Don't Get Me Started

[3ho]

Rina was seized and Morgan threw her down, kneeling over for now as she loomed just above. "I don't think so!" Morgan soured as she settled in. Her waist lowered to nestle on top of Rina's own as the blonde was quite content to maintain the advantage for now. Though Rina had done a complete one-eighty from rage to almost a little... pathetic.

Though Rina had a point. Was Morgan actually provoked? She didn't think she could be but then again, she did see red there. "You're the one that flipped your lid first." She spat back in her manner but almost bewildered in her tone. "But yeah, you didn't!" She pressed, flashing an annoyed look at Rina's flaying arm and taking a moment to lock it down so that there was no chance of escape. "But yeah, you didn't!"

Meanwhile the referee had dropped down and skittishly skirted around the pair, keeping a close eye on Rina's position. Her shoulders were down the moment Morgan had pinned that frantic arm and as per the rules, he raised a hand and slapped it against the padding. "Maybe you should have-"

"ONE!"

Morgan's lecturing ceased when she heard the call out. She glanced at the referee for a split second as the hand came back up. Wait, a pin? No, this was too early and not nearly as much fun as it could have been!

"Hey! Wait!" Morgan turned her attention to the referee, releasing Rina's arms to sit back on the woman's waist. "You can't count yet, the match hasn't even begun!" Morgan argued with her hands lifted as if she was showing she hadn't laid a finger on Rina.

[Parker]

Rina had been playing the part of the sulking delinquent pretty well, lower lip out, eyes downcast, body language screaming “Yeah yeah, I’m done, you win.” But the moment Morgan’s attention slipped, that little smirk started to crawl across her face like a bad idea taking root.

The second the blonde turned toward the referee, all wide-eyed indignation and lifted palms, Rina’s snicker slipped free, sharp and nasty, the kind of laugh that spelled trouble a second too late.

“Heh. Rookie mistake.”

She rocked forward, then snapped her hips back with a coiled bounce of energy. Her knee shot up, hard and mean, trying to jam right into Morgan’s lower back to shove her forward towards Rin, a still under her.

The second those pretty eyes dropped toward her, Rina struck. Two fingers thrust up like daggers, to poke right into Morgan’s eyes with a loud gasp from the crowd.

Rina shoved her roughly off, sending the blonde sprawling aside while she sat up, wiping the sweat and stray hair from her face with a huff.

“Maybe they call you a dumb blonde,” she sneered, voice dripping with venom and triumph, “’cause you are one.”

[3ho]

Rina seemed defenseless in Morgan's head. The notion was innocent enough for the magician as she took her eyes and focus off of her and that was a problem. An unseen problem that she'd soon have to confront but that was Morgan with hindsight. Not now.

The referee had given Morgan a quizzical look, wondering what she even meant by the match hadn't begun. It had. He might have even doubted it for a moment had it not been for Rina earlier, yelling the confirmation. "No, I mean I want the match to go on." Morgan clarified, ignorant of the threat below her.

It was announced with a laugh. A menacing one as Morgan looked back. "Huh?!" She bumbled out as Rina threw her hips, rocketing her knee up to pelt Morgan in the back and knock her forward right into two digits that she had cursed earlier. Fingers plunged into Morgan's eyes, pushing the wet bulbs with a painful sting as the blonde's eyelids slammed shut around the fingers. It happened too swiftly for Morgan to react, but she was left with the burning sensation of a place one shouldn't ever be poked. She uttered a shocked yelp.

Easily shoved off, Morgan flopped onto her back, the mat starting to stick to the sweat she had slowly started to shed. Though she only really felt the pain in her eyes, both palms covering them as she rocked back and forth in a clear writhing pain.

"Ow! Ow!" She whined, "Why'd you go for the eyes?" She found herself asking though not expecting a response. There was a slight sting at being called that term again. Dumb blonde. Maybe she was one letting Rina slip this one past her.

Morgan wanted to be away from her. Rolling over onto her stomach. Morgan removed a hand from her face and peered out through a teary-eye up the ramp. She crawled with that forearm, inching her way up and hopefully giving her enough time to nurse her vision.

[Parker]

Rina practically snorted with glee as Morgan writhed, both hands pressed to her eyes. She shoved Morgan’s face aside with the heel of her hand, hard enough for the blonde to roll. She turned away, scrambling to her feet as well. Despite the blonde’s worry for her immediate safety, she was in the clear. Rina was scurrying the opposite way.

Rina cackled, breath hot in the cold air. The ringside mats scuffed under her boots as she moved, eyes locking onto the apron. Her fingers fumbled greedily at the cloth and the dark gap beneath the ring; there were always surprises down there, and tonight she was hungry for one. Dropping into a low crouch, she eyed the contents ,setting on the heaviest thing she could find.

A folding chair came up, clattered into her hands, metal echoing like a warning shot. She hefted it, testing the weight, grin widening until it split her face. Morgan was partway up the incline, crawling like a wounded animal, a perfect target.

Rina charged.

Her steps were quick and ragged, a wild drumbeat. When she closed the distance, she didn’t hesitate: the chair came down in a brutal arc to slam across Morgan’s back with a sick, ringing clang. The punk pugilist would heft her weapon back to leave its weight against her body, swiftly trying to kick her boot between Morgan’s legs.

[3ho]

Inch by inch, Morgan crawled her way up the ramp. Occasionally, peering out through teary eyes to make sure she was still on track. There were a few things she was feeling. Pain. That was one and probably number one. Second was regret. She should have pinned that snot-nosed cheat then and there and be done with it.

But no.

Morgan wanted to have fun... well getting poked in the eyes was not fun!

Then she heard it. Boots stomping up the ramp behind her. What had Rina taken time to do? Morgan's mind wandered, searching for something that she could use that maybe she could counter with but it was all just her imagination running wild making things worse. It wasn't until the metal of the chair cracked against her back...

CRACK!

That Morgan had finally had her answer. She felt the harsh strike of the metal chair along her back, prompting her to gasp. This time no sound came out, just desperate, desperate air as her head lifted. Her torso pinned, pushed against the pinning metal until the follow-up came. A crude and viciously rude kick to the groin. A punt, actually, but Morgan wasn't in the position to debate that term.

"Aaahuh!" She bellowed, her whole body wincing and writhing under Rina until Morgan was curled up, at least as much as she could be. Her arms pulled in, legs curling and folding. The blonde's shoulders lifted with each gasp and dropped with each breath as her expression was wound tightly closed, withering.

[Parker]

Rina hefted the dented chair up, breathing hard through her nose, her lips peeled back in a feral little grin. Morgan’s gasps were still sharp and ragged behind her, music to her ears. “You should pay closer attention, ya’know? Eyes on the prize… fufufu,” she msed with an arrogant twinge, chuckling aloud as she trudged a few steps up the ramp.

The chair scraped metal against metal as she dragged it upright. Rina tried to snap it open with one hand, but the incline worked against her, the damned thing started to slide back down the ramp. “Tch- oh for- ” She lunged to catch it, fumbling a bit before wedging one boot under a leg to stop the slide. She crouched and adjusted it with exaggerated irritation until it finally stayed put, glaring at the defiant piece of furniture like it had personally offended her.

Satisfied, she turned back to the blonde heap behind her. “C’mon Magic Mindy or whatever your dumb name is,” she taunted, stomping back toward Morgan. “Up you go. Show’s not over yet.”

Fisting her fingers into Morgan’s blonde hair, Rina tugged hard, jerking at the dazed woman’s head up. Even curled up as she was, Rina was nothing if not persistent, trying to unravel her to a more workable position. She gave another yank, then another, gritting her teeth and hauling until she’d dragged her up onto her knees.

“That’s it,” Rina hissed between clenched teeth, breath hot against Morgan’s ear as she slipped an arm around her midsection. The other hand joined it, clasping tight as her stance widened. “Hey… let's hug it out, huh?”

Her boots squealed against the metal as she strained, veins standing out on her arms and neck. With a guttural yell, Rina attempted to heave, arching her back and twisting her hips in one explosive motion. Intending Morgan’s body to be lifted off the ramp, suspended just long enough for the crowd to gasp, before Rina spun and tossed her straight down onto the open chair. With a belly to belly suplex.

[3ho]

It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all! Why did she always get stuck in a singles match with some of the most insufferable people?

Okay sure, Rina was literally not fighting fair and all and that surely made her worse than Halloween but both had rather stinky attitudes in Morgan’s humble opinion. Where was the fun? Beating up Morgan was not fun. For herself, anyway. Rina seemed like she was having a blast.

For Morgan, everything hurt. Her back, stomach, groin, eyes… she was a little content that Rina seemed far away right now but she knew that was a hopelessly naive thought. Especially when that, in Morgan’s professional opinion, grating voice smugly called out to her.

Magic Mindy??

Oh my god… Morgan uttered through her labored breathing, her tone laced with frustration.

That isn’t my name!
That isn’t my name!
Rina is sooooo going to pay for that one!

Morgan sweared it all in her head. No exactly full of bravado at the moment as she tightened her legs around her tender groin, cowering slightly at the prospect of another kick coming. It wasn’t coming but it was the threat of it that counted.

”Auh!” Morgan sounded as her hair was grabbbed and yanked. Get off my hair!” She whined in protest as her head was violently pulled back. Her arms unfurled and frantically waved around to attempt to stop Rina from further pulling her hair but couldn’t quite get a good angle. She was instead forced to comply getting up to her feet.

“That’s it,” Rina hissed between clenched teeth, breath hot against Morgan’s ear as she slipped an arm around her midsection. The other hand joined it, clasping tight as her stance widened. “Hey… let's hug it out, huh?”

Hastily drawn to her feet, it was almost a relief that Rina seemed intent on holding her. Arms around her waist, the padded gloves of Rina seemingly gentle in a nuzzle against the curve of her lower back.

Morgan’s hands gently cupped and lightly pushed at Rina’s hips, just above the woman’s sash. It was almost intimate the way they had embraced and how Rina taunted into the blonde’s ear. One would have to ignore the rough handling that got them here and of course, Morgan’s reaction leaned the other way as Rina whispered in her ear.

”Gross, you jerk… you don’t get a hug. The blonde spat in a tone similar to disgust. Her hands on Rina’s hips pushed harder and now actually seemed to have some force behind them to try and break free.

But it was far too late.

Already Morgan’s feet her lifting, watching the straining expression of one who was nearly in way over her head with this idea. Although Rina had just enough strength to swing Morgan around and propel her right into the chair.

Morgan squealed a surprised yelp once she was airborne before being silenced by smacking her upper back against the chair’s seat.

The chair scrapped against the metal ramps scooting across as Morgan bounced off, tumbling to her side, the chair’s forward. Her weight rolled off the chair as it slipped from the last second pressure on its forward lip, causing it to topple forward and onto the victim that had just been flung onto it.

Morgan fell to a heap, face down and sprawled out in the corrugated steel. The chair, still folded, arched over her back in a display of Rina’s cruelty.

She had never been flung at a chair and Morgan seemed out until she stirred to life. Her head motioning slightly, with an arm reaching around to her back.

”Uuunnhh…” She uttered as her hair filtered down to little strands on her face, cheek pressed into the steel.

[Parker]

Rina hit the steel hard enough that it rattled through her bones. For a second, all she could do was sit there on her knees, arms wrapped around her middle and head bowed, breath hissing out between clenched teeth. "Ow… don’t suplex people on metal shit, got it." She muttered under her breath, voice half-pained, half-laughing. The sting in her ribs told her that she’d paid for that belly-to-belly… just not as much as Morgan.

When she finally turned her head, she caught sight of the beautiful chaos she’d left behind, Morgan and the chair had become one spectacularly tangled heap halfway down the ramp. The sight made her wince at first… and then she burst out laughing. The giggle started small, then turned into a full-on snort that echoed through the arena.

"Okay, never mind… totally worth it," she wheezed, shaking her head. "You look like modern art. I’m a genius."

Groaning, Rina pushed herself up, one hand braced against the steel ramp, the other pressing to her sore side. She rolled her neck, then started down toward the blonde, boots clanking with each step. The grin never left her face as she bent to pick up the fallen chair, flipping it upright with a metallic clack.

"Y’know…" she started conversationally, setting the chair down over Morgan so that the support bars between the legs pressed across the woman’s back and shoulders, pinning her in place. "...pretty fucking rude… the gross thing."

Rina plopped herself down on the half-bent seat with a satisfied little sigh, spreading her legs comfortably as she leaned forward. Her elbows rested on her knees, dark bangs bouncing in front of her eyes with messy strands as she peered down at her opponent.

"What’s so gross about me, huh?" Rina reached down to lightly slap the blonde in the back of the head. "...I’m hot." There was the faintest pause there like she wasn't sure what to say until it slipped out. Once it did she doubled down, stating more confidently. "I’m really hot."

"Also, it wasn’t an actual offer. Why would I wanna hug you?" Rina snickered, her gaze lingering a bit, watching her sprawled out like that with her pretty blond hair and the little streak in it...her mind filled in all the possible reasons why she might have wanted to. She cleared her throat, breaking up her own train of thought.

[3ho]

Morgan was starting to keep a mental list. Every time Rina persisted on being the WORST! opponent in all of LAW, that would recorded and tallied. What was it all leading to? Payback. At least in Morgan's head, it was the perfect idea to cite off how Rina was bad and how Morgan was great. It was a constantly updating tally.

"You look like modern art. I’m a genius."

Add one!

"Unnh.." Morgan groaned in a two-part agony of her back still pulsating in pain and Rina's annoying existence. Her footfalls approaching as the blonde stirred to further life. She actually lifted her head, her cheek growing cold on the unforgiving metal that she had been coming well acquainted with. Her hands came to the side of her head to gingerly pick herself up but there was just one issue with that.

The chair.

Sure Rina had just picked it up in the first place, allowing Morgan to start to lift but it swiftly came back down. "Uumph.." She grunted, flopping back to the floor. The support bars across the legs pressing into the blonde's backside to keep her pinned underneath. Then Rina had the gall to just sit there and call her rude!

To try and show some strength, Morgan began to try and lift herself, pressing herself up against the bars with strain. She couldn't quite get it to move with Rina sitting on there but she wasn't going to just lay around and take this. That's when the slap to the back of the head made Morgan wince, her whole body tensing more out of reaction than pain. It got her to stop trying to zone out Rina, as difficult of a task as that was...

The slap did get Morgan's attention from her struggling as her head turned. Her hair was a little chaotic and sweat now dripped down her face making her a little haggard. A few strands of blonde locks were arrayed down her face, turning now to scowl up at that stupid, smug face of Rina's.

"You ATTACKED me when I WASN'T EVEN LOOKING!" Morgan spat in between her pants, each breath pushing her back against the chair and making the shoulders lift and drop all the more. "That's all the reason I need to think you're gross!"

Morgan tried to emphasize her point by slapping at the top Rina's boot as if she could somehow puncture that to her foot inside. "Ugh! I wouldn't want to hug you either. Not anymore!" She barked, slapping the top of Rina's boot again.

[Parker]

“What the fuck… thats not gross. It's called strategy. Pfft, you’re just pissed you didn't even think to do it yourself... Besides, its your fault you weren't looking the right way, not mine, idiot.” Rina huffed indignantly. There were plenty of gross things she did but those were reserved for hanging out with the gang or things she did when she was sure nobody was around to catch her in the act. It fell on Rina to school this girl.

“This is gross.” She turned slightly away, and pretended to jam a finger up her nose and root around. The crowd on one side of her could see she was just pretending, using the angle just to make it look to Morgan like she was doing that. She grunted and huffed, making a real effort to make it seem like she was going at it. When she pulled the finger away back back out, she reached out to smear the imaginary grossness from what she did all over Morgan’s cheek.

“Heh heh… yah” She had a chuckle at that but stopped suddenly. “Whaddya mean not anymore? Did you want to before?” She squinted with a furrowed brow. Had they met before? Did this magic chick have a thing for her? Would that have changed how things played out? All questions she didn't have the answer to. Rina shifted her boot away from whatever it was Morgan was trying to do to it, scoffing in annoyance.

Rina pushed herself up off the chair, half turning to put her boot on its edge and give it a hard shove, sending it clattering down the ramp. She wasn’t all that generous though because offering Morgan escape came at the cost of a boot stomp down between her shoulders. The young punk would reach down to try to drag hold of Morgan, gripping to top to try and drag her along towards the stage, regardless of if she rose to her feet to follow or was literally dragged