A Lesson in Submissions | Morgan Pendragon vs. Halloween Sonohara

[3ho]

It was funny, but Morgan was actually starting to imagine how this match would go with Inose. The pair stuck together like this, all close and intimate. Nothing so serious as to make it those outright hentai matches, but a little fun could have happened.

Instead, she got stuck with Halloween. The one that wouldn't know fun if it landed on top of her and squish her pigtails flat. "You could have hit my head, dummy!" Morgan barked back, tapping the top of her head. "Head trauma is no joke and besides what's a little love tap with an improvised whip, hm?" Morgan teased at that, grinning as she ran her right index finger across Halloween's chin.

FIVE!

"We could just stay down here." Morgan's left hand grabbed Halloween's right wrist and slowly eased it up as if she were going to pin Halloween's hand above her head. "Let the count continue until we end up in a draw and give us time to make amends for all those little grievances. For example..."

Morgan's right index finger shot up and hooked the corner of Halloween's mouth and tugged at her cheek in a fishhooking! "I'll start here!" Morgan giggled allowing the misdirection to try and serve her ultimate goal. That being her left hand pinning Halloween's wrist to the metal framing and grabbing the short length of the rigging rope to tie her wrist in place. It was, a hundred percent, a cheap move to try and get Halloween trapped under here for the full ten count as Morgan made her escape but well, Halloween deserved it so no regrets~

[BlackAkuma]

Halloween, if she were being 100% honest, could not lie - it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world having Morgan laying on her like this. The blonde was far from unattractive - nice body, perky breasts, slim and fit, the sort that she usually went for with women. In another setting, they might’ve been making magic. Heck, Halloween wasn’t even opposed to midmatch making out with the right person.

But Morgan? Eh.

She continued to squirm as the woman poked around her face, taking her time for taunting as per usual. She was also getting close, way too close, and Halloween was becoming more aware than she would’ve liked of their hips grinding together and the heat of her breath. She was about to tell the woman off with a resounding ‘Fuck no’, but before she had the chance-

”Hey, hey!” Halloween squawked as the woman abruptly fishhooked her mouth, putting in her fingers which had been God-knows-where. Halloween would’ve happily bitten her for the trouble, but she was a tiny bit distracted by a far more pressing matter: Namely, her wrist being tied up.

”Dios mio, you little shit! You absolute little shit!” She tried to push Morgan away and frantically reached for the rigging, pulling at the knots with her tiny finger. She would have to tie up her dominant hand, wouldn’t she? ”You suck, Morgan!”

[3ho]

"Hey! Hey!"

Morgan bubbled into a giggle as she tied the knot around Halloween's wrist, keeping her right where she wanted her to be. Oh, it was so much fun to be mischievous and the match setting made it a perfect venue to just let loose. All that earlier abuse now traded for absolute fun at Halloweenie's expense! The moment was infectious as she felt the butterflies in her stomach. It just made her want to-

The blonde grabbed Halloween's unbound wrist and pushed it against the frame of the ring, pinning it as her left hand grabbed the back of her opponent's head and stabilized it. Ignoring the pushes and Morgan impulsively lunged her face forward, lips extending to smash against Halloween's in a kiss!

SIX!

Morgan kept her lips sealed, allowing her only a taste of that dark lipstick to be on her lips as she pulled away. Morgan giggled as she backed away with a shuffle. "Sorry but I had to see what Lovers was talking about." Morgan left that thought hanging there as to what the nature of what her and Lovers were talking about would mean. "What, three more counts left? Maybe if you go ahead and get yourself DQ'd down here, I'll rejoin you, but I have a match to win so see ya~"

She offered Halloween a blown kiss as she started to crawl away, looking to exit from a different side of the ring so that way Halloween would be stuck down here and DQ'd for all her effort!

[BlackAkuma]

Blondes! Frickin’ blondes!

Halloween could - and would, if given half a chance - say a lot of things about Morgan, but if there was one thing she would never fault the woman on, it was her knot-tying ability. She didn’t know how the little brat had managed to synch them in so fast and so well, but fuck, she’d done it. Halloween couldn't slip her hand free for the life of her, and when she tried to reach with her other hand, the woman just pinned her down, and-

Oh. Oh, no.

Halloween realized what was coming at the last moment, but by then, it was far too late. The lips were closing it, the contact was there, and the two of them were caught in the fiery embrace. There was a moment where the reflexes got the better of her and she actually started to kiss back, but she quickly closed her mouth like a steel trap, refusing to give in.

Halloween swung at the woman when she finally squirmed away, but by then she was too out of the way, moving away and saying…something about her and Lovers talking? She didn’t have much time to process it properly, with the referee’s count still going.

”SEVEN!”

”You have got to be shitting me!” Halloween frantically worked at the rope, picking at it, pulling here and there, gnawing, but it wasn’t giving at all, and the count was still going.

”EIGHT!”

”Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck-”

[3ho]

Morgan crawled out from under the apron just as the eight count went on. You know, this actually turned out to be a lot of fun. Morgan thought getting stuck with stuffy old Halloweenie would be a bit of a bore but she was a lot of fun to mess with. Especially when that messing came with dealing her another loss! She even got to steal a smooch out of it.

The blonde slipped back into the ring but didn't bother standing up and instead adopting a rather casual posture as the referee gave another count.

"NINE!"

One count left and the Weenie was still under there frantically trying to work on escaping. It was over and Morgan won a submission match without getting a single submission in! That was actually really funny now that she thought about it. Though other than comedic value, it was exactly a grand spectacle finish.

Morgan tuned her nails on the mat and inspected them, playing to all the hallmarks of showing how easy Halloween was to defeat. That wasn't exactly true but this was the lasting impression people would remember. Still no sign of her opponent poking her head up. She was done for.

"TEN!"

The referee motioned for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Morgan hopped up to her feet. "The winner of this match by disqualification is Morgan Pendragon!" The referee sounded, grabbing the blonde's hand and raising to signal her victory. The crowd as touch mute but they still appreciated the underdog so it worked. Speaking of, she hopped down out of the ring and lifted the apron to see Halloween hiding in her shame.

"Heeeey Weenie~" Morgan giggled. "You lost and I won again so better remember that because I keep kicking your butt!" Not exactly the truth but hey, she did win.

[BlackAkuma]

A DQ finish. Anything but a DQ finish.

Halloween could handle losing. She’d long since accepted that losing was an unwelcome but necessary part of the job, that you learned more from your failures than your successes. While she really - reallyreallyreally - did not want to give Morgan the bragging right, if the woman had just beaten her, she could’ve accepted that. It wouldn’t be the firs time someone she didn’t like got the one-up on her, wouldn’t be the last.

But a DQ? A fucking count-out? Of all the ways to lose a match, it was the most reviled, the most humiliating, the most flat-out boring. For a true luchadora, the only thing worse than losing was losing in a way that gave the audience nothing and sent them home disappointed. Halloween wasn’t just a competitor, she was a performer.

So she fought. She pulled. She tugged at the ropes, put her all into getting free, almost had the last string, and then-

The bell rang.

Slackjawed, stupefied, stunned, Halloween sat in the darkness with her legs crossed and her arm still in the ropes, trying to process what had just happened. She was still in that position, too, when Morgan came down to rub some salt in the wound.

For a moment after Morgan spoke, Halloween just sat there, blankfaced and blinking, barely moving at all save the subtle rise and fall of her chest. After a few seconds that passed like a few minutes, she finally let out a long, drawn out sigh and glared at her foe, eyes narrowing with the tiniest of twitches as she spoke.

”I’m going to remember this, Morgan.”