Hardcore Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Lax rules apply. No Count-Outs, or DQ. Rope Breaks still apply.
After the... Rather explosive debut for TORA in THE House, she would see herself booked once more. Reading up on the stipulation made her grin, as she had no idea otherwise about her opponent for tonight, but this? This match is her thing!
Folding up the folding metal stool she had been sitting on after slipping on her elbow pads and shin guards, she then walked out of the locker room and into the gorilla position, anticipating her music that will hit soon. Spoiler
By the time the lyrics hit on the 26th second of the song, TORA walks out into the stage, raising a fist to mixed reception whilst setting her seat next to her, before walking out in stride along the ramp, approaching at ringside. Sliding her weapon under the ropes whilst vaulting over it in a surprising display of agility, she then picked it up once more before heading into her corner, setting up the piece of furniture before sitting down promptly, crossing her arms and leaning back against the turnbuckle pad as she would anticipate her opponent coming out next. Appearance
Morgan smirked as she slurped on a slushie while watching the entrance of her opponent backstage. Sat on a bench she had her feet propped up on a ominous black duffel bag with a black and white gibson electric guitar next to her while she watched. "Hehe this outta be fun." She said to herself with a unhinged smile on her face as she thought about the match ahead, her favorite type of match. Hardcore af meaning she could cut loose. After her disappointingly easy debut she was looking forward for the chance to cut loose.
"Well guess its time to show this lot what hardcore is all about." She said to herself as she stood up off the bench and threw the half finished slushie she was drinking over her shoulder uncaringly. Grabbing the guitar at her side and resting it over her shoulder the white haired girl also grabbed the bag and hefted it up before marching towards the entrance ramp. Without waiting for her cue the living dead girl would walk out onto the entrance ramp with her music just barely turning on before she made it out. Spoiler
Standing and smirking at the crowd Morgan would turn to the side so her hand holding the guitar was fully visible... just so she can extend her middle finger flipping the bird not only to the crowd but her opponent as well! Receiving a chorus of boos mixed with some cheers Morgan stuck her tongue out uncaringly as she practically skipped her way down to the ring. Wearing her black tights with bones on the legs, black top with jagged red lines and black jacket Morgan looked the part for the match type she had so gleefully walked into. Spoiler
Reaching the ring side Morgan let her guitar and duffel bag on the outside before grabbing the middle rope and hauling herself up before sliding her way into the ring. Standing herself up the moment she was Morgan would climb the corner and throw her arm out, one hand flipping the bird and the other giving devil rock horns as she posed for the crowd to a thoroughly mixed response. Hopping down from the corner Morgan grabbed what she had dropped and turned to face her opponent with a smirk.
"Oi ya sure yer a lightweight biggun?" She asked sarcastically towards the woman who towered over her by more than half a foot. But even so she didn't let it wipe the smirk from her face. "All well. Don't matter either way I suppose. Imma knock you're bloody head in which reminds me..." While saying this she lifted the duffel up.
"You a fan of that terrible movie hunger games? If so..." As she said this the english girl would throw the bag forward which was apparently open so when it landed in the middle of the ring several items spilled out. Namely a baseball bat, the end of a chain, a bag of thumbtacks, the handle of a kendo stick could also be seen along with who knows what else Morgan had managed to pillage from the supply closet before hand. "Consider that our cornucopia."
Saying that with a manic grin Morgan swung the guitar she came in with once in her hand before letting it rest against the ropes next to her as she stripped off her jacket and tossed it outside the ring. "We're gonna have a bloody good time!" Finishing her statement with a pun Morgan requipped the guitar, holding it with both hands as she eyed the weapon her opponent had also brought into the ring. 'Fuck yeah.' She thought to herself while bouncing on her heels waiting eagerly for the bell to ring and start the match.
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TORA spent a chunk of her patience in anticipation of her opponent, keeping her arms crossed and a foot lightly tapping the canvas as she lay seated. The lanky and limber girl laid her eyes on the entrance ramp, just preparing whilst also trying to get a good look at who her would-be opponent be.
As Morgan started heading over to the ring, taking her sweet sweet time on the ramp, TORA can't feel but tremble in excitement. In her mind though she was confused on how short her opponent was going to be, till she remembered that she was an exception among other lightweights for her lengthy frame. She can't help but dig her appearance either, and makes a mental note for inspiration when she gets some proper attire.
When her opponent went over to her respective corner and commented on her height, she couldn't help but grin at the fact that she had an advantage, as little as it can be due to the lax rules allowing for weapons, which makes for a very good equalizer, no matter the alignment or size! She then quirked a brow at the movie reference, tilting her head with a nod before that confusion over what she was referring to dissipated once Morgan set up the assorted goodies in the middle of the ring, her eyes glimmering in surprise as she jumped out her seat. Now she's on!
"Morgan! Let's break Muta Scale for this match!"
She would say as she would grab hold of her folding stool, smacking it against the canvas before raising it up, waiting for the bell to ring and the referee's declaration for the fight to commence!
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Morgan was someone that lived to raise the stakes. Doing something extreme or dangerous wasn't ever enough, no she had to make it EXTRA dangerous and EXTRA extreme, so naturally that ideology of hers carried over to matches such as this centered around being as bloody and violent as possible to get a win... something she more than enjoyed and took too. As shown by her bringing a whole arsenal with her for both herself and TORA to use.
Naturally this type of personality was.. polarizing to say the least, but it never dampened the intensity she brought, in fact when her excess personality was reciprocated well... "HELL FUCKING YEAH!" She screamed out at TORA's challenge to break the muta scale. 'My type of person!' Morgan thought to herself blood thirstily as she raised the guitar up perpendicular to the mat, as if it were an actual battle axe as if in answer to TORA raising her folding stool up and brandishing it as a weapon.
"Lets tear the house fucking down!" She yelled making a pun out of TORA's name as she charged forward the moment the bell rang. Jumping over the bag of weapon she had dropped Morgan swung the guitar over her head aimed for TORA's head!
Right as the bell rang, TORA rushes over to face her opponent, raising her weapon in kind like a samurai dead set on making a kill. She was however, momentarily stopped in the form of Morgan rushing over to meet her quicker and getting smacked in the head square on with the guitar! If there was a certain announcer that would've seen this, he would have cried "EL KABONG!" at the sight!
Stumbling back into the ropes, woozy from the swing to the head, she then pushed herself against the ropes, before leaping forward, swinging her weapon in a wild overhead arc that was fast, but largely telegraphed as the girl used the momentum from the ropes to put much more force into her attack, stacking it with a loud battle cry that wouldn't be too out of place in a delinquent movie.
Morgan was in the zone right now, this was her type of match, her favorite type of opponent and most of all the people cheering were her type of people! She was loving every single moment of the match despite it just starting, and her smacking her guitar into TORA's face to start it off was like icing on top of the cake.
Grinning as she watched the taller girl stumble back from the blow Morgan wasn't disappointed in the slightest as the woman pushed off the ropes right back at her! "Haha nice!" Morgan shouted as she lifted her guitar up to block the attack from her opponent, knowing she wouldn't have the time to dodge.
However her opponent's strength was nothing to scoff at. Even if she had lifted the guitar up that didn't mean she was getting off scott free. Despite the block TORA's strike was too much for Morgan's arms to withstand and they soon gave out, the neck of Morgan's guitar being pushed backwards smacking into her face! "Gah!" Gasping in pain from the blow Morgan stumbled back.. only to spin herself back around to face Morgan again with a manic grin. "Fuck yeah!!!" She yelled out as she sprinted forward, swinging her guitar around from the side to smack it into her opponent's ribs!
As TORA overcommitted to the swing, she fell over, flat on her face. Standing up, she then grabbed hold of her folding stool with one hand... Only to see Morgan grinning wildly like a maniac, as she yelled at her, ready to charge with a dashing attack! Strangely enough, TORA didn't seem to attempt blocking at all, only squatting down and placing herself into the Horse stance, arms by her side as she attempted to tank the swing to her ribs!
The force sent the girl stumbling back too the ropes once more, attempting to regain her balance as she grabbed hold of one, catching her breath as the strike left her a little winded. Inching over to the side, she then plots her next move, circling around her opponent to do so, stepping over to directly behind the circle of weapons as she did so.
Morgan had truly found a kindred spirit in TORA. Namely due to the twos shared love for violence and brutality, especially without any hard feelings for the other. Or at least MOrgan hoped thats how TORA would feel given the brutal strike Morgan had managed to land with heer guitar. Sending the dark haired woman back the white haired girl would smirk wildly as she saw the other woman managed to stay on her feet, even if barely by the usage of the ropes.
But that wasn't a major worry for Morgan. After all the match had only just begun, and in a way she was glad TORA was still standing. It just meant she could enjoy making her fall. Circling her opponent and keeping a sharp eye as she did so the zombie girl took note of how the woman was trying to stick behind the bag of weapons. Smirking at this Morgan would stick her tongue out. "Oi love, wanna change our choice of... equipment up?" She asked as she threw the guitar to the side and gestured to the bag. "Keep things fresh ye?" She asked with a grin.
Hearing over Morgan Romero's question, she tilted her head to the side as she looks behind her to realize she stepped over directly behind the bag of weapons that have been placed in the center of the ring, smack dab in the A of the LAW logo that has been applied there. With a nod, she also drops her folding stool, letting it bounce and rattle a bit as it fell to the canvas, kicking it aside as she then steps behind the bag, squatting afterwards, staring down at the carrying case that had all the goods.
"I like that sound. We go for it."
She would quip, as another nod of her head signaled Morgan to come on forward, letting the Gaijin pick her weapon of choice first in this match that is about to turn the mat crimson sooner or later as TORA adjusted her hair, just staying in that squatting position that made her look like a total delinquent. A bancho in more endearing terms.
Hearing over Morgan Romero's question, she tilted her head to the side as she looks behind her to realize she stepped over directly behind the bag of weapons that have been placed in the center of the ring, smack dab in the A of the LAW logo that has been applied there. With a nod, she also drops her folding stool, letting it bounce and rattle a bit as it fell to the canvas, kicking it aside as she then steps behind the bag, squatting afterwards, staring down at the carrying case that had all the goods.
"I like that sound. We go for it."
She would quip, as another nod of her head signaled Morgan to come on forward, letting the Gaijin pick her weapon of choice first in this match that is about to turn the mat crimson sooner or later as TORA adjusted her hair, just staying in that squatting position that made her look like a total delinquent. A bancho in more endearing terms.
