Morgan Frey vs Hathor (Apex Qualifier)

[SimplyMoon]

With already a win under her belt, Hathor's dream of becoming a top wrestler in LAW was already seemingly underway. Of course, she was planning on changing her appearance and thematic for her own culture, but for now, one more match as the Queen of the Nile would have to do as she stretched out, rolling her head on her shoulders and headed on towards center stage, "Now now, make way for the Queen of the Nile one more time," she spoke in a cheery manner. Even if she was somewhat of a heel, she made sure to put on a more friendly face, a tweener that could do as she pleased, waving to everyone around her as she walked on to center stage.

A more regal look adorning her body, it was lubricious how much one could get away with wearing, especially barely anything like she was doing, the underside of her breasts clear as day to see at the right angle, bouncing around as her well-built thighs had her cruising down the ramp straight towards the ring, in part dancing to the beat of the music. Compared to a certain Greek goddess, her spirit was far livelier and bubblier, enjoying her time in the limelight as she got up on to the steps and entered the ring with a practiced sort of ease.

She'd wave to the fans, blowing out a kiss to each side as she waited for her opponent, "Alright, now let's show everyone what a true queen of the Nile can do."

[PrinceArjuna332]

This would be her third Apex qualifier match, and Morgan sought to win this one. Once her opponent, Hathor, was done with her entrance, it was time for her to make hers. With her music playing, Morgan stepped out to the ramp, raising an arm before she walked down to the ring. The crowd cheered for her, and she nodded her head, acknowledging their supports. She would make sure to show her skill during this match, wanting to prove that she had the making of a great wrestler.

Morgan Frey

Soon enough, Morgan entered the ring, and once she straightened herself up, she looked at Hathor. Seeing how skimpy her outfit seemed to be, Morgan couldn't help but blush slightly, though her expression hardly changed. Breathing in and breathing out, she then nodded at her opponent as she would wait for the match to begin. All the while, she would do some light stretches to prepare herself for the match. She wasn't sure what her opponent was capable of, and the only way to figure it out was to clash with her in this match.

[SimplyMoon]

"Are you not going to speak with me, afraid to be in the presence of pure beauty and might, no?" she spoke as her opponent, Frey, got into the ring. Hathor would catch the blush however but noticed the otherwise calm and collected composure. Could this be a weak point for her to exploit? Hathor took a mental note of such a thing and would use it to the fullest of measures, "How quaint. It appears as though you have a bit of a liking to me, a shame that face however is so stone like, like that of a statue."

She had a light accent in her voice, unabashed in her form of English, "No matter the case, I'll make sure that by the time we are done you shall have gone through several different ones, though it will not be pleasant."

[PrinceArjuna332]

Morgan narrowed her eyes as she heard Hathor's words. At first, she decided to not entertain the other woman with a response, but she also knew that she couldn't stay quiet forever. So, looking straight into Hathor's eyes, Morgan replied, "You should worry about you not winning than me not speaking." It was rare for her to speak a complete sentence, though she said nothing after that as she waited for the match to begin.

Rolling her shoulder before hopping on the balls of her feet, it seemed that Morgan was ready for her match. The referee came over and checked whether both Morgan and Hathor were ready or not. Soon after that, the bell was rung, starting the match between them. This time around, Morgan decided to take the initiative as she would close in and try to hit Hathor's chest with a knife edge chop!

[SimplyMoon]

Hathor smirked, "O' so you do talk, no matter, like it will matter in the end. My victory was for seen in the stars and your defeat called upon by those strange visions of the moon," Frey's opponent spoke and spoke, continuing on even if they had stopped listening to her actively. When the bell rang was the only time that she stopped, stretching out one last time before made motions into a stance that seemed rather strange and foreign, one of a more middle eastern origin than anything Egyptian.

She came quickly, but Fay out maneuvered her, smacking her with a strong to her chest and eliciting a sharp cry of pain that escaped her lips. It struck the bare skin that was exposed, breasts partially jiggling around before Hathor retaliated back. She would throw her right foot out, a straight kick intended to push her opponent away and give her some breathing room.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Hitting Hathor's chest with a chop, Morgan could see that the damage was dealt from it, but Hathor retaliated with kick to her body. Taking the kick straight to her belly, Morgan grunted as she moved herself backwards to soften the blow, but she would immediately grab Hathor by her leg, holding it with both hands before attempting to give it a twist, hoping to bring her down with a dragon screw takedown! If successful, not only that Hathor would be downed, she would also take some damage on her leg.

[SimplyMoon]

"Hey, what do you think you're do...ing!" Hathor cried out as she was twisted into the Dragon Screw Takedown attack, sending the fighter toppling down on her front straight to the mat. Now her sore chest from the previous slap had smacked into the ground, Hathor gritting her teeth in pain after tanking the bump. She couldn't believe that she had been countered so easily, especially by some no name loser that she was facing... then again, she herself was still somewhat of a no name newbie here.

She'd put herself into a push up position, "Don't think you'll just get away with that."

[PrinceArjuna332]

Taking down Hathor with a dragon screw takedown, Morgan looked at the direction of her downed opponent to see how she was faring after taking the move. When Hathor pushed herself up, Morgan listened to her words and shrugged before she went to grab her by her head, pulling her up. Then, she would lock her into a front facelock before she dropped herself backwards, looking to spike Hathor's head into the mat with a DDT!

[SimplyMoon]

"Hey you, what's the big deal," she spoke as she tried to push away from the smaller wrestler, getting pulled up and put straight into a front facelock. However, Hathor was acting far too late for her to prevent Morgan from doing as she pleased. With what felt like no hesitation, her head would be spiked down into the mat, the hit sending a jolt of pain from her head to her toes before crumpling the supposed Egyptian woman as she laid out on the ground, groaning from the pain. She had foolishly thought that this would have been an easier match, rubbing her sore head as she slowly tried to recover, however, Hathor still remained grounded for the time being.

"Damn it... she'd curse out, "A thousand curses... for you."

[PrinceArjuna332]

Morgan managed to bring Hathor head first into the mat with the DDT, and after letting go of her head, she looked at her opponent to see the effect of the move on her. It was clear that the move had dealt quite a significant damage, and Morgan thought that she should take advantage of this.

So, Morgan would make sure to get Hathor on her back before she got up, planning to continue with her momentum. She would run towards the ropes, looking to rebound from them and return back to where she was. Then, she would leap up into the air before attempting to hit the downed Hathor with an elbow drop.