A Doll in The Making: Mila Ricci(D) vs. Morgan Romero

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With some distance out between her and Morgan, Mila rubbed her ribs from the aching pain from their rather harsh punches. The pain only seemed to garner her excitement as it heightens from the mere moments of brutality. The look of furious intent seemed to only make her spine tingle with glee. Mila was Morgan’s main focus as it should be, it seemed only fair that she push any thoughts of her own aside to focus solely on her new “doll”.

Their anger only seemed to fuel her fun as she stood tall, their words only helped fuel the fire as sthey snapped with rage. ”I’m glad you noticed, but don’t worry, you’ll be one too.” She replies, genuine malice dripping from her lips.

Morgan would push up with such power that Mila was genuinely surprised by the sudden rush. Most would have been startled by such a display but Mila stood her ground, her hands outstretched but not defensive. In those hairsplitting moments just before the Morgan dared her assault, The Italian woman would step in, reading her head back to meet the skull faced Scotswoman head on for a full impact headbutt. She’d stumble a step back but eye her prey with a maniacal grin, her gaze locked on as her vision slightly blurs. ”That’s it! Keep looking at me just like that.” even in her haze, Mila was unhinged in her pursuit.

Her hands standing out and ready, would attempt to cup Morgan’s painted face. Her nails digging in as she makes no effort to hide her next move, she fears her head back, daring to meet them head-on for another brutal headbutt, not wanting to be outdone by such a ferocious display of course. If she managed to connect it, the pain in her dome would explode like a bomb as she staggers back from the possible contact. Why would she do it? What sense did it make? If she had to answer, for the sheer pleasure of it.

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Morgan growled softly as she glared heatedly at Mila, hating the way this... freak looked and spoke to her and it was driving her crazy as all she wanted to do was knock that smirk off of her face! As such Morgan charged full force like a bull at the color red, determined to drive her foe to the mat! However what Morgan didn't expect, along with almost everyone in attendance was for Mila to meet the Wales native head on.. quite literally!

"Nghhhhgrrrrrr..." Morgan grunted out in pain before turning into a growl of determination as she kept her head pressed against Mila's for a moment before getting pushed back, rubbing her dome but at least having the benefit of bracing herself from the move since she was the one initially going for it. Even so Morgan wouldn't expect for Mila to grab the sides of her face for another!

"Grrr!" Morgan groaned out in pain, stumbling back and holding her face for a moment before looking back up at Mila with a positively manic look in her eyes. "You're dead!" Morgan shouted, trying to take advantage of what seemed to be a staggered Mila as she swung her leg up, attempting to land a roundhouse kick into the side of the pinkette's face!

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The first impact was enough to get Mila’s head rumbling but despite the sudden explosion of pain in her skull, she had a taste for another. The pulsating throb that grew from her dome was just icing on the cake, meanwhile, Claire would physically recoil from the headbutt. Her master had given her more than her fair share and as much as she had to endure, she wouldn’t be surprised if the young lady had inadvertently given herself brain damage from the sheer sadistic pleasure she took from it. She was quick to grab hold of the Welsh woman’s face so that she wouldn’t back too far away, not while they were just warming up for the good part.

With her pull being a bit more forceful than she may have intended, the doll tears back to slam her head back into the skull-faced thug with a resounding thump. She’d realease them as she stumbles back, her once perfect hair now strewn over her shoulders as she begins to laugh. The pain, the anger, the excitement of it all, how long had it been since she felt a thrill like this overtake her entire body? It was the only real way she could feel the joy out of life, when her opponent laid out everything for her to take, that she was really alive.

Morgan backpedaled only a couple of steps back as she rubbed their noggin, when their eyes met again she could see it: that manic look in their eyes, the sort that could kill as the threat was spat her way, Mila could only blush as her body shivers from those words, her palms rubbing up her shoulders as she shudders with delight. ”You want to kill me? Me? Do it! Do it! DO IT!” She blissfully demands, noticing their stance change, Morgan would shoot her leg up attempting a roundhouse kick or perhaps a high kick of some sort but the Doll was on the move.

With a surge of stamina, she’d step in, her body colliding against the Welshwoman’s own as her right arm snagged their leg. Still riding high off their threat, Mila would attempt to snake her left foot behind Morgan’s and use their compromised balance against them, aiming to take them down to mat as her own legs sneak in, turning the skull faced woman onto her stomach first as the doll bends in their opposite leg, attempting to flip them back over into their back to confuse them and lock in a modified figure four leg lock, all with Morgan’s ankle caught in the doll’s grasp to bend to her whim, granted her maneuver wasn’t halted by Morgan’s unpredictableness.