The Lightweight Classic Match 4: Morgan Frey vs Dawn Wilder

[PrinceArjuna332]

Just as expected, Dawn managed to kick out after two. It was still early in this match, after all. Grunting, Morgan would rise up, holding onto Dawn's head to pull her back up as well. She would make sure to stand behind her opponent after rising back up on her feet. Then, she would get Dawn's left leg between her legs as she would move herself under her armpit, looking to put her into an abdominal stretch position.

If she managed to get her opponent in position, Morgan would begin wrenching her opponent's abdominal area, looking to weaken her with the move. She knew that this move, while not match-ending, could affect the outcome of a match. If she managed to weaken her opponent with this hold, then she would have a much greater chance to win this match.

Abdominal Stretch

[SwordSavior1]

With the pin broke the match raged on, but Dawn's heart was still racing after that close call."(Relax yourself Dawn...)" Her thoughts trying to qwell any emotional distress. In the meantime, she rolled to a knee and was just about to escape from danger only to be caught by Morgan's grip. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." Flinching as a result of her hair being unintentionally tangled. Her legs and arms were locked together allowing for the Abdominal stretch to sink in.

Not being a flexible cephalopod made this submission difficult to bear for her torso. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Gritting her teeth and fists clinched, desperately resisting the urge to give in immediately, even if she couldn't perform any retaliation for the timebeing.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Holding Dawn in the abdominal stretch, Morgan would put more pressure into it, looking to weaken her opponent by targeting her abdominal area. Hearing the cries of pain from her opponent, Morgan was certain that the hold was quite effective, and she would keep wrenching at her opponent's body while trapping her in the hold.

"Wil you submit to me?"

Morgan asked Dawn, her voice soft yet resolute. Dawn was looking to get Morgan's voice out earlier, and now she got her wish, though from the look of it, she might not be in the state where she could appreciate it.

[SwordSavior1]

"Urhhhhhhh..." She continued to whine because of the tight submission. From her upper shoulder down to the secured leg, a majority of Dawn's body was under immense tension as the abdominal stretch intended. She had far from enough to strength to merely power out of this hold or throw a strike against Morgan.

Even more striking was her captor's voice. It perfectly matched her image of the young woman, graceful and assertive at the same time. She assumed her opponent just didn't like talking until it was really necessary. Dawn wasn't in the condition to respond to this new element sadly. Hoping that Morgan wouldn't notice, she tried lifting the purplette's thigh and pull it forward so her own leg was no longer trapped. If this worked, Dawn's arm would still be hooked underneath her opponent's armpit so she would try to hurl Morgan past with a hiptoss.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Still keeping Dawn trapped in the abdominal stretch, Morgan had asked her whether she wanted to submit or not. But it looked like it was still too early for that. Even so, Morgan decided to keep maintaining the hold in order to weaken her, thus giving her an upper hand over her opponent later down the line. She needed every advantage that she could get, and this would give her more advantage.

But then, Dawn seemed to have had enough of the submission hold, and without Morgan's notice, she managed to lift her thigh. When Morgan finally realized it, it was already too late as her opponent went to throw her over with a hip toss. Morgan's eyes widened as she was hoisted up, and she cried out as she hit the mat.

"AAHH!!"

Morgan grimaced as she hit the canvas. It was so sudden that she was unable to react to it. This left her in a rather precarious position, and Morgan had no other choice but to brace herself for what might come next.

[SwordSavior1]

Dawn was far from the state of admitting surrender, but her body might throw in the towel if she didn't think of a counterattack fast enough. Like a chameleon using camouflage, she was able to lift a thigh without Morgan noticing, significantly reducing leverage in the hold. What followed was Dawn turning her opponent's world upside down with a single one armed throw.

Speaker or not, this was one foe the moonchild would take seriously. After a brief body massage as coping mechanism from the abdominal stretch, she had her sights on the purplette, needing to capitalise on her downed state immediately. Dawn laid besides to form a brief cartwheel to help increase momentum for a somersault manoeuvre. Flipping in the air 180 degrees, she hoped to make contact with Morgan's body with a senton.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Being flipped over by her opponent wasn't the most pleasant sensation, and Morgan was still on the mat, reeling after being hip tossed by Dawn. As she struggled to recover and regain her bearing, she saw that her opponent was trying to go for something. She grunted, as if trying to command her body to move. She could barely move her body, but she wasn't quick enough as she took the senton from Dawn.

"UAGHH!!"

Morgan cried out as she took the hit. She then ended up wheezing, trying to shove Dawn off of her so that she could restore her breathing. Her mind was also in disarray thanks to the move, making her more vulnerable than usual.

[SwordSavior1]

Dawn's attack may be considered cruel and aggressive, but so was nature itself sadly. Only in a dire situation where the blonde was near edge of defeat she could hear her foe's voice, meaning it was a call to be avoided. She seemed to be performing adequately as evident by the hiptoss followed by the senton, but her opponent's resolve persisted due to having the strength to shove Dawn away.

Rolling to a kneeling position temporarily, she crawled towards Morgan's prone body to suddenly grasp her neck, attempting to pull them both back to a standing position, no matter how unsteady the purplette became. Exerting a little bit of strength, she tried shoving Morgan towards the nearest corner for a turnbuckle collision. She wouldn't leave her opponent waiting for long as Dawn sprinted in pursuit, hoping to crush the fellow wrestler further with a little body splash.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Still wheezing from the senton, Morgan was having trouble recovering, and this allowed Dawn to close in once more after being shoved off, and she grabbed Morgan by her neck before she was forcefully pulled back up by her opponent. Unsteady on her feet, the quiet purplette was then shoved towards the nearest corner, and she could only manage to turn around so that her back would hit the turnbuckle. "Nghh!!" She winced from the collision.

She knew that Dawn would probably try to follow it up with a body splash, and sure enough, she saw Dawn charging towards her, looking to sandwich her body between her own and the turnbuckle. Knowing that she had to avoid taking more damage from her opponent, Morgan would try to yank herself to the side, hoping to move away from Dawn by moving to the side, hopefully getting her to run chest-first into the turnbuckle instead.

[SwordSavior1]

Dawn plotted to take the match where the ropes were, hoping to swing across those ropes like the monkey she was. The corner toss lead to convenient results as it could be easier to meddle with Morgan's legs or neck when they are facing each other. Her opponent seemingly stunned by the sequence of moves including the turnbuckle collision, Dawn sprinted towards her target. The size difference and built up momentum meant this was going to hurt one way or another.

This move proved to be a bit too predictable for her own good. Since the setup wasn't taxing to Morgan compared to other moves, the purplette was evade her opponent's charge. As a result, the animal love would collide into the turnbuckle as the other lightweight desired. "AHHHHH!" Her sunk-in chest felt as if it was on fire. Still standing and pushed back by the failed bodysplash, Dawn could only crouch and cross her arms around the wound area, while Morgan lurked closeby.