Match Stipulations: Victory by orgasm. Anything Goes, No Time Out, No Disqualifications.
The Morrigan was in the mood for something a little different. She didn’t have anything against wrestling in the squared circle - fuck, she was taking to it pretty damn well, she’d say so. She and Sabine had been making a good impact as a tag team since they’re debut, turning heads with their debut against Blanco and Holly, and she’d even managed to get a solid solo win against Kasey. They were starting to get something resembling a fanbase, with letters pouring in day after day - most of them creepy as hell, sure, but publicity was publicity, she’d take it. Her wrestling career was off to a good start.
But, as much as she loved wrestling, a part of her still missed the streets. That missed the brawls. That missed tearing up a barroom at 1:30 in the morning after she’d downed enough pints to get double vision. She was a bare knuckler at heart, always would be, and there just wasn’t much room for that sort of thing in Japan. People here were polite, calm, genial, for the most part. Definitely not the place to get a real Donnybrook going.
So, Morrigan asked management if they could set her up with something a little more visceral than the average wrestling match. Lo and behold, here she was.
”Oh, fuck yeah.”

Needless to say, but she was fucking hyped, bouncing around the canvas and cracking her knuckles as she waited for her opponent to show up. She flashed a quick grin to the nearby bar, where Sabine was hanging out, dressed in a simple red skirt and matching blouse, idly chatting up the bartender. Whatever happened, she wasn’t going to interfere, knowing better than to spoil the Irishwoman’s fun. This was going to be Morrigan’s night.
It was a great setup, and it only needed one more thing to be complete: Her victim.
