The Dominion vs. S+M - Foolish Pride

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan made her way into the ring, popped to her feet, and found one of her favorite things in the world waiting for her: A man, on his knees, begging at her feet. She folded her arms and smirked, looking down with a cocked eyebrow and a crooked smile.

Cowardly, sure, but she did love when a man knew his place, even when she had to beat that into him. Hell, that made it all the more worthwhile, and she was of a mind to give him a little reward for his humility.

And then he had to go and fuck it up.

The Morrigan found herself flat on her back in a flash, her shoulders pinned as the referee started up the count. Her hand was just coming down for the final count when the Irishwoman kicked out, rolled off her shoulder, and rose to her feet, looking considerably angrier than she had been just a few seconds.

”Big fuckin’ mistake!” The Morrigan rushed in, raised her leg, and threw herself forwards with a powerful knee thrust, one aimed at the dead center of Jacob’s face.

[Teenwrestler]

Jacob was known to be quite versatile when it came to strategies in a wrestling match. He knew was out-matched when it came to pure brute strength against the Morrigan and he had to come up with something else. At this point, he was going to pull a rabbit out of his hat in order to win this match and this is exactly what he had in mind. Playing possum as if to seemingly admit defeat and beg for forgiveness, he would draw the powerhouse wrestler in towards him and then when she was in reaching distance he would go in for the surprise roll up.

His plan worked! At least partially! He managed to hook his arm around her thigh and roll her up. Her back was on the mat, shoulders pinned with her legs facing the air while Jacob leaned into her as much as he could in the roll up and despite his best efforts to sneak a victory she was able to kick out right before the three count. With his plan failed, he had shook the hornets nest and he saw a seething Morrigan staring directly at him. "Oh shit...." he muttered under his own breath as he tried to back away but failed when she would rush at him and struck him with a raised knee strike.

"Guuuuugh!" he cried out as he fell to the mats, clutching his face in pain. Jacob rolled over to get on his front as he started to crawl towards Derek for a tag.

[BlackAkuma]

Who was it that said ‘everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth’? Sabine got the impression that applied to getting kneed in the face, too, because whatever plan Jacob had been going for with that rollup came to an abrupt end when Morrigan rammed her knee down his throat.

Now, he was taking the wisest route he could’ve - going for a tag, crawling his way back over to his corner in a vain hope of escaping. It wasn’t likely to work, but kudos for trying.

The Morrigan stalked after him, her shadow cast across the ring as she closed in. ”Going somewhere, boyo? We were having so much fun…”

Before she could close in, however, Sabine drew her attention with a clap and held her hand out, looking for a tag. ”Let him, Morrigan. His friend should share in the pain.”

The Morrigan gave it a second of thought before she shrugged, turned back, and tagged Sabine in, letting the German slip in through the ropes while she excited the same way. ”You two have fun.”

With a nod, Sabine took her place in the center of the ring, raised her fists, and waited for Derek to enter.

[Teenwrestler]

Those knee strikes were really doing a number on Jacob and he was getting quite rattled. He shouldn't be the one taking all the punishment while his darn partner was just looking on, Jacob secretly felt that Derek was actually enjoying watching him get beat down for all the harsh training lessons he gave him. Regardless, it was time for Derek to earn his keep and get in this match. He started to crawl towards Derek, stretching his arm out and calling out to him while Morrigan would move towards him to stop Jacob from getting the tag in.

"W-wait, youll have more fun with him!" Jacob said, pointing at Derek. "W-wha? you're gonna throw me under the bus like that?" Derek said but it seemed S+M had other plans as Sabine wanted to get in on the action. This changed things and the two figured they could get their advantage back. As Morrigan retreated for the tag, Jacob lunged in towards Derek and quickly tagged him too as both wrestlers on the apron made their way into the ring now.

As Derek entered, he would quickly rush towards Sabine- no longer fearful, attempting a quick dropkick aimed at her chest.

[BlackAkuma]

Coward.

Sabine scarcely knew Derek, but she was already formulating an opinion of him, and it wasn’t a pleasant one. The man had sat idly by as his so-called partner took a hellacious beating, one that his own complaints had spurred on. Now that it was his time to share in the punishment, he seemed to be shying away. While she didn’t care much for Jacob, she detested weak-willed men with a passion, and traitors most of all.

Thankfully, the choice of whether or not to engage wasn’t left up to him, as Jacob made the tag and forced his hand. He came in hot, charging straight towards her, likely in an attempt to catch her off guard. A smart move - it wasn’t going to work, but she saw the sense in it.

Sabine hopped to the side as he leaped her way, narrowly avoiding the dropkick and letting him fall in front of her. Instead of giving him a chance to rise, she raised her foot and sent it crashing down, driving her heel into his chest with a vicious stomp.