L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Suffering the opening spinebuster seemed to have left Storm with a desire to over-compensate. She remained in all-out attack, leaping forward and clotheslining the Morrigan, who seemed somewhat taken aback by the Scot’s desire to prove herself up to the challenge of a hardcore match.

Morrigan was also literally taken back, surging forwards just at the wrong time to get hit with the full force of the flying clothesline. Storm felt the reassuring smack on flesh of a successful move, followed by the slightly unexpected crunch into the table.

Which exploded into a shower of debris beneath Morrigan’s back.

The heavyweights thudded down to the hard floor together, in a shower of splinters. Fortunately for Storm, she had Morrigan beneath her to cushion the fall, which took the edge off the jarring impact.

“Shit, I broke another table? I’m going to get a reputation,” she quipped, allowing herself a smile as she maneuvered herself into a domineering straddle atop her downed opponent.

Storm considered her repertoire of ground holds, but remembered this was a brawl, not a bout. Respecting this fact, the ascendent Scotswoman held Morrigan’s head down, with a push to her lightly-bloodied brow, took a seat on her chest, and started firing down targeted face punches with her balled right fist.

Credit to Storm, she’d turned this around in a hurry. When the match had started off, Morrigan had been afraid - okay, not ‘afraid’, but concerned - that she would steamroll the woman throughout the match without much trouble. The Morrigan had fought enough big bitches to know that they tended to fold when they came up against a bigger bitch, and she was about as big of a bitch as they came. She would still wipe the floor with Storm without regrets, but she was hoping to get some challenge out of it.

Not even two minutes later and she was on the floor, bleeding from her forehead, putting through a table, with a raging Scotswoman on top of her. How was that for a challenge?

It probably said a lot about the instinct she’d built up as a wrestler that she half-expected her opponent to go for some fancy submission move next. Yeah, this was a bar brawl, but it wasn’t like there was a rule against it. Sabine certainly would.

No, Storm had something a little more straightforward in mind. The Morrigan grunted as he her head was held down, and here came the punches - sharp, heavy, hammering blows to her skull, each one ramming her skull against the floor. Her body jerked about with each hit, and the damage was mounting fast. She needed an out.

There was only way she could see, and that was with brute force. After taking the third - maybe fourth? - shot to the face, Morrigan planted her heels, bridged up hard, and tried to hurl Storm off with an explosive burst, trying to send her rolling away so she could create space.