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

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Mila sense of self was buried under violence. Where did it stem from, but even the Doll had an answer to that thought. For as long as she could remember, inflicting pain and taking it was the only thing she knew. Before long even the notion of love was mixed and twisted into meaning pain. Inflicting pain was her way of sharing her love with the world and receiving it was her delusion of earning it back. As she was bucked off Morgan from their kick, she finally felt a tinge of their “love”. Maybe somewhere, Morgan did feel Mila’s affection but this wasn’t nearly enough. ”That’s not all, is it? Give me more, it’s not nearly satisfactory, piccola bambola, dolce bambolina~” she was intentionally antagonizing the brawler on, that slack jawed expression didn’t suit them at all.

With a roar of denial and anger, Morgan rushed her, taking the Doll down to the mat as she sat upon her chest. Mila’s cold lavender gaze saw their fist overhead and come down like a stone cast from up high. It knocked her skull to the side, as the next swing came, she was knocked to the other. Laughter erupts from her lips as pain begins to overwhelm her face bit Mila’s excitement only grew. A spittle of blood flew across the mat from their next strike, as much as the Italian was having, she was no one’s punching bag.

Like a snake slithering the ground to catch its prey, her legs shot upward, hooking under the skull faced woman’s shoulders as used her weight to bring them down to the mat. If they rolled back as she had intended, Mila would rush to mount them in the same way. ”That’s it, Morgan!” She exclaims, firing her fist into their cheek, to pummel them just as they had her. She fires another shot, nailing them harshly as her face cracks, exposing her maniacal smile. ”Show me! How much! You! Can! Take!” She declares with each punch she threw, giggling as the referee could only stare at the pair in utter astonishment.

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Morgan had no idea what was going on. This chill down her spine, the way her hair was standing on end, the way her breathing was becoming quicker and more erratic... it was a feeling she never experienced before... was this fear? love? hate? Truthfully Morgan had no idea. It wasn't something she was used to feeling but whatever it was it was fueling her to go even harder on this fellow lunatic and shut her the hell up!

Managing to take the Italian down to the mat and mounting her Morgan would start to rain down punch after punch on her! However this seemed to only fire Mila up even further as the woman's legs would soon come up, snaking their way around Morgan's arms and pulling her down as a result! 'Shit!' Morgan thought to herself as she was the one mounted now with Mila starting to quickly begin returning the favor, punching down on Morgan's face!

"Ugh! Agh! Gah!" Morgan cried out with each blow before growling softly, responding more to Mila's challenging words then her hard hitting fists. "Grahhhhh!" Morgan roared out, lifting herslef slightly as if a actual zombie, and in the process lifting her free arm up and throwing it forward, trying to jab her thumb directly into Mila's eye!

Was it a dirty tactic? Absolutely but Morgan didn't care as, if she was successful she would try and grab hold of Mila's hair, pushing her down to one side to knock her over and retake the vantage point as Morgan looked down to get on top of the woman. "You want some!? You got it!!! Fucking bitch!" Morgan screamed out viciously as she began to once again rain down punches, furiously looking to overwhelm the pink haired woman!

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Each hit felt solid, as bare knuckle bone met tender flesh and bone. The doll gets lost in it, raining down haymakers like it was her business, using her own little body and applying all her weight to keep them pinned as she urged them on to keep fighting. The small death machine couldn’t stop herself from laughing as Morgan was pummeled into the ring. This sweet sensation was intoxicating but that could be a curse all in if it’s self. She pushed too hard and the skull faced brute wasn’t going to just lay down and take it (which is what she was counting on).

In her mixed haze, she felt their bodies shift as Morgan suddenly sat up, although that didn’t stop the doll’s onslaught. Instead however, it was a thumb shooting forward, clipping her eye that halted her progress. Mila didn’t scream in pain, nor did she cry out in alarm. She grunts as she loses her focus, her long, lavender hair yanked. Mila would suck in air from the stinging sensation but despite her pain her estranged smile wouldn’t fade, even as she laid flat on her back once again with Morgan throwing down punches.

She would definitely feel this later but this was them showing her all their “love”. She couldn’t help but be happy to receive such a generous amount but she couldn’t lay here and take it. Oh no, no, no. Despite her pained giggles, she’d take another page from Morgan’s book, her knees shooting upward to nail the poor Scot in their spine while they growled and roared in her face like a beast.

If she managed to take them down to the mat in retaliation, Mila would roll to her stomach, to push up on her hands to quite literally fling herself back towards the skull faced woman to continue the vicious punching fest that they had both apperantly signed up for. Granted Mila managed to remount them, her fingers would trail into that silvery white hair before bunching it up in her hand before throwing a nasty haymaker. Her giggles erupting into outright laughter as her mind devolves into a psychopathic parade of misfortune.

[Bare]

Morgan was determined to not only get this bitch off of her, but also lay in some serious damage in turn! Managing to get on top of her and rain down blows from above with everything she had! Truthfully Morgan was just hoping Mila would stay down from this, but she still had that damn smile on her face which unnerved even her.. and for good reason as soon Mila would throw her knees up, right into Morgan's back!

"GAH!" Morgan cried out, forced off of her opponent and to her hands and knees on the mat, holding her back in pain only to suddenly get knocked over with Mila remounting her! 'Shit!' Morgan thought to herself, about to put her arms up as a defense, only to stop as Mila grabbed a tight hand full of her hair, wrenching her to one side, distracting her and allowing Mila the chance to land a devastating haymaker into her face!

"BWAH!" Morgan cried out, eyes going cross for a moment as she spat out some blood, the whole world around her dropping a few octaves, the sounds blending together while everything got blurry, her brains getting rocked by that punch and in turn leaving her defenseless for the follow up blows that rained down! Instinctively she had her arms up, but it was barely, the defense being meager compared to if she had her faculties fully together, and there was nothing she could do to stop her face from getting more and more bloody and bruised by Mila!

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Knees nailed Morgan’s back as Mika aimed to unseat her. She rolls onto her stomach to push off the mat before charging once again, remounting the skull-faced brawler to continue their punching spree. Warm liquid trickled down her lips as a bloody nose made itself known. It tickled her sense, her tongue passing her lips to lap away the crimson streak. It had been quite some time since anyone had drawn blood from her. Her body began to shake as her pupils dilate for a moment. Her eyes roll back in her head as she can feel herself getting lost in the pain. As the crimson streak smeared, the taste of iron snapped her back to reality, her pools now focused on Morgan as her ever present smile lingered.

She didn’t say a word as she pulled the brawler up to take a nasty haymaker to the face. Her knuckles met tough muscle, it seemed both of them had begun to swell up from the brutal beatings they passed to each other but Mila wouldn’t stop just yet. Morgan had spat out blood, coating the ivory canvas with more crimson. The doll continued, pummeling the Scot into the mat like it was her job.

Only once she saw the bloody bruised mess she made, did she eventually stop. Her hands rise upward, caressing her cheeks as her pale face became flush with a blush. ”Oh…Morgan~. You look so beautiful. Don’t you see? This is my love, and you took my affection like a good doll.” the doll’s eyes darken as her signature giggle began to erupt from her lips, she was bouncing with excitement as her rump came crashing down on their stomach over and over again. ”It makes me want you even more! You’d be perfect for my first new toy from LAW.” she explains with delight.

[Bare]

Morgan was starting to wonder where she was. Not only was this position unfamiliar for her, especially so early into a match, but the repeated impacts and punches she was taking was causing her focus to dip and the lights to meld with the background while the fans cheers and whoops merged into a distant cacophony of noise.

Morgan's arms remained up to try and protect herself but it wasn't much of any defense and despite them she was still taking a lot of shots to the face until eventually she couldn't keep her arms raised, taking a onslaught to the face until Mila finally stopped of her own accord.

Laying on the mat with a dazed expression Morgan would look up at Mila with one function eye, the other having started to swell shut with other bruises and welts starting to appear, coughing up a little blood as her only response to Mila's mad confession, completely and utterly helpless before the doll maker to be done up exactly as she saw fit!

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Morgan looked like a completely different person as Mila’s fist stopped raining down on them. Perhaps she took it a bit too far, turning her new prized possession from perfect condition to mint condition. The small Italian wiped the blood from her nose once more as she shook her head. She used her thumb to lightly smear the blood the brawler had coughed up as her only rebuttal to the doll. Mila’s excitement however didn’t waver, in spite of what she had already done.

”Look what you made me do, Morgan. I only did it to play your game. I’ll have to clean you up nicely before I add you to my collection.” She declares, her fingers sliding along their cheeks as they hook into the Scot’s hair, peeling them from the canvas as she pulls them up to face her. ”You and I, are going to get along nicely. I can feel it. I have the perfect dress picked out for you. But! I’m not satisfied enough to end this just yet, not at all~.” She swoons, rocking back on her knees to slip her boots underneath her small body before standing in a bent position, Morgan still in her clutches.

Mila would attempt to hoist the brawler to their feet, it was quiet obvious she wasn’t mentally here, perhaps she’d knocked a few screws loose, maybe hard enough to turn them into a proper lady, but God, she sure hoped not. Mila would rather do that part more…in depth.

If the doll had managed to guide Morgan to her feet, she’d tuck their head under her shoulder as her arms snake under their own to hook upward. With a bit of grit a bouncing start, the Italian would aim to bring the Scot’s legs over her own as she settled in her hold for a rough submission hold. A barbiecrusher, yes that’s what they called it. An aptly named move. Whilst the doll’s body tensed, she’d dig deep to strain the Scot’s body while her own screams with the yebing tension of her muscles. Mila wouldnt be able to hold this for very long.

[Bare]

Morgan was an absolute mess on the mat, blood covering her face with one eye swollen shut at this point in the beat down she had received at Mila's hands, unable to do anything as Mila had her way with her. Hands sliding over her face and cooing at her as if she was a pet or object to be used by the pink haired doll as she saw fit. A fate that unfortunately... wasn't too far off the mark. At this point... She may as well have been Mila's plaything.

Soon however Mila would decide to move onto something different, getting to her feet and pulling Morgan's dazed, bloodied body up to her feet unwillingly, head lolling to one side and and groaning softly in pain as a result, trying just to be able to look up. However Mila would waste no time in turning things to cement her advantage over Morgan.

Forcing her over and wrapping an arm around her neck making Morgan grunt softly and groaning, her hands weakly slapping at her foe's sides, at least before Mila upped the ante. Feeling her legs grabbed Morgan's eyes would widen slightly as the arm around her neck began crushing her! "Ngh! Agh! Let... go!" Morgan cried out, her feet waving weakly, like a helpless child trapped and unable to do anything!

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Mila was but a scrawny thing, sure she had some strength but a prolonged hold was tough on her small body. Still, in the heat of the moment, the Italian sadist couldn’t help but swoon at her showing. Morgan was nothing more than a helpless doll in the palm of her hand. A plaything she could mold into whatever she desired and the desire that rang loudest was to inflict harm. In the back of her mind, she wanted Morgan to remember this, how she was so adamant on dismantling Mila that when the tables turned this was her fate.

It took the Doll hardly any time to shift Morgan into the hold. Their arms perked up as her fingers interlocked, locking her arms over her own with no real reach for anything. Her legs hooked over her own bare thighs, as fabric brushed against knee socks. The skull-faced Scot’s head locked under her pit, unable to see just how hopeless her situation truly was. Mila would purposefully lower her body, crunching Morgan in the process. The strain immediately making its self known to her poor muscles as they began to burn from the exertion. ”Let…go!” Morgan demands, weakly kicking her feet with no ground or foothold to be found but it was draining the doll.

Her own legs began to wobble as she attempted to keep the hold locked in but she knew her own limits. The Italian couldn’t bear the thought of fumbling her victory over her own ego. Instead of resisting, she gave her legs the reprieve they deserved, falling backward to maximize any pain she could inflict on the brawler before the main course. Just as she made impact with the mat, rump first, she’d loosen her hold for her newfound toy to collapse in a heap.

One might think this would be a prime oppurtunity for a pin but after all this was a submission match~. Shifting upward, Mila would loom over, snagging their left arm before she crossed it over their prone body. She wastes no time in getting to business. Taking her left, she’d twist it along with her adjacent leg, locking it into place as she grabs her right to do the same, solidifying her finisher as she grins. ”Well Morgan, I’d love to say it was fun but I think I’m the only one who enjoyed themselves.” She taunts, a soft crimson stream reminding her of their earlier blow. It makes her chuckle as she smears it away before rolling the Scot overd, promptly resting her bottom on Morgan back, setting her finisher: The Perfect Seat.

[Bare]

Morgan was in pure, absolute, agony, unable to do anything to escape the hold and the sheer pain coursing throughout her body as well. However it wasn't just the pain that was killing her, it was the sheer humiliation and shame of helplessness that she felt right now that was currently bringing the usually proud and brash brawler to tears. Eyes widening in realization as she saw the tears drop down to the mat below her the white haired girl didn't have a chance to process what this meant for her as she would then be dropped down to the mat by her opponent!

"Ugh!" Morgan cried out softly, unable to do anything even now as Mila then got up and grabbed at Morgan's limbs, twisting her limbs around into each other and trapping her against herself, leaving her trapped and helpless as she was rolled over and was then sat on by Mila, trapping her in a considerably less painful, but far more humiliating position! "Ngh! Agh! N-N-No more!!! Please I give up just get this bitch off me I quit!" Morgan cried out desperately so that the ref could end the bout!