Post by alyadmirer on Jun 10, 2016 8:52:41 GMT
Once the ring was clear of both victrix and victim, the Announcer stepped back into the spotlight. “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Antonio Bay, California, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty seven pounds. She is the Innovator of Offense, the NorCal Sensation, the Girl of 8,675,309 Holds… JENNY JACOBS!
JENNY SAYS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGICoNYu2zQ
JENNY JACOBS:
The Jacobites damned near blew out the television speakers of fans around the world when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Not that their heroine had been absent from television and house shows by any means, but the NorCal Sensation hadn’t made a PPV appearance since the end of December, when she’d come oooooohhhh so close to ending Sydney Deschain’s FAWN career on a loss. Failing to do so had been a setback, but Jenny was as indomitable a spirit as the promotion had ever seen, as evidenced by the frenetic way she burst throuh the curtain. Skidding to a stop at the top of the ramp, she raised the Double J’s and bellowed, “GOOD TO SEE YA AGAIN, PEOPLE? READY TO SEE A DREAM GET SHATTERED?” Those assembled replied in the affirmative, which was all the motivation Jacobs needed to start down the aisle in a near sprint.
For her second match with the Pernicious Personification of Perfection, Jenny sported the star-spangled version of her usual indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top that featured equally celestial cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were still the same crisp white and her hair still curled in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Almost to the ring, Jacobs put on the brakes to scope out a sign that read:
SERIES IS TIED 2-2,
JENNY’S GONNA SHOW LISA
WHAT PERFECTION REALLY IS!
Jenny blinked, thought about it and realized this was in fact the deciding match in a best of five series between she and the Dream. “Damned right, I am.” she said quietly. “And after I’ve put Lisa in her place there’s a certain smart-mouthed redhead that’s gonna feel my boot on her ass.” Then she moving again, sprinting the rest of the way down the aisle and springing to her feet as soon as she’d cleared the bottom rope.
Making a beeline to Craig Long once she’d gained her feet, Jacobs passed the final inspection, then charged to the corner closest to the stage and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. “BRING YOUR NURSES!” she shouted to the as of yet unseen Dream. “BRING YOUR MAD DOCTOR! BRING WHOEVER THE HELL YOU WANT, LISA! I’LL PUT THEM ON THE SCRAP HEAP RIGHT BEFORE YOU!” Satisfied for the moment, she dropped down and backed to the other side of the ring.
Having allowed the woman who was far less than perfection whet the appetites of the Wannadreams, Lisa deigned to indicate she was ready to join Jacobs in battle yet another time, though why the ‘Innovator of Losing’ continued to want to be put on her inferiority on display remained curious to the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection.
With the flaxen-haired fraud situated, her music fading if not her cheers, the pyro for Perfection was readied and, when The Dream emerged, it’s simultaneous to the familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics. A split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the blazing fireworks.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music. The FAWN icon, who had been a legend for various other wrestling organizations through the years, reviewed the great unwashed of Orlando. The woman who’d steered Dream to considerable recent success moved to her side, in the person of Celia Blassenville, MD, PhD. Lisa, certain she’d immediately sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile and Dreamophobe in the house, marched toward the squared circle.
LISA DREAM:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Not particularly intent in staying close to her patient, Celia followed at her own deliberate pace in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt, both mostly covered by a long, open, white lab coat. The powerful redhead followed in the exhaust of The Dream and watched as the Ultimate Image rose up the ring steps.
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through then followed the cowskin-covered limb into the battleground.
Noticeable in their absence were two beautiful and brutal brunettes. Doctor Blassenville’s staff may be on call, but as of the moment, neither of the Sisters of Mercy was at the side of either patient or doctor.
Having reached ringside, Celia discussed tonight’s test with the Luscious One even as the assembled continued to boo their lungs out, a distracted Lisa scoffing and scowling at the Wannadreams.
Dream was in skin-tight, black leather; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless 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 cowhide pants reached down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, again 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.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“…and her opponent…accompanied to the ring by Dr. Celia Blassenville; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Luscious One...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream patted herself on the back and moved to center stage while Celia settled in the corner of her charge.
Inside the ring, Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Maddy Crane was…IS a fluke,” she noted calmly. But when the crowd cheered the name of Crane, Lisa grew more insistent. “A FLUKE!”
“The woman in front of me may believe she knows everything I can do to her. She certainly knows I can and will beat her. But tonight, she’ll learn how perfectly it can be done.”
Having riled the crowd to a new decibel level, Lisa strode to her corner and gently turned the stick over to Celia then spun to face Double-J, ready for the bell.
The bell CLANGED and blonde and brunette took leave from their corners and headed for the other, clearly eager to renew old hostilities. Though neither would say it out loud, both women knew this was a must-win match. Jenny’s last major pay-per-view appearance saw her come up *just* short of ending Sydney Deschain’s retirement tour on a loss, whereas Lisa’s match at March to War ended with her surrendering to longtime rival Maddy Crane. Each was in need of a strong showing over a worthy opponent and a victory tonight would see the fortune of one changed for the better while the loser endured another crushing setback.
Determined to point Lisa’s little leather-clad cheeks at the rafters all night long, Jenny settled into a springy wrestling crouch and circled to the right. Dream watched her for a moment, scoffed, then adopted a crouch of her own and matched the blonde’s approach. “Whenever you’re ready, Wannadream.” Lisa sniffed. “I’ve humiliated your overrated ass before and I’m happy to do it again. Who knows, maybe this time I’ll put you on the shelf for two yea--”
Jacobs dove in low and swiped at the brunette’s legs, but the Ultimate Image dipped aside at the last second. Rounding on Dream at once, Jenny resumed her stance and closed on her rival. “As I recall the last time we met you were about to start bawling when the Sisters of Mercy hit the ring to save your ass.” Jacobs paused long enough to take an exaggerated look around ringside. “Don’t see them tonight, though. What’s wrong, Lis? Celia finally decide a loser like you isn’t worth the full might of her medic--”
Dream planted on her left foot and whipped the right up n’ around in a flawless Roundhouse that would’ve dented the blonde’s chin if Jenny hadn’t ducked a heartbeat prior. Pouncing the instant she was clear of the strike, Jacobs swept her opponent into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. She’d hoped to muscle Dream to the nearest corner, but the brunette dug in her heels and filled her hands with Jenny’s hair. The Innovator hissed at the sharp pain in her scalp and returned the favor with interest, savagely tugging at Lisa’s luscious locks. Eyes and teeth shining, Dream and Jacobs stamped in an angry little circle until Craig Long hurried over and swatted ‘em both on the wrists. “All right ladies, knock that off! You’re here for a wrestling match, so end that cheap shyt right now!”
Blonde and brunette pulled a little harder, then let loose and backed off with their hands grudgingly raised. “I don’t need the Sisters to take a year from your career, Jacobs.” Lisa huffed after taking a moment to smooth her hair down. “And I won’t need them to make you eat your smutty little bottoms.”
Jenny’s blue eyes narrowed and flashed. “You better hope Celia’s got those freaks on speed-dial.” she growled. “Because it’s gonna take all three of them to pull my boot outta your ass.”
The Dream scoffed so blatantly Jenny almost slapped her then and there. “Talk, talk, talk. You’re good for a Wannadream, Jacobs. But that’s all you’ll ever be. A gatekeeper for the REAL stars. The REAL champions. How do you expect to beat me when that old hag made you cry on her last nigNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny’s hand flashed out, catching Lisa across the jaw with a resounding CRAAACK! “Let’s make a deal, Lisa.” the blonde said quietly. “You don’t bring up Sydney and I won’t mention all those times you begged Olivia Dare for merNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Dream tagged her with a backhand so stiff it raised an instant welt on Jenny’s fair skin. “I don’t make deals with lesser beings, Wannadream.” Lisa cooed. “If I want the whole world to know you’re Deschain’s BYTCH, I will shout that knowledge from the mountaintopOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Jenny charged, lowered a shoulder and slammed it into Dream’s tummy. Too angry to bother carting her foe all the way to the corner, Jacobs simply swept Lisa’s legs out from underneath and straddled her waist, all the better to pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAK a series of stiff punches into the Dream’s forehead. “Watch those hands, Long!” Celia snapped from the apron. “I don’t care how biased this officiating staff is, I won’t stand here and watch Jacobs flaunt the rules!”
Craig, who’d already moved in to warn Jenny of the infraction, gave the redhead an irritated look before returning to the task at hand. “C’mon Jen, you know the rules on closed fists. Either open it up or switch to Forearm Smashes.”
Jacobs paused in her delivery and smiled. “That’s a good idea, Craig. Tell ya what though, there’s just something so SATISFYING about grinding my knuckles into this bytch’s eyebrow.” She validated this claim by doing exactly that, the NoCal Sensation twisting her punchin’ wrist back n’ forth into the bony ridge just above Dream’s right eye.
This brought another protest from Celia and another warning from the official. When both were ignored, Long started his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Jenny raised her hands but didn’t give up the mount. “Happy?” she snapped. “Damn Craig, when did you get so EEERRRGGGHHH!”
Hardly content to remain passive while the zebra came to her rescue, Lisa reached up and raked Jacobs across her insolent little face. Now it was Long warning her, not that the Dream paid him any attention until a double handful of hair allowed her to switch place with the yelping blonde. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Lisa told him in a remarkably civil tone of voice. “If Ms. Jacobs had any problem with my tactics, I’m sure she would’ve voiced them herself. Isn’t that right, Jenny?” Jacobs coughed and beat her heels against the mat, but otherwise remained silent. Lisa looked up, smiling. “See? Not a word.”
“That’s because you’re choking her! Let go of her, Lisa!”
Dream looked down, feigned surprise over finding her hands wrapped around Jenny’s neck. “Oh dear. How did those get there?” Far from confused, the former World Champion squeezed a little harder and bounced the back of Jenny’s skull off the mat. She would’ve happily throttled the insipid little Wannadream into unconsciousness if the braying official hadn’t started a count that was much too fast for her taste. Breaking at ‘FOUR!’ she raised her hands to shoulder level and snapped, “Can you at least TRY to keep your bias in check?”
“I don’t know. Can you at least TRY to not cheat while I’m looking right at you?”
Lisa frowned, shifted her position before offering a rebuttal. “A woman of my standing does not CHEAT, Wannadream. She might use tactics that are beyond the ken of lesser minds, but your personal failings are hardly my concern.”
Craig worked very hard not to roll his eyes. “Be that as it may, I can’t have you strangling--DAMMIT LISA, GET YOUR KNEE OFF HER NECK!”
Dream didn’t bother waiting for a count that time, she simply put a little more weight on the idiot’s windpipe, then stood up and strutted a circuit around the squared circle while Jenny flopped onto her side and coughed unpleasantly. “Enjoying the show so far, Wannadreams?” Lisa asked the great unwashed crowded around the perimeter of her battleground. “I hope so, because it’s just getting started. This false idol of yours is going to--”
“Enough talk, Lisa.” Celia said from the left. “Like it or not, you are in need of course correction and mere verbiage won’t be enough. So stop talking and PUNISH her.”
The Dream glowered, she’d never liked anyone telling her what to do, even if it was supposedly in her own best interest. Turning back to Jacobs without saying a word, she stomped over, grabbed a double handful of hair and peeled her off mat. “Stand up straight, Wannadream. It’s time you OOOOHHHHH!”
Jacobs swatted the brunette’s hands aside and looped her arms around Dream’s head and left arm. Chancery secure, she dropped to one knee, then snatched Lisa behind the left knee and rolled over onto her back in what looked like the end of a Fisherman’s Suplex. Bridging up on her toes, Jenny hooked Lisa tight in hopes of stealing the…
CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6JaokLIPbU
ONE…
TWO…
The Dream kicked her way free and hustled to her feet in a moment of sheer terror she’d let the longest reigning champion in FAWN history sneak out with a win. A look of relief coursed over her flawless face when she saw Craig hold up two fingers.
“Perhaps you’re not TOTALLY corrupt.”
But as Lisa offered what was likely the ultimate compliment of a Wannadream she’d ever provided, Jenny, still on the mat, snatched a leg from behind and pulled Lisa over, tripping The Dream and rolling her into a Small Package for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Ultimate Image popped loose again, hopping to her feet and landing a boot to the blonde’s chest, or trying to. Instead, Jacobs leg-whipped Lisa down and rolled her into yet another ball for...
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TWO…
THRENOOO!
The Dream shook her way free and this time scattered to the outside. Landing on her feet next to Celia, a furious Dream slapped the canvas with both hands. Doctor Blassenville edged closer as a grinning Jacobs rolled to one knee and stared at the duo, motioning Lisa back in.
“What did we talk about after your mistakes versus Maddy Crane?” Celia asked.
A sheepish Dream offered a whispered “focus”.
“FOCUS,” Blassenville repeated it with cold steel in her voice. “None of your perfection matters without focus. How many times do I--” The head of Lisa’s medical team cut herself off and pointed into the ring. “Focus”.
The Dream bit her lower lip burning a pair of brown laser beams through the demanding doctor, but slowly did as she’s directed, climbing back in at the count of ‘EIGHT’.
Blonde and brunette circled in tightening circles and fell together in a Collar-and-Elbow clinch.
“I get the feeling she doesn’t consider you the perfect patient anymore,” Jenny chirped before tugging The Dream into a tight Side Headlock. A loud grunt emanated from the Personification of Perfection as Lisa shoved Jacobs away, Jenny using the momentum to hit the ropes in front of her and barrel back at the waiting Dream.
An undeterred Jenny leveled a shoulder and blocked Lisa to the deck. The Dream stared up in shock at the beaming blonde, again slapping the canvas. Jenny shrugged and took off for another set of strands, allowing Lisa to rise and get ready for the rebound.
The blonde’s boot rose as she approached, Jacobs looking to send her foe down again with a Yakuza Kick but Lisa ducked under and swept the planted stem of the former Intercontinental champion, sending her crashing to the canvas. Lisa rose and dropped a knee at the forehead of the blonde, but Jenny rolled clear and The Dream’s balled joint found nothing but thinly-sheathed plywood. The impact sent The Dream bounding back to vertical but tightly gripping her knee, limping away in a wide arc.
Outside, the good doctor raked her fingers through her long auburn strands, gazing to the heavens. Meanwhile Lisa staggered back to a risen Jenny who wrapped her arms around the Ultimate Image, lifts and tossed with a sweet Uranage.
URANAGE @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4s_dYqMDIkw
Dream thumped to the canvas, but to her credit, the wincing brunette used the momentum to roll to her feet and retreat to a spot in the corner, her back to the buckles. Bent at the waist, she stared at an approaching Jenny as if trying to solve a particularly difficult riddle, but knowing she only had a few seconds to do so.
Lisa fashioned her hands into a ‘T’, demanding a timeout from Long. The effort to delay didn’t halt the Innovator from her insistent approach and neither did the flashing digits of Dream, who tried to rake the baby blues of the blonde when in range. Instead Jenny smacked the hand aside and delivered a follow-up forearm shiver to the jaw of the brunette beauty. With Lisa dazed and wobbly, Jacobs grabbed a wrist and flung The Dream toward the opposite corner. The Ultimate Image raced across the canvas and turned into a jarring back-first impact with the corner. Jenny quickly followed behind, sprinting toward her foe and dipping a shoulder to Spear the perfect out of the delectable egomaniac.
With hardly a tick to spare, Lisa used her grip on the ropes on either side of the corner to lift her legs and Jenny found nothing but steel post with her right shoulder. Dropping her perfect leather-sheathed ass atop the lowered back of the aching Innovator, The Dream tightened her legs in a Scissors and forced her straddling body into a forward flip, bringing Jenny along for the ride, SLAMMING her foe’s spine and the back of her skull into the mat.
DREAMY TONIC:
With Jenny’s shoulders planted and her taut cheeks pointed to the rafters, Craig tested the level of perfection of the crafty counter with a...
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TWO…
And Jacobs escaped, flopping to a shoulder, the good one, while still cradling the bad.
Lisa hopped to her feet rejuvenated, but screaming at Long.
“THREE. Do you know how to count?”
“I believe I’ve nearly counted to three several times with you on the mat,” the saucy zebra replied.
Lisa let loose with a Bytch Slap that swiveled the man’s head. Redfaced from more than the open-hand attack, an angry Craig looked toward the Timekeeper, ready to raise his hand and call for the end of the match, but Celia interceded. The redhead quickly used some soothing psychiatry, pledging to get The Dream under control and the ref decided to keep the match going.
A flustered Lisa turned her attention back to the blonde. She gathers a Three Quarters Facelock and forced Jenny up only to Snapmare her back to the deck, the damaged Innovator ending dead center of the ring in a wide starfish. Lisa immediately headed for the cables. Leaping, she landed on the middle strand and vaulted into a perilous but perfect back flip as she SMASHED down belly-to-belly across the open tanned midriff of the blonde, NAILING Jenny with a Dreamy Sault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Ending on her knees next to the gurgling Jenny, Lisa raised her right arm and extended an index finger to proclaim herself #1 before transitioning to her middle finger lest the Wannadreams in the audience feel they too were special.
Message delivered, Lisa leaned across the splayed Jacobs in a crossbody pin, hooking the near leg for the...
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TWO…
Jenny kicked out right after ‘TWO!’ and did so with such energy that Dream didn’t even bother to check with the official. Didn’t mean she let Jacobs rest though, not by a long shot. Rocking back on her haunches, the Personification of Perfection planted her left knee across the blonde’s chest to keep her pinned down (an aggressive, intrusive palm to the face didn’t hurt the situation either), then fashioned her right hand into a fist and pik-pak-pik-pak’ed several hard punches into her foe’s midsection. “You clearly haven’t been taking care of your core, Wannadream.” Lisa noted as she grrrrrrrooooooound her knuckles into Jenny’s protesting midsection. “I’ve seen more resistance in bread douNNNGGHHH!”
The Innovator’s leg flashed up in an awkward little kick that struck Dream’s right shoulder. It didn’t break her mount, but it did ignite her notoriously short fuse. “YOU FOOLISH LITTLE BRAT!” she snatched a handful of hair and BWONKED the back of Jenny’s head against the mat once, twice, three times. “YOUR ROLE IS NOT TO OPPOSE ME! YOUR ROLE IS TO SIT THERE AND BE DISGUSTINGLY AVERAGE WHILE THESE IMBECILES BASK IN MY PERFECTION!”
Ever the contrarian where Lisa’s opinions were concerned, the FAWNatics booed all the louder, especially when the leather-clad lovely stopped pounding Jenny’s abs and started clawing them instead.
Craig, who’d kept his distance ever since Lisa shifted his face a few inches off center, stomped over when the brunette started trying to remove great patches of Jacobs’s scalp. “All right Lisa, cut it out. The claw hold is fine, but you can’t just pull her hair out.” Lisa paid him no mind at all, indeed she re-twined her fingers in Jenny’s tangled tresses and jerked all the harder. Sighing, Craig put a hand on her shoulder. “Dammit Lisa, how many times do I have to--”
The Ultimate Image rose up in a blur and rounded on the ref, her dark eyes blazing. “GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF ME, CRETIN!” she bellowed. “I AM LISA DREAM AND IF YOU SO MUCH AS BREATHE IN MY GENERAL VICINITY I WILL--”
“Stand down, Lisa.” Celia didn’t shout, but there was steel enough to break through Lisa’s rage.
Or at least redirect it from zebra to doctor.
Approaching Blassenville’s side of the ring like a woman on a mission, Dream snatched the top rope in both hands and growled, “What is your problem, Celia? I’ve got that dumpy little toad at my mercy and you won’t let me finish her off!”
The Temptress didn’t answer at once, rather she gripped the middle rope in both hands and climbed onto the apron. “You are more than welcome to finish off Ms. Jacobs. In fact, nothing would make me happier than to raise your hand while she’s hauled away on a stretcher.” Blassenville titled her head slightly down, forcing Lisa to look up to meet her gaze. “But I cannot raise your hand if you allow yourself to be disqualified.”
Lisa sniffed. “It’s not my fault that the ref is GURHK!”
Surprise all round when the good doctor reached out and gripped her patient by the throat. “It IS your problem, Lisa.” she said softly. “So stow your damnable ego and WIN. THIS. MATCH.” Celia let her go and swatted her shoulder. “Now get back to it. And don’t bother working her midsection. You almost broke her neck once, give her another taste of that fear.” The redhead dropped to the floor, leaving Dream to regard her with wide, baleful eyes.
“Don’t ever lay your hands on me again.” Lisa whispered.
“Focus, Lisa. Jacobs is almost to her feet.”
The Dream turned around and sure enough, Jenny was doubled over, but otherwise vertical. Focusing all her anger and frustration on the vulnerable blonde, Lisa charged in from Jenny’s right and THWHUMPED a huge Kneelift into her opponent’s stomach. Jacobs’s feet rose off the mat and her butt shot back at an unpleasant angle as all the air rushed from her lungs. She might’ve collapsed to all fours if Dream hadn’t twisted into place beside her and looped an arm across her tummy. Curling her other arm around Jenny’s lower back to secure a Gutwrench, Lisa bent her knees then muscled the blonde, up, over and down, a full somersault that ended with Jacobs THWHUMPING gut-first atop her opponent’s posted right knee.
DREAMY GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK37qpgEV4w
Jenny ‘ooooooffffhed’ and settled softly over the brunette’s sturdy thigh. On another night Lisa might’ve shoved the pretender onto her back and gone for a cover, but at the moment she was gripped by an uncontrollable urge to prove her superiority to every single person in this miserable, pissant arena. So she dragged Jenny to something like upright, then swung around so she was snugged in on her prey’s left. Slinging Jacobs’s arm across her shoulders, Dream wrapped one arm around the Innovator’s waist and braced her other hand against opposing backside to muscle Jacobs onto her right shoulder for an emphatic Belly-to-Back Sup--NO! Lisa swung Jenny back the way she’d came and once again deposited her tummy across a waiting knee. Now Jacobs did bounce clear and Lisa covered her, albeit in a highly non-traditional fashion. Kneeling beside the prone battler, she fashioned her hands into hooks, ‘smecked’ them against Jenny’s midriff and pushed down with all her might while the ref counted…
BELLY TO BACK GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQDRI9Ht0Pk
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Jenny rolled to one side, breaking the pin and Belly Claw with half a second to spare. Lisa didn’t look disappointed, indeed she seemed quite pleased with herself at the moment. “Celia says I should wrench your neck right now.” Lisa spoke loud enough to make sure Jenny, Celia and the first few rows could hear her. “But I KNOW your neck is a weak spot, after all, I’m the one who made it that way. I could snap it for good anytime I want and considering how much I hate you, I almost certainly will. Not yet though, Wannadream. Right now I want to give you a new reason to fear me.”
Jenny coughed a reply that Lisa ignored, she’d devoted the whole of her attention to working her gorgeous gams around Jacobs’s waist. Ankles crossed, Lisa took control of Jenny’s right ankle and cupped her other hand over the Wannadream’s chin. “Beg at your leisure, Jenny. I’m in no hurry.” Lisa squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Bodyscissors and PULLED back on her rival’s ankle and chin.
“NNNNGGGGGHH!” Jenny prized at the brunette’s legs, found no relief there and grabbed at the hand grasping her chin instead.
“What do you say, Jenny?” Craig asked the grounded grappler. “Can you get out? Or do I need to call for the bell?”
“She can get out whenever she wants, idiot.” Lisa smirked. “All she has to do is admit my superiority.” Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ as best she could, tried to tug her foot free with no real success. “Yuuuhhhh…. you make a superior cushion, Lisa.” the NorCal Sensation groaned. “That’s all I admiTAAAGGHH!”
Lisa slipped two fingers into Jenny’s mouth and jerked hard, adding a painful Fishhook to the already painful hold. “Say it, Wannadream.” Lisa demanded. “Announce my perfection before I widen your smile by several inchOOOOOWWWW!”
Jacobs turned her head the tiniest bit and CHOMPED down on Dream’s intruding digits! Forgetting all about her other holds in favor of maintaining her perfect symmetry, Lisa wrenched her hand loose, stuffed a boot against Jenny’s tush and sent her rolling with a hard shove. Chewed hand held snug against her chest, Lisa got up and backed into the ropes to catch her breath. “This overwhelming desire for extravagance will be your undoing, Lisa.” Blassenville told her patient. “Those Scissors might very well have finished her, but then you added the Fishhook, thus guaranteeing the official’s intervention, or worse, allowing Jacobs to make a snack of your fingers. Control your perfection, Lisa. Don’t let it control you.”
Dream looked over her shoulder and sneered. “Nothing controls me, Celia. NO ONE controls me.”
Lisa walked over to the blonde, still murmuring less than sweet nothings. She raised a boot to stomp Jacobs’ chest, but Jenny caught the ankle and shoved, sending The Dream tumbling to the canvas, Lisa landing on her perfect, leather-clad behind.
The Innovator rolled to all fours then pushed to her knees, but a furious Lisa was up faster and DROVE the point of her right knee into the back of Jenny’s skull, sending the face of the NoCal Sensation SLAMMING into the canvas.
“I do something wrong there?” Lisa asked her physician, but in a volume low enough she knew the good doctor can’t hear.
The Ultimate Image dropped to her knees by Jenny’s side and sank both sets of fingers into Jacobs’ golden locks. She tugged Jenny’s head back as far as she’s able and THWUMPED it into the deck with as much force as she could muster, her foe’s noggin bouncing off the mat, the crowd groaning at the sight and the widening of Lisa’s advantage.
At Jenny’s feet, The Dream folded the lower legs of the Innovator upward, scooting over them to force calves down on thighs and, with Jacob’s legs pinned beneath her, Lisa bent her body toward Jenny’s left side. She raised the blonde’s arm and snuck underneath, quickly wrapping up Jenny’s head in a Crossface to secure her Dreamy Stretch.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
Immediately Lisa got to work pulling Jenny like tanned taffy, stretching the Innovator in a fashion that Jacobs herself might find advanced if she wasn’t grunting from having her neck and abdomen shredded.
“Ask her who’s perfect!” Lisa demanded of Craig. “She won’t tell me, but I have a feeling she’ll tell you.”
Realizing this was code for Long to inquire if Jenny wants to give in, he asked dutifully and Jacobs’ grunted out a not entirely convincing ‘no’.
“Keep going. Keep it in place,” Celia indicated calmly. “Yes. Yessss.”
And the Dream did so for long seconds. Very long for Jacobs. But finally, Dream gave up her Crossface grip and again took great satisfaction in ‘throwing’ Jenny’s mug into the thinly-covered plywood, again trying to use Jacobs’ head like a basketball on a bounce pass.
A frustrated Blassenville looked to the skies. Lisa’s dark peepers were drawn to her psychiatrist and manager and the exasperation of the redhead was not lost on The Dream.
“Never lets me be me,” she muttered while pushing to her feet. The brunette beauty grabbed a wrist and tugged Jenny first to her knees and, with another hefty heave, to vertical, if on rubbery legs. The one-time World Champion sent a flashing Toe Kick to the blonde’s navel, doubling her over with a ‘gurk’.
Immediately, Lisa turned and took off for the ropes behind her. She rebounded out of the cables, bringing her right hand over in looping fashion for a signature Dreamsicle.
But before Lisa could land the blow across the back of Jenny’s braincase, the NoCal Sensation surged out of her crouch and into a sweeping kick to Lisa’s left temple that short circuited the effort and sent The Dream spinning in a wobbly, glassy-eyed pirouette.
Now it’s the flaxen-haired grappler’s turn to deliver a boot to the belly after the 360, bending the Luscious One over at the waist. Jenny doubled over the top of The Dream. She crossed the arms of her foe into a Straightjacket hold and LAUNCHED Lisa off the canvas, catching the Ultimate Image overturned, the crown of Lisa’s head pointed at the mat…and DOWN IT WENT!.
STRAIGHTJACKET PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXn19CAJlcQ
Jenny sat out and PILEDRIVED Lisa’s skull into the canvas. The Dream’s noggin popped out from between the thighs of the Innovator, Lisa slopping onto her side, cradling her head with both hands. The FAWNatics roared in response, delighted to see what a bytch karma could be for the gorgeous narcissist.
Jacobs rolled the pliant Dream to her back and covers in a Crossbody, hooking a limp leg for...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Nothing if not perfectly stubborn, Lisa flailed her way out of the pinning predicament, rolling to her back, but stopping there for her fair share of recovery time. Next to The Dream, Jenny was taking advantage of some of her own downtime, but the Sensation was ready to rock a lot sooner than her dark-haired counterpart.
Rising to her feet, if for a moment, Jenny pulled Lisa’s left leg off the deck and wrapped it in a Scissors before dropping across the back of the Ultimate Image. With the Wannadreams cheering her on, Jacobs slipped her arms under and around those of her foe, clamping down with a Full Nelson, adding it to her STF. Jenny rolled to her back and began working Lisa like a part-time job, wrenching away on the mewling Dream.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU-_CMQKNIM
Jenny seemed perfectly happy to work the body of the struggling brunette and left it to Long to ask if Lisa’s had enough. Before The Dream could respond, Celia shouted an emphatic ‘NO!’ Lisa managed a halting grunt that seemed to confirm.
Deciding something more decisive was in order to confirm who’s in charge, Jenny released her captured foe and tugged Lisa to her feet. She planted a Toe Kick into the ivory rim of tummy Lisa had showing to keep Dream pacified. The Innovator grabbed Lisa in a Side Headlock and set to take the Ultimate Image for a Bulldog before The Dreamy One reversed, launching Jacobs for a Side Suplex.
But Jenny had something very different in mind. Adding her own impetus to The Dream’s, Jenny back-flipped over Lisa’s shoulder, collapsing into a tuck while grabbing Lisa’s head and shoulders on the way over. The NoCal Sensation RIPPED Lisa off her feet while dropping to her spine, backstabbing the Ultimate Image with a spectacular Spivey Point Driller.
SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
Dream was sent spasming into the air, if briefly, before settling to earth in a jumbled mess, blown up by the innovation of the golden-haired grappler. Jenny started to cover the waylaid Lisa when Blassenville leapt to the apron, drawing the attention of the Sensation. The doc punched some digits into her iPhone and from backstage FAWN’s naughtiest nurses appeared on the upper stage, the Sisters of Mercy looking anything but nurturing. They remain stationed there as a threat.
“Lisa must be on life support for you to being Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber out here,” Jenny informed as Blassenville dropped back to the floor. “But I’ve got news for you, Red. There’s no saving her, tonight.”
Celia appeared nonplussed by the blonde’s rancor. “Believe me, Ms. Jacobs.” she said quietly. “Of all the threats that have faced my patient throughout the years, you barely merit passing concern.”
The Innovator stalked over to the ropes, climbed onto the lowermost and leaned over the top to deliver her next message. “You’ll change your tune when those two Igors are trying to stitch that monster back together again.”
Blassenville sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger, like someone with a headache. “It’s hard to believe that you and she could have anything in common, but perhaps you’d be better served taking a page from Lisa’s therapy and focus on the ring?”
Jacobs eyed the Sisters warily, was grateful to see they hadn’t moved. “Just keep the goon squad out of my way and everything’ll be finNWOOAAAHHHRRGGGHHH!”
A vengeful hand grasped Jenny’s right shoulder and pulled her from the ropes in a single swift jerk. Cursing herself for taking eyes off the Dream for too long, Jacobs twisted around in mid-air in search of some defense only to yelp when Lisa raked her across the eyes. The cheap tactic threw the blonde off balance, loosened her knees and might’ve spilled her to the mat if the Ultimate Image hadn’t THWHUMPED a Kneelift into her tummy and backed her into the ropes. Crowding against the stunned battler, Lisa angled her forearm across Jacobs’s throat to keep her short on air while she glared daggers at Celia. “Offering advice to the enemy now, huh, Celia? How am I supposed to feel about you taking on a Wannadream as a client?”
Blassenville could feel her headache worsening, but she kept all traces of sarcasm from her reply. “You are more than enough patient to sate all my academic queries, Lisa. If you’ll notice, I kept the Wannadream distracted just long enough to let you regain your wind and on the offensive.”
Lisa thought it over, nodded, and worked her hands into Jenny’s hair, all without acknowledging the ref’s count, even though he was practically barking in her ear. “Good move, Doctor. Make another and bring the Sisters closer. I’ll need them to haul off some medical waste here shortly.”
Peeling Jenny off the ropes without waiting for a reply, the Ultimate Image backed up several steps, dropped a shoulder and slung her to the far side with an Irish--never mind. Lisa dug in her heels, pulled the blonde back toward her and whipped around just in time to THWHAP her right boot into Jenny’s tummy in a gut-churning Kick. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds dropped to one knee, reducing herself to little more than a perfect target as Lisa did another sharp turn and ran the ropes on her prey’s left. No avoiding the brain freeze this time, Lisa wound up like a woman tossing a softball and brought her right forearm THWHAPPING down across the base of Jacobs’s neck.
DREAMSICLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz6UOy7L21Q
Jenny hit the mat like she’d been poleaxed, somehow struggled to all fours, then crawled a few feet before puddling out flat again. Delighted by this decisive show from the mercurial brunette, Celia clapped her hands and called, “PERFECT, LISA! HOOK THE LEG AND FINISH HER OFF!” Already thinking similar thoughts, the Dream sidled up beside her blonde, planted both hands atop her chest and nodded along through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Jenny didn’t kick out, at least not at that particular instant. No, the count ended a heartbeat shy of its goal because the Personification of Perfection grabbed Jacobs by the hair and yanked her head off the mat!
The FAWNatics jeered as loud as they could, Celia on the other hand was wide-eyed with astonishment. “What were you thinking?” she whispered. “You HAD her.”
As if she’d caught the drift of the doctor’s thoughts, Lisa turned to Blassenville and said, “She’s DONE, Celia. But this fight’s not OVER until this pathetic little Wannadream has her equally pathetic ass roasted by the searing sounds of a Bittersweet Symphony.” Celia didn’t answer which was probably for the best because Lisa’d already dismissed her in dragging the discombobulated Innovator to her knees. “Did you really think I’d let you leave this ring without hearing my favorite song?” Dream forced Jacobs’s head between her thighs, reached down with both hands and delivered a double swat just to make sure the instrument was in tune. “Sounds good. But lets check out the high end.” She hooked her fingers into Jenny’s indigo briefs and YAAAAAAAAAAANKED them up in a wedgie so merciless it hoisted the Californian from her knees to her feet.
“Impressive, you’re ALMOST at perfect pitch.” Lisa smirked when she released the newly-minted thong. “You just might experience the softest echo of my perfectiUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny snatched Lisa’s gams just below the knees and swept them out from underneath in a Double Leg Takedown. Far too angry to worry about things like official repercussions, Jacobs stretched her opponent’s stems into a wide ‘V’ and THUMPED her right foot into the brunette’s crotch. Lisa sat up like she’d been struck by lightning, but she didn’t make a sound. The pain was simply too big to escape her throat at the moment.
Normally Celia would’ve been right there taking up the protest for her patient, but at the moment she simply didn’t have it in her. There would’ve been no point, either way. The Low Blow was tawdry, but hardly a match ending offense, especially in the wake of the wedgie. And so she simply remained silent while Jenny angled Dream’s right ankle across the pit of her left knee. Then she folded the left leg over, pulled it off the mat and slipped her left hand through the center of the ‘4’ to secure a tight clasp over the Dream‘s quivering thigh. Still hunched over following that scalding wedgie, Jenny pushed up on tiptoes, rolled Lisa onto her belly and planted the point of her right knee flush in the small of her foe’s back.
JACOBS LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvNEx-_gBmk
Leeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaning back to the limits of balance, Jenny flipped hair out of her face and looked over one shoulder. Blue eyes flashing, she snapped, “TAP THAT MAT, BRAT! NO, BEG FOR MERCY! NO, HOW ABOUT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME?” The vindictive Innovator bounced her knee on Dream’s straining vertebrae, putting even more pressure on the Ladder.
Not entirely sure how things had gone so wrong, so fast, Lisa waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’ to keep Craig Long out of her line of sight for a few precious seconds. With the ref temporarily placated, the Dream looked around until she located the Sisters of Mercy flanking Celia near the foot of the ramp. Sighing with relief in spite of the gawdawful angle of her spine, Lisa extended her arm and beckoned for assistance. Nurses Hurt and Manners took a single step forward… then stopped when Blassenville laid a hand on their shoulders.
“Whaa…. what’re you DOOOOOOOOOIIINNNNG?” Lisa squealed. “GET IN HEEEEEEERE!”
Celia stepped in front of her medical staff. “You don’t need our help, Lisa. You’re perfect.”
Only vaguely aware that Lisa was speaking (ok, wailing) to someone that wasn’t her, Jacobs eased up a little, slid back a little, then settled back down, her right knee wedged against the nape of Lisa’s neck. “COST ME A YEAR, LISA!” the NoCal Sensation roared. “DON’T THINK I WON’T BREAK YOU IN HALF!”
Returned to the grim reality of her situation by another heartless pull, Lisa plunged both hands into her hair in hopes of resisting the Wannadream’s savage attack. “Yuuuuuhhhhh….. YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!” Dream shrieked at the traitorous trio watching her suffer. “NO ONE CROSSES ME AND AAAAAAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAHHHHHHD! STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP! STAAAAAAAAAHP! I GIVE!”
Jacobs pulled back that much harder, putting the soles of Lisa’s shoes that much closer to the back of her head while she tapped the mat in fast forward. The bell sounded and Dream kept right on tapping, but Jenny made no effort to relax the Ladder. She meant to erase everyone’s memory of her surrendering to the Whispering Scream, and if that meant snapping the spine of an egomaniac, then so f*cking be it. CRRRAAAAAANKING back even farther, Jenny nodded in savage satisfaction when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… JENNY JACOBS!”
“C’mon on Jenny, let her go. You’re better than this!” Craig Long swatted at her shoulder, then tugged at her elbow to make the Innovator break her grip. “Break it now, Jenny. Don’t make me reverse my decision.”
Jacobs shot him a disgusted look, powered back on the Ladder one more before tossing Lisa’s legs aside. “Don’t bother.” she snapped when the ref tried to raise her hand. “Just deal with the loser.” Free of both irritants for the moment, Jenny hoisted the Double J’s overhead and strolled around the squared circle. “Hear how loud she screamed?” the blonde told a cameraman filming from the apron. “Get used to that. Gonna be a lot of punks screaming here real soon.” She made as if to climb the nearest corner, but pulled pack as if she’d remembered something. “Reminds me, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Crane. You laid me out the last time we were in a ring together. That’s not gonna stand for much longer. Neither are you.”
Once the message was delivered she continued to the next corner and saluted the Jacobites, who returned her energy a hundredfold. But then the pitch of their adulation took on such a warning tone it made the hairs on the back of Jacobs’s neck stand up. Hands knotted into tight little fists, the NoCal Sensation hopped down from ropes and found Celia Blassenville in the ring.
But Celia wasn’t even looking at Jenny. She had hold of Lisa’s left hand and sloooooowly pulled the suffering brunette to her feet. “How are you, Lisa?” Blassenville asked. “Do I need to call Nurses Hurt and Man--”
Lisa lashed out, twisting the good doctor’s head to one side with an echoing Bytch Slap. “WHAT YOU NEED TO DO IS GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BEG MY FORGIVENESS!” the Dream bellowed in her ear. “DON’T THINK I DIDN’T SEE YOU THREE MISERABLE WANNADREAMS JUST STANDING THERE WATCHING WHILE THAT BLONDE BYTCH TRIED TO SNAP ME IN--”
Celia jabbed Lisa with her shoulder, rocking the smaller woman back on her heels. In the next instant Blassenville hopped off her left foot and THWHACKED the right into Lisa’s chin! The Bicycle Kick caught Lisa flush and knocked her flat, the former World Champ landing on her back with both legs up like someone who’d eaten a remarkably nasty Powerbomb.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySnLmICxhDA
As stunned as the rest of the FAWNatics, Jenny sank into a crouch in case the Temptress’s wrath fell on her, but when Celia looked her way she only said, “Would you be so kind as to excuse me, Ms. Jacobs? I need a moment with my patient. Rest assured the Sisters aren’t here for you.”
Jenny was hesitant to cede the ring after such a hard fought win, but attempting to stand against the fed’s resident mad doctor AND her pair of nefarious nurses was too risky even for her. Dipping her head ever so slightly, Jenny murmured, “Up her dosage, doc.” With that she slipped out of the ring and made her way up the aisle. True to Blassenville’s word, Deborah and Kristin didn’t spare her so much as a glance.
“You could’ve been my perfect weapon.” Celia murmured to the glassy-eyed Dream. “You were SO CLOSE on so many different occasions. But your ego… your delusions… I’m afraid I underestimated the strength of your imperfections.”
Lisa groaned and sat up, albeit barely. “Wuuuhhh…. watch your mouth… Wannadream. Imperfections are for lesser ERRRRRGGGGHH!”
Celia clamped a hand over Lisa’s face and jerked her to verticality, Iron Claw-style. Switching control from head to hand, she slipped Lisa’s left arm between the Dream’s own thighs and quickly hooked her left arm over Lisa’s right bicep to complete the Pumphandle. Pretty face set in a disappointed frown, Blassenville flipped her patient up onto her right shoulder, cinched both arms around brunette waist and promptly dropped to her tush to THWHONK the crown of Lisa’s skull into the mat courtesy of the Head Game. Dream went rigid as a tent peg on contact, but she was the consistency of overdone pasta by the time Celia shoved her away.
HEAD GAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7ypoMlXkTE
Rolling to one knee, the Clinical Killer adjusted the edges of her skirt, then turned to the Sisters of Mercy. “Get her out of my sight.” she told Manners and Hurt. “Any way you see fit. You’ve earned it, as far as I’m concerned.”
The Sisters of Mercy turned gleeful in their march to the ring. Nurses Kristin and Deborah reached the squared circle but only Hurt immediately entered. Manners walked to Dream’s corner and pulled up the apron. She soon emerged with a ragged, dirty but apparently functional straightjacket and, with it, the Sister slid into the ring, hopping to her feet.
Deborah moved to the unconscious Lisa and struggled to get the perfectly dispatched bundle to her feet. She finished behind the Ultimate Image, arms hooked under those of Lisa to keep the veteran upright. Celia moved nose to nose with her patient.
“Wake up, Lisa,” Blassenville whispered, gaining no response. “I said WAKE UP!”
The redhead slapped the taste from Lisa’s mouth but also instilled a modicum of consciousness back into her patient’s gray matter. Lisa groaned, her head bobbling.
“Wuhhh.”
The good doctor grabbed The Dream’s chin with her right hand and forced Lisa’s still glazed eyes to her focused peepers,
“Hello Lisa. I wanted to make sure you know I will remain your psychiatrist. That hasn’t changed. So don’t worry your pretty, perfect head.”
Celia retreated a step or two to leave room for Nurse Kristin. Nurse Deborah held out Lisa’s limp left arm and together the Sisters forced it through the raised left sleeve of the straightjacket. They did likewise with the opposite arm and sleeve.
“But as your doctor I’ve decided your dementia is far too serious for anything but committing you to a…mmmm…rest facility.”
Celia nodded to her nursing staff. Kristin grabbed hold of the straps at the end of Lisa’s sleeves and crossed them, forcing The Dream’s arms to do the same. She handed the straps to Deborah who pulled them tightly behind before starting the process of slipping them through the buckles.
“There you can get the quiet time you so desperately need. Granted, I will be too busy with my duties here to see you, but the staff at Shady Acres will provide you with three squares of liquid diet, a pot for your defecation and urination, and all of the hours of self-reflection you need to turn your life around. I confidently predict you’ll be ready to rejoin society in no less than five years.”
The last few words seem to act as a stimulant to Lisa and she started to struggle in her bonds.
“You can’t do this to me! I’m Lisa F*cking Dream!”
The Ultimate Image’s flails strengthened making Nurse Deborah’s job more difficult. Celia motioned to Nurse Kristin who delivered an Uppercut to The Dream’s chin that snapped the brunette’s head back and “lessens” her efforts. Behind Lisa, Hurt tightened the jacket with each loop until the final set of knots was tied. Satisfied, Doctor Blassenville tapped Lisa’s cheek.
“I CAN do it and, as a matter of fact, I have some of my friends from Shady Acres to help you find your way to the facility.”
On cue, two gruff men clad in loose fitting white jackets and pants with white tennis shoes, wheeled a dolly toward the ring. The nurses turned Lisa to face her new besties, eliciting another burst of adrenaline from Lisa. She struggled against her jacket but her torso was trussed. The Ultimate Image managed to twist her head wildly, screaming bloody murder as she kicked her legs at Celia and Kristin.
“I’M LISA DREAM! I’M LISA DREAM!”
Doctor Blassenville turned to Nurse Kristin and nodded again. Clearly excited to have the doc’s petulant patient discharged from her care, Manners grabbed a handful of dark tresses and yanked Lisa to the middle of the ring, Deborah adding a shove before moving to a corner and heading up.
While Hurt climbed, her fellow Sister dipped, scooped, and lifted the bound Lisa onto her right shoulder and turned to face Deborah. Another nod from Celia sent Hurt into motion and she leapt to the suspended Dream, grabbing her braincase as she fell. In synchronicity, Blassenville’s nursing staff ‘euthanized’ Lisa with their tandem finisher, SPIKING her skull into the canvas.
EUTHANIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUmmVLJmBmw
Every ounce of sense and fight instantly driven from The Dream, Lisa rolled to her back, sedated for the long trip to Shady Acres. Each of the Sisters grabbed an ankle and dragged the insensate Image to the ring’s edge where they dropped the limbs and let the burly attendants slide Lisa the rest of the way out. There, they placed and secured the demolished Dream in their dolly for the exit from the arena.
Wheeling Lisa up the aisle and ramp, the Sisters started a ‘nah nah nah nah’ chant and the FAWNatics, wistful but at the same time celebratory, provided their ‘hey hey…good bye’s to a former FAWN World Champion. Kristin and Deborah added mirthful waves while Blassenville’s cold silence reminded all of FAWN just how cutthroat the psychiatrist could be.
Lisa, her chin to her chest, ‘euthanized’ into next week, didn’t hear the final serenade. She disappeared into memories as she’s trundled through the curtains on the way to her double-locked rubber room at Shady Acres.
JENNY SAYS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGICoNYu2zQ
JENNY JACOBS:
The Jacobites damned near blew out the television speakers of fans around the world when ‘Jenny Says’ hit the speakers. Not that their heroine had been absent from television and house shows by any means, but the NorCal Sensation hadn’t made a PPV appearance since the end of December, when she’d come oooooohhhh so close to ending Sydney Deschain’s FAWN career on a loss. Failing to do so had been a setback, but Jenny was as indomitable a spirit as the promotion had ever seen, as evidenced by the frenetic way she burst throuh the curtain. Skidding to a stop at the top of the ramp, she raised the Double J’s and bellowed, “GOOD TO SEE YA AGAIN, PEOPLE? READY TO SEE A DREAM GET SHATTERED?” Those assembled replied in the affirmative, which was all the motivation Jacobs needed to start down the aisle in a near sprint.
For her second match with the Pernicious Personification of Perfection, Jenny sported the star-spangled version of her usual indigo briefs, as well as a matching halter-style top that featured equally celestial cups held together by a small metal buckle in the shape of a star. Her boots and pads were still the same crisp white and her hair still curled in a sleek golden bob that fell to just below her ears. Almost to the ring, Jacobs put on the brakes to scope out a sign that read:
SERIES IS TIED 2-2,
JENNY’S GONNA SHOW LISA
WHAT PERFECTION REALLY IS!
Jenny blinked, thought about it and realized this was in fact the deciding match in a best of five series between she and the Dream. “Damned right, I am.” she said quietly. “And after I’ve put Lisa in her place there’s a certain smart-mouthed redhead that’s gonna feel my boot on her ass.” Then she moving again, sprinting the rest of the way down the aisle and springing to her feet as soon as she’d cleared the bottom rope.
Making a beeline to Craig Long once she’d gained her feet, Jacobs passed the final inspection, then charged to the corner closest to the stage and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. “BRING YOUR NURSES!” she shouted to the as of yet unseen Dream. “BRING YOUR MAD DOCTOR! BRING WHOEVER THE HELL YOU WANT, LISA! I’LL PUT THEM ON THE SCRAP HEAP RIGHT BEFORE YOU!” Satisfied for the moment, she dropped down and backed to the other side of the ring.
Having allowed the woman who was far less than perfection whet the appetites of the Wannadreams, Lisa deigned to indicate she was ready to join Jacobs in battle yet another time, though why the ‘Innovator of Losing’ continued to want to be put on her inferiority on display remained curious to the Ultimate Image of Human Perfection.
With the flaxen-haired fraud situated, her music fading if not her cheers, the pyro for Perfection was readied and, when The Dream emerged, it’s simultaneous to the familiar burst of blazing white pyrotechnics. A split second behind, the opening chords of the classic ‘O Fortuna’ replaced the blazing fireworks.
O FORTUNA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GD3VsesSBsw
The jeers of the FAWNatics rose to a crescendo along with the stirring music. The FAWN icon, who had been a legend for various other wrestling organizations through the years, reviewed the great unwashed of Orlando. The woman who’d steered Dream to considerable recent success moved to her side, in the person of Celia Blassenville, MD, PhD. Lisa, certain she’d immediately sent a chill down the spine of every Dreamophile and Dreamophobe in the house, marched toward the squared circle.
LISA DREAM:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Not particularly intent in staying close to her patient, Celia followed at her own deliberate pace in a smart and TIGHT, grey pinstripe suit and skirt, both mostly covered by a long, open, white lab coat. The powerful redhead followed in the exhaust of The Dream and watched as the Ultimate Image rose up the ring steps.
Lisa halted and took a long look around the unfriendly confines before sticking a leather-clad leg through then followed the cowskin-covered limb into the battleground.
Noticeable in their absence were two beautiful and brutal brunettes. Doctor Blassenville’s staff may be on call, but as of the moment, neither of the Sisters of Mercy was at the side of either patient or doctor.
Having reached ringside, Celia discussed tonight’s test with the Luscious One even as the assembled continued to boo their lungs out, a distracted Lisa scoffing and scowling at the Wannadreams.
Dream was in skin-tight, black leather; Lisa wearing her customary sleeveless 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 cowhide pants reached down to her black boots, the Dreamophiles, again 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.
The good doctor provided final instructions to her case study as the Announcer provided a thoroughly unnecessary introduction.
“…and her opponent…accompanied to the ring by Dr. Celia Blassenville; from New York, New York, standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, the Luscious One...The Ultimate Image of Human Perfection…Lisa Dream!”
The beautiful dark-haired Dream patted herself on the back and moved to center stage while Celia settled in the corner of her charge.
Inside the ring, Lisa showed silent disdain for the Dreamophobes until she pulled a microphone from hip to lips.
“Maddy Crane was…IS a fluke,” she noted calmly. But when the crowd cheered the name of Crane, Lisa grew more insistent. “A FLUKE!”
“The woman in front of me may believe she knows everything I can do to her. She certainly knows I can and will beat her. But tonight, she’ll learn how perfectly it can be done.”
Having riled the crowd to a new decibel level, Lisa strode to her corner and gently turned the stick over to Celia then spun to face Double-J, ready for the bell.
The bell CLANGED and blonde and brunette took leave from their corners and headed for the other, clearly eager to renew old hostilities. Though neither would say it out loud, both women knew this was a must-win match. Jenny’s last major pay-per-view appearance saw her come up *just* short of ending Sydney Deschain’s retirement tour on a loss, whereas Lisa’s match at March to War ended with her surrendering to longtime rival Maddy Crane. Each was in need of a strong showing over a worthy opponent and a victory tonight would see the fortune of one changed for the better while the loser endured another crushing setback.
Determined to point Lisa’s little leather-clad cheeks at the rafters all night long, Jenny settled into a springy wrestling crouch and circled to the right. Dream watched her for a moment, scoffed, then adopted a crouch of her own and matched the blonde’s approach. “Whenever you’re ready, Wannadream.” Lisa sniffed. “I’ve humiliated your overrated ass before and I’m happy to do it again. Who knows, maybe this time I’ll put you on the shelf for two yea--”
Jacobs dove in low and swiped at the brunette’s legs, but the Ultimate Image dipped aside at the last second. Rounding on Dream at once, Jenny resumed her stance and closed on her rival. “As I recall the last time we met you were about to start bawling when the Sisters of Mercy hit the ring to save your ass.” Jacobs paused long enough to take an exaggerated look around ringside. “Don’t see them tonight, though. What’s wrong, Lis? Celia finally decide a loser like you isn’t worth the full might of her medic--”
Dream planted on her left foot and whipped the right up n’ around in a flawless Roundhouse that would’ve dented the blonde’s chin if Jenny hadn’t ducked a heartbeat prior. Pouncing the instant she was clear of the strike, Jacobs swept her opponent into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. She’d hoped to muscle Dream to the nearest corner, but the brunette dug in her heels and filled her hands with Jenny’s hair. The Innovator hissed at the sharp pain in her scalp and returned the favor with interest, savagely tugging at Lisa’s luscious locks. Eyes and teeth shining, Dream and Jacobs stamped in an angry little circle until Craig Long hurried over and swatted ‘em both on the wrists. “All right ladies, knock that off! You’re here for a wrestling match, so end that cheap shyt right now!”
Blonde and brunette pulled a little harder, then let loose and backed off with their hands grudgingly raised. “I don’t need the Sisters to take a year from your career, Jacobs.” Lisa huffed after taking a moment to smooth her hair down. “And I won’t need them to make you eat your smutty little bottoms.”
Jenny’s blue eyes narrowed and flashed. “You better hope Celia’s got those freaks on speed-dial.” she growled. “Because it’s gonna take all three of them to pull my boot outta your ass.”
The Dream scoffed so blatantly Jenny almost slapped her then and there. “Talk, talk, talk. You’re good for a Wannadream, Jacobs. But that’s all you’ll ever be. A gatekeeper for the REAL stars. The REAL champions. How do you expect to beat me when that old hag made you cry on her last nigNNNNNGGGHHH!”
Jenny’s hand flashed out, catching Lisa across the jaw with a resounding CRAAACK! “Let’s make a deal, Lisa.” the blonde said quietly. “You don’t bring up Sydney and I won’t mention all those times you begged Olivia Dare for merNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Dream tagged her with a backhand so stiff it raised an instant welt on Jenny’s fair skin. “I don’t make deals with lesser beings, Wannadream.” Lisa cooed. “If I want the whole world to know you’re Deschain’s BYTCH, I will shout that knowledge from the mountaintopOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Jenny charged, lowered a shoulder and slammed it into Dream’s tummy. Too angry to bother carting her foe all the way to the corner, Jacobs simply swept Lisa’s legs out from underneath and straddled her waist, all the better to pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAK a series of stiff punches into the Dream’s forehead. “Watch those hands, Long!” Celia snapped from the apron. “I don’t care how biased this officiating staff is, I won’t stand here and watch Jacobs flaunt the rules!”
Craig, who’d already moved in to warn Jenny of the infraction, gave the redhead an irritated look before returning to the task at hand. “C’mon Jen, you know the rules on closed fists. Either open it up or switch to Forearm Smashes.”
Jacobs paused in her delivery and smiled. “That’s a good idea, Craig. Tell ya what though, there’s just something so SATISFYING about grinding my knuckles into this bytch’s eyebrow.” She validated this claim by doing exactly that, the NoCal Sensation twisting her punchin’ wrist back n’ forth into the bony ridge just above Dream’s right eye.
This brought another protest from Celia and another warning from the official. When both were ignored, Long started his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Jenny raised her hands but didn’t give up the mount. “Happy?” she snapped. “Damn Craig, when did you get so EEERRRGGGHHH!”
Hardly content to remain passive while the zebra came to her rescue, Lisa reached up and raked Jacobs across her insolent little face. Now it was Long warning her, not that the Dream paid him any attention until a double handful of hair allowed her to switch place with the yelping blonde. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Lisa told him in a remarkably civil tone of voice. “If Ms. Jacobs had any problem with my tactics, I’m sure she would’ve voiced them herself. Isn’t that right, Jenny?” Jacobs coughed and beat her heels against the mat, but otherwise remained silent. Lisa looked up, smiling. “See? Not a word.”
“That’s because you’re choking her! Let go of her, Lisa!”
Dream looked down, feigned surprise over finding her hands wrapped around Jenny’s neck. “Oh dear. How did those get there?” Far from confused, the former World Champion squeezed a little harder and bounced the back of Jenny’s skull off the mat. She would’ve happily throttled the insipid little Wannadream into unconsciousness if the braying official hadn’t started a count that was much too fast for her taste. Breaking at ‘FOUR!’ she raised her hands to shoulder level and snapped, “Can you at least TRY to keep your bias in check?”
“I don’t know. Can you at least TRY to not cheat while I’m looking right at you?”
Lisa frowned, shifted her position before offering a rebuttal. “A woman of my standing does not CHEAT, Wannadream. She might use tactics that are beyond the ken of lesser minds, but your personal failings are hardly my concern.”
Craig worked very hard not to roll his eyes. “Be that as it may, I can’t have you strangling--DAMMIT LISA, GET YOUR KNEE OFF HER NECK!”
Dream didn’t bother waiting for a count that time, she simply put a little more weight on the idiot’s windpipe, then stood up and strutted a circuit around the squared circle while Jenny flopped onto her side and coughed unpleasantly. “Enjoying the show so far, Wannadreams?” Lisa asked the great unwashed crowded around the perimeter of her battleground. “I hope so, because it’s just getting started. This false idol of yours is going to--”
“Enough talk, Lisa.” Celia said from the left. “Like it or not, you are in need of course correction and mere verbiage won’t be enough. So stop talking and PUNISH her.”
The Dream glowered, she’d never liked anyone telling her what to do, even if it was supposedly in her own best interest. Turning back to Jacobs without saying a word, she stomped over, grabbed a double handful of hair and peeled her off mat. “Stand up straight, Wannadream. It’s time you OOOOHHHHH!”
Jacobs swatted the brunette’s hands aside and looped her arms around Dream’s head and left arm. Chancery secure, she dropped to one knee, then snatched Lisa behind the left knee and rolled over onto her back in what looked like the end of a Fisherman’s Suplex. Bridging up on her toes, Jenny hooked Lisa tight in hopes of stealing the…
CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6JaokLIPbU
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The Dream kicked her way free and hustled to her feet in a moment of sheer terror she’d let the longest reigning champion in FAWN history sneak out with a win. A look of relief coursed over her flawless face when she saw Craig hold up two fingers.
“Perhaps you’re not TOTALLY corrupt.”
But as Lisa offered what was likely the ultimate compliment of a Wannadream she’d ever provided, Jenny, still on the mat, snatched a leg from behind and pulled Lisa over, tripping The Dream and rolling her into a Small Package for...
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The Ultimate Image popped loose again, hopping to her feet and landing a boot to the blonde’s chest, or trying to. Instead, Jacobs leg-whipped Lisa down and rolled her into yet another ball for...
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The Dream shook her way free and this time scattered to the outside. Landing on her feet next to Celia, a furious Dream slapped the canvas with both hands. Doctor Blassenville edged closer as a grinning Jacobs rolled to one knee and stared at the duo, motioning Lisa back in.
“What did we talk about after your mistakes versus Maddy Crane?” Celia asked.
A sheepish Dream offered a whispered “focus”.
“FOCUS,” Blassenville repeated it with cold steel in her voice. “None of your perfection matters without focus. How many times do I--” The head of Lisa’s medical team cut herself off and pointed into the ring. “Focus”.
The Dream bit her lower lip burning a pair of brown laser beams through the demanding doctor, but slowly did as she’s directed, climbing back in at the count of ‘EIGHT’.
Blonde and brunette circled in tightening circles and fell together in a Collar-and-Elbow clinch.
“I get the feeling she doesn’t consider you the perfect patient anymore,” Jenny chirped before tugging The Dream into a tight Side Headlock. A loud grunt emanated from the Personification of Perfection as Lisa shoved Jacobs away, Jenny using the momentum to hit the ropes in front of her and barrel back at the waiting Dream.
An undeterred Jenny leveled a shoulder and blocked Lisa to the deck. The Dream stared up in shock at the beaming blonde, again slapping the canvas. Jenny shrugged and took off for another set of strands, allowing Lisa to rise and get ready for the rebound.
The blonde’s boot rose as she approached, Jacobs looking to send her foe down again with a Yakuza Kick but Lisa ducked under and swept the planted stem of the former Intercontinental champion, sending her crashing to the canvas. Lisa rose and dropped a knee at the forehead of the blonde, but Jenny rolled clear and The Dream’s balled joint found nothing but thinly-sheathed plywood. The impact sent The Dream bounding back to vertical but tightly gripping her knee, limping away in a wide arc.
Outside, the good doctor raked her fingers through her long auburn strands, gazing to the heavens. Meanwhile Lisa staggered back to a risen Jenny who wrapped her arms around the Ultimate Image, lifts and tossed with a sweet Uranage.
URANAGE @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4s_dYqMDIkw
Dream thumped to the canvas, but to her credit, the wincing brunette used the momentum to roll to her feet and retreat to a spot in the corner, her back to the buckles. Bent at the waist, she stared at an approaching Jenny as if trying to solve a particularly difficult riddle, but knowing she only had a few seconds to do so.
Lisa fashioned her hands into a ‘T’, demanding a timeout from Long. The effort to delay didn’t halt the Innovator from her insistent approach and neither did the flashing digits of Dream, who tried to rake the baby blues of the blonde when in range. Instead Jenny smacked the hand aside and delivered a follow-up forearm shiver to the jaw of the brunette beauty. With Lisa dazed and wobbly, Jacobs grabbed a wrist and flung The Dream toward the opposite corner. The Ultimate Image raced across the canvas and turned into a jarring back-first impact with the corner. Jenny quickly followed behind, sprinting toward her foe and dipping a shoulder to Spear the perfect out of the delectable egomaniac.
With hardly a tick to spare, Lisa used her grip on the ropes on either side of the corner to lift her legs and Jenny found nothing but steel post with her right shoulder. Dropping her perfect leather-sheathed ass atop the lowered back of the aching Innovator, The Dream tightened her legs in a Scissors and forced her straddling body into a forward flip, bringing Jenny along for the ride, SLAMMING her foe’s spine and the back of her skull into the mat.
DREAMY TONIC:
With Jenny’s shoulders planted and her taut cheeks pointed to the rafters, Craig tested the level of perfection of the crafty counter with a...
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And Jacobs escaped, flopping to a shoulder, the good one, while still cradling the bad.
Lisa hopped to her feet rejuvenated, but screaming at Long.
“THREE. Do you know how to count?”
“I believe I’ve nearly counted to three several times with you on the mat,” the saucy zebra replied.
Lisa let loose with a Bytch Slap that swiveled the man’s head. Redfaced from more than the open-hand attack, an angry Craig looked toward the Timekeeper, ready to raise his hand and call for the end of the match, but Celia interceded. The redhead quickly used some soothing psychiatry, pledging to get The Dream under control and the ref decided to keep the match going.
A flustered Lisa turned her attention back to the blonde. She gathers a Three Quarters Facelock and forced Jenny up only to Snapmare her back to the deck, the damaged Innovator ending dead center of the ring in a wide starfish. Lisa immediately headed for the cables. Leaping, she landed on the middle strand and vaulted into a perilous but perfect back flip as she SMASHED down belly-to-belly across the open tanned midriff of the blonde, NAILING Jenny with a Dreamy Sault.
DREAMYSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-rOycQdAPo
Ending on her knees next to the gurgling Jenny, Lisa raised her right arm and extended an index finger to proclaim herself #1 before transitioning to her middle finger lest the Wannadreams in the audience feel they too were special.
Message delivered, Lisa leaned across the splayed Jacobs in a crossbody pin, hooking the near leg for the...
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Jenny kicked out right after ‘TWO!’ and did so with such energy that Dream didn’t even bother to check with the official. Didn’t mean she let Jacobs rest though, not by a long shot. Rocking back on her haunches, the Personification of Perfection planted her left knee across the blonde’s chest to keep her pinned down (an aggressive, intrusive palm to the face didn’t hurt the situation either), then fashioned her right hand into a fist and pik-pak-pik-pak’ed several hard punches into her foe’s midsection. “You clearly haven’t been taking care of your core, Wannadream.” Lisa noted as she grrrrrrrooooooound her knuckles into Jenny’s protesting midsection. “I’ve seen more resistance in bread douNNNGGHHH!”
The Innovator’s leg flashed up in an awkward little kick that struck Dream’s right shoulder. It didn’t break her mount, but it did ignite her notoriously short fuse. “YOU FOOLISH LITTLE BRAT!” she snatched a handful of hair and BWONKED the back of Jenny’s head against the mat once, twice, three times. “YOUR ROLE IS NOT TO OPPOSE ME! YOUR ROLE IS TO SIT THERE AND BE DISGUSTINGLY AVERAGE WHILE THESE IMBECILES BASK IN MY PERFECTION!”
Ever the contrarian where Lisa’s opinions were concerned, the FAWNatics booed all the louder, especially when the leather-clad lovely stopped pounding Jenny’s abs and started clawing them instead.
Craig, who’d kept his distance ever since Lisa shifted his face a few inches off center, stomped over when the brunette started trying to remove great patches of Jacobs’s scalp. “All right Lisa, cut it out. The claw hold is fine, but you can’t just pull her hair out.” Lisa paid him no mind at all, indeed she re-twined her fingers in Jenny’s tangled tresses and jerked all the harder. Sighing, Craig put a hand on her shoulder. “Dammit Lisa, how many times do I have to--”
The Ultimate Image rose up in a blur and rounded on the ref, her dark eyes blazing. “GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF ME, CRETIN!” she bellowed. “I AM LISA DREAM AND IF YOU SO MUCH AS BREATHE IN MY GENERAL VICINITY I WILL--”
“Stand down, Lisa.” Celia didn’t shout, but there was steel enough to break through Lisa’s rage.
Or at least redirect it from zebra to doctor.
Approaching Blassenville’s side of the ring like a woman on a mission, Dream snatched the top rope in both hands and growled, “What is your problem, Celia? I’ve got that dumpy little toad at my mercy and you won’t let me finish her off!”
The Temptress didn’t answer at once, rather she gripped the middle rope in both hands and climbed onto the apron. “You are more than welcome to finish off Ms. Jacobs. In fact, nothing would make me happier than to raise your hand while she’s hauled away on a stretcher.” Blassenville titled her head slightly down, forcing Lisa to look up to meet her gaze. “But I cannot raise your hand if you allow yourself to be disqualified.”
Lisa sniffed. “It’s not my fault that the ref is GURHK!”
Surprise all round when the good doctor reached out and gripped her patient by the throat. “It IS your problem, Lisa.” she said softly. “So stow your damnable ego and WIN. THIS. MATCH.” Celia let her go and swatted her shoulder. “Now get back to it. And don’t bother working her midsection. You almost broke her neck once, give her another taste of that fear.” The redhead dropped to the floor, leaving Dream to regard her with wide, baleful eyes.
“Don’t ever lay your hands on me again.” Lisa whispered.
“Focus, Lisa. Jacobs is almost to her feet.”
The Dream turned around and sure enough, Jenny was doubled over, but otherwise vertical. Focusing all her anger and frustration on the vulnerable blonde, Lisa charged in from Jenny’s right and THWHUMPED a huge Kneelift into her opponent’s stomach. Jacobs’s feet rose off the mat and her butt shot back at an unpleasant angle as all the air rushed from her lungs. She might’ve collapsed to all fours if Dream hadn’t twisted into place beside her and looped an arm across her tummy. Curling her other arm around Jenny’s lower back to secure a Gutwrench, Lisa bent her knees then muscled the blonde, up, over and down, a full somersault that ended with Jacobs THWHUMPING gut-first atop her opponent’s posted right knee.
DREAMY GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK37qpgEV4w
Jenny ‘ooooooffffhed’ and settled softly over the brunette’s sturdy thigh. On another night Lisa might’ve shoved the pretender onto her back and gone for a cover, but at the moment she was gripped by an uncontrollable urge to prove her superiority to every single person in this miserable, pissant arena. So she dragged Jenny to something like upright, then swung around so she was snugged in on her prey’s left. Slinging Jacobs’s arm across her shoulders, Dream wrapped one arm around the Innovator’s waist and braced her other hand against opposing backside to muscle Jacobs onto her right shoulder for an emphatic Belly-to-Back Sup--NO! Lisa swung Jenny back the way she’d came and once again deposited her tummy across a waiting knee. Now Jacobs did bounce clear and Lisa covered her, albeit in a highly non-traditional fashion. Kneeling beside the prone battler, she fashioned her hands into hooks, ‘smecked’ them against Jenny’s midriff and pushed down with all her might while the ref counted…
BELLY TO BACK GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQDRI9Ht0Pk
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Jenny rolled to one side, breaking the pin and Belly Claw with half a second to spare. Lisa didn’t look disappointed, indeed she seemed quite pleased with herself at the moment. “Celia says I should wrench your neck right now.” Lisa spoke loud enough to make sure Jenny, Celia and the first few rows could hear her. “But I KNOW your neck is a weak spot, after all, I’m the one who made it that way. I could snap it for good anytime I want and considering how much I hate you, I almost certainly will. Not yet though, Wannadream. Right now I want to give you a new reason to fear me.”
Jenny coughed a reply that Lisa ignored, she’d devoted the whole of her attention to working her gorgeous gams around Jacobs’s waist. Ankles crossed, Lisa took control of Jenny’s right ankle and cupped her other hand over the Wannadream’s chin. “Beg at your leisure, Jenny. I’m in no hurry.” Lisa squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Bodyscissors and PULLED back on her rival’s ankle and chin.
“NNNNGGGGGHH!” Jenny prized at the brunette’s legs, found no relief there and grabbed at the hand grasping her chin instead.
“What do you say, Jenny?” Craig asked the grounded grappler. “Can you get out? Or do I need to call for the bell?”
“She can get out whenever she wants, idiot.” Lisa smirked. “All she has to do is admit my superiority.” Jacobs shook her head ‘no’ as best she could, tried to tug her foot free with no real success. “Yuuuhhhh…. you make a superior cushion, Lisa.” the NorCal Sensation groaned. “That’s all I admiTAAAGGHH!”
Lisa slipped two fingers into Jenny’s mouth and jerked hard, adding a painful Fishhook to the already painful hold. “Say it, Wannadream.” Lisa demanded. “Announce my perfection before I widen your smile by several inchOOOOOWWWW!”
Jacobs turned her head the tiniest bit and CHOMPED down on Dream’s intruding digits! Forgetting all about her other holds in favor of maintaining her perfect symmetry, Lisa wrenched her hand loose, stuffed a boot against Jenny’s tush and sent her rolling with a hard shove. Chewed hand held snug against her chest, Lisa got up and backed into the ropes to catch her breath. “This overwhelming desire for extravagance will be your undoing, Lisa.” Blassenville told her patient. “Those Scissors might very well have finished her, but then you added the Fishhook, thus guaranteeing the official’s intervention, or worse, allowing Jacobs to make a snack of your fingers. Control your perfection, Lisa. Don’t let it control you.”
Dream looked over her shoulder and sneered. “Nothing controls me, Celia. NO ONE controls me.”
Lisa walked over to the blonde, still murmuring less than sweet nothings. She raised a boot to stomp Jacobs’ chest, but Jenny caught the ankle and shoved, sending The Dream tumbling to the canvas, Lisa landing on her perfect, leather-clad behind.
The Innovator rolled to all fours then pushed to her knees, but a furious Lisa was up faster and DROVE the point of her right knee into the back of Jenny’s skull, sending the face of the NoCal Sensation SLAMMING into the canvas.
“I do something wrong there?” Lisa asked her physician, but in a volume low enough she knew the good doctor can’t hear.
The Ultimate Image dropped to her knees by Jenny’s side and sank both sets of fingers into Jacobs’ golden locks. She tugged Jenny’s head back as far as she’s able and THWUMPED it into the deck with as much force as she could muster, her foe’s noggin bouncing off the mat, the crowd groaning at the sight and the widening of Lisa’s advantage.
At Jenny’s feet, The Dream folded the lower legs of the Innovator upward, scooting over them to force calves down on thighs and, with Jacob’s legs pinned beneath her, Lisa bent her body toward Jenny’s left side. She raised the blonde’s arm and snuck underneath, quickly wrapping up Jenny’s head in a Crossface to secure her Dreamy Stretch.
DREAMY STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwQQod_g_7A
Immediately Lisa got to work pulling Jenny like tanned taffy, stretching the Innovator in a fashion that Jacobs herself might find advanced if she wasn’t grunting from having her neck and abdomen shredded.
“Ask her who’s perfect!” Lisa demanded of Craig. “She won’t tell me, but I have a feeling she’ll tell you.”
Realizing this was code for Long to inquire if Jenny wants to give in, he asked dutifully and Jacobs’ grunted out a not entirely convincing ‘no’.
“Keep going. Keep it in place,” Celia indicated calmly. “Yes. Yessss.”
And the Dream did so for long seconds. Very long for Jacobs. But finally, Dream gave up her Crossface grip and again took great satisfaction in ‘throwing’ Jenny’s mug into the thinly-covered plywood, again trying to use Jacobs’ head like a basketball on a bounce pass.
A frustrated Blassenville looked to the skies. Lisa’s dark peepers were drawn to her psychiatrist and manager and the exasperation of the redhead was not lost on The Dream.
“Never lets me be me,” she muttered while pushing to her feet. The brunette beauty grabbed a wrist and tugged Jenny first to her knees and, with another hefty heave, to vertical, if on rubbery legs. The one-time World Champion sent a flashing Toe Kick to the blonde’s navel, doubling her over with a ‘gurk’.
Immediately, Lisa turned and took off for the ropes behind her. She rebounded out of the cables, bringing her right hand over in looping fashion for a signature Dreamsicle.
But before Lisa could land the blow across the back of Jenny’s braincase, the NoCal Sensation surged out of her crouch and into a sweeping kick to Lisa’s left temple that short circuited the effort and sent The Dream spinning in a wobbly, glassy-eyed pirouette.
Now it’s the flaxen-haired grappler’s turn to deliver a boot to the belly after the 360, bending the Luscious One over at the waist. Jenny doubled over the top of The Dream. She crossed the arms of her foe into a Straightjacket hold and LAUNCHED Lisa off the canvas, catching the Ultimate Image overturned, the crown of Lisa’s head pointed at the mat…and DOWN IT WENT!.
STRAIGHTJACKET PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXn19CAJlcQ
Jenny sat out and PILEDRIVED Lisa’s skull into the canvas. The Dream’s noggin popped out from between the thighs of the Innovator, Lisa slopping onto her side, cradling her head with both hands. The FAWNatics roared in response, delighted to see what a bytch karma could be for the gorgeous narcissist.
Jacobs rolled the pliant Dream to her back and covers in a Crossbody, hooking a limp leg for...
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Nothing if not perfectly stubborn, Lisa flailed her way out of the pinning predicament, rolling to her back, but stopping there for her fair share of recovery time. Next to The Dream, Jenny was taking advantage of some of her own downtime, but the Sensation was ready to rock a lot sooner than her dark-haired counterpart.
Rising to her feet, if for a moment, Jenny pulled Lisa’s left leg off the deck and wrapped it in a Scissors before dropping across the back of the Ultimate Image. With the Wannadreams cheering her on, Jacobs slipped her arms under and around those of her foe, clamping down with a Full Nelson, adding it to her STF. Jenny rolled to her back and began working Lisa like a part-time job, wrenching away on the mewling Dream.
FULL NELSON STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU-_CMQKNIM
Jenny seemed perfectly happy to work the body of the struggling brunette and left it to Long to ask if Lisa’s had enough. Before The Dream could respond, Celia shouted an emphatic ‘NO!’ Lisa managed a halting grunt that seemed to confirm.
Deciding something more decisive was in order to confirm who’s in charge, Jenny released her captured foe and tugged Lisa to her feet. She planted a Toe Kick into the ivory rim of tummy Lisa had showing to keep Dream pacified. The Innovator grabbed Lisa in a Side Headlock and set to take the Ultimate Image for a Bulldog before The Dreamy One reversed, launching Jacobs for a Side Suplex.
But Jenny had something very different in mind. Adding her own impetus to The Dream’s, Jenny back-flipped over Lisa’s shoulder, collapsing into a tuck while grabbing Lisa’s head and shoulders on the way over. The NoCal Sensation RIPPED Lisa off her feet while dropping to her spine, backstabbing the Ultimate Image with a spectacular Spivey Point Driller.
SPIVEY POINT DRILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
Dream was sent spasming into the air, if briefly, before settling to earth in a jumbled mess, blown up by the innovation of the golden-haired grappler. Jenny started to cover the waylaid Lisa when Blassenville leapt to the apron, drawing the attention of the Sensation. The doc punched some digits into her iPhone and from backstage FAWN’s naughtiest nurses appeared on the upper stage, the Sisters of Mercy looking anything but nurturing. They remain stationed there as a threat.
“Lisa must be on life support for you to being Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber out here,” Jenny informed as Blassenville dropped back to the floor. “But I’ve got news for you, Red. There’s no saving her, tonight.”
Celia appeared nonplussed by the blonde’s rancor. “Believe me, Ms. Jacobs.” she said quietly. “Of all the threats that have faced my patient throughout the years, you barely merit passing concern.”
The Innovator stalked over to the ropes, climbed onto the lowermost and leaned over the top to deliver her next message. “You’ll change your tune when those two Igors are trying to stitch that monster back together again.”
Blassenville sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger, like someone with a headache. “It’s hard to believe that you and she could have anything in common, but perhaps you’d be better served taking a page from Lisa’s therapy and focus on the ring?”
Jacobs eyed the Sisters warily, was grateful to see they hadn’t moved. “Just keep the goon squad out of my way and everything’ll be finNWOOAAAHHHRRGGGHHH!”
A vengeful hand grasped Jenny’s right shoulder and pulled her from the ropes in a single swift jerk. Cursing herself for taking eyes off the Dream for too long, Jacobs twisted around in mid-air in search of some defense only to yelp when Lisa raked her across the eyes. The cheap tactic threw the blonde off balance, loosened her knees and might’ve spilled her to the mat if the Ultimate Image hadn’t THWHUMPED a Kneelift into her tummy and backed her into the ropes. Crowding against the stunned battler, Lisa angled her forearm across Jacobs’s throat to keep her short on air while she glared daggers at Celia. “Offering advice to the enemy now, huh, Celia? How am I supposed to feel about you taking on a Wannadream as a client?”
Blassenville could feel her headache worsening, but she kept all traces of sarcasm from her reply. “You are more than enough patient to sate all my academic queries, Lisa. If you’ll notice, I kept the Wannadream distracted just long enough to let you regain your wind and on the offensive.”
Lisa thought it over, nodded, and worked her hands into Jenny’s hair, all without acknowledging the ref’s count, even though he was practically barking in her ear. “Good move, Doctor. Make another and bring the Sisters closer. I’ll need them to haul off some medical waste here shortly.”
Peeling Jenny off the ropes without waiting for a reply, the Ultimate Image backed up several steps, dropped a shoulder and slung her to the far side with an Irish--never mind. Lisa dug in her heels, pulled the blonde back toward her and whipped around just in time to THWHAP her right boot into Jenny’s tummy in a gut-churning Kick. The Girl of 8,675,309 Holds dropped to one knee, reducing herself to little more than a perfect target as Lisa did another sharp turn and ran the ropes on her prey’s left. No avoiding the brain freeze this time, Lisa wound up like a woman tossing a softball and brought her right forearm THWHAPPING down across the base of Jacobs’s neck.
DREAMSICLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz6UOy7L21Q
Jenny hit the mat like she’d been poleaxed, somehow struggled to all fours, then crawled a few feet before puddling out flat again. Delighted by this decisive show from the mercurial brunette, Celia clapped her hands and called, “PERFECT, LISA! HOOK THE LEG AND FINISH HER OFF!” Already thinking similar thoughts, the Dream sidled up beside her blonde, planted both hands atop her chest and nodded along through…
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Jenny didn’t kick out, at least not at that particular instant. No, the count ended a heartbeat shy of its goal because the Personification of Perfection grabbed Jacobs by the hair and yanked her head off the mat!
The FAWNatics jeered as loud as they could, Celia on the other hand was wide-eyed with astonishment. “What were you thinking?” she whispered. “You HAD her.”
As if she’d caught the drift of the doctor’s thoughts, Lisa turned to Blassenville and said, “She’s DONE, Celia. But this fight’s not OVER until this pathetic little Wannadream has her equally pathetic ass roasted by the searing sounds of a Bittersweet Symphony.” Celia didn’t answer which was probably for the best because Lisa’d already dismissed her in dragging the discombobulated Innovator to her knees. “Did you really think I’d let you leave this ring without hearing my favorite song?” Dream forced Jacobs’s head between her thighs, reached down with both hands and delivered a double swat just to make sure the instrument was in tune. “Sounds good. But lets check out the high end.” She hooked her fingers into Jenny’s indigo briefs and YAAAAAAAAAAANKED them up in a wedgie so merciless it hoisted the Californian from her knees to her feet.
“Impressive, you’re ALMOST at perfect pitch.” Lisa smirked when she released the newly-minted thong. “You just might experience the softest echo of my perfectiUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Jenny snatched Lisa’s gams just below the knees and swept them out from underneath in a Double Leg Takedown. Far too angry to worry about things like official repercussions, Jacobs stretched her opponent’s stems into a wide ‘V’ and THUMPED her right foot into the brunette’s crotch. Lisa sat up like she’d been struck by lightning, but she didn’t make a sound. The pain was simply too big to escape her throat at the moment.
Normally Celia would’ve been right there taking up the protest for her patient, but at the moment she simply didn’t have it in her. There would’ve been no point, either way. The Low Blow was tawdry, but hardly a match ending offense, especially in the wake of the wedgie. And so she simply remained silent while Jenny angled Dream’s right ankle across the pit of her left knee. Then she folded the left leg over, pulled it off the mat and slipped her left hand through the center of the ‘4’ to secure a tight clasp over the Dream‘s quivering thigh. Still hunched over following that scalding wedgie, Jenny pushed up on tiptoes, rolled Lisa onto her belly and planted the point of her right knee flush in the small of her foe’s back.
JACOBS LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvNEx-_gBmk
Leeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaning back to the limits of balance, Jenny flipped hair out of her face and looked over one shoulder. Blue eyes flashing, she snapped, “TAP THAT MAT, BRAT! NO, BEG FOR MERCY! NO, HOW ABOUT BOTH AT THE SAME TIME?” The vindictive Innovator bounced her knee on Dream’s straining vertebrae, putting even more pressure on the Ladder.
Not entirely sure how things had gone so wrong, so fast, Lisa waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’ to keep Craig Long out of her line of sight for a few precious seconds. With the ref temporarily placated, the Dream looked around until she located the Sisters of Mercy flanking Celia near the foot of the ramp. Sighing with relief in spite of the gawdawful angle of her spine, Lisa extended her arm and beckoned for assistance. Nurses Hurt and Manners took a single step forward… then stopped when Blassenville laid a hand on their shoulders.
“Whaa…. what’re you DOOOOOOOOOIIINNNNG?” Lisa squealed. “GET IN HEEEEEEERE!”
Celia stepped in front of her medical staff. “You don’t need our help, Lisa. You’re perfect.”
Only vaguely aware that Lisa was speaking (ok, wailing) to someone that wasn’t her, Jacobs eased up a little, slid back a little, then settled back down, her right knee wedged against the nape of Lisa’s neck. “COST ME A YEAR, LISA!” the NoCal Sensation roared. “DON’T THINK I WON’T BREAK YOU IN HALF!”
Returned to the grim reality of her situation by another heartless pull, Lisa plunged both hands into her hair in hopes of resisting the Wannadream’s savage attack. “Yuuuuuhhhhh….. YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS!” Dream shrieked at the traitorous trio watching her suffer. “NO ONE CROSSES ME AND AAAAAAAAAWWWWWW GAAAAAHHHHHHD! STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP! STAAAAAAAAAHP! I GIVE!”
Jacobs pulled back that much harder, putting the soles of Lisa’s shoes that much closer to the back of her head while she tapped the mat in fast forward. The bell sounded and Dream kept right on tapping, but Jenny made no effort to relax the Ladder. She meant to erase everyone’s memory of her surrendering to the Whispering Scream, and if that meant snapping the spine of an egomaniac, then so f*cking be it. CRRRAAAAAANKING back even farther, Jenny nodded in savage satisfaction when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… JENNY JACOBS!”
“C’mon on Jenny, let her go. You’re better than this!” Craig Long swatted at her shoulder, then tugged at her elbow to make the Innovator break her grip. “Break it now, Jenny. Don’t make me reverse my decision.”
Jacobs shot him a disgusted look, powered back on the Ladder one more before tossing Lisa’s legs aside. “Don’t bother.” she snapped when the ref tried to raise her hand. “Just deal with the loser.” Free of both irritants for the moment, Jenny hoisted the Double J’s overhead and strolled around the squared circle. “Hear how loud she screamed?” the blonde told a cameraman filming from the apron. “Get used to that. Gonna be a lot of punks screaming here real soon.” She made as if to climb the nearest corner, but pulled pack as if she’d remembered something. “Reminds me, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Crane. You laid me out the last time we were in a ring together. That’s not gonna stand for much longer. Neither are you.”
Once the message was delivered she continued to the next corner and saluted the Jacobites, who returned her energy a hundredfold. But then the pitch of their adulation took on such a warning tone it made the hairs on the back of Jacobs’s neck stand up. Hands knotted into tight little fists, the NoCal Sensation hopped down from ropes and found Celia Blassenville in the ring.
But Celia wasn’t even looking at Jenny. She had hold of Lisa’s left hand and sloooooowly pulled the suffering brunette to her feet. “How are you, Lisa?” Blassenville asked. “Do I need to call Nurses Hurt and Man--”
Lisa lashed out, twisting the good doctor’s head to one side with an echoing Bytch Slap. “WHAT YOU NEED TO DO IS GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BEG MY FORGIVENESS!” the Dream bellowed in her ear. “DON’T THINK I DIDN’T SEE YOU THREE MISERABLE WANNADREAMS JUST STANDING THERE WATCHING WHILE THAT BLONDE BYTCH TRIED TO SNAP ME IN--”
Celia jabbed Lisa with her shoulder, rocking the smaller woman back on her heels. In the next instant Blassenville hopped off her left foot and THWHACKED the right into Lisa’s chin! The Bicycle Kick caught Lisa flush and knocked her flat, the former World Champ landing on her back with both legs up like someone who’d eaten a remarkably nasty Powerbomb.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySnLmICxhDA
As stunned as the rest of the FAWNatics, Jenny sank into a crouch in case the Temptress’s wrath fell on her, but when Celia looked her way she only said, “Would you be so kind as to excuse me, Ms. Jacobs? I need a moment with my patient. Rest assured the Sisters aren’t here for you.”
Jenny was hesitant to cede the ring after such a hard fought win, but attempting to stand against the fed’s resident mad doctor AND her pair of nefarious nurses was too risky even for her. Dipping her head ever so slightly, Jenny murmured, “Up her dosage, doc.” With that she slipped out of the ring and made her way up the aisle. True to Blassenville’s word, Deborah and Kristin didn’t spare her so much as a glance.
“You could’ve been my perfect weapon.” Celia murmured to the glassy-eyed Dream. “You were SO CLOSE on so many different occasions. But your ego… your delusions… I’m afraid I underestimated the strength of your imperfections.”
Lisa groaned and sat up, albeit barely. “Wuuuhhh…. watch your mouth… Wannadream. Imperfections are for lesser ERRRRRGGGGHH!”
Celia clamped a hand over Lisa’s face and jerked her to verticality, Iron Claw-style. Switching control from head to hand, she slipped Lisa’s left arm between the Dream’s own thighs and quickly hooked her left arm over Lisa’s right bicep to complete the Pumphandle. Pretty face set in a disappointed frown, Blassenville flipped her patient up onto her right shoulder, cinched both arms around brunette waist and promptly dropped to her tush to THWHONK the crown of Lisa’s skull into the mat courtesy of the Head Game. Dream went rigid as a tent peg on contact, but she was the consistency of overdone pasta by the time Celia shoved her away.
HEAD GAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7ypoMlXkTE
Rolling to one knee, the Clinical Killer adjusted the edges of her skirt, then turned to the Sisters of Mercy. “Get her out of my sight.” she told Manners and Hurt. “Any way you see fit. You’ve earned it, as far as I’m concerned.”
The Sisters of Mercy turned gleeful in their march to the ring. Nurses Kristin and Deborah reached the squared circle but only Hurt immediately entered. Manners walked to Dream’s corner and pulled up the apron. She soon emerged with a ragged, dirty but apparently functional straightjacket and, with it, the Sister slid into the ring, hopping to her feet.
Deborah moved to the unconscious Lisa and struggled to get the perfectly dispatched bundle to her feet. She finished behind the Ultimate Image, arms hooked under those of Lisa to keep the veteran upright. Celia moved nose to nose with her patient.
“Wake up, Lisa,” Blassenville whispered, gaining no response. “I said WAKE UP!”
The redhead slapped the taste from Lisa’s mouth but also instilled a modicum of consciousness back into her patient’s gray matter. Lisa groaned, her head bobbling.
“Wuhhh.”
The good doctor grabbed The Dream’s chin with her right hand and forced Lisa’s still glazed eyes to her focused peepers,
“Hello Lisa. I wanted to make sure you know I will remain your psychiatrist. That hasn’t changed. So don’t worry your pretty, perfect head.”
Celia retreated a step or two to leave room for Nurse Kristin. Nurse Deborah held out Lisa’s limp left arm and together the Sisters forced it through the raised left sleeve of the straightjacket. They did likewise with the opposite arm and sleeve.
“But as your doctor I’ve decided your dementia is far too serious for anything but committing you to a…mmmm…rest facility.”
Celia nodded to her nursing staff. Kristin grabbed hold of the straps at the end of Lisa’s sleeves and crossed them, forcing The Dream’s arms to do the same. She handed the straps to Deborah who pulled them tightly behind before starting the process of slipping them through the buckles.
“There you can get the quiet time you so desperately need. Granted, I will be too busy with my duties here to see you, but the staff at Shady Acres will provide you with three squares of liquid diet, a pot for your defecation and urination, and all of the hours of self-reflection you need to turn your life around. I confidently predict you’ll be ready to rejoin society in no less than five years.”
The last few words seem to act as a stimulant to Lisa and she started to struggle in her bonds.
“You can’t do this to me! I’m Lisa F*cking Dream!”
The Ultimate Image’s flails strengthened making Nurse Deborah’s job more difficult. Celia motioned to Nurse Kristin who delivered an Uppercut to The Dream’s chin that snapped the brunette’s head back and “lessens” her efforts. Behind Lisa, Hurt tightened the jacket with each loop until the final set of knots was tied. Satisfied, Doctor Blassenville tapped Lisa’s cheek.
“I CAN do it and, as a matter of fact, I have some of my friends from Shady Acres to help you find your way to the facility.”
On cue, two gruff men clad in loose fitting white jackets and pants with white tennis shoes, wheeled a dolly toward the ring. The nurses turned Lisa to face her new besties, eliciting another burst of adrenaline from Lisa. She struggled against her jacket but her torso was trussed. The Ultimate Image managed to twist her head wildly, screaming bloody murder as she kicked her legs at Celia and Kristin.
“I’M LISA DREAM! I’M LISA DREAM!”
Doctor Blassenville turned to Nurse Kristin and nodded again. Clearly excited to have the doc’s petulant patient discharged from her care, Manners grabbed a handful of dark tresses and yanked Lisa to the middle of the ring, Deborah adding a shove before moving to a corner and heading up.
While Hurt climbed, her fellow Sister dipped, scooped, and lifted the bound Lisa onto her right shoulder and turned to face Deborah. Another nod from Celia sent Hurt into motion and she leapt to the suspended Dream, grabbing her braincase as she fell. In synchronicity, Blassenville’s nursing staff ‘euthanized’ Lisa with their tandem finisher, SPIKING her skull into the canvas.
EUTHANIZER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUmmVLJmBmw
Every ounce of sense and fight instantly driven from The Dream, Lisa rolled to her back, sedated for the long trip to Shady Acres. Each of the Sisters grabbed an ankle and dragged the insensate Image to the ring’s edge where they dropped the limbs and let the burly attendants slide Lisa the rest of the way out. There, they placed and secured the demolished Dream in their dolly for the exit from the arena.
Wheeling Lisa up the aisle and ramp, the Sisters started a ‘nah nah nah nah’ chant and the FAWNatics, wistful but at the same time celebratory, provided their ‘hey hey…good bye’s to a former FAWN World Champion. Kristin and Deborah added mirthful waves while Blassenville’s cold silence reminded all of FAWN just how cutthroat the psychiatrist could be.
Lisa, her chin to her chest, ‘euthanized’ into next week, didn’t hear the final serenade. She disappeared into memories as she’s trundled through the curtains on the way to her double-locked rubber room at Shady Acres.