Battle in Black and White: Blanco Sombra vs. The Morrigan

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco held down the ropes to help Holly out of the ring, the British Bombshell trying not to trip in her heels and the little red dress she was poured into. She then helped her battered and exhausted man make it down the steel steps to the ringside area. Blano wasn’t one of those wrestlers who milked the moment or tried to rub it in to a defeated foe. Morrigan certainly felt miserable enough at the moment, he figured.

On their way to the ramp, Blanco and Holly high-fived some fans, paused for selfies, all smiles and pleasantries for the fans who had supported the luchador through the match. However, even if Blanco had considered his business with Morrigan concluded, it appeared that she and Sabine didn’t …

“Oi now, what’s your problem?” Holly asked, spinning around as Morrigan pounded the mat. Her posh accent slipping into something a little rougher for a moment, Holly glared up at the ring. Blanco placed an arm across Holly’s upper chest, knowing full well how the posh, pretty Brit could get when she took offense. The fans went quiet, not sure what was about to happen, but anticipating more action.

“You’re looking for a tag match?” Blanco asked, trying to make sure that he understood. He cast a quick look at Holly, wondering how much the British Bombshell had told to Sabine while the two women were at ringside. He had noticed that they’d been on the same side of the ring for most of the match, but it hadn’t led to Holly catching a beating on the outside, so he’d paid it no mind.

“We’ll take you on!” Holly shouted back, drawing cheers from the fans. “Blanco put your girl on her back for the three count, I have no doubt the two of us can beat you again! So let’s do this!” Blanco patted Holly’s shoulders, pulling her back slightly, but nodding in agreement. The fans cheered at the prospect of another match.

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan wasn’t the type to let anyone step to her without some backtalk, least of some snotty Brit in an undersized dress. She wouldn’t have taken that back home, and she definitely wasn’t going to take it in front of millions of people. ”Yeah, I got a problem, and it’s about to be your problem, you little tart!” She bristled and stepped forward, and it was only Sabine’s weary arm that kept her from charging down the ramp. ”Your man lucked out! I had him, I fucking had him, and the next time-”

”Easy, easy.” Sabine turned about and placed both hands on Morrigan’s chest, pushing her back with more force and meeting her eye to eye. She said nothing, but the wild flicker across her face told the story - this was all part of the plan, and she needed her partner to play along. Patience was required.

Once Morrigan was calmed to a reasonable level, she turned back to Holly and nodded. ”Wundebar.” She tipped her hat their way. ”We’ll meet in a week, more than adequate for all parties to recover. Leave the preparations to me.”

”And bring your A-game, champ.” The Morrigan bucked Holly’s way and turned her nose up at her. ”Gonna put that big mouth of yours to good use.”

”No doubt.” Sabine patted her partner on the shoulder and wiggled her fingers for a frilly wave at their future opponents. ”Gentleman. Lady. Take care of yourselves. I look forward to meeting you in the ring. I’m sure you’ll find it a most stimulating experience.”