The Dominion vs. S+M - Foolish Pride

[BlackAkuma]

While Morrigan was by no reasonable definition as light woman, she wouldn’t go so far as to call herself fat, either. She had a lot of muscle covered under thick curves, a robust frame with a good deal of weight behind it. That weight had served her well on many occasions, had allowed her to slug it out with some of the most brutal bar bastards that Ireland had to offer.

It was that weight that she dropped hard on Jacob’s chest, flattening with him aplomb. She rolled off after the impact, took a look over her shoulders, and was satisfied with the results thus far - the boy wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Her toy to play with, and she had so many ideas. ”Up and at ‘em, guvna.”

The Morrigan reached down and snagged a handful of Jacob’s lovely locks, pulling him up by his hair and forcing him to stand. As soon as he was upright, she stepped back, swung her arm fast, and whipped him in th chest with a viscous chop, trying to knock him towards one of the neutral corners.

[Teenwrestler]

This wasn't good. The plan was well...no going according to plan now that the powerhouse Morrigan had been tagged in. Trent would look on from the entrance ramp with a angered look on his face while Morrigan would wreak havoc in the ring against Derek and Jacob. He clenched his fists, thinking about heading down towards the ring or go ringside to perhaps be the equalizer but stopped, he figured this would be a good test for those two to handle business for themselves or perhaps he didn't want to deal with this problem at this moment.

Regardless, Morrigan would flatten Jacob down as the male wrestler howled in pain while down on the ring canvas. The female powerhouse would reach down to grab his hair and pull him back up to his feet and then smack him with one of the hardest hitting chops he had ever been hit with. "AHHHHHH GOD....SHIT" he cried out, covering his now reddened chest while he was forced into the corner.

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan was reaching a point where she preferred chops over whips, and that was no mild statement - she was a woman who loved her whips. But there was something undeniably powerful about laying into human flesh with her own hand, a personal touch that tickled her to the core. She struck her foe’s body and was gifted with the most delicious feedback

The noise Jacob made was wondrous, too. High-pitched. Good tenor. She'd bet anything he had a great singing voice.

As he reeled back, Morrigan moved after him with a long stride and threw her body into his, pinning him against the turnbuckle. Her thigh slid across his lap, her chest flowed over his pecs, and their foreheads pressed against each other as she threatened to overwhelmed him. ”Easy, easy, pup.” She snickered and blew hot breath over his face. ”Way too soon for you to be calling out to God, isn’t it?”

The Morrigan backed off before he could answer, seizing his wrist as she went. She twisted about, pulled him through, and attempted to send him running off with an Irish Whip from an Irishwoman, hurling him across the ring with the powerful throw.

[Teenwrestler]

The powerhouse in the ring took control of the boys, after knocking Jacob down she would reach down to pull his hair and drag him back up to his feet before unleashing a hard hitting chop which sent him staggering back into the corner. Jacob rubbed his chest and howled in pain while Derek looked on, not looking to tag back in but being the junior member of the group he really had no choice. He was just glad that he was not in the ring at the moment. Trent looked on, visibly frustrated while Morrigan would press herself against Jacob.

Jacob would lean back a bit as the tall woman towered over him before she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the corner and sent him across the ring to the opposite ring corner. Jacob was whipped across the ring as his back hit the turnbuckle again but this time the force of the impact caused him to fall face first to the mats after colliding against the turnbuckle. "Owwww" he cried as he tried to cut her momentum by attempting to roll out of the ring and fall to the outside of the ring.

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan took off running after her prey soon after she released the Irish Whip, rushing across the ring at a furious pace. This was easily turning into one of her favorite matches in an admittedly short wrestling career - she didn't often get a chance to go wild like this, Sabine was always trying to reign her in. Here, if felt like everything was on the table, and she was eager to show the world what she could do.

Or she was, at least, until her opponent ducked out of the ring to the outside, looking to catch a break. The Morrigan came to a stumbling stop and glared his way. ”You fucking shitting me?”

It was going to take a lot of work, not even close.

With a huff, Morrigan gripped the top rope, pulled herself over, and vaunted out on the apron with a single bound. She landed hard, took aim, then came running off the edge at full speed, flying towards him with a knee extended, aiming straight for his face.

[Teenwrestler]

The strong woman was picking up steam and gaining momentum. If Jacob wasn't able to slow her down than that would have been it for the Dominion. If he couldn't find a way to counter to break her momentum than he would have to slow the pace of the match or frustrate the Morrigan. So, as soon as he hit the turnbuckle he would fall to the mat and quickly roll out of the ring. He had a big grin on his face as he had his back turned to the ring and faced the crowd, wagging his finger towards them as if to tell them "not today" while they showered him with boos all around.

Meanwhile, his opponent was less than impressed with his strategy as she glared towards his direction and let out some choice words before moving towards the ropes closest towards him. Having worked up the crowd, Jacob would soon turned around to face the ring while at the same time Morrigan had already vaulted over the top rope and landed on the ring ring apron and was running towards him at full speed.

She jumped off the ring apron and smashed his face with a running knee strike. Jacob cried out loudly in pain as he fell backwards and onto the floor- seemingly almost knocked out by that knee strike!

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan was a big, hulking, wrecking ball of a dominatrix. While she wasn’t exactly known for her speed, she could get some good momentum going when she could be arsed to, and when she did, she tended just to roll over her opponents like bowling pins.

Jacob was the latest proof of that, as she went flying and damn near knocked his head out with her knee, sending him ass-over-teakettle as he rolled to the floor. She rolled out of it, popped to her feet, and spun about to see the fruits of her labors - her opponent sprawled out, looking at the ceiling, hating life.

Poor sod. Wasn’t about to get any better.

”And you know what’s the sad thing, mate?” The Morrigan reached down, grabbed Jacob by the hair, and forced him to sit up. She pushed his back against the steel steps, ensuring he didn’t go anywhere. ”I could’ve been giving you a blowjob right now, but you fuckers had to go and change the rules.” She stepped back and raised her fists. ”Some motherfucker’s just gotta skate uphill, I guess.”

She proceeded to prove her point by stepping back, then launching herself forward and swing her leg for a stiff roundhouse kick to Jacob’s chest, hammering him up against the unforgiving metal.