisa deep into the ropes, Charlotte flung her foe to the opposite strands and followed behind. She met a rebounding Dream a few steps out from the cables and a lifted knee inserted DEEP into the gut of the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection sent The Dream flipping over, landing hard and heavy on her back.
Even Celia couldn’t stop a slight head shake as she watched Lisa retch on the canvas, the supposed weak link of the opposing team continuing to batter her prize patient.
Charlotte moved to the rising Dream and drew the veteran from all fours to stooped feet, tugging Lisa’s head between her thighs and clamping her ivory-skinned stems around Lisa’s temples. She crossed her ankles to increase the pressure in her Scissors, palms placed on the leather strips crisscrossing The Dream’s pale back, dazzling azure eyes pointed in the direction of Celia.
“Looks like you gave her a sedative by mistake,” Coles snickered, “you quack.” Feeling awfully satisfied, Coles squeezed Lisa’s head until the brunette’s flawless features turned from pink to rosy.
But almost instantaneous to the duck noise emerging from the Pink Lady, Lisa’s arms wrapped around Charlotte’s thighs and tightened, Coles’ face turning concerned to downright worried when The Dream lifted her to tiptoes and beyond. But instead of sending Charlotte over her shoulder with a Back Body Drop, the embodiment of perfection threw the flailing blonde halfway over and held on. With Coles dangling, her flaxen locks reaching toward the mat, Lisa sat out and DROVE the top of Charlotte’s skull into the deck.
DREAM BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_k9RuEiF4sQ
Coles’ alabaster frame exploded out of the Driver into a wide spread-eagle, glazed eyes staring blankly into the rafters. But the embattled Dream was slow to take advantage, remaining assbound until a shout from Celia shook Lisa from her lethargy. She slowly spun to cover, folding the Pink Lady’s legs atop her torso, knees pressed to chest as The Dream sat on the pits of those knees for…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Coles unfolded with energy, sending Lisa popping off her pin attempt. Satisfied, she’s made a point if not the final one, the Ultimate Image sank her nails into Charlotte’s scalp and dragged Coles to her psychologist on hands and knees, Dr. Blassenville not batting an eye on what that means to Charlotte’s psyche though she did give Lisa a hearty “Well done” when she slapped The Dream’s open palm.
The powerful redhead slid through the ropes to the sycophantic applause of her nursing staff and asked Lisa to please raise the blonde. The Dream showed great pleasure in ripping a yelping Charlotte to her feet.
Lisa’s elbows crooked around Coles’s, drawing back the arms of the Pink Lady. Celia nodded a thank you before balling a fist, pulling it WAY back and THUMPING it into Coles’ jaw. Lisa timed her release of the blonde’s arms and the PTAer was sent in a violent pirouette, the helpful shrink catching the smaller blonde in her arms, Coles punch drunk from the one massive blow.
With a bitchy smirk, the good doctor slammed a raised knee into Charlotte’s droopy chin, snapping her head back, only Celia’s grip on the blonde’s arms keeping her in place. Coles’ braincase and torso flopped forward as she sagged , Blassenville’s ownership of Charlotte’s arms turning to dual underhooks.
“I believe you said something about a sedative?” Dr. Blassenville asked.
The auburn-haired grappler launched her smaller foe with ease, twisting and turning the airborne P.T.A.‘er. The doc dropped to her side, drawing Coles with her and SLAMMING Charlotte into the deck with a look of assuredness. Coles ended in a natural matchbook, butt cheeks pointed to the ceiling but Celia disregarded the opportunity for a pin.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAWBG89yFkA
Instead, she rose and grabbed the ankles of the blonde, dragging her to the middle. A waving Lisa caught her eye, but Blassenville counseled patience, The Dream taking her words to heart, dropping her plaintive beckoning.
Celia turned her attention back to the softly stirring Charlotte, the wakening Coles brought to writhing for freedom from the imploring of Agnes. Celia looked down into the blazing blues of Charlotte.
“It seems a little vocational shift might be in order,” Blassenville advised. “Let me give you some food for thought.”
The redhead used her clasp of both ankles to flip the alabaster-skinned blonde to her chest. She released and dove to the side of Coles, quickly slipping Charlotte’s near arm over and behind her head while adding a Crossface grip, the good doctor applying her Border City Stretch and her little known chiropractic’s license in tearing at the neck and spine of the Pink Lady.
BORDER CITY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8SCv1yA39g
Coles howled in agony as Big Red leaned back, increasing the pressure to a brutal degree. Charlotte’s right hand rose over the mat but instead of slapping she waves, drawing a raised eyebrow and a final vicious yank before Celia released and let a mewling Charlotte flop to the canvas.
Doctor Blassenville pushed to her feet and gazed at the almost luminescent white skin of Charlotte as she slunk along the canvas, moving at a snail’s pace and manner toward the outstretched arm of Appleby. Allowing Coles to make a foot worth of progress, the destroyer class grappler lifted her right leg high and SLAMMED a heel down on the base of Charlotte’s backbone.
Coles yelped in pain, her vertebrae arching, but Celia paid no attention averting her gaze toward Lisa.
“I know what you can do with this one,” she said, raising her boot and letting a whimpering Coles slink toward a tag. Blassenville strode toward Lisa as Charlotte struggled toward the clapping of her partner.
“I want to see you teach the ‘brat wrangler’ how perfect you truly are.”
Lisa nodded enthusiastically. But to make sure The Dream couldn’t capture Charlotte and kept her in, Celia waited until the blonde dove the last few feet to her corner and slapped hands with Agnes before the doc tagged her prize patient back in.
Already a few steps into the ring by the time the Waking Nightmare made her entrance, Appleby slowed her pace considerably, but didn’t stop entirely for fear that Dream might-- yep, Lisa reared back and would’ve swiveled the other brunette’s head if Agnes hadn’t ducked under and beneath at the last second. Spinning even as she made the evasion, Appleby took a step back and shook a disapproving index finger at her adversary. “Attempting to strike a teacher, Lisa? That’s grounds for expulsion. Your therapist would be so disappointed.”
The Dream only rolled her eyes. “She’s not a therapist, Wannadream. She’s a coach who’s teaching me to channel my frustration with all you idiots into a more productive avenue for spreading my message of perfection. “
Now it was Agnes’s turn to roll her eyes. “And just how does she do that, if I may NNNNGGGGHH!”
Lisa darted in and struck viper quick, her perfectly proportioned palm striking the Wannadream’s cheek with a loud, flat CLAP! “Not indulging idiots in their trifles is a big part of the pl--” Lisa’s snarky retort was clipped by a short, brisk slap across the mouth, the sort an old-school headmaster might’ve delivered to some reprobate who dared speak out of turn once too often.
Her voice stern, Agnes noted, “She should focus on teaching you not to act out in the presence of your betters.”
Lisa didn’t actually stagger, but her eyes went so wide you’d be forgiven for thinking she’d taken another slap. “I’m sorry, did you just imply that you… YOU… are better than the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection?”
Agnes had the temerity to smile, if only a little. “I slapped you across your little brat’s mouth, didn’t I?”
Dream managed to keep steam from shooting out of her ears, albeit just barely. “And to think someone as delusional as you was allowed to mold young minds. That’s pathetic, even for public school.” She punctuated the insult with a lunge that pointed her gleaming nails directly at the Exemplary Educator’s eyes.
Appleby didn’t have enough time to dodge, rather she raised her hands and snatched hold of the other brunette’s left wrist a heartbeat before it could rake her face. Twisting around on Lisa’s six with this new trinket in tow, Agnes Dream’s hand between her shoulders, but this was no ordinary Hammerlock. Instead of using a Wristlock to keep it in place, she slipped her left hand up through the squat triangle created by her foe’s forearm and bicep, then reached around with her right arm and curled it under Lisa’s chin. Hands locked into a single fist that was itself wedged against Dream’s cheek, Agnes cranked up and back, reintroducing Lisa to a move she’d grown quite familiar with in the last few months, the Crossface Chickenwing.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xsyzsxdb-ww
Though the pain was immense, Lisa didn’t immediately think of the woman applying it. She thought of Maddy Crane, that snarky, disrespectful Wannadream who’d almost maimed her with a variation of this same freakin’ hold. Despite the fact that she’d left the redhead in an unconscious pile at the end of the match, Dream thought it would soon be time to revisit that “GRRRRRRRRHHHHH!” Lisa returned to the here and now when Agnes hauled up on her grip, forcing the other brunette onto her toes.
“What do you say, Lisa?” Merle asked when he heard the Dream’s groan of pain. “Do you want to give it up?”
“No!” she barked and waved a hand to indicate as such. “I just need this cheating Wannadream to NO DAMMIT!”
Smiling quite widely as the FAWNatics urged her on, Appleby started toward her corner, where Charlotte Coles was eager for some vengeance on the straining Dream. “Not to worry dear, this isn’t detention, just a little student-teacher conference where Ms. Coles and I will show you how to grrrrrgggnnnNNNGGHH!”
Lisa wanted nothing to do with such obvious charlatanry, so she reached back with her good right hand and grabbed as much if Agnes’s hair as her Dreamy fingers would allow. Forcing the former teacher’s chin against the point of her right shoulder, Lisa hopped up and dropped to her tush, a makeshift Jawbreaker that undid Appleby’s grip with only a minor jolt to her left shoulder. Scrambling up while Agnes stumbled back on her heels, the Ultimate Image made as if to rush the reeling brunette before whipping around and making a beeline for Charlotte. Airborne before the blonde even knew it, Lisa THWHACKED her across the face with a flawless Leg Lariat that sent the Pink Lady tumbling to the floor.
Back on her feet in an instant, Lisa charged at the remaining P.T.A.er with a Clothesline at the ready only to come up short in the most spectacular fashion. Though still suffering the ill effects of Lisa’s Jawbreaker, Appleby was clearheaded enough to know what happened to her partner, but rather than move to intercept, she held her ground and let Dream come to her. When she did, the Advocate for Academic Excellence dipped to the side and looped her arms around the former World Champion’s waist. Soon as the Gutwrench was in place she hoisted Lisa up, over and down, gorgeous two hundred and seventy degree arc that got real ugly when Appleby dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Lisa spine-first atop her posted thigh.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lumuK4nM6nw
The Dream jolted up then got shoved off, her aching back taking another pounding as Agnes forced her to the mat. Quick to slide into a Crossbody, Agnes made a point of bundling up both legs as she folded Lisa up for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa kicked a shoulder up, negating Celia’s silent trip between the ropes. Unaware of the Temptress’s near interference, Agnes cupped Dream under the chin and hauled her to boot leah--“ERRRRGGGHH!”
Persistence, as it so often did, paid off when Lisa’s nails finally found her opponent’s eyes. Snatching hold of the other brunette’s right wrist before the foolish ref could bleat a word, Lisa swung around in a half circle and slung Appleby toward the far side of the ring as hard as she could. “Check my back!” Lisa sobbed the very instant Agnes was out of her grasp. “I think that savage may have sprained it!”
That was far from true, it would take more than an imperfect Backbreaker to damage her virtuous vertebrae. No, the only reason she sought the idiot’s attention was to make sure he didn’t notice when Celia pulled down the bottom rope right about the time Agnes put her back to it. Denied the support of the strands, Appleby flipped out into nothingness and landed with a heavy THWHAP squarely between the Sisters of Mercy.
“Quickly now.” Celia told her support staff without even bothering to look around or raise her voice for that matter.
Kristen and Deborah nodded to one another, then pulled their surgical masks into place for the wetwork ahead. Striking with the speed and practice of hyenas, Hurt scraped Agnes off the floor while Manners leapt onto the apron, albeit at the corner opposite Celia. Since Appleby was in no shape to oppose her, Nurse Hurt wrapped her arms around the woozy brunette’s upper thighs and easily muscled her into what looked like the stall for an Inverted Atomic Drop. But instead of genuflecting, she sidled up to the apron about halfway between Kristen and Celia. Patient in place, Manners exploded down the narrow ledge and whipped her right leg out and up in a Soccer Kick that THWACKED off Agnes’s chest. Even worse, Deborah used the strike’s momentum as her cue to drop onto her knees, which in turn THWHUMPED Agnes spine-first against the barely-padded concrete floor.
The stereo impacts raised a ruckus with the fans, but Lisa, bless her perfectly black heart, held the ref’s attention just long enough for the Sisters to clear off, leaving Agnes looking like she’d suffered nothing more than a case of Abrupt Onset Gravity Assisted Concrete Poisoning. (AOGACP for short)
“Could you PLEASE get her back in the ring, Mister Referee?” Lisa asked as sweetly as she could manage, a hint of impatience remaining. “I know her previous job was to put little children to sleep and these Wannadreams are much the same, but still…”.
The official moved next to the ropes, hovering over Agnes. He stared, confused at Appleby’s condition. He glanced at Doctor Blassenville who shrugged in response. “Yes?” she asked.
The man shook his head and started his count, Agnes making into one knee at ‘EIGHT’, but in the last second and a half she rose and slid underneath the bottom rope; unfortunately into the waiting arms of the Luscious One.
The Dream tugged the blasted instructor up in one fluid motion, collecting her in a Front Facelock, slipping a limp arm of the brunette over her shoulders and snatching Appleby’s left leg, yanking it into a raised cradle. Lisa launches Agnes high into the air and introduced her to the Ode to Perfection, dropping Agnes on her skull with the devastating Fisherman’s Buster.
ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHO7VL4Vdj8
The impact sent Agnes rolling to a seat, cradling the back of her skull with both hands. The Ultimate Image didn’t tug her back down. Instead, she scrambled to one knee behind the schoolmarm and DROVE the raised joint between Appleby’s shoulderblades while grabbing both wrists and pulling back. The maneuver drew pained chirps from Agnes, Lisa smirking at the worried baby blues of Coles.
Wrenching away on arms and testing arching vertebrae, Lisa worked her advantage for long seconds, whispering unheard not-so-sweet nothings in Appleby’s ear. Tiring of the torture, Lisa changed her grip and tugged Agnes back to her feet by her noggin, corralling it in a Three Quarters Facelock over The Dream’s right shoulder. The flawless brunette Snapmared the tanned teacher of the P.T.A. to her derriere. She headed for the ropes behind the aching Agnes, Appleby reaching both hands under her bruised bum.
Rebounding, Lisa dove over Appleby’s right shoulder, grabbing her braincase as she flew by, and THUMPED Agnes’ forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood between her legs. Agnes’s head whipped away from the impact, leaving her sprawled, dark brown eyes glazed from the forceful contact.
Lisa, having somersaulted to her feet, turned and raced to the cables to the side of the P.T.A.er. She lifted off, leather-clad limbs extended for a Leg Drop across the throat of Miss Appleby, but the lithe brunette rolled out of range, leaving The Dream with a less than perfect ending, ramming her tailbone into the canvas with no reward.
Lisa yelped in pain, grabbing at her ass to the joyous laughter of the Dreamophobes. Both women scrambled for vertical, Agnes reaching it first and throwing her body into the ropes behind her for added momentum. She sprinted at Lisa after the rebound only to find a faceful of boot heel when The Dream spun into a lethal kick to the face of the schoolmarm.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
Agnes’ cranium was sent shooting to the deck, The Dream getting two for one when the back of Appleby’s noggin THUNKED against the canvas. Instead of capitalizing with a pin attempt, Lisa turned to her corner and, not waiting for direction, strode to her destroyer-class therapist, the women tagging matter-of-factly, Lisa sliding out as Celia took her place.
Agnes was up to a seat as Blassenville strode in from behind and Charlotte raised warning flags in the form of waving arms and verbal alerts. Agnes responded, but slowly, reaching stooped feet by the time the dangerous PhD sank a claw into Appleby’s scalp.
The good doctor spun Agnes toward her and delivered a Toe Kick to the flat, tanned tummy of the PTAer, doubling Agnes over with a guttural grunt. Collecting dual underhooks of Appleby’s arms, Celia yanked the good-sized brunette off the canvas with ease, flipped her over at the apex and dropped to her knees to THWHAM her into the canvas with a Double Underhook Powerbomb.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgi-ilTsLLU
Celia remained on all fours, a lowered version only inches above the splayed Agnes, but she didn’t press her body down, not bothering to force the brunette to kick her way free to survive. Instead, she collected both wrists and rose, drawing Agnes up with her and, in one fell swoop, vaulted her off the canvas and into a less-than-loving embrace. Blassenville’s flexing arms surrounded the slender waist of Agnes, cinching tight around her abs and forcing a loud exhale from her foe’s lungs.
Caught in a grizzly of a Bear Hug, the brunette, not short by any means, could only tickle the canvas with the toes of her boots and so wrapped her legs loosely around Celia’s hips to try and relieve some of the pressure. It’s a fruitless attempt as Blassenville bore down on the breathtaking cuddle, Appleby’s brown eyes bulging when Celia cinched further and added a violent shake, Agnes’ head loosening on her neck after a full five seconds of jarring twists.
Apparently feeling Agnes’s body slacken the appropriate amount, Doctor Blassenville used the hug to launch Appleby in a skyscraping Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Agnes flipping over the powerful redhead’s shoulders and CRASHING to the deck, her back already arching in anguish before the brunette skidded to a stop, thankfully and luckily near her own corner.
Whether a mistake or a gift wasn’t clear, but the cries of the battered Agnes fell upon nearby ears, Charlotte stretching her arm as far as she could over the top rope, gallantly ready to take her partner’s place against the intimidating size and smarts of Lisa’s shrink.
Celia seemed unconcerned as she walked toward Appleby and when her reach toward the chocolate-colored locks of the ex-teacher came up short when Agnes dove to Coles, she backed up and invited the blonde in.
The Sisters of Mercy made it clear to Coles she’s in need of therapy if she took the good doctor up on her offer, but the Pink Lady ignored their ‘advice’ and slid through, Celia instantly charging with Double Axhandle ready to crown Charlotte with an important lesson.
But Coles ducked the effort and Celia pounded the top buckle with her sledgehammer blow. Spinning, she got tagged with a echoing Backhand Chop to the chest that drew a distinct grimace to her flawless features and Coles followed it with another and another, the FAWNatics’ mood lightening as the blonde lit up the pernicious PhD.
Charlotte grabbed a wrist, seemingly trying to Irish Whip Blassenville out of the corner, but the bigger Celia was anchored in place and barely moved from the tug. The Pink Lady seemed ready for this turn of events as she used the handhold to climb the ropes at the redhead’s side, ending standing on the top buckle behind her foe. Again spinning to face the fast-moving blonde, Celia found Coles leaping toward her from short range, her knees landing on Blassenville’s shoulders, the momentum and mass of the P.T.A.er combining to stagger the good doctor and Charlotte ‘rode’ her down, knees on shoulders until the back of Blassenville’s head THUMPS into the deck.
In an instant schoolgirl pin, Charlotte’s shins atop Celia’s biceps, the stunned crowd counted along with the slaps of the mat for...
ONE…
TWO…
Blassenville planted her feet and bridged hard, tossing Coles onto all fours almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’
Undaunted by the redhead’s emphatic escape, Charlotte hurried to her feet so she was ready and waiting when her foe did the same. Celia had no sooner regained her moorings when the Pink Lady took one away courtesy of a Low Dropkick that PWAAAKED against her right thigh. Dropped to one knee, Blassenville started to rise at once, but found herself caught in a Front Facelock. Bearing down for all she was worth, Charlotte kicked her right leg back, then whipped it forward to give herself even more momentum when she laid out on her back. Celia’s forehead THWHUNKED against the canvas but if Coles had hoped to go for a cover she was destined for disappointment as the Crimson Cagliostro bounced to one knee instead of flopping onto her back like a normal human being.
SHORT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7EufKbsAdg
Charlotte raked a hand through her hair and nodded. “That’s ok. That’s fine.” she said to no one in particular. “You just keep getting up and I’ll just keep putting you down.”
Celia must’ve heard her because she started to rise to her full height. Coles wasn’t quite ready to deal with the redhead on that level so she spiked a Toe Kick into Blassenville’s stomach, then spun around and raced into a neutral set of ropes. Returning as a pink n’ blonde streak, the P.T.A’er caught Celia’s noggin in a loose Cravate about half a heartbeat before she popped off a flawless somersault. Charlotte landed on her tush while the not so good doctor landed on the back of her head and shoulders after an unpleasant trip through the spin cycle.
SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TqI-tt7ZuY
That marked the first time Blassenville didn’t immediately recover, so Coles tossed herself atop the fallen Destroyer and bundled both legs tight. On their feet as the scent of upset filled the air, the crowd joined the ref in tolling…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Temptress kicked loose and flopped onto her side facing away from Coles. Delighted by the sight of that fearsome witch turned back to, Charlotte bounced to boot leather and shot a thumb’s up to Agnes. “Gotta soften her up a little bit more, Ags! Then we can finish her off!”
Appleby returned the gesture and started clapping loudly, doing her best to make sure the FAWNatics were all rallying behind the Pink Lady. Whether she got all of them making noise was unknown, but it sure as hell sounded like the whole arena was urging Charlotte on when she jogged to an empty corner and climbed to the high rent district. Pushing out of a deep crouch when Blassenville struggled to her feet, Coles waited until her foe turned her way, then leapt into the void feet first. The Missile Dropkick was perhaps a foot from the redhead’s chest when Celia’s hands came up and knocked her stems off course with a vicious swat. Her momentum redirected in the worst possible way, Charlotte THWHUMPED down flat on her back and just laid there sucking in great, tearing gasps.
Celia did a bit of heavy breathing as well, though hers smoothed out long before the splattered blonde’s. “That was a bit of a breakthrough you had there, Ms. Coles.” Blassenville said without a trace of irony. “Alas, I feel you are about to suffer a relapse.”
Then she bent down, grabbed a huge handful of hair and hauled Charlotte to her feet. Aware of, but paying very little attention to Lisa’s calls for a tag, Celia sidled in against her foe’s right side and slung that arm over her right shoulder. Her own right arm crooked around Coles’s chest, all the better to grasp the base of her neck. Curling her left arm around Charlotte’s lower back, Blassenville popped her hips to take the smaller woman up, over and down onto the back of her head with a THWHUMPING Uranage as potent as any you’d see from Smith or Deschain.
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F93DC3OGijY
Coles pooled onto her back and showed only minimal awareness when Celia peeled her up with a double handful of hair. Arranged behind her knock-kneed adversary, Blassenville cranked Charlotte’s head back and wedged it under her left arm in an Inverted Facelock. “You may wish to avert your eyes, Agnes.” Celia told the worried looking brunette on the other side of the squared circle. “Certainly Charlotte would do the same, were she given the option.”
Appleby kept her eyes locked on the redhead and Celia had to admire her guts. She was still admiring them when she snapped her right arm under Coles’s torso in a barrel roll that put her on her back and THWHAMMED Charlotte down flat on her face and chest. As if the Rolling Cutter wasn’t bad enough already, Celia maintained her grip on impact and tumbled through to get back on her feet with Charlotte still in tow. Turning to face her patient, Blassenville snatched hold of her prey’s waistband and said, “Thank you for your patience, Lisa. It will be rewarded promptly.” Always pleased to hear the word ‘reward’ framed in the context of her perfection, Lisa beamed and put her hands together, the Ultimate Image leading the small group of Dreamophiles that cheered loudly when the Destroyer muscled Coles into the air and spun her over and down into a second Rolling Cutter, this one far more elevated than the first.
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_m-MqDBieR8
Celia used the last of her momentum to roll the gobsmacked blonde onto her back, but she made no move to cover. Instead she collected Charlotte’s noggin and lifted her to some semblance of verticality. From there she transitioned to a Wristlock, took two big steps toward her corner and sent Coles racing on ahead with an Irish Whip. The Pink Lady retained just enough awareness to turn around before she BWUUUNGED back-first into the buckles, but that only meant a better view of Celia when the redhead charged in and TWHAPPED a murderous Clothesline across her clavicle. Tagging Dream in while Coles was still sandwiched in the corner, Celia pulled the blonde clear of the corner so Lisa could climb into a seat on the top buckle.
Quick to take Charlotte’s head when it was offered, the Dream applied an Inverted Facelock of her own, then flipped off her perch despite the fact that Blassenville was directly in the line of fire. No problem there, Celia caught Lisa’s leather-sheathed stems across each brawny shoulder, then pushed up and spun them away. The result saw Dream vaulted up n’ over into a high elevation, high speed Inverted DDT that THWHAMMED Charlotte down flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
DREAM THERAPY @ 6:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmEi8kpmAOA
Charlotte’s legs shot straight up and Lisa grabbed hold but only so she could pull the semiconscious Pink Lady over onto her knees. Securing the Three Quarters Facelock while they were both still grounded, Lisa jammed Charlotte’s chin against her right shoulder and powered to her feet. “You’ve basked in the glow of my perfection far too long, Wannadream. Now it’s time you went back to that failure friend of yours and tell her what you’ve learned about screwing with me.”
Pulling her left hand away from the Facelock, Lisa flipped Agnes a perfectly manicured middle finger, then scythed her right leg forward and back, the momentum of it whipping her onto her tummy whereas poor Charlotte was THWONKED down on the crown of her skull. The involuntary headstand turned into a boneless spread eagle which itself became a comfy cushion when Lisa scooted forward and sat on the blonde’s chest. In the P.T.A. corner, Agnes started through the ropes, but it was really only to make sure Dream and her ‘medical staff’ didn’t pile on after the…
DAY DREAMER @ 1:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OA0hgz_PEo
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa got up and would’ve gone nose to nose with Appleby if Celia hadn’t called after her. “This session is over, Lisa. The Wannadreams don’t deserve two doses of your perfection for the price of one.”
Dream more than agreed with her, yet the lack of fear in Agnes’s eyes seriously irritated her. The feeling was somewhat soothed when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, CELIA BLASSENVILLE AND LISA DREAAAAAAAAAM!”
“Don’t you forget it, chalk for brains.” Lisa snapped to Appleby after Nurse Hurt raised her hand. “Any time you need another lesson in perfection, schedule an appointment and I’ll whip your flawed ass all over this ring.”
Agnes took a defiant step forward knowing full well Celia and the Sisters could be on her in a heartbeat. “If I can separate you from those three you’ll be the one learning a lesson, Lisa. Perfection is an illusion. Just like your reputation.”
“You snot-nosed nothing, I don’t have to take that from--” Lisa was halfway across the ring before the Sisters pulled her back. “You’re lucky they’re here.” Dream growled. “Next time you won’t be so lucky. If I think you deserve a next time.”
Agnes said nothing, she simply snorted and strode over to the official, who was working to bring Charlotte around. “I really want to finish her right now.” Lisa said when Celia approached a moment later. “Why can’t I finish her now?”
“Because then she would be finished and she couldn’t worry about what you might do to her in the next meeting. This way her clearly imperfect psyche will conjure all sorts of terrors and your victory will be assured even before the bell sounds.”
Lisa nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Good. She SHOULD be afraid. They should ALL be afraid.”
SCANDALOUS SCHOLASTICS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZvxpV9zhAM
Entering from stage left, blonde and brunette strode assertively to center stage with cheery dispositions, clearly pumped to have made a rare Pay-Per-View. Holding their positions for a moment, the twosome turned toward each other and shared a high five before excitedly heading down the ramp.
Those assembled gave the teammates a rousing ovation, in no small part due to their enduring popularity with many fans despite less-than-stellar win-loss records in FAWN, though certainly knowing the opponents to come did not dissuade the FAWNatics from increasing their support.
AGNES APPLEBY:
CHARLOTTE COLES:
The P.T.A. marched confidently down the aisle, slapping at many of the outstretched hands as they made their way to the ring. Tonight Agnes wore a black one-piece with wide white trim and straps tied in a bow behind the neck, white ankle boots and black knee pads, while Charlotte was garbed all in pink, a one-piece with small ruffled trim, and boots to match.
Reaching the top of the steps, each spun to face the crowd waving and pointing at the adoring masses before each backed to the ropes behind them, one on either side of the buckles separating them, coiled their arms around the top cable and back flipped into the ring. The Announcer timed his introduction nicely as the team’s accompaniment faded.
“Tonight’s next match is a tag team battle scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. First, hailing from Waterboro, Maine, standing five feet, seven inches and weighing in at one-hundred and thirty four pounds, AGNES APPLEBY…and her partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina, at a height of five feet and three inches, weighing one-hundred and twenty two pounds, CHARLOTTE COLES…together they are PTA: THE PRETTY TUFF ANGELS!”
P.T.A. saluted the cheering fans, then combined in a hug/huddle, apparently planning for the onslaught of two top wrestlers known much more for their singles exploits. In fact, if Agnes’ scholarly research was correct it had been at least a decade since Dream deigned to have a partner, surely a point in their favor.
I AM MACHINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=flq30E6LI9E
Agnes and Charlotte were deep in conversation when the lights went dead and the speakers came to life with the eerie, hard-charging opening riff of Three Days Grace’s ‘I Am Machine’. The ‘tron above the stage flickered back on, not showing the usual entrance video but black and white Rorschacht pattern that seemed to shift just enough to hurt your eyes if you looked at it long enough. The light of this flickering oddity was enough to reveal a quartet of figures, all of whom were promptly identified by the Announcer.
DEBORAH HURT:
KRISTIN MANNERS:
“And introducing their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by the Sisters of Mercy, first, hailing from New Cannan, Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty-five pounds, she is CELIA BLASSENVILLE! And her partner, hailing from New York City, New York, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs it at one hundred and fifteen pounds, this is the one, the only, LISA DREAM!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
LISA DREAM:
The boos that rained down provided the impetus for the foursome to start down the ramp with Nurses Hurt and Manners flanking the Ultimate Image on each side with the Crimson Cagliostro bringing the heavy artillery at the rear.
For her first tag match in a very long time (Agnes’s research was correct in that regard) Dream wore the sartorial perfection of her favorite black leather vest, sleeveless and 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.
As for the Dream’s perfectly evil doctor, Celia wore a gleaming black lycca one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble was finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. There were plenty of boos and catcalls and even more poorly worded signs thrust in their direction. Celia ignored them all, save for a simple black and white effort that bore a question she’d been waiting for one of these idiots to ask ever since she first reappeared with her new credentials.
It read: How the HELL did you get your doctorate?
Blassenville paused and offered the man a small, wicked smile. “That’s for me to know and you to dwell upon. Feel free to tweet your theories. I assure you all of them will be wrong.”
Leaving the idiot with far more questions than answers, Celia finished her walk to the ring but didn’t join Lisa within until she’d shared a quiet word with her nursing staff. Once that was done she climbed the steps and strode up behind Lisa, who had claimed the center to better stare daggers at Appleby and Coles.
“Look at those two insects.” the Dream growled. “Their imperfections are offensive to the eye. Nauseating even. I want to hurt them. Right now.”
Blassenville laid a comforting hand on her shoulders. “Good things come to those who wait, Lisa. And malevolent, horrific things happen to those too foolish to run. You are the former, they are the latter. Patience just a little longer and your reward will be all the more satisfying.”
Lisa let out a deep breath, then nodded once. “All right. But I go in first, ok?”
“Of course. To the corner now, let the man in stripes exert his imaginary authority.”
The Dream laughed nastily and they strode to the other side of the ring. She was still smirking when Merle came over to check her knees and elbow pads.
CLANG!
Agnes could tell from body language alone that Lisa wasn’t taking her or this match-up very seriously. Now that class was in session, Appleby meant to change that quickly and if need be, forcefully. Striding to the center of the ring, the one-time Maryland Teacher of the Year clapped her hands twice and said, “Eyes on me, Lisa. It’s time we began.”
Dream, who’d been exchanging last minute insights with her therapist, rolled her eyes and headed for her opponent only after a nod from Celia. “What pray tell, do you expect to teach me?” Lisa scoffed from well outside grappling range. “The only lingering question I have with regards to you and that pretty pink failure in the corner is the meaning of that foolish abbreviation you call a team name.” Agnes said nothing, so Lisa raised a hand and rubbed thoughtfully at her perfectly-proportioned chin. “P.T.A. Pathetic Tramps Association? Pitiful Trolls Assembly? Oh, I know! It’s cuh-learly NNNGGGHH!”
Appleby rapped the former World Champion’s cheek with a brisk smack, then snatched hold of her left wrist and stepped back, yanking it to full extension. This was followed by a hard stamp, Agnes snapping Dream’s arm up n’ down like a bull-whip. Lisa gasped and curled her right hand into a Haymaker that never got thrown because the other brunette twisted her arm in a wide circle that put nasty pressure on the Perfectionist’s shoulder.
Flashing back to the week she’d spent wearing a sling after March to War, Lisa grit her teeth and growled, “You’re walking down a DANGEROUS road, WannadreMERGH!”
Appleby twisted her foe’s arm a second time, then pivoted around behind her and forced Dream’s hand up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “I know I say this quite often.” Agnes noted, her tone unusually stern. “But it’s high time someone taught you a lesson, Lisa Dream.”
“Sure as hell won’t be you.” Dream muttered as she squirmed and adjusted against the simple joint-lock. “A curtain jerker like you should be grateful a true superstar even knows your name, Angie.”
That’s Ag--” Appleby cut herself off when Lisa snapped a right elbow over her shoulder. Pulling her head to the left, the taller brunette avoided the reprisal and made Lisa pay with a yank that forced her up on tiptoes. “It’s Agnes.” she continued. “And I have a feeling you’ll have no trouble remembering it by the time that bell rings again.”
Lisa didn’t answer with words this time around, instead she twisted down and left, a quick, sinuous move that would’ve put her on Appleby’s six with a Hammerlock of her own if the Exemplary Educator hadn’t remained glued to her back. Snarling with frustration, Dream caught Celia’s eye and promptly started toward her, Hammerlock or not. She made it all of three steps when Appleby halved the Hammerlock and PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the back of her opponent’s neck. Lisa staggered, then went down because Agnes put her foot against the pit of her left knee and applied some not so gentle pressure.
“Our time together is far from over, Lisa.” Smiling ever so slightly, Appleby cupped her free hand under the Dream’s chin and tilted her head back to force eye contact that Lisa didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Our time together is far from over, Lisa.” Agnes explained. “I’ll call on Celia when it’s her turn.”
A hard upward yank forced the Ultimate Image to boot leather and a bit of twisting on Appleby’s part got her back around front, albeit with the Hammerlock still stubbornly in place. With Lisa preoccupied by her twinged shoulder, Agnes sent her right arm through the other brunette’s legs and scooped her up onto the point of one shoulder. Ever aware of her surroundings, Appleby took several steps toward the friendlier side of town before she pushed onto her toes and tossed Lisa to the canvas with a Body Slam made all the worse because Lisa THWHAMMED down atop her trapped arm.
Agnes was just starting to admire her work thus far when a voice from over one shoulder asked, “Honing in on an old injury that might not be fully healed? What sort of example is that setting for those students you hold in such high esteem?”
The black-clad brunette bent down, collected Lisa’s noggin and hauled her into a sturdy Side Headlock before she turned to regard Blassenville. “Whatever you’ve done to this woman has only made her worse. I don’t tend to approve of corporal punishment in the classroom, but if it’s the only way to make Lisa see reason, then so be NNNNGGGHH!”
Lisa drove a pair of elbows into her foe’s stomach and wrenched clear of the Headlock. Furious with the shoddy treatment she’d received thus far, the Dream grabbed Appleby by the throat and paintbrushed both cheeks with a frenetic flurry of Bytch Slaps. “Don’t EVER presume to teach me!” Lisa punctuated each barked word with an authoritarian jab of her index finger. “Any lessons worth learning are taken from MY curriculum, not youNNNNGGGGHH!”
Agnes slapped her right back and followed up with a Toe Kick that spiked deep into the strip of bare ivory between Lisa’s top and waistband. Free of Lisa’s grasp, Appleby went right back to the left wrist and applied the quickest, stiffest Arm Ringer yet. Lisa was bent almost double by the torque, so Agnes had no problem dragging her to the P.T.A. corner where she promptly ’clapped’ Charlotte Coles into the match.
The Pink Lady didn’t have to ask what her partner had in mind, she’d started for the top rope the instant Merle acknowledged the tag. In place right about the time Agnes had marched Lisa back a bit, the blonde locked her hands together, raised them high overhead and hopped off with a Double Axehandle that THWHUMPED into Dream’s exposed shoulder.
The Perfectionist shouted and almost dropped to her knees, but managed to deny her foe the satisfaction. Galled to sound a retreat against… whoever this Wannadream was, Lisa nonetheless pulled her left arm close and fired off a ’keep back’ sort of Haymaker before she whirled around and made toward Celia and her Nurses.
But Charlotte, who knew damned well there wasn’t a person in the FAWN arena who expected her to win this match, ran Dream down in a few long strides and slapped on a Side Headlock. Jerking the brunette’s head into the point of her right hip, she wheeled around in a half circle and charged back the way they’d came. More worthy of note, she left the mat in a high leap and brought her down on her tush and THWHUNKED Lisa’s forehead to the canvas. Flopped over onto her back by the power of that pretty pink Bulldog, Dream muttered a halfhearted groan as a beaming Charlotte scrambled across her chest and hooked the far leg…
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa kicked out almost simultaneous with ’TWO!’ and shoved Coles hard. “Dream on, loser.” she grunted.
“Good advice, Lisa.” Coles admitted after helping herself to a double handful of hair. “I’m going to dream of you flattened in the center of this ring. Then I’m gonna make it happen.”
Jerking the former World Champion to her feet, Charlotte spiked a Kneelift into Dream’s tummy to double her over, then followed up with a machinegun quick left-right-left-right series of knees that THWHUMPED against Lisa’s chest. Coles hoisted her upright once the brunette had almost collapsed, but only so she could slip one arm over her shoulder and another between her legs. What looked like another Scoop Slam turned out to be a Shoulderbreaker, at least that’s what the blonde had intended. Those plans came to an unpleasant halt when Dream kicked her legs and slid down Charlotte’s back.
Quick as a snake, Lisa curled her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaked them across Coles’s eyes. “That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for.” Lisa sneered over Charlotte’s cry of pain. “Now class is REALLY in session.”
The Dream turned from the shriek and gazed at Agnes rather than her P.T.A. partner, Lisa raising her eyebrows at the tanned brunette who’d showed her up early.
“What I do to this imperfect insect is on you schoolmarm.” Lisa assured.
With Lisa turned from the blonde, a blinded Charlotte placed a left palm on Dream’s shoulder and sent her balled right digits forward sight unseen, THUMPING them into Lisa’s right kidney. Dream’s face was etched in pain as she dropped to her knees.
Wrestling in brail as it were, Coles ignored the blurs from her watery baby blues and found the crown of Lisa’s lowered skull with her left hand then deliverd a pointed right elbow to the brunette’s cranium that crossed the dark peepers of The Dream, Lisa wobbling to her haunches.
In her corner, Dr. Blassenville watched with cold detachment while Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah prowled the floor like they’re on call for their special brand of therapy at a moment’s notice.
Inside the ring, Charlotte shook off an offer from Appleby for a tag, her eyes apparently clearing. Scooping her palms under Lisa’s arm pits from behind, the blonde lifted and spun The Dream to face her, grabbing a wrist. Driving Lisa deep into the ropes, Charlotte flung her foe to the opposite strands and followed behind. She met a rebounding Dream a few steps out from the cables and a lifted knee inserted DEEP into the gut of the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection sent The Dream flipping over, landing hard and heavy on her back.
Even Celia couldn’t stop a slight head shake as she watched Lisa retch on the canvas, the supposed weak link of the opposing team continuing to batter her prize patient.
Charlotte moved to the rising Dream and drew the veteran from all fours to stooped feet, tugging Lisa’s head between her thighs and clamping her ivory-skinned stems around Lisa’s temples. She crossed her ankles to increase the pressure in her Scissors, palms placed on the leather strips crisscrossing The Dream’s pale back, dazzling azure eyes pointed in the direction of Celia.
“Looks like you gave her a sedative by mistake,” Coles snickered, “you quack.” Feeling awfully satisfied, Coles squeezed Lisa’s head until the brunette’s flawless features turned from pink to rosy.
But almost instantaneous to the duck noise emerging from the Pink Lady, Lisa’s arms wrapped around Charlotte’s thighs and tightened, Coles’ face turning concerned to downright worried when The Dream lifted her to tiptoes and beyond. But instead of sending Charlotte over her shoulder with a Back Body Drop, the embodiment of perfection threw the flailing blonde halfway over and held on. With Coles dangling, her flaxen locks reaching toward the mat, Lisa sat out and DROVE the top of Charlotte’s skull into the deck.
DREAM BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_k9RuEiF4sQ
Coles’ alabaster frame exploded out of the Driver into a wide spread-eagle, glazed eyes staring blankly into the rafters. But the embattled Dream was slow to take advantage, remaining assbound until a shout from Celia shook Lisa from her lethargy. She slowly spun to cover, folding the Pink Lady’s legs atop her torso, knees pressed to chest as The Dream sat on the pits of those knees for…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Coles unfolded with energy, sending Lisa popping off her pin attempt. Satisfied, she’s made a point if not the final one, the Ultimate Image sank her nails into Charlotte’s scalp and dragged Coles to her psychologist on hands and knees, Dr. Blassenville not batting an eye on what that means to Charlotte’s psyche though she did give Lisa a hearty “Well done” when she slapped The Dream’s open palm.
The powerful redhead slid through the ropes to the sycophantic applause of her nursing staff and asked Lisa to please raise the blonde. The Dream showed great pleasure in ripping a yelping Charlotte to her feet.
Lisa’s elbows crooked around Coles’s, drawing back the arms of the Pink Lady. Celia nodded a thank you before balling a fist, pulling it WAY back and THUMPING it into Coles’ jaw. Lisa timed her release of the blonde’s arms and the PTAer was sent in a violent pirouette, the helpful shrink catching the smaller blonde in her arms, Coles punch drunk from the one massive blow.
With a bitchy smirk, the good doctor slammed a raised knee into Charlotte’s droopy chin, snapping her head back, only Celia’s grip on the blonde’s arms keeping her in place. Coles’ braincase and torso flopped forward as she sagged , Blassenville’s ownership of Charlotte’s arms turning to dual underhooks.
“I believe you said something about a sedative?” Dr. Blassenville asked.
The auburn-haired grappler launched her smaller foe with ease, twisting and turning the airborne P.T.A.‘er. The doc dropped to her side, drawing Coles with her and SLAMMING Charlotte into the deck with a look of assuredness. Coles ended in a natural matchbook, butt cheeks pointed to the ceiling but Celia disregarded the opportunity for a pin.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAWBG89yFkA
Instead, she rose and grabbed the ankles of the blonde, dragging her to the middle. A waving Lisa caught her eye, but Blassenville counseled patience, The Dream taking her words to heart, dropping her plaintive beckoning.
Celia turned her attention back to the softly stirring Charlotte, the wakening Coles brought to writhing for freedom from the imploring of Agnes. Celia looked down into the blazing blues of Charlotte.
“It seems a little vocational shift might be in order,” Blassenville advised. “Let me give you some food for thought.”
The redhead used her clasp of both ankles to flip the alabaster-skinned blonde to her chest. She released and dove to the side of Coles, quickly slipping Charlotte’s near arm over and behind her head while adding a Crossface grip, the good doctor applying her Border City Stretch and her little known chiropractic’s license in tearing at the neck and spine of the Pink Lady.
BORDER CITY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8SCv1yA39g
Coles howled in agony as Big Red leaned back, increasing the pressure to a brutal degree. Charlotte’s right hand rose over the mat but instead of slapping she waves, drawing a raised eyebrow and a final vicious yank before Celia released and let a mewling Charlotte flop to the canvas.
Doctor Blassenville pushed to her feet and gazed at the almost luminescent white skin of Charlotte as she slunk along the canvas, moving at a snail’s pace and manner toward the outstretched arm of Appleby. Allowing Coles to make a foot worth of progress, the destroyer class grappler lifted her right leg high and SLAMMED a heel down on the base of Charlotte’s backbone.
Coles yelped in pain, her vertebrae arching, but Celia paid no attention averting her gaze toward Lisa.
“I know what you can do with this one,” she said, raising her boot and letting a whimpering Coles slink toward a tag. Blassenville strode toward Lisa as Charlotte struggled toward the clapping of her partner.
“I want to see you teach the ‘brat wrangler’ how perfect you truly are.”
Lisa nodded enthusiastically. But to make sure The Dream couldn’t capture Charlotte and kept her in, Celia waited until the blonde dove the last few feet to her corner and slapped hands with Agnes before the doc tagged her prize patient back in.
Already a few steps into the ring by the time the Waking Nightmare made her entrance, Appleby slowed her pace considerably, but didn’t stop entirely for fear that Dream might-- yep, Lisa reared back and would’ve swiveled the other brunette’s head if Agnes hadn’t ducked under and beneath at the last second. Spinning even as she made the evasion, Appleby took a step back and shook a disapproving index finger at her adversary. “Attempting to strike a teacher, Lisa? That’s grounds for expulsion. Your therapist would be so disappointed.”
The Dream only rolled her eyes. “She’s not a therapist, Wannadream. She’s a coach who’s teaching me to channel my frustration with all you idiots into a more productive avenue for spreading my message of perfection. “
Now it was Agnes’s turn to roll her eyes. “And just how does she do that, if I may NNNNGGGGHH!”
Lisa darted in and struck viper quick, her perfectly proportioned palm striking the Wannadream’s cheek with a loud, flat CLAP! “Not indulging idiots in their trifles is a big part of the pl--” Lisa’s snarky retort was clipped by a short, brisk slap across the mouth, the sort an old-school headmaster might’ve delivered to some reprobate who dared speak out of turn once too often.
Her voice stern, Agnes noted, “She should focus on teaching you not to act out in the presence of your betters.”
Lisa didn’t actually stagger, but her eyes went so wide you’d be forgiven for thinking she’d taken another slap. “I’m sorry, did you just imply that you… YOU… are better than the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection?”
Agnes had the temerity to smile, if only a little. “I slapped you across your little brat’s mouth, didn’t I?”
Dream managed to keep steam from shooting out of her ears, albeit just barely. “And to think someone as delusional as you was allowed to mold young minds. That’s pathetic, even for public school.” She punctuated the insult with a lunge that pointed her gleaming nails directly at the Exemplary Educator’s eyes.
Appleby didn’t have enough time to dodge, rather she raised her hands and snatched hold of the other brunette’s left wrist a heartbeat before it could rake her face. Twisting around on Lisa’s six with this new trinket in tow, Agnes Dream’s hand between her shoulders, but this was no ordinary Hammerlock. Instead of using a Wristlock to keep it in place, she slipped her left hand up through the squat triangle created by her foe’s forearm and bicep, then reached around with her right arm and curled it under Lisa’s chin. Hands locked into a single fist that was itself wedged against Dream’s cheek, Agnes cranked up and back, reintroducing Lisa to a move she’d grown quite familiar with in the last few months, the Crossface Chickenwing.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xsyzsxdb-ww
Though the pain was immense, Lisa didn’t immediately think of the woman applying it. She thought of Maddy Crane, that snarky, disrespectful Wannadream who’d almost maimed her with a variation of this same freakin’ hold. Despite the fact that she’d left the redhead in an unconscious pile at the end of the match, Dream thought it would soon be time to revisit that “GRRRRRRRRHHHHH!” Lisa returned to the here and now when Agnes hauled up on her grip, forcing the other brunette onto her toes.
“What do you say, Lisa?” Merle asked when he heard the Dream’s groan of pain. “Do you want to give it up?”
“No!” she barked and waved a hand to indicate as such. “I just need this cheating Wannadream to NO DAMMIT!”
Smiling quite widely as the FAWNatics urged her on, Appleby started toward her corner, where Charlotte Coles was eager for some vengeance on the straining Dream. “Not to worry dear, this isn’t detention, just a little student-teacher conference where Ms. Coles and I will show you how to grrrrrgggnnnNNNGGHH!”
Lisa wanted nothing to do with such obvious charlatanry, so she reached back with her good right hand and grabbed as much if Agnes’s hair as her Dreamy fingers would allow. Forcing the former teacher’s chin against the point of her right shoulder, Lisa hopped up and dropped to her tush, a makeshift Jawbreaker that undid Appleby’s grip with only a minor jolt to her left shoulder. Scrambling up while Agnes stumbled back on her heels, the Ultimate Image made as if to rush the reeling brunette before whipping around and making a beeline for Charlotte. Airborne before the blonde even knew it, Lisa THWHACKED her across the face with a flawless Leg Lariat that sent the Pink Lady tumbling to the floor.
Back on her feet in an instant, Lisa charged at the remaining P.T.A.er with a Clothesline at the ready only to come up short in the most spectacular fashion. Though still suffering the ill effects of Lisa’s Jawbreaker, Appleby was clearheaded enough to know what happened to her partner, but rather than move to intercept, she held her ground and let Dream come to her. When she did, the Advocate for Academic Excellence dipped to the side and looped her arms around the former World Champion’s waist. Soon as the Gutwrench was in place she hoisted Lisa up, over and down, gorgeous two hundred and seventy degree arc that got real ugly when Appleby dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Lisa spine-first atop her posted thigh.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lumuK4nM6nw
The Dream jolted up then got shoved off, her aching back taking another pounding as Agnes forced her to the mat. Quick to slide into a Crossbody, Agnes made a point of bundling up both legs as she folded Lisa up for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Lisa kicked a shoulder up, negating Celia’s silent trip between the ropes. Unaware of the Temptress’s near interference, Agnes cupped Dream under the chin and hauled her to boot leah--“ERRRRGGGHH!”
Persistence, as it so often did, paid off when Lisa’s nails finally found her opponent’s eyes. Snatching hold of the other brunette’s right wrist before the foolish ref could bleat a word, Lisa swung around in a half circle and slung Appleby toward the far side of the ring as hard as she could. “Check my back!” Lisa sobbed the very instant Agnes was out of her grasp. “I think that savage may have sprained it!”
That was far from true, it would take more than an imperfect Backbreaker to damage her virtuous vertebrae. No, the only reason she sought the idiot’s attention was to make sure he didn’t notice when Celia pulled down the bottom rope right about the time Agnes put her back to it. Denied the support of the strands, Appleby flipped out into nothingness and landed with a heavy THWHAP squarely between the Sisters of Mercy.
“Quickly now.” Celia told her support staff without even bothering to look around or raise her voice for that matter.
Kristen and Deborah nodded to one another, then pulled their surgical masks into place for the wetwork ahead. Striking with the speed and practice of hyenas, Hurt scraped Agnes off the floor while Manners leapt onto the apron, albeit at the corner opposite Celia. Since Appleby was in no shape to oppose her, Nurse Hurt wrapped her arms around the woozy brunette’s upper thighs and easily muscled her into what looked like the stall for an Inverted Atomic Drop. But instead of genuflecting, she sidled up to the apron about halfway between Kristen and Celia. Patient in place, Manners exploded down the narrow ledge and whipped her right leg out and up in a Soccer Kick that THWACKED off Agnes’s chest. Even worse, Deborah used the strike’s momentum as her cue to drop onto her knees, which in turn THWHUMPED Agnes spine-first against the barely-padded concrete floor.
The stereo impacts raised a ruckus with the fans, but Lisa, bless her perfectly black heart, held the ref’s attention just long enough for the Sisters to clear off, leaving Agnes looking like she’d suffered nothing more than a case of Abrupt Onset Gravity Assisted Concrete Poisoning. (AOGACP for short)
“Could you PLEASE get her back in the ring, Mister Referee?” Lisa asked as sweetly as she could manage, a hint of impatience remaining. “I know her previous job was to put little children to sleep and these Wannadreams are much the same, but still…”.
The official moved next to the ropes, hovering over Agnes. He stared, confused at Appleby’s condition. He glanced at Doctor Blassenville who shrugged in response. “Yes?” she asked.
The man shook his head and started his count, Agnes making into one knee at ‘EIGHT’, but in the last second and a half she rose and slid underneath the bottom rope; unfortunately into the waiting arms of the Luscious One.
The Dream tugged the blasted instructor up in one fluid motion, collecting her in a Front Facelock, slipping a limp arm of the brunette over her shoulders and snatching Appleby’s left leg, yanking it into a raised cradle. Lisa launches Agnes high into the air and introduced her to the Ode to Perfection, dropping Agnes on her skull with the devastating Fisherman’s Buster.
ODE TO PERFECTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHO7VL4Vdj8
The impact sent Agnes rolling to a seat, cradling the back of her skull with both hands. The Ultimate Image didn’t tug her back down. Instead, she scrambled to one knee behind the schoolmarm and DROVE the raised joint between Appleby’s shoulderblades while grabbing both wrists and pulling back. The maneuver drew pained chirps from Agnes, Lisa smirking at the worried baby blues of Coles.
Wrenching away on arms and testing arching vertebrae, Lisa worked her advantage for long seconds, whispering unheard not-so-sweet nothings in Appleby’s ear. Tiring of the torture, Lisa changed her grip and tugged Agnes back to her feet by her noggin, corralling it in a Three Quarters Facelock over The Dream’s right shoulder. The flawless brunette Snapmared the tanned teacher of the P.T.A. to her derriere. She headed for the ropes behind the aching Agnes, Appleby reaching both hands under her bruised bum.
Rebounding, Lisa dove over Appleby’s right shoulder, grabbing her braincase as she flew by, and THUMPED Agnes’ forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood between her legs. Agnes’s head whipped away from the impact, leaving her sprawled, dark brown eyes glazed from the forceful contact.
Lisa, having somersaulted to her feet, turned and raced to the cables to the side of the P.T.A.er. She lifted off, leather-clad limbs extended for a Leg Drop across the throat of Miss Appleby, but the lithe brunette rolled out of range, leaving The Dream with a less than perfect ending, ramming her tailbone into the canvas with no reward.
Lisa yelped in pain, grabbing at her ass to the joyous laughter of the Dreamophobes. Both women scrambled for vertical, Agnes reaching it first and throwing her body into the ropes behind her for added momentum. She sprinted at Lisa after the rebound only to find a faceful of boot heel when The Dream spun into a lethal kick to the face of the schoolmarm.
SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=armbFz77wKo
Agnes’ cranium was sent shooting to the deck, The Dream getting two for one when the back of Appleby’s noggin THUNKED against the canvas. Instead of capitalizing with a pin attempt, Lisa turned to her corner and, not waiting for direction, strode to her destroyer-class therapist, the women tagging matter-of-factly, Lisa sliding out as Celia took her place.
Agnes was up to a seat as Blassenville strode in from behind and Charlotte raised warning flags in the form of waving arms and verbal alerts. Agnes responded, but slowly, reaching stooped feet by the time the dangerous PhD sank a claw into Appleby’s scalp.
The good doctor spun Agnes toward her and delivered a Toe Kick to the flat, tanned tummy of the PTAer, doubling Agnes over with a guttural grunt. Collecting dual underhooks of Appleby’s arms, Celia yanked the good-sized brunette off the canvas with ease, flipped her over at the apex and dropped to her knees to THWHAM her into the canvas with a Double Underhook Powerbomb.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgi-ilTsLLU
Celia remained on all fours, a lowered version only inches above the splayed Agnes, but she didn’t press her body down, not bothering to force the brunette to kick her way free to survive. Instead, she collected both wrists and rose, drawing Agnes up with her and, in one fell swoop, vaulted her off the canvas and into a less-than-loving embrace. Blassenville’s flexing arms surrounded the slender waist of Agnes, cinching tight around her abs and forcing a loud exhale from her foe’s lungs.
Caught in a grizzly of a Bear Hug, the brunette, not short by any means, could only tickle the canvas with the toes of her boots and so wrapped her legs loosely around Celia’s hips to try and relieve some of the pressure. It’s a fruitless attempt as Blassenville bore down on the breathtaking cuddle, Appleby’s brown eyes bulging when Celia cinched further and added a violent shake, Agnes’ head loosening on her neck after a full five seconds of jarring twists.
Apparently feeling Agnes’s body slacken the appropriate amount, Doctor Blassenville used the hug to launch Appleby in a skyscraping Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Agnes flipping over the powerful redhead’s shoulders and CRASHING to the deck, her back already arching in anguish before the brunette skidded to a stop, thankfully and luckily near her own corner.
Whether a mistake or a gift wasn’t clear, but the cries of the battered Agnes fell upon nearby ears, Charlotte stretching her arm as far as she could over the top rope, gallantly ready to take her partner’s place against the intimidating size and smarts of Lisa’s shrink.
Celia seemed unconcerned as she walked toward Appleby and when her reach toward the chocolate-colored locks of the ex-teacher came up short when Agnes dove to Coles, she backed up and invited the blonde in.
The Sisters of Mercy made it clear to Coles she’s in need of therapy if she took the good doctor up on her offer, but the Pink Lady ignored their ‘advice’ and slid through, Celia instantly charging with Double Axhandle ready to crown Charlotte with an important lesson.
But Coles ducked the effort and Celia pounded the top buckle with her sledgehammer blow. Spinning, she got tagged with a echoing Backhand Chop to the chest that drew a distinct grimace to her flawless features and Coles followed it with another and another, the FAWNatics’ mood lightening as the blonde lit up the pernicious PhD.
Charlotte grabbed a wrist, seemingly trying to Irish Whip Blassenville out of the corner, but the bigger Celia was anchored in place and barely moved from the tug. The Pink Lady seemed ready for this turn of events as she used the handhold to climb the ropes at the redhead’s side, ending standing on the top buckle behind her foe. Again spinning to face the fast-moving blonde, Celia found Coles leaping toward her from short range, her knees landing on Blassenville’s shoulders, the momentum and mass of the P.T.A.er combining to stagger the good doctor and Charlotte ‘rode’ her down, knees on shoulders until the back of Blassenville’s head THUMPS into the deck.
In an instant schoolgirl pin, Charlotte’s shins atop Celia’s biceps, the stunned crowd counted along with the slaps of the mat for...
ONE…
TWO…
Blassenville planted her feet and bridged hard, tossing Coles onto all fours almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’
Undaunted by the redhead’s emphatic escape, Charlotte hurried to her feet so she was ready and waiting when her foe did the same. Celia had no sooner regained her moorings when the Pink Lady took one away courtesy of a Low Dropkick that PWAAAKED against her right thigh. Dropped to one knee, Blassenville started to rise at once, but found herself caught in a Front Facelock. Bearing down for all she was worth, Charlotte kicked her right leg back, then whipped it forward to give herself even more momentum when she laid out on her back. Celia’s forehead THWHUNKED against the canvas but if Coles had hoped to go for a cover she was destined for disappointment as the Crimson Cagliostro bounced to one knee instead of flopping onto her back like a normal human being.
SHORT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7EufKbsAdg
Charlotte raked a hand through her hair and nodded. “That’s ok. That’s fine.” she said to no one in particular. “You just keep getting up and I’ll just keep putting you down.”
Celia must’ve heard her because she started to rise to her full height. Coles wasn’t quite ready to deal with the redhead on that level so she spiked a Toe Kick into Blassenville’s stomach, then spun around and raced into a neutral set of ropes. Returning as a pink n’ blonde streak, the P.T.A’er caught Celia’s noggin in a loose Cravate about half a heartbeat before she popped off a flawless somersault. Charlotte landed on her tush while the not so good doctor landed on the back of her head and shoulders after an unpleasant trip through the spin cycle.
SOMERSAULT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TqI-tt7ZuY
That marked the first time Blassenville didn’t immediately recover, so Coles tossed herself atop the fallen Destroyer and bundled both legs tight. On their feet as the scent of upset filled the air, the crowd joined the ref in tolling…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Temptress kicked loose and flopped onto her side facing away from Coles. Delighted by the sight of that fearsome witch turned back to, Charlotte bounced to boot leather and shot a thumb’s up to Agnes. “Gotta soften her up a little bit more, Ags! Then we can finish her off!”
Appleby returned the gesture and started clapping loudly, doing her best to make sure the FAWNatics were all rallying behind the Pink Lady. Whether she got all of them making noise was unknown, but it sure as hell sounded like the whole arena was urging Charlotte on when she jogged to an empty corner and climbed to the high rent district. Pushing out of a deep crouch when Blassenville struggled to her feet, Coles waited until her foe turned her way, then leapt into the void feet first. The Missile Dropkick was perhaps a foot from the redhead’s chest when Celia’s hands came up and knocked her stems off course with a vicious swat. Her momentum redirected in the worst possible way, Charlotte THWHUMPED down flat on her back and just laid there sucking in great, tearing gasps.
Celia did a bit of heavy breathing as well, though hers smoothed out long before the splattered blonde’s. “That was a bit of a breakthrough you had there, Ms. Coles.” Blassenville said without a trace of irony. “Alas, I feel you are about to suffer a relapse.”
Then she bent down, grabbed a huge handful of hair and hauled Charlotte to her feet. Aware of, but paying very little attention to Lisa’s calls for a tag, Celia sidled in against her foe’s right side and slung that arm over her right shoulder. Her own right arm crooked around Coles’s chest, all the better to grasp the base of her neck. Curling her left arm around Charlotte’s lower back, Blassenville popped her hips to take the smaller woman up, over and down onto the back of her head with a THWHUMPING Uranage as potent as any you’d see from Smith or Deschain.
URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F93DC3OGijY
Coles pooled onto her back and showed only minimal awareness when Celia peeled her up with a double handful of hair. Arranged behind her knock-kneed adversary, Blassenville cranked Charlotte’s head back and wedged it under her left arm in an Inverted Facelock. “You may wish to avert your eyes, Agnes.” Celia told the worried looking brunette on the other side of the squared circle. “Certainly Charlotte would do the same, were she given the option.”
Appleby kept her eyes locked on the redhead and Celia had to admire her guts. She was still admiring them when she snapped her right arm under Coles’s torso in a barrel roll that put her on her back and THWHAMMED Charlotte down flat on her face and chest. As if the Rolling Cutter wasn’t bad enough already, Celia maintained her grip on impact and tumbled through to get back on her feet with Charlotte still in tow. Turning to face her patient, Blassenville snatched hold of her prey’s waistband and said, “Thank you for your patience, Lisa. It will be rewarded promptly.” Always pleased to hear the word ‘reward’ framed in the context of her perfection, Lisa beamed and put her hands together, the Ultimate Image leading the small group of Dreamophiles that cheered loudly when the Destroyer muscled Coles into the air and spun her over and down into a second Rolling Cutter, this one far more elevated than the first.
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_m-MqDBieR8
Celia used the last of her momentum to roll the gobsmacked blonde onto her back, but she made no move to cover. Instead she collected Charlotte’s noggin and lifted her to some semblance of verticality. From there she transitioned to a Wristlock, took two big steps toward her corner and sent Coles racing on ahead with an Irish Whip. The Pink Lady retained just enough awareness to turn around before she BWUUUNGED back-first into the buckles, but that only meant a better view of Celia when the redhead charged in and TWHAPPED a murderous Clothesline across her clavicle. Tagging Dream in while Coles was still sandwiched in the corner, Celia pulled the blonde clear of the corner so Lisa could climb into a seat on the top buckle.
Quick to take Charlotte’s head when it was offered, the Dream applied an Inverted Facelock of her own, then flipped off her perch despite the fact that Blassenville was directly in the line of fire. No problem there, Celia caught Lisa’s leather-sheathed stems across each brawny shoulder, then pushed up and spun them away. The result saw Dream vaulted up n’ over into a high elevation, high speed Inverted DDT that THWHAMMED Charlotte down flat on the back of her head and shoulders.
DREAM THERAPY @ 6:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmEi8kpmAOA
Charlotte’s legs shot straight up and Lisa grabbed hold but only so she could pull the semiconscious Pink Lady over onto her knees. Securing the Three Quarters Facelock while they were both still grounded, Lisa jammed Charlotte’s chin against her right shoulder and powered to her feet. “You’ve basked in the glow of my perfection far too long, Wannadream. Now it’s time you went back to that failure friend of yours and tell her what you’ve learned about screwing with me.”
Pulling her left hand away from the Facelock, Lisa flipped Agnes a perfectly manicured middle finger, then scythed her right leg forward and back, the momentum of it whipping her onto her tummy whereas poor Charlotte was THWONKED down on the crown of her skull. The involuntary headstand turned into a boneless spread eagle which itself became a comfy cushion when Lisa scooted forward and sat on the blonde’s chest. In the P.T.A. corner, Agnes started through the ropes, but it was really only to make sure Dream and her ‘medical staff’ didn’t pile on after the…
DAY DREAMER @ 1:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OA0hgz_PEo
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa got up and would’ve gone nose to nose with Appleby if Celia hadn’t called after her. “This session is over, Lisa. The Wannadreams don’t deserve two doses of your perfection for the price of one.”
Dream more than agreed with her, yet the lack of fear in Agnes’s eyes seriously irritated her. The feeling was somewhat soothed when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall, CELIA BLASSENVILLE AND LISA DREAAAAAAAAAM!”
“Don’t you forget it, chalk for brains.” Lisa snapped to Appleby after Nurse Hurt raised her hand. “Any time you need another lesson in perfection, schedule an appointment and I’ll whip your flawed ass all over this ring.”
Agnes took a defiant step forward knowing full well Celia and the Sisters could be on her in a heartbeat. “If I can separate you from those three you’ll be the one learning a lesson, Lisa. Perfection is an illusion. Just like your reputation.”
“You snot-nosed nothing, I don’t have to take that from--” Lisa was halfway across the ring before the Sisters pulled her back. “You’re lucky they’re here.” Dream growled. “Next time you won’t be so lucky. If I think you deserve a next time.”
Agnes said nothing, she simply snorted and strode over to the official, who was working to bring Charlotte around. “I really want to finish her right now.” Lisa said when Celia approached a moment later. “Why can’t I finish her now?”
“Because then she would be finished and she couldn’t worry about what you might do to her in the next meeting. This way her clearly imperfect psyche will conjure all sorts of terrors and your victory will be assured even before the bell sounds.”
Lisa nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Good. She SHOULD be afraid. They should ALL be afraid.”