The tone would change quickly as the music changed, going from upbeat, fast-paced Spanish metal to
something darker. Deeper.
Sexier. A steady, heavy, pounding beat seemed to shake the arena, like tremors from the distant footfalls of a giant beast, and the women who appeared at the top of the ramp was a perfect match.
The fresh tag team on the scene,
S+M, made their way down to the ring, though they weren’t both in action tonight. No, Morrigan was going solo this time, and you could guess as much from how she confidently strode forward, arms akimbo, with a knowing smile as she sauntered. Though she was always confident, there was an air of purpose about her tonight, a resolve in her movements as she approached the ring, as if she knew this was her match to win and no one would tell her differently.
I'll beat them all at their own game
Bite the hands and the fingers that feed
I'll beat them all at their own game
Swallowing it down, taking my time…
Her thoughts amounted to as much. While this was going to be her first singles match and her first test against a male opponent Morrigan wasn’t sweating it too much. She’d beaten men before, many men,
much bigger men. She’d been doing that her whole life. Blanco was cute and all and skilled as hell from what Sabine told her, but was any of that going to make a difference? Nah, she didn’t see it. He could do all the flips around the ring he wanted, dodge this way and that, but all she needed was one good shot and that mask was getting red all over it.
Morrigan hopped up on the ring apron and ducked down, peering at Blanco through the middle and top ropes like a hungry beast within a cage. She gave her lips a good lick, then grabbed the ropes, yanked hard, and used them to springboard her way over, coming down for a landing that shook the ring. Satisfied, she folded her arms and reached the center of the ring, standing tall over her opponent.
Once he was close, she leaned in and whispered as her theme music began to die.
”Oi. Little man.” Her words mixed with a low growl to tickle his ear.
”The safeword is ‘I submit’.”
Sabine, meanwhile, made her way around the ring, rounding the corner and coming over to Holly. She moved casually in comparison to her compatriot, a light smile on her face and a brisk walk, acting as if she was anything but a topless dominatrix striding around the ring.
”Holly Matheson, correct?” She approached the buxom woman and extended her hand, friendly and pleasing.
”Guter tag, meine dame. The pleasure is mine.”