A Lesson in Submissions | Morgan Pendragon vs. Halloween Sonohara

[3ho]

Morgan did not expect to lose this. I mean, it was Halloweenie. She was the tiniest wrestler on the roster probably. There was no way she could lose this.

Sure enough, the blonde was managing to leverage her opponent down to a knee. She didn't know where she'd go after this. Probably a headlock and then a nuggie? That would be funny. Speaking of, Halloween hadn't been getting teased over losing the test of strength. Better fix that.

"What's wrong, Weenie? Don't have enough muscle to stay up? I miiiight just have to bully you around the ring at this rate~"

Morgan giggled as she kept her opponent like that for a little too long. Long enough that she had allowed her opponent time to dismiss the lock-up, Morgan's hands being thrown aside and her left standing there a bit dumb-founded as her opponent slipped around and tripped her up.

She'd tumble towards the mat, the movement cascading upward until Morgan smacked her face into the mat. She threw her head up, whipping her blonde hair out as she reached a hand up to nurse her nose. It wasn't broken but you always would check.

"Ow."

Morgan stated in annoyance before she turned her head around. "Hey!" She called and tried to withdraw her leg to give her opponent a kick to the shoulder in a reasonable escalation of their match.

[BlackAkuma]

Basic, but effective. Halloween was still a relatively young wrestler, but she’d spent no small amount of time in her career thus far learning how to master the basics, making the most out of what little size she had. She’d learned them well enough that she could hold her own against opponents twice her size - so, in other words, most of the roster. It would work against them, it would damn sure work against Morgan.

The Drop Toehold was a perfect example of this, as she used the blonde’s momentum against her and sent the woman flopping, right out of the gate. She whistled at the sight of it, looking on with a little smirk. ”Starting to see why Lovers liked you, got a cute butt.” She winked at the woman as she turned about. ”Not as cute as mine, but…”

Before they could discuss the finer points of gluteal superiority, Morgan went back on the attack, wrenching her leg free and shooting it at Halloween’s upper body. A quick move, but the Scream Queen was quicker on the draw, bobbing her head back as the kick came in, just avoiding it.

But that wasn’t all. Before Morgan could pull it back, Halloween tried to wrap her arms around the ankle, stand up, and give it some good, painful twists, trying to punish Morgan with an Ankle Lock.

[3ho]

Was she getting catcalled?

Morgan was kind of use to it being on stage and naturally adorable so none of that was out of the ordinary here, but the environment was. Wrestling? Though she'd kind of realize why that might be. All that closeness and proximity and grabbing each other... It invited certain thoughts to arise. Fair, honestly.

What wasn't fair, however, was Halloween stating she had a cuter butt. She did not. Morgan did. "Hey!" Morgan spat through gritted teeth as her turned her head. "You do not have. A cuter. Butt." She spat out with a little difficult as the painful twists were interrupting her as she spoke, having to clench tight with each new twist.

This just wouldn't do. Morgan couldn't quite teach Halloween the errors of her ways on her stomach like this. Suddenly turning herself over, she pulled in her leg giving Halloween the choice to hold on or let go. Holding on meant that she was closing into Morgan's legs curling back to fire off a double kick to try and launch her opponent across the ring.

[BlackAkuma]

Halloween’s trainers were always telling her that she talked too much in the ring, that she got distracted and was too playful in her matches. Wrestling wasn’t a conversation, they would say. You needed to stay focused, locked on the target, and never waver.

On one hand, Halloween didn’t disagree. On the other hand, it was so much fun, especially when she got the chance to screw around with someone who was so damned easy to rile up.

Unsurprisingly, she would put Morgan in that category. The little magician could be annoying herself, but Halloween wagered she wasn’t all that good at taking the same treatment, and so far? Oh, it seemed like she was right.

”Hey, I’m not saying it’s a bad booty or anything. 7 out of 10, easy.” A snicker snuck through her grunts as she tried to wrangle her opponent. ”Just saying, mine’s an easy ten.”

Halloween was prepared to back up her point with a well-thought thesis, too, but she wasn’t given the chance, as her foe abruptly spun about, pulled her, and sent her tiny frame flying with both her legs. The Scream Queen landed on her back, but instead of staying there, she instead rolled with the momentum and threw her legs up, so she could pop to her feet in an instant. She backed all the way up into the ropes, hit them hard, and came rushing back towards Morgan at full speed.

She could’ve hit her opponent with a lot of things as she stood up - kick, a meteora, a boot to the face. Instead, Halloween decided to give her foe an up-close look of the body part on discussion, as leaped up, spun about, and tried to smack her in the face with her rump, looking to land a Running Hip Attack.

[3ho]

Morgan was growing frustrated alright. She liked providing the joke rather than being the joke and it seemed like the Scream Queen didn't quite understand that. No problem, Morgan thought, she would just have to teach her opponent that. Now how would she do that? Who knows but maybe one of those submission holds and she could get the little shrimp to admit it. That would be fun.

Getting to that point was another thing entirely as the blonde finally fought for her release, she kicked Halloween away. It provided her enough time to roll up to her knees but the pounding of the mat of an encroaching figure had gotten her attention. Kneeling, she turned to see Halloween's blitzing speed on approach, in fact, it was only a moment before she had leapt, turning to face her that bum to Morgan's face!

Now, Morgan would have liked to say she avoided it or prevented the humiliating disaster... but...

A cute, rounded bum batted against Morgan's face, encompassing it with a cheeky bump. Morgan had been kneeling but was now knocked back to the mat, collapsing onto her back. Her knees remained curled underneath her as the back of her head bounced off the mat.

"Ugh... Gross."

Morgan uttered, lifting a hand to pinch at her nose. Though it wasn't really gross but she wasn't about to compliment the move that she would have liked to have done instead. She needed a minute. Turning back over, Morgan looked to crawl over to the ropes and try to escape out for a breather!

[BlackAkuma]

”Oh, yeah!” Halloween hopped back and gave her own butt a hard slap, much to the audience’s delight. ”Right on target!”

Yeah, it was a little silly, unprofessional, crass, but Halloween’s butt was about the sexiest thing on her body, no competition, so she always liked to show it off when she could get away with it. What better opportunity than when she used it like a battering ram, smashing her opponent’s skull? The audience appreciated it, as evidenced by their enthusiastic cheers. Heck, she was reasonably sure there was only one person in the arena who didn’t like it, and she was currently crawling to the ropes.

”Gross, huh?” She sauntered over with more than a little extra swing in her hips. ”You’re kidding no one, blondie. Everyone wants this fine behind.”

Before Morgan could reach the ropes, Halloween hopped on the back of her knees, standing on them and pinning them in place. She reached back, grabbed her foe’s feet, pulled them up against her shins, then reached out to trap and snap her by the wrists. ”Let’s you and me get to know each other a little better, huh?”

Halloween pulled back, rolled over, and attempted to put her opponent into a classic Mexican Surfboard, stretching her out and lifting her body, putting her on display as she tortured her back.

[3ho]

If up to Morgan, she would have disagreed with Halloween.

Nothing so platonic as "out of principle", but simply because Morgan's bum was sexier. Did that comparison apply in the context that was thought of? No. Did Morgan even know if that that thought had crossed Halloween's mind? No. However, it needed to be said because Morgan was having a rough go of it right now. She'd take any mental win she could even if that meant coming up with it.

Blondie

Oh man. Morgan loathed that name when it left other women's mouths. It was such a nickname malpractice to try and reduce her to just her hair color. The token blonde, the dumb blonde, the blonde damsel... all derivatives of that singular term: Blondie. She'd have to find a way to pay back Halloweenie for that one, for sure. Maybe not now, but one day...

Though the verbal retort would have to wait. She was a bit preoccupied with trying to escape and failing that for now. The soles of a pair of boots pressed down on the back of her knees, making the crawling part difficult. Morgan tried to dig her hands into the mat and push, placing them around her head which turned out to be a mistake. She hadn't ever heard of a Mexican Surfboard, but she was about it.

Her wrists were grabbed and hauled back. All set up as the pair rolled back and Morgan found herself lifted. "Whaa!" She yelped being rolled into the air and suspended, rather painfully, by her arms being pulled behind her and the boots pressing into the back of her knee. Her blonde hair hanging over Halloween's face as the magician head titled back. She hissed through tightly clenched teeth as the ref came over and asked if she wanted to tap. She wasn't about to quit. Not this early against Halloweenie! "No!" She bellowed, shaking her head and fanning out her blonde hair.

[BlackAkuma]

Halloween had to admit, part of the reason she was going for this particular move was because she so rarely got a chance to do it. It wasn’t often that she faced an opponent close enough to her own size and weight that she could execute it without turning it into a real workout, but Morgan just so happened to fit that category to a tee. Best of all, she was just bendy enough to make it look good, as Halloween hoisted her up, pulled her arms back, and let gravity do the rest.

Morgan, of course, wasn’t feeling any of it, struggling about as she was lifted, but she wasn’t getting away that easily. Halloween gripped her wrists tight, pulled back, and cranked up the pressure as she voiced her intent to stay in the match.

”Not giving up, huh?” Halloween chuckled and shrugged. ”Works just fine for me, got all the time in the world. Let me get in my squats while we’re waiting, está bien?”

‘Getting in her squats’ equated to her dipping her legs down and pushing up, changing Morgan’s elevation and putting even more strain on her legs, drawing the pain out. Halloween had strong legs for her size and managed to get in five good reps before she decided to switch it up.

”Down you go!” Halloween disengaged her legs, let go of Morgan’s wrist, and let her fall right down on top of her - not the most pleasant sensation, but one she could put up with if it meant giving her a superior position. She worked quick, attempting to wrap her arms around the woman’s neck while her legs clamped down around her waist, going for a tight rear naked choke.

[3ho]

Ironically, Morgan's double-jointed and extremely flexible condition had afforded the ability to escape from all manner of perilous death traps that she'd willing put herself in for her performance. Yet here in wrestling, that was appearing more like a detriment. Her arms were pulled to vertical straights, and seemingly, she had no way of really escaping as there was no leverage she could use to pull her arms free from Halloween's grip.

She was a trooper, though. At least that's what her dad would say to her. Her joints felt like they were on fire as they bore the weight of her entire frame. She didn't even cry out in pain once! Though that was about the extent of it as she dangled there. A sensation that was only made worse as she was dipped into a squat, the angle inflaming the pain she had on her knees as they bent. The first one she managed, but the second onward she gasped and cried out in agony as it bit just a little too much for her.

Thankfully, it wasn't for long.

Unthankfully, she wasn't spared for long.

Morgan found herself dropped, flopping her back onto Halloween's small figure. The impact knocked a little air out of her in a grunt but that was a worthy sacrifice to feel her limbs unfurl and find instant relief. "Uugh... I-!" She started with a groan, opening her mouth to try and say something. Anything. She wasn't really sure where she was going with it before legs clamped around her sides and an arm shot around her neck, silencing her!

Okay, so strangulation. Morgan could hold her breath for a while. There were a number of water stunts she pulled where she had to hold her breath. Maybe not being choked, but she at least didn't panic. Her body tensed, flexing against Halloween underneath her briefly. The Magician's mind worked quickly to come up with something and that something was...

Wiggling. Well, it was probably more like squirming but it had a purpose. As she rocked back and forth, her figure sliding and rubbing against Halloween, her hands worked to push Halloween's arm up juuuuust enough for a pair of pearly white teeth nip and bite the tanned flesh of the Senorita who was content on trying to choke the blonde out!

[BlackAkuma]

”So, fun fact.” Halloween nestled in tight, getting her squeeze on and settling into the grind on Morgan’s nubile body, holding on like the world’s sexiest limpet. ”You say you like Coraline, right? Did you know that They Might Be Giants did ten songs for the film? Only one made it in the final cut, though—big wasted opportunity, if you ask me. It was initially going to be more like a full-on musical. Crazy.”

Halloween liked to be educational, sometimes, especially when she was sitting around with a submission hold. They could get boring, sometimes, just sitting there and squeezing and waiting for your opponent to pass out. Why not impart a little trivia, make up for the brain cells she was destroying?

Besides, she was pretty sure it would piss Morgan off, which was becoming her favorite hobby.

She seemed well annoyed, too, if all the wriggling anything to go by. ”Easy there, babycakes.” She clamped down even tighter to ride down the struggles. ”If you want off this ride, you know what to do. Let me see those taps before you-”

Pain, hot pain, searing hot pain in her arm, enough to make Halloween howl and let up on the hold immediately. She gave Morgan a quick smack on the head and roll away, clutching her arm. ”Did you-” She looked at the bite marks on her arm in sheer disbelief. ”You did! You bit me! You actually bit me! Fucking hell, really?”

Halloween hissed and stood up, rubbing her arm as she went. Morgan wanted space and space she got, as the Scream Queen opted to reset, circling around the ring while she gave her foe the stink eye. ”Card tricks, biting. What’s next, huh? Wedgies?”