Hiro and Senjo Takijima vs. S+M - A Matter of Pride

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Standard Tag
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.

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In the gorilla position, anyone passing by the entrance would be greeted with the strange sight of Morrigan pacing back and forth, fidgeting, occasionally checking her phone and looking equal parts miffed, confused, and nervous. It was a rare sight - even in her short time in LAW, she’d established herself as a confident woman, a bloody brawler, the picture of a dominating dominatrix. S+M had made quite a splash since their introduction, bringing a style of wrestling that fused sensuality with fast-paced, heavy-hitting attacks. From the look of things, she had everything she needed - fully decked out in her ring gear, amped up, ready for her upcoming tag match.

There was only one thing she was missing: Her tag partner.

Morrigan was fucked. Utterly fucked.

She rechecked her phone, the tenth times she’d done so in five minutes. No, still no updates. Sabine had been on her way to the arena, had sent her a call while she drove, but that had been two hours ago and she couldn't get ahold of her anymore. The German was the soul of punctuality - always on time, always showing up ready to go, never missing a minute. She planned her days out with meticulous detail. If she wasn’t here on time, it was because something happened, and Morrigan only hoped it wasn’t serious.

Whatever the reason, it didn't change that she wasn’t here, and it was getting close to entrance time. ”Fuckin’ hell.” She grumbled as another call went straight to voicemail. ”Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-”

”Ms. Hellfire?” Morrigan was just about to start throwing in some Gaelic curses when one of the stagehands approached her, catching her so off guard that she jumped at her own name. ”It’s almost time. Have you been able to get ahold of your tag partner? If not…”

The little woman didn’t finish the sentence, and she didn’t need to, Morrigan knew precisely where it was going. She was suggesting a forfeit. Not a good thing for S+M this early into their career. They’d gotten off to a hot start. Losing a match like this would throw cold water over the whole damn thing. But what other choice did she have?

Well, there was one other thing she could do. Not the smart thing, but then, no one had ever accused her of being the brightest bulb. Why start now? ”Run the music.” She cracked her knuckles and stepped forward, nearly knocking over the stagehand as she passed. ”I’m going solo.”

A few moments later and Morrigan was storming her way to the ring, skipping past all the customary eroticism that she usually came down with as her team’s

played. She was all business now, and she slid into the ring and popped to her feet without missing a beat. She made her way over to the corner, bouncing on her heels as if she were getting ready for a prize fight.

She could do this. She could do it.

[TheLoneWanderer]

By the time Morrigan had gotten into the ring, Senji and Hiroyuki were already inside. They lingered in the corner, the beat of raging guitars (Ride On - Saiseiga) residing into a terse silence as Morrigan made her entrance. Unlike the usual, there was a lot riding on this match. Chief among them, their worth as fighters clashing with their opponents' ideals. And at the moment, it seemed the world threw them a bone. Hiroyuki watched her slide into the ring, only really noticing the tense posture and amped up mannerisms. Yet, there was also an imminent problem both had also noticed. His eyebrows curled downward, seeking to approach Morrigan from the front. There, he'd make a show of looking around her shoulder, then back to the woman's entrance, before finally returning to the redhead's eyes.

Senji's gaze trailed along the contours of Morrigan's hair, from what he could see from behind Hiroyuki. The younger sibling took his left palm and palmed his hair, seeing it spill over the shoulders of his rashguard. Any longer and he could play the part of Rapunzel. He muttered a reminder to himself, "I need to shave this..."

He usually let it hang free or kept it in a similar ponytail as his master, although hers was far more extravagant.

As center stage came back to Hiro, he finally picked the perfect time to open his mouth. That slew of curse words she let out backstage might've led to something more literal with the three of them had the match been more extreme, but the cosmic forces of the universe chose to not open that Pandora's Box. Hiro ran a hand through his silver scalp, scratching at it lightly as he quirked an eyebrow upward. "Your partner isn't showing up?---So she's left you to dry."

Hiroyuki's eyes seemed to light up in recognition of an idea, the thoughts of it stewing in the man's mind. He beckoned Senji over with his right arm, Senji's attention split between the girl and the taller man staring down at them both from a slight angle.

"I don't think it'd be right to go at you all at once. What do you think, Senji?"

"Noooo, I don't think so either.", Senji added in an airy tone, given he didn't know what Hiro was playing at.

"How about we make this as fair as possible. Rock Paper Scissors for the first round?"

Senji considered this proposal, wrestling with it in his head and the alternatives, omitting one because they had no coin to flip, before he held his fist out first. In response, the older brother did the same. At the same time, they shook their fists in a rhythm three times over until a result was decided.

Scissors < Rock.

"It's too soon for you, Senji."

"Tch, fine. Please don't lose, okay?~"

Senji relaxed his hands down by his side, giving Morrigan a cheerful enough smile for a wish of good luck as he made his way back to the farthest turnbuckle, sitting against it. After verifying that, Hiroyuki, clad in black, put his attention back on the woman of the hour. His feet dug into the canvas lightly, Hiroyuki slouched over in a forward leaning stance to prepare to attack at the moment the bell was struck for them to start.

"Well well well, Morrigan. Are you ready to go?"

[BlackAkuma]

Two guys at the same time. Most times, Morrigan would consider that a fun Friday night, but today…

Her opponents were already waiting when she arrived, no pomp and circumstance, both of them looking ready to go. For once, she wished she’d bothered to do the research that Sabine always needled her into, since she was going in blind, knowing nothing of them beside their names: Hiro and Senji, a couple of strong, strapping young males. Neither of them were quite as big as she was, but that wasn’t to say they were small, either. Good shape, both of them. Athletic types. She favored the blonde, in particular. Kind of a shame there wasn’t any serious kinkiness allowed in this match. She wouldn’t have minded taking them for a roll.

She rubbed her nose and pushed those thoughts out of her mind, forcing in some focus. She could always hit the strip club later and work out those needs, assuming she wasn’t spending time in an ice bath.

Her eyebrow arched up as the blond one - Hiro, she thought - spoke up, badmouthing Sabine. Wasn’t about to stand for that. ”Ain’t no one left anyone to dry, you can get that shit out of your head.” She rolled her shoulders. ”She’ll be along, just running late. She can finish you boys off when she gets here, assuming I don’t knock you both the fuck out before then.” Nervous as she was, she wasn’t about to show any of that to them and give them the edge. ”We doing this or you want to run your mouth some more?”

She stood by as the two of them had their little match, taking up more time - despite what she said and the irritated look on her face, that was fine with her. The more time they spent, the more chance it gave for Sabine to show. They were finished soon enough, and Morrigan found herself facing off against the taller brother, Hiro, who stepped up to the plate with some swagger.

”Damn right, I’m ready.” She brought her fists up and moved to the middle. ”Let’s fucking go!”

She psyched herself up, fully revved, and she came out swinging the moment the bell rang, throwing out a massive, wild hook at Hiro’s face before the echo could even finish making its way through the stands. No sense in pussyfooting.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Contrary to her appearance, Hiroyuki found his ears assaulted by the loud and expressive slew of swears and curse words. So, poking fun at Sabine was a no-go if he didn't want to piss Morrigan off. Fun! A much more positive vibe than the last tag team the two got bent over by. Thankfully, not literally. When the bell rung, Hiroyuki was off to the races at the same pace as the woman. He put his arms up, parallel to each other, and prepared to guard the hit with the corresponding forearm. It hit, pressuring the muscle but unable to drag Hiro off of his feet. Like a gunshot, the arm that wasn't guarding came at Morrigan quickly. A quick, straight punch to her sternum. If the attempt came to fruition, then he'd follow up with a cohesive conclusion of the exchange.

Hiro stretched both his arms out, to try for grabbing Morrigan into a clinch. As a result, after interlocking his fingers behind her head, he would pull her face close to his chest and shoot his right knee up into her stomach, twice over. This was meant to put the woman in a precarious and compromised position so that he could cause damage to her midsection.

The best solution Hiro had for this opponent was to take her head-on, as he figured that he was strong enough to do so. Submissions were an option, but it looked like the flow of this match leaned toward how the participants would fight standing up unless Morrigan was a grappler or he forced her into his field. Senji would bring up the rear, and all would be well for the two if the match went according to plan. He just had to remain consistent and not lose his cool. Easy enough.

[BlackAkuma]

So, what kind of man was Hiro?

Morrigan could never tell at a glance, but she knew what to expect from the typical guy in LAW - more often than not, they’d put you up against cannon fodder, weak little dudes that couldn't throw a solid punch to save their lives. Nothing wrong with that - hell, she was a dominatrix, she’d never turn down a chance to make some limp-dick roadkill. But she was hoping for a challenge today. Something to keep her teeth sharp.

That was precisely what she got, too. Thank fucking god.

He blocked her punch and did an excellent job of warding off one of her better shots, but that wasn’t the whole of it - he managed to retaliate, too, and not a weak shot, either. A straight, right in the bread basket, landing with enough force to send her back a step and put a vulpine grin on her face. He was quick to follow up, too, moving in close and grappling her, acting as if the size difference didn’t mean a damn thing.

She wound up taking a knee to the stomach, a good shot that folded her over, but he pushed his luck when he went for the second. She was ready for that one, and while she still wound up taking the blow, she managed to get her arms around his knee before he could bring it back down. [color=#80000ff]”Gotcha, bitch!”[/color] She lifted him up, charged forward, and tried to ram him into the corner at full speed, putting her full speed and weight behind the endeavor.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Morrigan could take her fair share of punishment, now all that remained to see was whether she could dish it out or not. Hiroyuki's smile wavered as she made impact, with Morrigan gathering that man in her arms and pushing him into the corner as a counter. Hiroyuki coughed as a reflex, the pain having exploded in his back due to the counter. He hadn't been able to stop the charge unlike if it had been a regular tackle. Perhaps there was a way, but it had not come to him in time to avoid the move. A whisper-quiet moan came from his throat, Hiroyuki clearly feeling the effects of being slammed like that which delayed his ability to counterattack. When it began to ebb away seconds later, Hiro tried to catch Morrigan in another ensnarement. His hands went up to Morrigan's shoulders, now that he was laying on his back almost beneath the woman. With his hands trying to keep her away and destabilized, Morrigan might have felt his legs and hips shimmying off to the right as he tried to give Morrigan a hook to the jaw using his right arm to buy himself some time to get out of this disadvantageous position. Hell, what he hit in reality didn't matter so long as he didn't miss.

"Such a foul mouth you have.", He hotly teased as he recovered, though the tone came out a little hampered compared to how he wanted it.

If this part of the plan worked, then Hiro would turn around on the ground with his back to the air and try to crawl backward out from underneath her, although Morrigan might be fast to interfere with this. There, they would be facing the same direction after he twisted and slip out. Finally, Hiro would try for a very low, deep tackle to her ribs, committing fully to it and not being able to change his direction.

[BlackAkuma]

So far, Morrigan wasn’t unimpressed with the fire Hiro was bringing. He was the smaller one between them, but he was smart enough to cover, could take a decent hit, didn’t seem like much of a jerk, just a little bit of a tease. The kind of guy she could have a fun fight with, nothing too serious, go all out and not have to worry about him bitching. She was down for this.

She was enjoying her position on top and was about to make the most of it, but the man proved to be a little slippier than she’d anticipated - she wasn’t able to hold him down for long before he wormed his way from under her bulk, and gave him a hook in the face for her troubles. Solid shot, too. Rattled her skull and made a few stars come out. She almost wanted to see what this guy could do in a straight fistfight. Knew how to throw his hands around.

”Oh, boyo,” She licked her lips, cleaning up the small cut on her lips and savoring the taste of blood. Always got her motor motivated. ”You got no fuckin’ idea.”

She pushed up to her feet and came after, eager to continue the brawl, but Hiro proved to be quicker on the draw than she’d anticipated. Her came to her, instead, charging forward and taking her head out, slamming into her with a tackle that nearly knocked her down again - nearly. She threw her feet back, planted them hard, and stayed up right, getting some good mileage out of that weight advantage.

With her opponent below her and his back exposed, Morrigan went to work. She brought her arm up high and drove it down hard, shooting her elbow right into the small of his back, making sure to hit the spine with the pointiest part.

[TheLoneWanderer]

If Morrigan wanted to get him whining, she would have to pine harder than that. It seemed that this was a simple match, overall. Business as usual, with nothing unnecessary getting in the way.

He managed to slip out from underneath the woman before she could enjoy her caramel-toned throne, only to deal with a drawback from his earlier delay. Hiroyuki had been too eager on the draw to retaliate, and Morrigan was all the more physically eager to pull a card in response. His shoulder, on the right side, slammed into her trunk. She was quite solid, ripples of muscle he could feel on through the outfit. The tougher frame, after all, would take more hits if one of the scrawnier members of LAW took a shot at the dominatrix. Hiro saw her stuff his tackle, shooting her feet back in a sprawl. A prick of a pain shot through the middle of his back, as the lights went out. The rush of wind woke him up seconds later, as did the "BANG" of his forehead of the malleable canvas. His brain swam with nausea, wondering how he got on the floor.

Equally as severe, the memories had came rushing back in merciless repetition. She had caused him to forget the match?! Reeling from this revelation, Hiro tried to plant his hands down and push up to get to his feet faster. If she was still hanging onto him, then Hiroyuki would try to swing and turn around underneath her so they'd end up in a North-South position. If Morrigan's grip had not been so tight, then he'd scramble desperately backwards and off towards the direction of the center to reset. Skipping on his heels, sweat formed on his forehead from the exertion as he entered a basic hitman stance. That meant keeping his left hand raised near his face while his right hung low to perform jabs, keeping itself in a quarter-curl position, by 'flicking' his fist towards the opponent. It had no personal flair to it, but a fake was all he needed to keep the girl down with outward boxing. Still tilted from the spinal tap, he bounced on his heels, and waited...

He couldn't have risked trying to attack just before then. His brain had gotten its own share of being rattled.

[BlackAkuma]

Morrigan made sure to sink her elbow in deep, drillig it into his bones, and she was pleased with the results - the man went down hard, folding up, really feeling the pain and giving her some good sounds. He took it better than most would, she’d give him credit, but that just meant she’d have to work a little harder than usual for the kill, something she didn’t mind in the least. She was here to work up a good sweat. Always made the sessions that much more enjoyable.

He went down, and she would’ve loved to mount him and work him over from there, maybe even get a good breast smother going. However, he turned out to be too quick on the draw for that, and he skipped away before she had the chance to capitalize, getting out from beneath her and steering clear of her weight advantage. Smart man. It wouldn’t save him, in the end, but smart.

She rose up and smirked as he took up a fighting stance, dropping into some fancy variation of a boxer’s position. It wasn’t one she’d seen before, but she wasn’t the least bit worried. Fisticuffs were her bailiwick, and if he wanted to go blow for blow, she’d gladly demonstrate why that was a bad idea.

”Oh, you want to scrap, do you?” She brought her fists up, high and tight, and moved in. ”Right then, let’s fucking go!”

She cracked her knuckles and moved in on him, full bore, showing no fear. She dashed in and swung out hard, throwing out a fierce hook with her left, then following up even stronger with her right. Heavy, powerful knockout blows.

[TheLoneWanderer]

End it before it could go on for too long. There was just the matter of how he could handle this. As he took his steps back, he pondered this. He could turn the tide in their favor, provided he played the right cards. Low and behold, Hiroyuki did not have to wait long. Morrigan came rushing at him, and he waited for her.

Hiro tried to take the hook safely, bending his head down by the neck so that her fist would hit one of the hardest parts of his face: the forehead. The headbutt would be intended to hurt her fingers, also aiming to cut off an attempt to defend when she'd been so exhilarated about tossing the hands out earlier. If that was to land as expected, he re-clenched his fists hard and threw his right fist, faster than a regular jab, at Morrigan's right side in a gamble to beat her 2nd knockout blow to the finish line. He wanted to dig his knuckles deep into her skin, cutting past that, the tissues, and muscles to hit her in the liver and send her reeling. Hiro would try to repeat this liver shot, regardless of an initial success or failure, as he thought damaging her to the point where Morrigan couldn't muster the strength to hit back was a positive even if he had to get roughed up too. A kick might've been better, but he could incorporate it into another combination in this war of attrition.