Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:21:39 GMT
The Announcer checked his notes and put them away with a sigh. Mustering enthusiasm for a task her knew would be interrupted, the man raised his microphone and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first…” He paused for a moment and looked to the stage. Nothing but the expectant buzz of the crowd. Frowning slightly, he resumed. “Introducing first, hailing from the Red Hook Section of Brooklyn New York, she weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds and stands at five feet five inches tall. She is the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe, the Happy Anarchist, the Smiling Knight, this is MADDY CRANE!
MADDY'S NEW JAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XssH5ST_GyQ
As startled by the lack of interruption as the Announcer, the FAWNatics turned to the stage in anticipation of Ok Go! and were treated to a reedy whistling instead. Said whistle was quickly joined by a chorus of voices and then augmented by the grinding guitars and smashing drums of Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’. Maddy appeared shortly thereafter, the redhead fireplug stepping through the curtain with a slightly more cockeyed version of her usual snarky grin. At the moment she was armored in a simple black tee-shirt emblazoned with a single word in oversized Impact font: PIPEBOMBSHELL.
MADDY CRANE:
An interesting tag to be sure, but Crane didn’t let the fans mull it very long as she peeled the garment off and tossed it over her shoulder before heading down the aisle. For her second go round with the Ultimate Image and her merciless medical staff, she 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.
Speeding up as she closed on the ring, Maddy bounded on the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. She paused just long enough the message stamped across her briefs: POBODY’S NERFECT. Then she vaulted over the strands and went straight to center ring where she pumped a one-armed salute reminiscent of Sydney Deschain. Cheers all around there was no denying that, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of confusion running beneath it. The reason for it was simple, if not immediately obvious.
FAWN’s most notorious motor-mouth hadn’t said a word.
With the oddly quiet brat in Perfection’s Lair ready for another flawless beating, a familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted and, a split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the light show.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
LISA DREAM:
The jeers rose to a crescendo along with the stirring accompaniment, 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 denied it, meant everyone.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Beside her in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt covered by a long white lab coat was the good doctor. The powerful redhead moved close to The Dream’s right shoulder and whispered in her patient’s ear.
And just when it seemed the crowd’s ire couldn’t be raised further, two beautiful if brutal brunettes joined the devious doctor and the perfect patient. The Sisters of Mercy 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 cowskin; 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’ cobweb 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. Tonight, Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah joined them, making it a four-on-one staredown.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“And her opponent. Accompanied by Dr. Celia Blassenville, MD and PhD, 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 fiteeen pounds, the Luscious One herself...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…LISA DREAM!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream stepped through the cables alone but seemingly unconcerned. She moved to center stage while Celia strode back down the steps to the floor below. The Sisters dropped down, settling into The Dream’s corner to bracket the auburn-maned clinician.
The bell CLANGED and Lisa went straight for the redhead in spite of the fact that both Celia and the Sisters had urged caution when dealing with the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe. “See this perfect hand, Wannadream?” Lisa asked as she held up her left hand? “See the flawless arm that connects that perfect hand to my sculpted shoulder? All three of them are fine. None bear the slightest trace of that night when you tried to break my arm in a petulant fit of temper.”
Maddy hadn’t cracked a smile during her march to the ring but her lips curled now. “Petulant fit of temper, is that what you call it? I think Gladiatrix called it ‘a show of ferocity which the coddled, arrogant former World Champion wasn’t prepar--”
CRAAACK!
Lisa swiveled her head with a left-handed Bytch Slap and followed with a Pie Face that rocked Crane back on her heels. “I don’t care what you call it, I don’t care what THEY call it. I only care that all your big, tuff talk wasn’t enough to keep me from dropping you on your head. And guess what, Wannadream?” The Dream extended the index finger on her left hand and jabbed it into Maddy’s chest to emphasize each word. “It’s about to happen all over agaWHOAHHOOOOWWWW!”
Crane snatched the brunette’s wrist in both hands, took a big step backward and twisted Lisa’s arm in a wide, smooth circle. Dream groaned, leaned forward and smacked her stinging shoulder to dull the pain. Cranking back on the taller woman’s wrist to add another degree of hurt to the Arm Wringer, Mads looked over the so-called perfect wing and said, “Damn Lisa, I think you’re right. This thing looks good as new!”
“Of course I’m right, stupid! I’m Lisa freakin’ DreaMERRRGGGGHH!”
Maddy halved the hold on Lisa’s wrist, raised her right arm high and brought the point of her elbow down on the brunette’s shoulder.
“NO!” Dream didn’t sound panicked but she most definitely didn’t sound happy as she strained her free arm toward the ropes.
“That all you’re gonna do?” Crane snapped at her. “Count on those freaks to save your ass again?” Rather than wait for a response she drilled two more Elbow Drops into Lisa’s left shoulder, then pressed down and ground the bony joint back n’ forth.
Hating the old familiar bite seeping into her shoulder again, the Ultimate Image shoved Maddy’s elbow away with her free hand and straightened up as best she could. Eyes pointed toward the ropes, she reaaaaaaaaached for ‘em and even inched a few steps closer.
The redhead snorted with derision. “Already reaching for help? Tell me, Lis, when did you realize you’d transitioned from delusional wrestler to deluded mental patient with an entourAAAARRRHHH!”
Lisa swung her suddenly hooked hand back in Maddy’s direction and raaaaaaaaaaaked her across the eyes. Mads yelped and let loose of the Dream’s wrist in order to tend to her face. “NOTHING about me is a delusion, Wannadream!” The former World Champion’s standard arrogance was back full force long before she twined her fingers in Crane’s dark hair. “Except of course for my supposed tolerance for mouthy brats. THAT is a delusion, albeit one shared by the rest of the world and not myself.”
Maddy didn’t answer save to reach for her attacker’s wrists so Lisa jerked her into a THUMPING Kneelift to the pit of her stomach. The first was followed by a half dozen more, each successive blow driving a little more air from Crane’s lungs while dropping her knees a little lower to the canvas. Lisa could’ve made her a penitent if she’d kept at it, but she straightened the redhead with a few inches to spare. “Penance is too mild for what I’ve got in mind for you, Wannadream.” she cooed sweetly. “You’re going to prostrate yourself to better acknowledge my perfection before the night is over.”
The redhead’s lips started to twitch and the Dream couldn’t have that so she swatted her with a quick forehand / backhand combo. Overjoyed to have this particular tramp reeling (not that there’d ever been any doubt in Lisa’s mind) the leather-clad lovely worked her right arm between Crane’s legs and hooked her left arm over Mads’ right shoulder. Hoisting the smaller battler up onto her right shoulder. the Dream tromped a big circle around the squared circle before she pushed onto her toes and tossed Maddy to the canvas with a BOOMING Scoop Slam.
“Supine is good.” Lisa noted while her foe moaned and arched her back. “But really, nothing beats prostrate. It puts your disgustingly imperfect lips that much closer to the soles of my Dreamy boots.” And so Lisa pivoted to Crane’s left side and jabbed several rude little kicks into her ribs. “On your belly now, Wannadream.” she demanded after a particularly unpleasant kick made Maddy shudder. “Don’t make me waste oxygen telling you twiWHOAH! HEY! YOU’RE RUINING MY PERFECT EQUILIBRIUM!”
But Maddy didn’t stop, not now that she had a death grip on her rival’s ankle. Her standing forced Lisa to hop on one foot, a pose she didn’t much appreciate, not that Crane gave a tinker’s damn. “I get why you wear the pants. I mean, besides the fat thighs and varicose veins.”
“How dare you!” Lisa leaned forward and swiped at the Sultana of Slapstick but she remained maddeningly out of reach. “You and I both know that to unveil my flawless stems for even one second would burn the eyes from every leering idiot in this tourist trap hellholNNNGGGHH! OOOWW! STOP THAT!”
Maddy nodded like she understood, then brought her left elbow down onto Lisa’s knee for a second time. “Can’t wear kneepads under leather pants, can you, Dreamy? You know what that means, don’t you? Means there’s nothing protecting your knees from my elbows.” she illustrated this point by gouging Lisa’s knee again. “And all that constriction is going to feel even worse when your knee starts to balloon like a saus--” Dream sprang off her plant foot and whipped an Enzugiri at the side of Maddy’s head. Her execution was flawless (duh) but the landing was marred when Crane ducked low and the former FAWN World Champion thumped down on her belly. “You thought what I did to your arm was bad, Dreamy? Wait‘ll you try to run away from me on one leg.” Mads didn’t wait for an answer, she only yanked up on the Dream’s ankle as hard as she could, then drove it down to THWHUMP knee-first into the mat.
Lisa shouted, rolled over and pulled her throbbing right knee against her chest. Started to anyway. Crane still claimed possession over her foe’s ankle and she straightened Dream’s leg with a pair of strong tugs. Elbows braced against the canvas, Lisa sat up as best she could and glared daggers at the redhead. “What do you think you’re doing, Wannadream? Everyone knows comedians flop in dramatic roles.” She dug deep and tried to drag herself closer to the ropes only to have Mads pull her right back to center.
“Good thing this isn’t comedy or drama then. What I’ve got planned for you, Lis? It’s straight out of a horror movie.”
“Oh please, my Dreamy nerves can’t be taxed by the likes of AGGHH!”
Crane pushed onto tiptoes and dropped to one knee, the point of which she jammed into the pit of Lisa’s right knee. Half a dozen more had Lisa scrambling to the ropes for the second time in as many minutes and once again the Princess of the Punchline hauled her out into deep water. Regarding Dream with an expression Celia didn’t much care for, Crane did a neat do-si-do around her opponent’s stretched stem, then grabbed hold of her left ankle and stretched out on the canvas. Once Lisa’s right ankle was crooked over her left shin, Mads slung her right leg over the exposed foot and crimped down to secure the Figure Four Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1YkB9uCwa8
Lisa slammed her palms against the mat, arched her back and howled with rage, clearly unable to believe this Wannadream was trying to maul her for a second time.
With Crane having maneuvered her dead center, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection understood it’s time to call upon her flawlessness to escape from the plans of the Wannadream. Face twisted in pain, Lisa bit her lip and tried to spin her body to the right and roll each woman to her chest, reversing the incredible pain pulsing through her lower limb to the redhead.
But Maddy could instantly feel the shift and did everything in her power to keep the foes as they were. She grabbed the tips of Lisa’s available boot toes and stretched her ligaments all the more, drawing an anguished howl from the Luscious One.
“If you think you’re reversing,” Crane huffed, “well… you’re dreaming.”
And indeed, The Dream’s efforts to roll to her right have been short-circuited. Since she was barred from going one way the the multi-fed legend reversed course and rolled in the opposite direction, gaining enough momentum to reach the precipice of turning the Leglock on its head. With each woman on her hip, one battling to reach and one to avoid the tipping point respectively, a final surge from Lisa sent them tumbling over.
Now the leather-clad lovely flexed to spread the pain rather than escape it and it’s the Mirthful One forced to consider whether she could flip again or give the deluded veteran some grudging credit and struggle free. A further flex from The Dreamy One shot a spasm through Maddy’s frame and an exasperated groan from her lips as she untied her knot and crawled out of the predicament.
Flipping to her backside, the grimacing redhead worked at her aching stem while Lisa hoofed it on all fours to her corner, leaning into a seat against the buckles. The Dream stretched her wounded knee toward the outside where both Sisters of Mercy used their healing hands, gently working the joint under the black cowskin until The Dream tried it out with only a twinge left for all the trouble Crane has caused.
“Must be lucky to have your own massage therapists,” Maddy snarked, carefully rising to her feet and keeping her distance. “Do they give ya a happy ending on occasion?”
This time the scowls came from Nurse Deborah and Nurse Kristin more than the personification of perfection. A hand on the shoulder of each caregiver from Dr. Blassenville calmed them.
“Nice trained bytches you have there, Celia. Throw in Lis and you have a poundful of whimpering puppies at your beck and call. Come running for their kibble when you ring the bell, do they?”
A redfaced Lisa had the top rope on either side of her corner in a white knuckle grip, perfect pearlies gnashing while Dr. Blassenville spared some words of wisdom for Lisa’s ears alone. The flawless brunette nodded and circled out of the corner, Crane quickly joining her in the dance until they came together in a Collar & Elbow.
Maddy rotated and drew Lisa roughly into a Side Headlock, wrenching away on the noggin and neck of the former World Champion.
“Have you thought about adding more staff, Lis?” Crane asked. “Three really can’t be enough for a case like yours.”
Letting loose with a frustrated shout, The Dream forced her way forward and used the momentum to throw Maddy off. Crane raced to the ropes in front of her and rebounded, dipping a shoulder toward Dream and NAILING…the floor. Lisa, having taken a less direct attack, dropped to the mat, tangling her legs with the charging redhead’s and using a Drop Toehold to send Crane’s chin THUMPING into the thinly-covered plywood.
Maddy massaged her jaw while Lisa spun to a forward straddle of her foe’s back at the waist. Reaching quickly, Lisa locked her fingers in a grip across the throbbing point of the Sultana’s jawbone and jerks the jerk’s head to the side with a Crossface grip. Lisa leeeeeaned back to add a little spine testing arch to the maneuver. It wasn’t a technician’s dream of a hold, but from the pained look on the redhead’s face and, just as importantly, her shut mouth, The Dream enjoyed the upper hand she’s earned.
“Cream rises,” Lisa informed, yanking violently, trying to snap a vertebrae somewhere along Maddy’s column.
“And scum,” Crane interjected with a muffled grunt.
Lisa gave up her good work to grab dual handfuls of auburn locks and threw Maddy’s mug into the deck with abandon, Crane’s face THUMPING into the mat, her head bouncing off several inches, a glaze growing when The Dream repeated the process a second and third time, her foe’s dark eyes glassy.
The Ultimate Image pulled back a fourth time but rose and dragged Maddy up with her instead. The brunette quickly Snap Mared Crane to her derriere and took off for the cables behind her. Rebounding in from Maddy’s six, Lisa flipped over the redhead’s right shoulder, grabbing Crane’s head as she flew by, spiking her foe’s forehead into the canvas as she somersaulted to a graceful hop to her boots. While she did, Crane’s noggin whipped back from the impact and the mouthy brat ended in what every Dreamophile surely thought was a well-deserved starfish.
Feeling her glorious self once more, Lisa strode to her doctor’s side and shared a handshake with the psycho-analyst, each nodding in satisfaction to the other.
“Time to bring some high art to these swamp rat cretins,” The Dream said, turning to the slowly rising redhead.
She met the spinning Crane with a boot to the crotch that doubled Maddy over with a loud groan, the Dreamophobes not at all pleased with the Ultimate Image’s underfooted tactics. Not surprisingly, Lisa cared little as she tugged the lowered head of Crane toward her, tucking it between her ivory thighs and clamping tight.
With the pressure from the standing Scissors growing, Maddy’s arms wrapped around the perfect stems of Dream, but the throbbing waves from below kept the redhead from Red Hook from tossing Lisa over with a Back Body Drop.
The FAWNatics groaned as they watched Lisa grab Maddy’s lower togs and YANK up on the garment, showing off a lot of extra glute from the Sultana, Crane rising to tiptoes as she yipped from the wedgie sawing between her exposed cheeks.
“Not bad for imperfection,” Lisa noted out of earshot from everyone but the striped shirt and her foe. “and awfully nice for a Bittersweet Symphony.”
With that, Lisa fashioned her palms into slightly cupped butt-swatters and let loose with a wild jazz ensemble on Maddy’s behind, Crane yipping and yelping as the symphony continued, her ass reddening to the slap of hand to cheek, Lisa continuing on to a military march, delighting the few Dreamophiles in the audience to no end and those purveyors of baby powder Maddy would be frequenting after this spanking.
Maddy gritted her teeth, even went so far as to bite her tongue but in the end it wasn’t enough to contain the yips when Dream’s beat reached its butt-broiling crescendo. Finishing as she always did with a trio of double handed SPANKS and a callous squeeze of that devastated derriere. “Though the universe only saw fit to make you a passable wrestler.” Lisa’s tone was a fair approximation of conciliatory as she transitioned Crane’s noggin from the Scissors to a Front Facelock. “It balanced the equation as best it could by making you… or at least your ass… a remarkable musical instrument. Console yourself with that knowledge as you’re limping up the aisle with your tail between your NGH!”
Vulnerable but far from defenseless, Crane pounded a punch into the taller woman’s ribs. No verbal riposte from the Happy Anarchist, only more punches, including a few scuffing efforts focused on Dream’s left knee. Snarling her irritation in the face of this pointless opposition, Lisa bore down on the Facelock and THWAPPED a few Forearm Smashes across Crane’s lower back. She followed those with sharp, stabbing Kneelifts to the tits to end the resistance for good, then reached down and hooked Mads behind her left knee. Yanking the limb off the mat in a rough cradle, the Dream bent her knees slightly before muscling her victim directly overhead.
If she’d fallen backward it would’ve made for a flawless Fisherman’s Suplex or Buster, but the Ultimate Image did no such thing. Rather she swung Maddy back the way she’d came and sat out full force, thus THAWHAMMING her spine-first against the canvas! Breathless and weak after such close exposure to the Third Verse of Lisa’s Ode to Perfection, Crane could only gasp and twitch as the former FAWN World Champ wrapped both arms around her left leg and draped an ankle over her left bicep for the…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE 3:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaLjZhQ8YYE
ONE…
TWO…
The Princess of the Punchline kicked over onto her stomach with a full second to spare, which didn’t please Lisa in the slightest. “So you’re counting in slow motion now?” she barked at the official, who did everything he could not to roll his eyes. “You think maybe if you handicap me enough it’ll make this pathetic comedy act look credible? Don’t make me laugh!”
Maddy pushed up on her hands and rested the crown of her skull against the canvas. “As if you could make anyone laugh, Dreamy.” Crane grunted. “You’re the only joke on this roster that isn’t the tiniest bit fuNNAAAAAAAAHHHHH BYYYYTTCCCCH!”
Infuriated that this Wannadream would even consider speaking ill of her perfection, Lisa pushed to one knee and snatched hold of Maddy’s already distended bottoms. Another wedgie would’ve been a mercy at that point so of course the brunette reached between the penitent’s thighs and applied a Claw directly to her crotch. “Say something now!” Dream barked over her opponent’s agonized wails. “Go ahead, funny girl! Show me how funny you are with tears streaming down your face!”
The referee kept a safe distance for the first several seconds to see if Crane would make a quick scramble to the safety of the ropes. But when Maddy only made it a foot or so on her elbows, he hurried over and knelt beside the action. “What do you say, Mads? Need me to call for the bell?”
Maddy lifted her head and shook it defiantly ‘no’. “It’s gonna take a helluva lot more than this cheap tramp’s press-on nails to finish GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH SHHHHIIIITTTT!”
Lisa relaxed the pressure just long enough to slip her fingers under the sweat-slicked lycra. Then she resumed her attack with even greater ferocity, her flawless fingers not just battering the doors to Crane’s sanctum sanctorum, but gouging the walls as well. “Give. It. Up. Wannadream.” Lisa demanded in a cold tone that lacked all of her usual arrogance. “Scream your surrender this instant or I’ll show the whole world your disgusting little O-FOOOFFFHHH!”
Crane lifted one knee off the mat and stuffed a truncated kick into her tormentor’s belly. The claw stayed in place but Dream’s rhythm was thrown off long enough for the redhead to start clambering for the ropes. Lisa crawled along after, her terrible talon still imparting a heavy toll even when Crane grabbed the bottom rope in both hands. “GET THE F*CK OFF!’ she roared to the disgusted Dream.
The ref agreed with Maddy’s sentiment, though he couched his in the much kinder guise of the five count. Lisa poured it on until four and seven-eighths, then slipped the claw free and got to her feet. Snatching Crane’s hair in her other hand, she forced the knock-kneed battler to stand and forced her chest-first against the ropes. “Did I say you were a great musical instrument?” Lisa purred. “You’re an even better rag.” She jerked Maddy’s head back and wiped those glistening fingers all over the left side of her face. The hoped for sobs of a broken spirit didn’t come, in fact Maddy was eerily silent. More irritated by that than she cared to let on, Lisa took the top rope in both hands and took a giant step backward to bounce Crane from her sanctuary to the no-woman’s land in the center of the ring.
Hands on her hips, Lisa surveyed the situation and decided to visit the nearest corner. Slipping onto the apron without a word, she strode to the turnbuckle and leapt to the top like the lightweight most fans forgot she was. Elsewhere, Maddy Crane massaged her aching center in such a way as to avoid becoming a whole thread on Superior Pictures by the next morning. As of yet unaware of Lisa’s highflying machinations, the Glad Bomber got to her feet and rounded on one heel just as the crowd raised a warning cry. Lisa was already airborne, in fact she’d crested the apex and was rapidly descending to what looked like a most unpleasant seat atop her prey’s shoulders.
Ever mindful of those leather-sheathed legs, Maddy raised her hands and stepped back just as Dream would’ve clamped down on her noggin. Denied their first target Lisa’s legs ‘smecked’ shut around Crane’s waist and squeezed. “Is this the best you’ve got?” Dream sneered into Maddy’s face after the Wannadream laced both hands against the back of her head. “Delaying the inevitable long enough to trick these people into thinking you’re more than WHOOAAAAHHHH NNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Maddy leaaaaaaaned forward until she was almost bent double. Then she straightened up fast and jerked herself clear of Dream’s Scissors, leaving only the Neck Clasp to connect them. Stretched out like a glorious, albeit surprised banner, Lisa didn’t realize the gravity of her situation until gravity actually kicked in. That’s when Crane sat out and THWHAMMED her down on her face, chest and belly courtesy of a Pull-Out Facebuster. Lisa bounced onto her back like the mat was a trampoline but that was the only sign of life she showed until a vengeful Mads splashed across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
PULL-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xq11Ljdf7EI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Deborah hopped down from the apron, rejoining Kristin and Celia without the ref ever knowing she’d been there. Her cheeks still burning with the shame of what she’d endured in the ropes earlier, Maddy held her razor-edged tongue as she sidled into place above the woozy brunette’s head. Hooking Dream under the armpits she tugged her into a drunken-semi seat in the redhead’s lap. “Can’t lie to you, Lis’.” Crane said while leaning forward to grab her foe’s right knee. “I came here tonight looking to hurt you. But after that shyt you just pulled inside my trunks? Bytch, I’m go to hurt AND humiliate. That’s a promise.”
“The…. the… the promises of a Wannadream mean nothing to meEEEEEEEERRRHH AAAAAHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Maddy didn’t stop. She’d already crooked Lisa’s right leg into the short part of the ‘4’, immediately thereafter she secured possession of the brunette’s left calf and pulled her leg straight up to put immense pressure on the already twinged knee.
FIGURE FOUR STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnih6Q0DU1U
“No baby, I’m not gonna stop.” Mads shifted her control up to Dream’s ankle which gave her even more torque for the Stump Puller. “Not until you quit. Not until you BEG me to keep my claws away from your filthy crotch.”
Hardly in the best position to argue, a mewling Lisa reached behind her but found precious little to tear into. Instead, she’s soon reduced to tearing at her own dark, flowing locks to try and spread the pain, hardly a perfect strategy no matter how perfectly it’s done. Still, there’s no quit in the Ultimate Image or at least not any by the time Crane decided something more was needed.
Maddy released her Puller and The Dream sighed deeply as her aching legs fell to the canvas. Behind her, the Sultana of Slapstick raised a pointed elbow above the crown of Lisa’s skull and dropped it, sending the look on Lisa’s face from pained to stunned.
“You like to play downstairs do you?” Crane asked rhetorically, Dream in no position to answer when Maddy lowered the boom with a couple more pointed joints to her foe’s braincase. “I can bring that noise.”
Crane scooped her arms under Lisa’s perfect pits and tugged the brunette up to unsteady feet where The Dream wobbled but didn’t fall down. Behind her, in a neutral corner, Maddy climbed to the top buckle and folded her right set of fingers into a fist, raising it high. She leapt toward Lisa and lowered the BOOM, dropping to one knee to land and throwing her Diving Ass Punch where the sun doesn’t shine, even on The Dream’s perfect frame.
SNARK ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTrBYAJTMQs
The knuckles hit home and sent a very woken Lisa hopping into the air from the flagrant assault to her leather encased derriere. Howling, her hands flying to her battered buttocks, Lisa landed face and chest first on the canvas. Her knees still under her, The Dream presented her cheeks to the air and, unfortunately for her, Crane. Maddy balled up and fired another that split the glutes. Lisa let out a shriek as she flopped forward, both Nurses forced to grimace from the blockbuster butt invasion.
Lisa’s hands covered her aching undercarriage as she rolled toward the waiting arms of Nurse Kristen, but a raucous redhead intervenes, Crane kicking the ropes in front of the health care delivery professional.
“Isn’t there a Dreamophile with a broken heart you can attend rather than a delusional twit in the middle of a colonoscopy?” Maddy asked.
The redhead tugged Lisa up to her knees, the wincing Dream’s hands still draped behind her, the brunette’s face leaning against Maddy’s hip, propping her in place until Crane could confirm each of Lisa’s “team” were a safe distance away. Once done, she yanked Dream up the rest of the way with a couple handfuls of hair.
Crane came on with full frontal assault this time, punting Lisa’s pussy, doubling over the wide-eyed gasping model of faultlessness, and drawing her violently between her legs. The redhead from Red Hook wrapped her arms around the belly of a molten Lisa and vaulted her to vertical. Of course, the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe doidn’t go straight down with the forlorn Dream, instead sending her pancaking into the canvas with a Diamond Clash Facebuster.
DIAMOND CLASH FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=teMrCn4BgUA
Lisa laid facedown, flat AND stiff as a board. She remained that way as the snark-filled Brooklynite flipped her over like a burger on the barbecue. Crane covered in a Crossbody, hooking a limp leg of the broken Dream for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
A late effort to grab the ref’s ankle and pull him out by Nurse Deborah was preempted by a show of determination deep from the dark pockets of Dreaminess. The multi-fed superstar shoved a shoulder up to the considerable relief of her nursemaids.
“Lisa,” Dr. Blassenville said from the sidelines. One word. Nothing more.
The Dream uttered a weak groan but that was all. Maddy, on the other hand, turned to her fellow redhead.
“I’m sure you know all about passive-aggressive,” Crane acknowledged. “Me? I prefer aggressive-aggressive.”
Crane leapt up onto the middle ropes in front of a startled Blassenville, Maddy snatching the top ropes on either side. And the good doctor didn’t have time to stop Crane from launching high and behind, vaulting above the splayed Lisa and SPLASHING across the thin rim of ivory skin between black leather pants and vest.
REVERSE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdkKP61sVuc
The ‘GUHHHHH’ was loud enough for twenty rows back as The Dream’s damaged form jackknifed around her foe. Gutted, she melted back to the canvas, but Crane passed on the pin, moving to kneel on her haunches next to the shattered Dream. Maddy stared at Lisa’s healthcare providers with a smirk on her lips.
“What WILL you do with Humpty?” She leveled a resounding open handed CRAAACK into the little skin she could find around The Dream’s navel. “And Dumpty for that matter.”
Suddenly Lisa spasmed to life, lifting her legs and surrounding them around the arm delivering the insulting open-hand to the dreamiest tummy in the organization. Scissoring the redhead’s limb tight, Lisa grabbed hold of the wrist with both hands and started to wrench on her Armbar.
A previously delighted crowd was silenced as a yipping Maddy tried to link the fingers of her free hand with those of the trapped one and thus relieve the mounting, excruciating pressure.
Lisa twisted and turned both herself and her prey to prevent it, but within a half dozen seconds Crane squirmed her way to a position where she could lock hands, The Dream showing the knowledge but perhaps not the ability after having her face busted several times in the last few minutes.
Her advantage countered, Lisa refused to let go, trying to break Maddy’s grip and reclaim her submission, but Crane managed to rise from knees to boot leather and further, she started to LIFT LISA OFF THE DECK!
The crowd went apeshit as Maddy drew the perfect, struggling bundle off the canvas, The Dream continuing to refuse to release, until, with Lisa at waist level on the Sultana of Slapstick, Maddy mini-Powerbombed the Ultimate Image into the thinly-sheathed plywood, cracking open the Armbar like a defeated safe.
Lisa’s arms flew wide as she ended up in a spreadeagle while the kneeling redhead rolled her right shoulder and shook out her elbow.
“The last tremor of the perfect zombie,” Maddy hissed. “The thing about zombies is they always have one more scare unless…”
Crane joined her fingers together tightly and Double Axhandled Lisa’s gut ten times in quick succession, The Dream groaning more deeply and loudly after each, sobbing after the last couple, her previous rim of ivory midriff blotched with bruises as she curled into a fetal ball when Crane’s had enough. Maddy turned to the perfect healthcare team.
“Do you have a surgeon?”
None of the Dreamy support staff answered, so the Happy Anarchist laid claim to her foe’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the center of the ring. “Took your arm the first time, Lis’.” Crane noted as she tossed the brunette’s right leg aside to better focus on the left. “Now I’m going to take a leg. This leg, as a matter of fact.” She lifted her right leg and jabbed a short, sharp kick into the pit of Lisa’s knee. The Ultimate Image snarled, twisted as best she could and paid for it with another Toe Kick to her exposed knee.
“You pathetic savage.” Lisa huffed as she struggled onto her elbows. “You can’t beat me so you’ll try to maim me? That’s low, even for a WannadreaNNNGGGGHH!”
Maddy jerked Lisa’s leg straight up and dropped to one knee. Can you guess where it landed? If you said the back of Dream’s left knee, you’d be absolutely correct. “You’re in no position to judge, head-case.” Crane snapped. “As I recall you tossed poor dumb JJ into any obstruction you could find to hide the fact that she was wrestling rings around your tired ass. Kinda like I’m doing right now!”
Holding that leg stretched away from Lisa’s body, the vengeful redhead laid into it with half a dozen more Toe Kicks, then pushed it straight up and delivered that many more quick Knee Drops. Dream never stopped fighting toward the ropes, in fact Crane had to halt on more than one occasion to haul her back to center, but haul she did and eventually Lisa’s only offense was a weak defense of the suffering joint.
“I could mangle you tonight, Lis’.” Mads recaptured the flattened former champ’s right ankle and spread it wide to complete the other half of a ‘V’. “I could work you over until the medics take you away on a stretcher and you know what would happen to me? Cheers all ‘round. Because you are the single most infuriating bytch to walk through that curtain and none of these people would lift a finger to save you from what I have planned.”
Lisa tried to set her elbows again but she only had the energy to get one shoulder canted off the mat. “I… don’t… need… them, Wannadream.” she rasped. “Not when I’ve got the best medical staff perfection can AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
The Princess of the Punchline planted a final Knee Drop between Lisa’s thighs. Still holding onto those twitching ankles, Crane stood up and slung / crooked Dream’s left leg over her right thigh in a squashed sort of ‘4’. Stuffing the brunette’s right shin under her left armpit, Maddy crouched down and slipped her right arm through the center of the ‘4’ then shifted her own left leg so that Lisa’s left ankle was angled across the back of her knee. Fingers clasped across the wounded landscape of Lisa’s left knee, Maddy lifted the taller woman up, rolled her onto her stomach and dropped into a low, ugly crouch atop the Ultimate Image’s backside.
RED HOOK CLOVERLEAF @ 1:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKVw0vCTzyk
“NOOOOOOOO RRRRRGGGHHHH AAAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Lisa’s stupor ended in a white hot explosion of frantic motion as she sought the ropes before her traitorous hands could tap the mat. “LET ME GO, WANNADREAM!” she bellowed at the top of her lungs. “THERE’S NO WAY YOU’LL MAKE ME TAP AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Maddy leaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Red Hook Cloverleaf, which in turn forced Lisa to bury her mouth in the crook of one elbow. “I’ve got a name, Lis’.” Crane said simply. “Use it and I might just let you go.”
“I’LL DO NO SUCH THING!” Dream gouged infuriated knuckles into the mat and puuuuuuussshed up until her perfect frame hovered a few inches above all that hateful canvas. Galvanized by the increased mobility and the very real fear that her left knee was about to pop like a water balloon, Lisa dragged both she and her tormentor toward the ropes. The bottom strand was less than four inches from her questing fingers when Maddy pushed up from her mount and marched them right back to center ring. Keening in anguished disappointment, Dream threw an arm over her head while the other hand twitched ominously.
“Don’t even think about it, Lisa.” Celia said coldly. “Any show of weakness only glorifies that insect’s imperfection.”
“THEN GET HER OFFFFFAAAAAA MEEEEEE!” Lisa answered in a trebling scream.
Blassenville didn’t reply, she looked to the nurses instead. “Deborah, I want you on the other side of the ring and climbing the apron five seconds ago. Kristin, you stay here.” Nurse Hurt took off like a shot and was causing a ruckus on the apron mere heartbeats later. Nurse Manners started to slide under the bottom rope but Celia gripped her arm. “Hold for a moment. We need the official fully committed to--there. Go. Now!”
Kristin dove in, popped to her feet and snatched a huge double handful of Crane’s hair. She’d managed one good tug when Mads let loose, twisted around and slammed a shoulder into the wicked Nurse’s gut. Wrapping her arms around Manners’s waist, Maddy stormed to the edge of the ring and didn’t let a little thing like the ropes stop her. No, she plowed right through the gap between top and middle, leaving she and Kristin to THWHAP against the floor at Celia’s feet.
Blassenville quickly moved from the wreckage to an empty side of the ring, a better position to capture the official’s attention. “Long! Craig Long!” she snapped her fingers and Craig turned toward the sound, but not before he’d ordered Nurse Hurt from the apron.
“What is it, Celia?” he asked warily.
“Check on my patient, Mr. Long. It’s quite possible Crane’s injured her knee, I don’t want her in there a second longer than necessary if she can’t continue.”
A perfectly legitimate concern for a doctor to have for a patient, yet Celia wasn’t worried about Lisa at all, she knew damned well the brunette’s storied ego wouldn’t let her tap out to anything less than a gunshot wound and she’d NEVER tell a referee she couldn’t continue. No, the not-so-good doctor had diverted the ref’s attention yet again so she and Hurt were blessedly unobserved on their trek back to where Maddy Crane was furiously pounding on the noggin of one Kristin Hurt.
More aware of her surroundings than the ferocity of her beatdown might’ve let on, Crane kept right on pounding away until a roar from the crowd told her someone was closing on her six. Swinging around in one smooth motion she brought her right hand up and SHUMPED a blunt Uppercut into Nurse Hurt’s vinyl-sheathed undercarriage. On her feet without saying a word, Maddy grabbed a double handful of Deborah’s hair, hopped up and dropped to her tush to THWHUMP one sister’s head into the other’s tummy courtesy a Sit-Out Facebuster turned Headbutt.
“Oh hey, it’s a pile of nurses.” Crane joked as she got to her feet. “Think I saw that on Cinemax onc--”
A strong hand grabbed her shoulder, spun her around and THWHACK! Mads sent her right heel into Celia’s jaw with a Crane Kick worthy of Mr. Miyagi. “F*ckin’ A.” the redhead huffed from amidst the ruins of Dream’s medical team.
Eager to get back to the ring, she climbed onto the apron, slipped through the ropes and “NNNNNGGGHH!” Lisa put every bit of speed she had into the dive that ended with her right forearm THWHAPPING down across the back of Crane’s skull. This particular Dreamsicle didn’t have nearly the power of some others, it did however leave the Sultana of Slapstick hung in the ropes, which was just fine with Lisa.
“Whuuuuhhhh…. when are you going to learn, Wannadream?” Lisa growled once she’d fought to her feet. “Even with one leg, I am MORE than a match for you.”
With Maddy hanging gut-first on the second rope, Lisa reeled her into a Standing Headscissors and gripped the top rope in both hands. Leaning on the stands as much as she could, the Ultimate Image sprang up so high some of the less devoted Dreamophiles thought the redhead would Back Body Drop their heroine over the top rope. Alas, Lisa reversed course and landed on her tush with a thump that was totally overshadowed by the THWHONK of Maddy’s skull striking the mat.
DREAMY SEESAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWubTaGEHck
Crane spilled onto the canvas finally slowed by perfection personified. And while Lisa’s private clinic was in the midst of picking themselves off the floor, a collective victim of an unruly mental defective in the form of Maddy, they had allowed The Dream the breakthrough that left her hobbling above the splayed redhead.
Lisa dipped her right hand into Maddy’s locks and pulled her up, but once vertical, Crane shoved the still aching Dream several steps back and delivered a swinging kick toward Lisa’s balky knee. Thankfully for the Dreamophiles in the stands, as few as there were, the brunette caught the kick before it could do any further damage. Lisa lifted the limb high and wrapped her free arm around the back of Crane’s braincase.
The two proceeded in an odd dance for a few seconds as Lisa called on her long years of experience to cover for her pained frame and, cradling the lifted leg, the Ultimate Image vaulted Maddy into the air, pointed Crane’s skull at the canvas, and dropped her there with a Dreamy Buster silencing both the mouthy bytch and the FAWNatics supporting her.
DREAMY BUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZekDd6WFT0&feature=related
The Dream rolled over the splayed redhead, ending in a Crossbody position for the…
ONE…
TWO…
and Maddy jerked her shoulders off the mat, flopping to her side under the vaunted egomaniac.
Outside, the nurses were the only ones to give their patient a hand, cheering on Lisa to finish the job.
The Dream nodded her assurance and rose over the dazed jester. Suddenly, her knee gave way and she dropped, howling in pain. Showing the intestinal fortitude of a super heroine she rose, but again the limb failed and she fell into the arms of the stripe-shirt.
As the flustered man dealt with perfection in his grill, Dr. Blassenville directed her nursing staff to slide under the apron when the referee’s gaze was situated correctly. Kristin and Deborah drew a wobbly Maddy to her feet and pulled her to the ropes, where each of the Sisters of Mercy slid through in turn, making sure Maddy’s throat was tight to the top cable.
“You don’t give the medicine,” Kristin growled. “We do.”
With that, both women dropped to the floor to double Hot Shot Crane across the unforgiving rubber-coated steel. With two ladies pulling her down, Maddy went airborne on release, flying into a 180 spin away from the ropes, red-faced and grasping desperately at her throat.
As Crane staggered toward her, Lisa shoved the official aside, his help having apparently magically cured her aches and pains. She delivered a digging Toe Kick to Maddy’s tummy, stopping the redhead in her tracks. The Dream slid alongside, shoulder to shoulder, facing in the same direction. She draped Crane’s limp left arm over the back of her neck and swept her right arm in front of the inflamed throat of the less than perfect Crane.
Knowing what’s coming, the FAWNatics screamed for Maddy to counter, but she’s too distracted trying to draw raspy breaths into her lungs. Lisa kicked up her near leg only to throw it back and send each of the grapplers violently forward. While the brunette landed on her chest, Crane’s skull was SPIKED into the deck with the gawd awful Day Dreamer.
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU (first one)
The impact sounded like a shotgun fired at close range and, while in a headstand, Maddy’s body turned to Jell-O as she slopped over to her back, ending in a lifeless spreadeagle. If a finisher could be said to be perfect the Day Dreamer had proven itself. And when Lisa crawled to Maddy and laid an arm across her chest, it’s proven yet again with the...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa remained as stricken as Maddy for long seconds while the referee called for the bell and it tolled. Only when The Dream’s medical attendants enter and the Ring Announcer made things official did Lisa start to stir.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…via pinfall…the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…LISA DREAM!”
The nurses scooped the winded, leather-clad brunette off her latest victim and guided her to a protective hug from the good doctor. While Celia raised an arm high, The Dream still with a hitch in her stance from the aching knee, the Sisters moved to the stirring Maddy and tugged the redheaded ragdoll to her feet.
Doubling her over with stereo knees to the gut, Nurse Deborah and Nurse Kristin kept her bent over with dual Front Facelocks. Celia motioned Lisa toward the gift.
“You may now complete the perfect symphony,” Blassenville informed. And a weary but willing Lisa smiled as she limped to Crane. She shaped both hands into paddles and called for silence. The nurses grabbed Maddy’s trunks and provided a vicious wedgie sending Crane to tiptoes with a yelp, and giving Lisa more room for the various tonal changes she’d require. Lisa nodded to the Sisters and took her place.
“You earned this, Wannadream. Time to entertain...perfectly.”
And entertain she did, her medical staff and the most salacious of the FAWNatics at least. The rest of the crowd jeered their disdain at maximum volume as Maddy’s poor victimized glutes went from flushed to pink to red to a fiery plum that all but guaranteed she’d sleep on her stomach for at least a week. Her fury increasing along with the beat, Dream spanked her vulnerable foe without mercy until the skin on her palms felt as thin as tissue paper. Gritting her teeth for one last cheek shredding solo, Lisa kept at it for a full ten seconds before she snatched hold of Crane’s distended waistband and YANKED with both hands. Maddy sobbed, her knees gave out and she fell before the brunette like a penitent forced to face an unjust judgment.
The Ultimate Image was in the midst of accepting heartfelt applause from the Nurses Hurt and Manners when Celia approached from the left and offered her a steel chair. “Finish her once and for all, Lisa.” Blassenville said of the defenseless Crane. “She has defied you twice and that is twice too often. If she leaves her under her own power it will seriously undermine your aura of perfection.”
A similar thought had crossed the Dream’s mind though she hadn’t thought the good doctor would allow her to act upon it. Discovering otherwise was almost as fun as playing the bongos on that Wannadream’s ass. She accepted the offering from Celia and glanced between Kristin and Deborah. “Each of you take a hand and pull her arms out to the sides. This insect doesn’t deserve the opportunity to deflect her fate.”
All too happy to oblige their star patient, the Sisters of Mercy clamped onto Crane’s wrists and pulled her arms out to shoulder level, thus leaving the Princess of the Punchline stretched in a defenseless ‘T’. Satisfied with their work, Lisa hefted the chair and raised it high overhead. She was busy plotting its arc to Maddy’s skull when the woman in question muttered something under her breath. “What was that, Wannadream?” Lisa chirped. “Any last words?”
Crane lifted her head, revealing a fire in her eyes that eclipsed the burn in her backside. “I said even now you’re still afraid of me. Took all four of you to steal another match from me and even though you just used my ass like a base drum you still want them holding my hands. What’s the matter, Lis’? Afraid I might land one good shot on that septic trench you call a crotch before the Nurses canNNERRGGGGHHH!”
Lisa leaned down, snatched a handful of hair and wrenched Crane’s head back at a hellacious angle. Nose to nose with the unrepentant court jester, FAWN’s only true queen hissed, “I’m afraid of NO ONE, Wannadream! Least of all an up-jumped comedy act who shouldn’t be sniffing the mid-card, let alone sharing a ring with--”
Maddy squenched her lips and spat in Lisa’s face, a total shock to everyone not named Celia Blassenville. Drawing back like she’d been scalded, Lisa wiped off the foul imperfection and clutched up on the chair even tighter than before. “HOLD HER! HOLD HER RIGHT F*CKING THERE! I’M GOING TO SPLIT HER HEAD WIDE OP--”
The speakers, which had faded away from Oh Fortuna when it was clear Lisa had different percussion on her mind, suddenly kicked out a riff that hadn’t been heard in the FAWN Arena in almost a year. As stunned as the rest of the crowd, Lisa and her handlers whirled toward the stage as ‘Jenny Says’ rolled on.
JENNY SAYS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGICoNYu2zQ
“You said she was finished.” Dream said to her doctor without taking her eyes off the as of yet empty stage.
“No. I believe my exact words were, she’ll never bother you ag--”
“SHE’S BOTHERING ME RIGHT NOW!” Lisa roared at the top of her lungs. “WHERE ARE YOU HIDING, JACOBS? YOU WANT ME TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED? JUST SHOW YOUR FACE AND I’LL--”
A figure armed with a steel chair in one hand vaulted over the guardrail beside the commentator’s table and leapt to onto the apron in a single bound. The angle of her approach hidden by the thunderous cry of the crowd, Jenny Jacobs grabbed her weapon at either end and flung it straight at Celia’s unsuspecting back. BWAAANG! The Crimson Cagliostro cried out and instinctively turned to locate her attacker, an effort that didn’t very long because Jacobs leapt onto the top rope and flew across the ring to THWHACK a Springboard Missile Dropkick off the redhead’s chin.
JENNY JACOBS:
Pouncing the instant they saw their employer go down, Nurses Hurt and Manners charged in with the intent of overwhelming the vengeful blonde. A good plan, but it ran into a considerable snag when Maddy Crane balled her right hand into a fist and buried it between Kristin’s thighs in one of the single most spiteful Low Blows in the promotion’s history.
Unaware of the attack on her Sister in arms, Deborah greeted Jenny with a flurry of Haymakers, a few of which connected with the Innovator’s noggin before she got a forearm up to stop the punishment. In no mood for a simple brawl after missing the last eleven months, Jacobs stepped in and delivered a Low Blow of her own, this one courtesy of a stabbing left knee.
Hurt’s jaw dropped and she started to backpedal but didn’t make it more than a few steps before Jenny stormed in and hooked her right arm across the taller Nurse’s chest. With Deborah’s right arm hanging limp over the blonde’s right shoulder, Jacobs sank into a crouch and peeled off a perfect back-flip that THAWHAMMED her burden spine-first into the mat.
JENNYCIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElA3nbcLX8&spfreload=10
Bouncing to her feet while the ring was still shivering with Jennycide tremors, Jenny turned her attention to Kristin Manners only to discover the other Sister had been stretched out on her stomach and locked in that nasty bridging Crossface Chickenwing Maddy called FTW.
FTW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujBO_gOPhyc
Thus free to focus on the Dream herself, Jenny stormed to the side of the ring nearest the foot of the ramp and cursed aloud when she saw Lisa more than halfway to backstage. “’MANIA, DREAM!” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds screamed at the witch who’d tried to end her career. “I WANT YOU AT ’MANIA!”
“WHAT YOU WANT DOESN’T MATTER, WANNADREAM! ONLY WHAT I WANT! AND I WANT YOU TO KISS MY PERFECT ASS!” Lisa flipped her resurgent adversary a double bird, then dipped through the curtain and disappeared from view.
Jenny still might’ve given chase (Lisa was obviously hobbling after all) if a swarm of referees hadn’t burst through the curtain and made for the squared circle at top speed. The sight of one of them ensured that the Dream would live to see at least one more sunrise. Diving under the bottom rope at a speed he didn’t think possible, Algernon Carpenter sprang up and wrapped his ladylove in a giant hug which she returned just as fiercely. Protocol be damned, Al spun Jenny around twice, then pulled her close for a kiss that had the whole of the arena cheering at the top of its collective lungs.
“Watch party in Miami my ass.” the ref said when he finally found his voice. “I have MISSED watching you work this ring, Jenny Jacobs.”
“I have missed working this ring.” she replied with a teary-eyed smile. “Missed seeing you at work everyday too, Al. It’s good to be back.”
“You have no idea.”
They would’ve gone on if a commotion hadn’t drawn their attention elsewhere. Nick Castle, along with Craig Long and Merle had finally detached Maddy Crane from Kristin Manners. The latter immediately rolled under the bottom rope to tend to her wounds in silence while the former struggled against the black & whites with everything she had left.
“GET OFF OF ME! GET THE HELL OFF, DAMMIT!” Crane shook loose, started after Kristin again, backed off when Merle got in the way. “WHERE WERE YOU EARLIER, HUH? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THOSE FOUR, THAT’S RIGHT, NOT ONE, NOT TWO, NOT THREE, BUT FOUR! FOUR BYTCHES WERE ABOUT TO TAKE MY HEAD OFF? WHERE WERE YOU THEN, HUH?” She rounded on Castle, storming to within inches of the head official. “C’mon Castle, answer me. Where were you lazy f*cks when Blassenville and the nurses robbed me for a second time?”
“Easy, Mads.” Al broke in. “You know how brass won’t let us hit ringside unless there’s an imminent threat of--”
“SHE WAS GONNA WRAP A CHAIR AROUND MY HEAD, AL!” she snarled. Catching Jenny’s eye, Crane made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. “Let me guess. The suits figured I couldn’t beat the numbers game myself, but they had an ace in the hole on standby, right? That way Lisa still gets to rip me off and I still get my ass paddled like a f*cking Tri-Delt pledge but no harm no foul because everyone’s favorite blonde highlight reel was waiting in the wings to save me all this time.” Maddy shook her head. “Tell me Jenny, what were you going to do if I had won? Would you have let them jump me and made another fortuitous save? Or would you, just once, just frakking ONCE, let someone else have the spotlight because they’d just won the biggest match of their career? Would you have done that, Jenny? Or would you have been out here no matter what?”
Genuinely taken aback by the redhead’s anger, Jacobs said, “Maddy, I was supposed to come out in an interview segment a little later on. I only made my way into the crowd when it looked like they were going to--”
The Sultana of Slapstick held up one hand, cutting her off. “Save it. Doesn’t matter now anyway.” she paused, took in a deep breath and let it out slow. “Good to have you back, Jenny.” then to the officials. “And you guys can all go piss up a rope.”
With that she shouldered through them, slipped through the ropes and trudged up the ramp.
Jenny almost went after her, but stopped when Al laid a hand on her shoulder. “Let her cool off for a while. She did get cheated, after all. Besides, you’ve got an adoring public that needs greeting.”
“I don’t know, Al. Doesn’t feel right to WHOOAAAHHH HEEEY!” Not about to take no for an answer, Carpenter spun around behind his girl and hoisted her up on his shoulders. Grinning in spite of the conflicting emotions, Jenny raised both hands, curled them into J’s and roared, “I’M BACK, FAWN! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!”
MADDY'S NEW JAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XssH5ST_GyQ
As startled by the lack of interruption as the Announcer, the FAWNatics turned to the stage in anticipation of Ok Go! and were treated to a reedy whistling instead. Said whistle was quickly joined by a chorus of voices and then augmented by the grinding guitars and smashing drums of Shinedown’s ‘Cut The Cord’. Maddy appeared shortly thereafter, the redhead fireplug stepping through the curtain with a slightly more cockeyed version of her usual snarky grin. At the moment she was armored in a simple black tee-shirt emblazoned with a single word in oversized Impact font: PIPEBOMBSHELL.
MADDY CRANE:
An interesting tag to be sure, but Crane didn’t let the fans mull it very long as she peeled the garment off and tossed it over her shoulder before heading down the aisle. For her second go round with the Ultimate Image and her merciless medical staff, she 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.
Speeding up as she closed on the ring, Maddy bounded on the apron and grabbed the top rope in both hands. She paused just long enough the message stamped across her briefs: POBODY’S NERFECT. Then she vaulted over the strands and went straight to center ring where she pumped a one-armed salute reminiscent of Sydney Deschain. Cheers all around there was no denying that, but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of confusion running beneath it. The reason for it was simple, if not immediately obvious.
FAWN’s most notorious motor-mouth hadn’t said a word.
With the oddly quiet brat in Perfection’s Lair ready for another flawless beating, a familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics erupted and, a split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the light show.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
LISA DREAM:
The jeers rose to a crescendo along with the stirring accompaniment, 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 denied it, meant everyone.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Beside her in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt covered by a long white lab coat was the good doctor. The powerful redhead moved close to The Dream’s right shoulder and whispered in her patient’s ear.
And just when it seemed the crowd’s ire couldn’t be raised further, two beautiful if brutal brunettes joined the devious doctor and the perfect patient. The Sisters of Mercy 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 cowskin; 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’ cobweb 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. Tonight, Nurse Kristin and Nurse Deborah joined them, making it a four-on-one staredown.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“And her opponent. Accompanied by Dr. Celia Blassenville, MD and PhD, 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 fiteeen pounds, the Luscious One herself...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…LISA DREAM!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream stepped through the cables alone but seemingly unconcerned. She moved to center stage while Celia strode back down the steps to the floor below. The Sisters dropped down, settling into The Dream’s corner to bracket the auburn-maned clinician.
The bell CLANGED and Lisa went straight for the redhead in spite of the fact that both Celia and the Sisters had urged caution when dealing with the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe. “See this perfect hand, Wannadream?” Lisa asked as she held up her left hand? “See the flawless arm that connects that perfect hand to my sculpted shoulder? All three of them are fine. None bear the slightest trace of that night when you tried to break my arm in a petulant fit of temper.”
Maddy hadn’t cracked a smile during her march to the ring but her lips curled now. “Petulant fit of temper, is that what you call it? I think Gladiatrix called it ‘a show of ferocity which the coddled, arrogant former World Champion wasn’t prepar--”
CRAAACK!
Lisa swiveled her head with a left-handed Bytch Slap and followed with a Pie Face that rocked Crane back on her heels. “I don’t care what you call it, I don’t care what THEY call it. I only care that all your big, tuff talk wasn’t enough to keep me from dropping you on your head. And guess what, Wannadream?” The Dream extended the index finger on her left hand and jabbed it into Maddy’s chest to emphasize each word. “It’s about to happen all over agaWHOAHHOOOOWWWW!”
Crane snatched the brunette’s wrist in both hands, took a big step backward and twisted Lisa’s arm in a wide, smooth circle. Dream groaned, leaned forward and smacked her stinging shoulder to dull the pain. Cranking back on the taller woman’s wrist to add another degree of hurt to the Arm Wringer, Mads looked over the so-called perfect wing and said, “Damn Lisa, I think you’re right. This thing looks good as new!”
“Of course I’m right, stupid! I’m Lisa freakin’ DreaMERRRGGGGHH!”
Maddy halved the hold on Lisa’s wrist, raised her right arm high and brought the point of her elbow down on the brunette’s shoulder.
“NO!” Dream didn’t sound panicked but she most definitely didn’t sound happy as she strained her free arm toward the ropes.
“That all you’re gonna do?” Crane snapped at her. “Count on those freaks to save your ass again?” Rather than wait for a response she drilled two more Elbow Drops into Lisa’s left shoulder, then pressed down and ground the bony joint back n’ forth.
Hating the old familiar bite seeping into her shoulder again, the Ultimate Image shoved Maddy’s elbow away with her free hand and straightened up as best she could. Eyes pointed toward the ropes, she reaaaaaaaaached for ‘em and even inched a few steps closer.
The redhead snorted with derision. “Already reaching for help? Tell me, Lis, when did you realize you’d transitioned from delusional wrestler to deluded mental patient with an entourAAAARRRHHH!”
Lisa swung her suddenly hooked hand back in Maddy’s direction and raaaaaaaaaaaked her across the eyes. Mads yelped and let loose of the Dream’s wrist in order to tend to her face. “NOTHING about me is a delusion, Wannadream!” The former World Champion’s standard arrogance was back full force long before she twined her fingers in Crane’s dark hair. “Except of course for my supposed tolerance for mouthy brats. THAT is a delusion, albeit one shared by the rest of the world and not myself.”
Maddy didn’t answer save to reach for her attacker’s wrists so Lisa jerked her into a THUMPING Kneelift to the pit of her stomach. The first was followed by a half dozen more, each successive blow driving a little more air from Crane’s lungs while dropping her knees a little lower to the canvas. Lisa could’ve made her a penitent if she’d kept at it, but she straightened the redhead with a few inches to spare. “Penance is too mild for what I’ve got in mind for you, Wannadream.” she cooed sweetly. “You’re going to prostrate yourself to better acknowledge my perfection before the night is over.”
The redhead’s lips started to twitch and the Dream couldn’t have that so she swatted her with a quick forehand / backhand combo. Overjoyed to have this particular tramp reeling (not that there’d ever been any doubt in Lisa’s mind) the leather-clad lovely worked her right arm between Crane’s legs and hooked her left arm over Mads’ right shoulder. Hoisting the smaller battler up onto her right shoulder. the Dream tromped a big circle around the squared circle before she pushed onto her toes and tossed Maddy to the canvas with a BOOMING Scoop Slam.
“Supine is good.” Lisa noted while her foe moaned and arched her back. “But really, nothing beats prostrate. It puts your disgustingly imperfect lips that much closer to the soles of my Dreamy boots.” And so Lisa pivoted to Crane’s left side and jabbed several rude little kicks into her ribs. “On your belly now, Wannadream.” she demanded after a particularly unpleasant kick made Maddy shudder. “Don’t make me waste oxygen telling you twiWHOAH! HEY! YOU’RE RUINING MY PERFECT EQUILIBRIUM!”
But Maddy didn’t stop, not now that she had a death grip on her rival’s ankle. Her standing forced Lisa to hop on one foot, a pose she didn’t much appreciate, not that Crane gave a tinker’s damn. “I get why you wear the pants. I mean, besides the fat thighs and varicose veins.”
“How dare you!” Lisa leaned forward and swiped at the Sultana of Slapstick but she remained maddeningly out of reach. “You and I both know that to unveil my flawless stems for even one second would burn the eyes from every leering idiot in this tourist trap hellholNNNGGGHH! OOOWW! STOP THAT!”
Maddy nodded like she understood, then brought her left elbow down onto Lisa’s knee for a second time. “Can’t wear kneepads under leather pants, can you, Dreamy? You know what that means, don’t you? Means there’s nothing protecting your knees from my elbows.” she illustrated this point by gouging Lisa’s knee again. “And all that constriction is going to feel even worse when your knee starts to balloon like a saus--” Dream sprang off her plant foot and whipped an Enzugiri at the side of Maddy’s head. Her execution was flawless (duh) but the landing was marred when Crane ducked low and the former FAWN World Champion thumped down on her belly. “You thought what I did to your arm was bad, Dreamy? Wait‘ll you try to run away from me on one leg.” Mads didn’t wait for an answer, she only yanked up on the Dream’s ankle as hard as she could, then drove it down to THWHUMP knee-first into the mat.
Lisa shouted, rolled over and pulled her throbbing right knee against her chest. Started to anyway. Crane still claimed possession over her foe’s ankle and she straightened Dream’s leg with a pair of strong tugs. Elbows braced against the canvas, Lisa sat up as best she could and glared daggers at the redhead. “What do you think you’re doing, Wannadream? Everyone knows comedians flop in dramatic roles.” She dug deep and tried to drag herself closer to the ropes only to have Mads pull her right back to center.
“Good thing this isn’t comedy or drama then. What I’ve got planned for you, Lis? It’s straight out of a horror movie.”
“Oh please, my Dreamy nerves can’t be taxed by the likes of AGGHH!”
Crane pushed onto tiptoes and dropped to one knee, the point of which she jammed into the pit of Lisa’s right knee. Half a dozen more had Lisa scrambling to the ropes for the second time in as many minutes and once again the Princess of the Punchline hauled her out into deep water. Regarding Dream with an expression Celia didn’t much care for, Crane did a neat do-si-do around her opponent’s stretched stem, then grabbed hold of her left ankle and stretched out on the canvas. Once Lisa’s right ankle was crooked over her left shin, Mads slung her right leg over the exposed foot and crimped down to secure the Figure Four Leglock.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1YkB9uCwa8
Lisa slammed her palms against the mat, arched her back and howled with rage, clearly unable to believe this Wannadream was trying to maul her for a second time.
With Crane having maneuvered her dead center, the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection understood it’s time to call upon her flawlessness to escape from the plans of the Wannadream. Face twisted in pain, Lisa bit her lip and tried to spin her body to the right and roll each woman to her chest, reversing the incredible pain pulsing through her lower limb to the redhead.
But Maddy could instantly feel the shift and did everything in her power to keep the foes as they were. She grabbed the tips of Lisa’s available boot toes and stretched her ligaments all the more, drawing an anguished howl from the Luscious One.
“If you think you’re reversing,” Crane huffed, “well… you’re dreaming.”
And indeed, The Dream’s efforts to roll to her right have been short-circuited. Since she was barred from going one way the the multi-fed legend reversed course and rolled in the opposite direction, gaining enough momentum to reach the precipice of turning the Leglock on its head. With each woman on her hip, one battling to reach and one to avoid the tipping point respectively, a final surge from Lisa sent them tumbling over.
Now the leather-clad lovely flexed to spread the pain rather than escape it and it’s the Mirthful One forced to consider whether she could flip again or give the deluded veteran some grudging credit and struggle free. A further flex from The Dreamy One shot a spasm through Maddy’s frame and an exasperated groan from her lips as she untied her knot and crawled out of the predicament.
Flipping to her backside, the grimacing redhead worked at her aching stem while Lisa hoofed it on all fours to her corner, leaning into a seat against the buckles. The Dream stretched her wounded knee toward the outside where both Sisters of Mercy used their healing hands, gently working the joint under the black cowskin until The Dream tried it out with only a twinge left for all the trouble Crane has caused.
“Must be lucky to have your own massage therapists,” Maddy snarked, carefully rising to her feet and keeping her distance. “Do they give ya a happy ending on occasion?”
This time the scowls came from Nurse Deborah and Nurse Kristin more than the personification of perfection. A hand on the shoulder of each caregiver from Dr. Blassenville calmed them.
“Nice trained bytches you have there, Celia. Throw in Lis and you have a poundful of whimpering puppies at your beck and call. Come running for their kibble when you ring the bell, do they?”
A redfaced Lisa had the top rope on either side of her corner in a white knuckle grip, perfect pearlies gnashing while Dr. Blassenville spared some words of wisdom for Lisa’s ears alone. The flawless brunette nodded and circled out of the corner, Crane quickly joining her in the dance until they came together in a Collar & Elbow.
Maddy rotated and drew Lisa roughly into a Side Headlock, wrenching away on the noggin and neck of the former World Champion.
“Have you thought about adding more staff, Lis?” Crane asked. “Three really can’t be enough for a case like yours.”
Letting loose with a frustrated shout, The Dream forced her way forward and used the momentum to throw Maddy off. Crane raced to the ropes in front of her and rebounded, dipping a shoulder toward Dream and NAILING…the floor. Lisa, having taken a less direct attack, dropped to the mat, tangling her legs with the charging redhead’s and using a Drop Toehold to send Crane’s chin THUMPING into the thinly-covered plywood.
Maddy massaged her jaw while Lisa spun to a forward straddle of her foe’s back at the waist. Reaching quickly, Lisa locked her fingers in a grip across the throbbing point of the Sultana’s jawbone and jerks the jerk’s head to the side with a Crossface grip. Lisa leeeeeaned back to add a little spine testing arch to the maneuver. It wasn’t a technician’s dream of a hold, but from the pained look on the redhead’s face and, just as importantly, her shut mouth, The Dream enjoyed the upper hand she’s earned.
“Cream rises,” Lisa informed, yanking violently, trying to snap a vertebrae somewhere along Maddy’s column.
“And scum,” Crane interjected with a muffled grunt.
Lisa gave up her good work to grab dual handfuls of auburn locks and threw Maddy’s mug into the deck with abandon, Crane’s face THUMPING into the mat, her head bouncing off several inches, a glaze growing when The Dream repeated the process a second and third time, her foe’s dark eyes glassy.
The Ultimate Image pulled back a fourth time but rose and dragged Maddy up with her instead. The brunette quickly Snap Mared Crane to her derriere and took off for the cables behind her. Rebounding in from Maddy’s six, Lisa flipped over the redhead’s right shoulder, grabbing Crane’s head as she flew by, spiking her foe’s forehead into the canvas as she somersaulted to a graceful hop to her boots. While she did, Crane’s noggin whipped back from the impact and the mouthy brat ended in what every Dreamophile surely thought was a well-deserved starfish.
Feeling her glorious self once more, Lisa strode to her doctor’s side and shared a handshake with the psycho-analyst, each nodding in satisfaction to the other.
“Time to bring some high art to these swamp rat cretins,” The Dream said, turning to the slowly rising redhead.
She met the spinning Crane with a boot to the crotch that doubled Maddy over with a loud groan, the Dreamophobes not at all pleased with the Ultimate Image’s underfooted tactics. Not surprisingly, Lisa cared little as she tugged the lowered head of Crane toward her, tucking it between her ivory thighs and clamping tight.
With the pressure from the standing Scissors growing, Maddy’s arms wrapped around the perfect stems of Dream, but the throbbing waves from below kept the redhead from Red Hook from tossing Lisa over with a Back Body Drop.
The FAWNatics groaned as they watched Lisa grab Maddy’s lower togs and YANK up on the garment, showing off a lot of extra glute from the Sultana, Crane rising to tiptoes as she yipped from the wedgie sawing between her exposed cheeks.
“Not bad for imperfection,” Lisa noted out of earshot from everyone but the striped shirt and her foe. “and awfully nice for a Bittersweet Symphony.”
With that, Lisa fashioned her palms into slightly cupped butt-swatters and let loose with a wild jazz ensemble on Maddy’s behind, Crane yipping and yelping as the symphony continued, her ass reddening to the slap of hand to cheek, Lisa continuing on to a military march, delighting the few Dreamophiles in the audience to no end and those purveyors of baby powder Maddy would be frequenting after this spanking.
Maddy gritted her teeth, even went so far as to bite her tongue but in the end it wasn’t enough to contain the yips when Dream’s beat reached its butt-broiling crescendo. Finishing as she always did with a trio of double handed SPANKS and a callous squeeze of that devastated derriere. “Though the universe only saw fit to make you a passable wrestler.” Lisa’s tone was a fair approximation of conciliatory as she transitioned Crane’s noggin from the Scissors to a Front Facelock. “It balanced the equation as best it could by making you… or at least your ass… a remarkable musical instrument. Console yourself with that knowledge as you’re limping up the aisle with your tail between your NGH!”
Vulnerable but far from defenseless, Crane pounded a punch into the taller woman’s ribs. No verbal riposte from the Happy Anarchist, only more punches, including a few scuffing efforts focused on Dream’s left knee. Snarling her irritation in the face of this pointless opposition, Lisa bore down on the Facelock and THWAPPED a few Forearm Smashes across Crane’s lower back. She followed those with sharp, stabbing Kneelifts to the tits to end the resistance for good, then reached down and hooked Mads behind her left knee. Yanking the limb off the mat in a rough cradle, the Dream bent her knees slightly before muscling her victim directly overhead.
If she’d fallen backward it would’ve made for a flawless Fisherman’s Suplex or Buster, but the Ultimate Image did no such thing. Rather she swung Maddy back the way she’d came and sat out full force, thus THAWHAMMING her spine-first against the canvas! Breathless and weak after such close exposure to the Third Verse of Lisa’s Ode to Perfection, Crane could only gasp and twitch as the former FAWN World Champ wrapped both arms around her left leg and draped an ankle over her left bicep for the…
ODE TO PERFECTION, VERSE 3:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaLjZhQ8YYE
ONE…
TWO…
The Princess of the Punchline kicked over onto her stomach with a full second to spare, which didn’t please Lisa in the slightest. “So you’re counting in slow motion now?” she barked at the official, who did everything he could not to roll his eyes. “You think maybe if you handicap me enough it’ll make this pathetic comedy act look credible? Don’t make me laugh!”
Maddy pushed up on her hands and rested the crown of her skull against the canvas. “As if you could make anyone laugh, Dreamy.” Crane grunted. “You’re the only joke on this roster that isn’t the tiniest bit fuNNAAAAAAAAHHHHH BYYYYTTCCCCH!”
Infuriated that this Wannadream would even consider speaking ill of her perfection, Lisa pushed to one knee and snatched hold of Maddy’s already distended bottoms. Another wedgie would’ve been a mercy at that point so of course the brunette reached between the penitent’s thighs and applied a Claw directly to her crotch. “Say something now!” Dream barked over her opponent’s agonized wails. “Go ahead, funny girl! Show me how funny you are with tears streaming down your face!”
The referee kept a safe distance for the first several seconds to see if Crane would make a quick scramble to the safety of the ropes. But when Maddy only made it a foot or so on her elbows, he hurried over and knelt beside the action. “What do you say, Mads? Need me to call for the bell?”
Maddy lifted her head and shook it defiantly ‘no’. “It’s gonna take a helluva lot more than this cheap tramp’s press-on nails to finish GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH SHHHHIIIITTTT!”
Lisa relaxed the pressure just long enough to slip her fingers under the sweat-slicked lycra. Then she resumed her attack with even greater ferocity, her flawless fingers not just battering the doors to Crane’s sanctum sanctorum, but gouging the walls as well. “Give. It. Up. Wannadream.” Lisa demanded in a cold tone that lacked all of her usual arrogance. “Scream your surrender this instant or I’ll show the whole world your disgusting little O-FOOOFFFHHH!”
Crane lifted one knee off the mat and stuffed a truncated kick into her tormentor’s belly. The claw stayed in place but Dream’s rhythm was thrown off long enough for the redhead to start clambering for the ropes. Lisa crawled along after, her terrible talon still imparting a heavy toll even when Crane grabbed the bottom rope in both hands. “GET THE F*CK OFF!’ she roared to the disgusted Dream.
The ref agreed with Maddy’s sentiment, though he couched his in the much kinder guise of the five count. Lisa poured it on until four and seven-eighths, then slipped the claw free and got to her feet. Snatching Crane’s hair in her other hand, she forced the knock-kneed battler to stand and forced her chest-first against the ropes. “Did I say you were a great musical instrument?” Lisa purred. “You’re an even better rag.” She jerked Maddy’s head back and wiped those glistening fingers all over the left side of her face. The hoped for sobs of a broken spirit didn’t come, in fact Maddy was eerily silent. More irritated by that than she cared to let on, Lisa took the top rope in both hands and took a giant step backward to bounce Crane from her sanctuary to the no-woman’s land in the center of the ring.
Hands on her hips, Lisa surveyed the situation and decided to visit the nearest corner. Slipping onto the apron without a word, she strode to the turnbuckle and leapt to the top like the lightweight most fans forgot she was. Elsewhere, Maddy Crane massaged her aching center in such a way as to avoid becoming a whole thread on Superior Pictures by the next morning. As of yet unaware of Lisa’s highflying machinations, the Glad Bomber got to her feet and rounded on one heel just as the crowd raised a warning cry. Lisa was already airborne, in fact she’d crested the apex and was rapidly descending to what looked like a most unpleasant seat atop her prey’s shoulders.
Ever mindful of those leather-sheathed legs, Maddy raised her hands and stepped back just as Dream would’ve clamped down on her noggin. Denied their first target Lisa’s legs ‘smecked’ shut around Crane’s waist and squeezed. “Is this the best you’ve got?” Dream sneered into Maddy’s face after the Wannadream laced both hands against the back of her head. “Delaying the inevitable long enough to trick these people into thinking you’re more than WHOOAAAAHHHH NNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!”
Maddy leaaaaaaaned forward until she was almost bent double. Then she straightened up fast and jerked herself clear of Dream’s Scissors, leaving only the Neck Clasp to connect them. Stretched out like a glorious, albeit surprised banner, Lisa didn’t realize the gravity of her situation until gravity actually kicked in. That’s when Crane sat out and THWHAMMED her down on her face, chest and belly courtesy of a Pull-Out Facebuster. Lisa bounced onto her back like the mat was a trampoline but that was the only sign of life she showed until a vengeful Mads splashed across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
PULL-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xq11Ljdf7EI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Deborah hopped down from the apron, rejoining Kristin and Celia without the ref ever knowing she’d been there. Her cheeks still burning with the shame of what she’d endured in the ropes earlier, Maddy held her razor-edged tongue as she sidled into place above the woozy brunette’s head. Hooking Dream under the armpits she tugged her into a drunken-semi seat in the redhead’s lap. “Can’t lie to you, Lis’.” Crane said while leaning forward to grab her foe’s right knee. “I came here tonight looking to hurt you. But after that shyt you just pulled inside my trunks? Bytch, I’m go to hurt AND humiliate. That’s a promise.”
“The…. the… the promises of a Wannadream mean nothing to meEEEEEEEERRRHH AAAAAHHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Maddy didn’t stop. She’d already crooked Lisa’s right leg into the short part of the ‘4’, immediately thereafter she secured possession of the brunette’s left calf and pulled her leg straight up to put immense pressure on the already twinged knee.
FIGURE FOUR STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnih6Q0DU1U
“No baby, I’m not gonna stop.” Mads shifted her control up to Dream’s ankle which gave her even more torque for the Stump Puller. “Not until you quit. Not until you BEG me to keep my claws away from your filthy crotch.”
Hardly in the best position to argue, a mewling Lisa reached behind her but found precious little to tear into. Instead, she’s soon reduced to tearing at her own dark, flowing locks to try and spread the pain, hardly a perfect strategy no matter how perfectly it’s done. Still, there’s no quit in the Ultimate Image or at least not any by the time Crane decided something more was needed.
Maddy released her Puller and The Dream sighed deeply as her aching legs fell to the canvas. Behind her, the Sultana of Slapstick raised a pointed elbow above the crown of Lisa’s skull and dropped it, sending the look on Lisa’s face from pained to stunned.
“You like to play downstairs do you?” Crane asked rhetorically, Dream in no position to answer when Maddy lowered the boom with a couple more pointed joints to her foe’s braincase. “I can bring that noise.”
Crane scooped her arms under Lisa’s perfect pits and tugged the brunette up to unsteady feet where The Dream wobbled but didn’t fall down. Behind her, in a neutral corner, Maddy climbed to the top buckle and folded her right set of fingers into a fist, raising it high. She leapt toward Lisa and lowered the BOOM, dropping to one knee to land and throwing her Diving Ass Punch where the sun doesn’t shine, even on The Dream’s perfect frame.
SNARK ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTrBYAJTMQs
The knuckles hit home and sent a very woken Lisa hopping into the air from the flagrant assault to her leather encased derriere. Howling, her hands flying to her battered buttocks, Lisa landed face and chest first on the canvas. Her knees still under her, The Dream presented her cheeks to the air and, unfortunately for her, Crane. Maddy balled up and fired another that split the glutes. Lisa let out a shriek as she flopped forward, both Nurses forced to grimace from the blockbuster butt invasion.
Lisa’s hands covered her aching undercarriage as she rolled toward the waiting arms of Nurse Kristen, but a raucous redhead intervenes, Crane kicking the ropes in front of the health care delivery professional.
“Isn’t there a Dreamophile with a broken heart you can attend rather than a delusional twit in the middle of a colonoscopy?” Maddy asked.
The redhead tugged Lisa up to her knees, the wincing Dream’s hands still draped behind her, the brunette’s face leaning against Maddy’s hip, propping her in place until Crane could confirm each of Lisa’s “team” were a safe distance away. Once done, she yanked Dream up the rest of the way with a couple handfuls of hair.
Crane came on with full frontal assault this time, punting Lisa’s pussy, doubling over the wide-eyed gasping model of faultlessness, and drawing her violently between her legs. The redhead from Red Hook wrapped her arms around the belly of a molten Lisa and vaulted her to vertical. Of course, the Queen of the Facebusters Tribe doidn’t go straight down with the forlorn Dream, instead sending her pancaking into the canvas with a Diamond Clash Facebuster.
DIAMOND CLASH FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=teMrCn4BgUA
Lisa laid facedown, flat AND stiff as a board. She remained that way as the snark-filled Brooklynite flipped her over like a burger on the barbecue. Crane covered in a Crossbody, hooking a limp leg of the broken Dream for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
A late effort to grab the ref’s ankle and pull him out by Nurse Deborah was preempted by a show of determination deep from the dark pockets of Dreaminess. The multi-fed superstar shoved a shoulder up to the considerable relief of her nursemaids.
“Lisa,” Dr. Blassenville said from the sidelines. One word. Nothing more.
The Dream uttered a weak groan but that was all. Maddy, on the other hand, turned to her fellow redhead.
“I’m sure you know all about passive-aggressive,” Crane acknowledged. “Me? I prefer aggressive-aggressive.”
Crane leapt up onto the middle ropes in front of a startled Blassenville, Maddy snatching the top ropes on either side. And the good doctor didn’t have time to stop Crane from launching high and behind, vaulting above the splayed Lisa and SPLASHING across the thin rim of ivory skin between black leather pants and vest.
REVERSE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdkKP61sVuc
The ‘GUHHHHH’ was loud enough for twenty rows back as The Dream’s damaged form jackknifed around her foe. Gutted, she melted back to the canvas, but Crane passed on the pin, moving to kneel on her haunches next to the shattered Dream. Maddy stared at Lisa’s healthcare providers with a smirk on her lips.
“What WILL you do with Humpty?” She leveled a resounding open handed CRAAACK into the little skin she could find around The Dream’s navel. “And Dumpty for that matter.”
Suddenly Lisa spasmed to life, lifting her legs and surrounding them around the arm delivering the insulting open-hand to the dreamiest tummy in the organization. Scissoring the redhead’s limb tight, Lisa grabbed hold of the wrist with both hands and started to wrench on her Armbar.
A previously delighted crowd was silenced as a yipping Maddy tried to link the fingers of her free hand with those of the trapped one and thus relieve the mounting, excruciating pressure.
Lisa twisted and turned both herself and her prey to prevent it, but within a half dozen seconds Crane squirmed her way to a position where she could lock hands, The Dream showing the knowledge but perhaps not the ability after having her face busted several times in the last few minutes.
Her advantage countered, Lisa refused to let go, trying to break Maddy’s grip and reclaim her submission, but Crane managed to rise from knees to boot leather and further, she started to LIFT LISA OFF THE DECK!
The crowd went apeshit as Maddy drew the perfect, struggling bundle off the canvas, The Dream continuing to refuse to release, until, with Lisa at waist level on the Sultana of Slapstick, Maddy mini-Powerbombed the Ultimate Image into the thinly-sheathed plywood, cracking open the Armbar like a defeated safe.
Lisa’s arms flew wide as she ended up in a spreadeagle while the kneeling redhead rolled her right shoulder and shook out her elbow.
“The last tremor of the perfect zombie,” Maddy hissed. “The thing about zombies is they always have one more scare unless…”
Crane joined her fingers together tightly and Double Axhandled Lisa’s gut ten times in quick succession, The Dream groaning more deeply and loudly after each, sobbing after the last couple, her previous rim of ivory midriff blotched with bruises as she curled into a fetal ball when Crane’s had enough. Maddy turned to the perfect healthcare team.
“Do you have a surgeon?”
None of the Dreamy support staff answered, so the Happy Anarchist laid claim to her foe’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the center of the ring. “Took your arm the first time, Lis’.” Crane noted as she tossed the brunette’s right leg aside to better focus on the left. “Now I’m going to take a leg. This leg, as a matter of fact.” She lifted her right leg and jabbed a short, sharp kick into the pit of Lisa’s knee. The Ultimate Image snarled, twisted as best she could and paid for it with another Toe Kick to her exposed knee.
“You pathetic savage.” Lisa huffed as she struggled onto her elbows. “You can’t beat me so you’ll try to maim me? That’s low, even for a WannadreaNNNGGGGHH!”
Maddy jerked Lisa’s leg straight up and dropped to one knee. Can you guess where it landed? If you said the back of Dream’s left knee, you’d be absolutely correct. “You’re in no position to judge, head-case.” Crane snapped. “As I recall you tossed poor dumb JJ into any obstruction you could find to hide the fact that she was wrestling rings around your tired ass. Kinda like I’m doing right now!”
Holding that leg stretched away from Lisa’s body, the vengeful redhead laid into it with half a dozen more Toe Kicks, then pushed it straight up and delivered that many more quick Knee Drops. Dream never stopped fighting toward the ropes, in fact Crane had to halt on more than one occasion to haul her back to center, but haul she did and eventually Lisa’s only offense was a weak defense of the suffering joint.
“I could mangle you tonight, Lis’.” Mads recaptured the flattened former champ’s right ankle and spread it wide to complete the other half of a ‘V’. “I could work you over until the medics take you away on a stretcher and you know what would happen to me? Cheers all ‘round. Because you are the single most infuriating bytch to walk through that curtain and none of these people would lift a finger to save you from what I have planned.”
Lisa tried to set her elbows again but she only had the energy to get one shoulder canted off the mat. “I… don’t… need… them, Wannadream.” she rasped. “Not when I’ve got the best medical staff perfection can AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
The Princess of the Punchline planted a final Knee Drop between Lisa’s thighs. Still holding onto those twitching ankles, Crane stood up and slung / crooked Dream’s left leg over her right thigh in a squashed sort of ‘4’. Stuffing the brunette’s right shin under her left armpit, Maddy crouched down and slipped her right arm through the center of the ‘4’ then shifted her own left leg so that Lisa’s left ankle was angled across the back of her knee. Fingers clasped across the wounded landscape of Lisa’s left knee, Maddy lifted the taller woman up, rolled her onto her stomach and dropped into a low, ugly crouch atop the Ultimate Image’s backside.
RED HOOK CLOVERLEAF @ 1:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKVw0vCTzyk
“NOOOOOOOO RRRRRGGGHHHH AAAAAAWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Lisa’s stupor ended in a white hot explosion of frantic motion as she sought the ropes before her traitorous hands could tap the mat. “LET ME GO, WANNADREAM!” she bellowed at the top of her lungs. “THERE’S NO WAY YOU’LL MAKE ME TAP AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Maddy leaaaaaaaaaaned back on the Red Hook Cloverleaf, which in turn forced Lisa to bury her mouth in the crook of one elbow. “I’ve got a name, Lis’.” Crane said simply. “Use it and I might just let you go.”
“I’LL DO NO SUCH THING!” Dream gouged infuriated knuckles into the mat and puuuuuuussshed up until her perfect frame hovered a few inches above all that hateful canvas. Galvanized by the increased mobility and the very real fear that her left knee was about to pop like a water balloon, Lisa dragged both she and her tormentor toward the ropes. The bottom strand was less than four inches from her questing fingers when Maddy pushed up from her mount and marched them right back to center ring. Keening in anguished disappointment, Dream threw an arm over her head while the other hand twitched ominously.
“Don’t even think about it, Lisa.” Celia said coldly. “Any show of weakness only glorifies that insect’s imperfection.”
“THEN GET HER OFFFFFAAAAAA MEEEEEE!” Lisa answered in a trebling scream.
Blassenville didn’t reply, she looked to the nurses instead. “Deborah, I want you on the other side of the ring and climbing the apron five seconds ago. Kristin, you stay here.” Nurse Hurt took off like a shot and was causing a ruckus on the apron mere heartbeats later. Nurse Manners started to slide under the bottom rope but Celia gripped her arm. “Hold for a moment. We need the official fully committed to--there. Go. Now!”
Kristin dove in, popped to her feet and snatched a huge double handful of Crane’s hair. She’d managed one good tug when Mads let loose, twisted around and slammed a shoulder into the wicked Nurse’s gut. Wrapping her arms around Manners’s waist, Maddy stormed to the edge of the ring and didn’t let a little thing like the ropes stop her. No, she plowed right through the gap between top and middle, leaving she and Kristin to THWHAP against the floor at Celia’s feet.
Blassenville quickly moved from the wreckage to an empty side of the ring, a better position to capture the official’s attention. “Long! Craig Long!” she snapped her fingers and Craig turned toward the sound, but not before he’d ordered Nurse Hurt from the apron.
“What is it, Celia?” he asked warily.
“Check on my patient, Mr. Long. It’s quite possible Crane’s injured her knee, I don’t want her in there a second longer than necessary if she can’t continue.”
A perfectly legitimate concern for a doctor to have for a patient, yet Celia wasn’t worried about Lisa at all, she knew damned well the brunette’s storied ego wouldn’t let her tap out to anything less than a gunshot wound and she’d NEVER tell a referee she couldn’t continue. No, the not-so-good doctor had diverted the ref’s attention yet again so she and Hurt were blessedly unobserved on their trek back to where Maddy Crane was furiously pounding on the noggin of one Kristin Hurt.
More aware of her surroundings than the ferocity of her beatdown might’ve let on, Crane kept right on pounding away until a roar from the crowd told her someone was closing on her six. Swinging around in one smooth motion she brought her right hand up and SHUMPED a blunt Uppercut into Nurse Hurt’s vinyl-sheathed undercarriage. On her feet without saying a word, Maddy grabbed a double handful of Deborah’s hair, hopped up and dropped to her tush to THWHUMP one sister’s head into the other’s tummy courtesy a Sit-Out Facebuster turned Headbutt.
“Oh hey, it’s a pile of nurses.” Crane joked as she got to her feet. “Think I saw that on Cinemax onc--”
A strong hand grabbed her shoulder, spun her around and THWHACK! Mads sent her right heel into Celia’s jaw with a Crane Kick worthy of Mr. Miyagi. “F*ckin’ A.” the redhead huffed from amidst the ruins of Dream’s medical team.
Eager to get back to the ring, she climbed onto the apron, slipped through the ropes and “NNNNNGGGHH!” Lisa put every bit of speed she had into the dive that ended with her right forearm THWHAPPING down across the back of Crane’s skull. This particular Dreamsicle didn’t have nearly the power of some others, it did however leave the Sultana of Slapstick hung in the ropes, which was just fine with Lisa.
“Whuuuuhhhh…. when are you going to learn, Wannadream?” Lisa growled once she’d fought to her feet. “Even with one leg, I am MORE than a match for you.”
With Maddy hanging gut-first on the second rope, Lisa reeled her into a Standing Headscissors and gripped the top rope in both hands. Leaning on the stands as much as she could, the Ultimate Image sprang up so high some of the less devoted Dreamophiles thought the redhead would Back Body Drop their heroine over the top rope. Alas, Lisa reversed course and landed on her tush with a thump that was totally overshadowed by the THWHONK of Maddy’s skull striking the mat.
DREAMY SEESAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWubTaGEHck
Crane spilled onto the canvas finally slowed by perfection personified. And while Lisa’s private clinic was in the midst of picking themselves off the floor, a collective victim of an unruly mental defective in the form of Maddy, they had allowed The Dream the breakthrough that left her hobbling above the splayed redhead.
Lisa dipped her right hand into Maddy’s locks and pulled her up, but once vertical, Crane shoved the still aching Dream several steps back and delivered a swinging kick toward Lisa’s balky knee. Thankfully for the Dreamophiles in the stands, as few as there were, the brunette caught the kick before it could do any further damage. Lisa lifted the limb high and wrapped her free arm around the back of Crane’s braincase.
The two proceeded in an odd dance for a few seconds as Lisa called on her long years of experience to cover for her pained frame and, cradling the lifted leg, the Ultimate Image vaulted Maddy into the air, pointed Crane’s skull at the canvas, and dropped her there with a Dreamy Buster silencing both the mouthy bytch and the FAWNatics supporting her.
DREAMY BUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZekDd6WFT0&feature=related
The Dream rolled over the splayed redhead, ending in a Crossbody position for the…
ONE…
TWO…
and Maddy jerked her shoulders off the mat, flopping to her side under the vaunted egomaniac.
Outside, the nurses were the only ones to give their patient a hand, cheering on Lisa to finish the job.
The Dream nodded her assurance and rose over the dazed jester. Suddenly, her knee gave way and she dropped, howling in pain. Showing the intestinal fortitude of a super heroine she rose, but again the limb failed and she fell into the arms of the stripe-shirt.
As the flustered man dealt with perfection in his grill, Dr. Blassenville directed her nursing staff to slide under the apron when the referee’s gaze was situated correctly. Kristin and Deborah drew a wobbly Maddy to her feet and pulled her to the ropes, where each of the Sisters of Mercy slid through in turn, making sure Maddy’s throat was tight to the top cable.
“You don’t give the medicine,” Kristin growled. “We do.”
With that, both women dropped to the floor to double Hot Shot Crane across the unforgiving rubber-coated steel. With two ladies pulling her down, Maddy went airborne on release, flying into a 180 spin away from the ropes, red-faced and grasping desperately at her throat.
As Crane staggered toward her, Lisa shoved the official aside, his help having apparently magically cured her aches and pains. She delivered a digging Toe Kick to Maddy’s tummy, stopping the redhead in her tracks. The Dream slid alongside, shoulder to shoulder, facing in the same direction. She draped Crane’s limp left arm over the back of her neck and swept her right arm in front of the inflamed throat of the less than perfect Crane.
Knowing what’s coming, the FAWNatics screamed for Maddy to counter, but she’s too distracted trying to draw raspy breaths into her lungs. Lisa kicked up her near leg only to throw it back and send each of the grapplers violently forward. While the brunette landed on her chest, Crane’s skull was SPIKED into the deck with the gawd awful Day Dreamer.
DAY DREAMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLJ89fhy0gU (first one)
The impact sounded like a shotgun fired at close range and, while in a headstand, Maddy’s body turned to Jell-O as she slopped over to her back, ending in a lifeless spreadeagle. If a finisher could be said to be perfect the Day Dreamer had proven itself. And when Lisa crawled to Maddy and laid an arm across her chest, it’s proven yet again with the...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Lisa remained as stricken as Maddy for long seconds while the referee called for the bell and it tolled. Only when The Dream’s medical attendants enter and the Ring Announcer made things official did Lisa start to stir.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner…via pinfall…the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…LISA DREAM!”
The nurses scooped the winded, leather-clad brunette off her latest victim and guided her to a protective hug from the good doctor. While Celia raised an arm high, The Dream still with a hitch in her stance from the aching knee, the Sisters moved to the stirring Maddy and tugged the redheaded ragdoll to her feet.
Doubling her over with stereo knees to the gut, Nurse Deborah and Nurse Kristin kept her bent over with dual Front Facelocks. Celia motioned Lisa toward the gift.
“You may now complete the perfect symphony,” Blassenville informed. And a weary but willing Lisa smiled as she limped to Crane. She shaped both hands into paddles and called for silence. The nurses grabbed Maddy’s trunks and provided a vicious wedgie sending Crane to tiptoes with a yelp, and giving Lisa more room for the various tonal changes she’d require. Lisa nodded to the Sisters and took her place.
“You earned this, Wannadream. Time to entertain...perfectly.”
And entertain she did, her medical staff and the most salacious of the FAWNatics at least. The rest of the crowd jeered their disdain at maximum volume as Maddy’s poor victimized glutes went from flushed to pink to red to a fiery plum that all but guaranteed she’d sleep on her stomach for at least a week. Her fury increasing along with the beat, Dream spanked her vulnerable foe without mercy until the skin on her palms felt as thin as tissue paper. Gritting her teeth for one last cheek shredding solo, Lisa kept at it for a full ten seconds before she snatched hold of Crane’s distended waistband and YANKED with both hands. Maddy sobbed, her knees gave out and she fell before the brunette like a penitent forced to face an unjust judgment.
The Ultimate Image was in the midst of accepting heartfelt applause from the Nurses Hurt and Manners when Celia approached from the left and offered her a steel chair. “Finish her once and for all, Lisa.” Blassenville said of the defenseless Crane. “She has defied you twice and that is twice too often. If she leaves her under her own power it will seriously undermine your aura of perfection.”
A similar thought had crossed the Dream’s mind though she hadn’t thought the good doctor would allow her to act upon it. Discovering otherwise was almost as fun as playing the bongos on that Wannadream’s ass. She accepted the offering from Celia and glanced between Kristin and Deborah. “Each of you take a hand and pull her arms out to the sides. This insect doesn’t deserve the opportunity to deflect her fate.”
All too happy to oblige their star patient, the Sisters of Mercy clamped onto Crane’s wrists and pulled her arms out to shoulder level, thus leaving the Princess of the Punchline stretched in a defenseless ‘T’. Satisfied with their work, Lisa hefted the chair and raised it high overhead. She was busy plotting its arc to Maddy’s skull when the woman in question muttered something under her breath. “What was that, Wannadream?” Lisa chirped. “Any last words?”
Crane lifted her head, revealing a fire in her eyes that eclipsed the burn in her backside. “I said even now you’re still afraid of me. Took all four of you to steal another match from me and even though you just used my ass like a base drum you still want them holding my hands. What’s the matter, Lis’? Afraid I might land one good shot on that septic trench you call a crotch before the Nurses canNNERRGGGGHHH!”
Lisa leaned down, snatched a handful of hair and wrenched Crane’s head back at a hellacious angle. Nose to nose with the unrepentant court jester, FAWN’s only true queen hissed, “I’m afraid of NO ONE, Wannadream! Least of all an up-jumped comedy act who shouldn’t be sniffing the mid-card, let alone sharing a ring with--”
Maddy squenched her lips and spat in Lisa’s face, a total shock to everyone not named Celia Blassenville. Drawing back like she’d been scalded, Lisa wiped off the foul imperfection and clutched up on the chair even tighter than before. “HOLD HER! HOLD HER RIGHT F*CKING THERE! I’M GOING TO SPLIT HER HEAD WIDE OP--”
The speakers, which had faded away from Oh Fortuna when it was clear Lisa had different percussion on her mind, suddenly kicked out a riff that hadn’t been heard in the FAWN Arena in almost a year. As stunned as the rest of the crowd, Lisa and her handlers whirled toward the stage as ‘Jenny Says’ rolled on.
JENNY SAYS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGICoNYu2zQ
“You said she was finished.” Dream said to her doctor without taking her eyes off the as of yet empty stage.
“No. I believe my exact words were, she’ll never bother you ag--”
“SHE’S BOTHERING ME RIGHT NOW!” Lisa roared at the top of her lungs. “WHERE ARE YOU HIDING, JACOBS? YOU WANT ME TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED? JUST SHOW YOUR FACE AND I’LL--”
A figure armed with a steel chair in one hand vaulted over the guardrail beside the commentator’s table and leapt to onto the apron in a single bound. The angle of her approach hidden by the thunderous cry of the crowd, Jenny Jacobs grabbed her weapon at either end and flung it straight at Celia’s unsuspecting back. BWAAANG! The Crimson Cagliostro cried out and instinctively turned to locate her attacker, an effort that didn’t very long because Jacobs leapt onto the top rope and flew across the ring to THWHACK a Springboard Missile Dropkick off the redhead’s chin.
JENNY JACOBS:
Pouncing the instant they saw their employer go down, Nurses Hurt and Manners charged in with the intent of overwhelming the vengeful blonde. A good plan, but it ran into a considerable snag when Maddy Crane balled her right hand into a fist and buried it between Kristin’s thighs in one of the single most spiteful Low Blows in the promotion’s history.
Unaware of the attack on her Sister in arms, Deborah greeted Jenny with a flurry of Haymakers, a few of which connected with the Innovator’s noggin before she got a forearm up to stop the punishment. In no mood for a simple brawl after missing the last eleven months, Jacobs stepped in and delivered a Low Blow of her own, this one courtesy of a stabbing left knee.
Hurt’s jaw dropped and she started to backpedal but didn’t make it more than a few steps before Jenny stormed in and hooked her right arm across the taller Nurse’s chest. With Deborah’s right arm hanging limp over the blonde’s right shoulder, Jacobs sank into a crouch and peeled off a perfect back-flip that THAWHAMMED her burden spine-first into the mat.
JENNYCIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElA3nbcLX8&spfreload=10
Bouncing to her feet while the ring was still shivering with Jennycide tremors, Jenny turned her attention to Kristin Manners only to discover the other Sister had been stretched out on her stomach and locked in that nasty bridging Crossface Chickenwing Maddy called FTW.
FTW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujBO_gOPhyc
Thus free to focus on the Dream herself, Jenny stormed to the side of the ring nearest the foot of the ramp and cursed aloud when she saw Lisa more than halfway to backstage. “’MANIA, DREAM!” the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds screamed at the witch who’d tried to end her career. “I WANT YOU AT ’MANIA!”
“WHAT YOU WANT DOESN’T MATTER, WANNADREAM! ONLY WHAT I WANT! AND I WANT YOU TO KISS MY PERFECT ASS!” Lisa flipped her resurgent adversary a double bird, then dipped through the curtain and disappeared from view.
Jenny still might’ve given chase (Lisa was obviously hobbling after all) if a swarm of referees hadn’t burst through the curtain and made for the squared circle at top speed. The sight of one of them ensured that the Dream would live to see at least one more sunrise. Diving under the bottom rope at a speed he didn’t think possible, Algernon Carpenter sprang up and wrapped his ladylove in a giant hug which she returned just as fiercely. Protocol be damned, Al spun Jenny around twice, then pulled her close for a kiss that had the whole of the arena cheering at the top of its collective lungs.
“Watch party in Miami my ass.” the ref said when he finally found his voice. “I have MISSED watching you work this ring, Jenny Jacobs.”
“I have missed working this ring.” she replied with a teary-eyed smile. “Missed seeing you at work everyday too, Al. It’s good to be back.”
“You have no idea.”
They would’ve gone on if a commotion hadn’t drawn their attention elsewhere. Nick Castle, along with Craig Long and Merle had finally detached Maddy Crane from Kristin Manners. The latter immediately rolled under the bottom rope to tend to her wounds in silence while the former struggled against the black & whites with everything she had left.
“GET OFF OF ME! GET THE HELL OFF, DAMMIT!” Crane shook loose, started after Kristin again, backed off when Merle got in the way. “WHERE WERE YOU EARLIER, HUH? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THOSE FOUR, THAT’S RIGHT, NOT ONE, NOT TWO, NOT THREE, BUT FOUR! FOUR BYTCHES WERE ABOUT TO TAKE MY HEAD OFF? WHERE WERE YOU THEN, HUH?” She rounded on Castle, storming to within inches of the head official. “C’mon Castle, answer me. Where were you lazy f*cks when Blassenville and the nurses robbed me for a second time?”
“Easy, Mads.” Al broke in. “You know how brass won’t let us hit ringside unless there’s an imminent threat of--”
“SHE WAS GONNA WRAP A CHAIR AROUND MY HEAD, AL!” she snarled. Catching Jenny’s eye, Crane made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. “Let me guess. The suits figured I couldn’t beat the numbers game myself, but they had an ace in the hole on standby, right? That way Lisa still gets to rip me off and I still get my ass paddled like a f*cking Tri-Delt pledge but no harm no foul because everyone’s favorite blonde highlight reel was waiting in the wings to save me all this time.” Maddy shook her head. “Tell me Jenny, what were you going to do if I had won? Would you have let them jump me and made another fortuitous save? Or would you, just once, just frakking ONCE, let someone else have the spotlight because they’d just won the biggest match of their career? Would you have done that, Jenny? Or would you have been out here no matter what?”
Genuinely taken aback by the redhead’s anger, Jacobs said, “Maddy, I was supposed to come out in an interview segment a little later on. I only made my way into the crowd when it looked like they were going to--”
The Sultana of Slapstick held up one hand, cutting her off. “Save it. Doesn’t matter now anyway.” she paused, took in a deep breath and let it out slow. “Good to have you back, Jenny.” then to the officials. “And you guys can all go piss up a rope.”
With that she shouldered through them, slipped through the ropes and trudged up the ramp.
Jenny almost went after her, but stopped when Al laid a hand on her shoulder. “Let her cool off for a while. She did get cheated, after all. Besides, you’ve got an adoring public that needs greeting.”
“I don’t know, Al. Doesn’t feel right to WHOOAAAHHH HEEEY!” Not about to take no for an answer, Carpenter spun around behind his girl and hoisted her up on his shoulders. Grinning in spite of the conflicting emotions, Jenny raised both hands, curled them into J’s and roared, “I’M BACK, FAWN! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!”