[center][sup]Collab with [@Silver Carrot] [@Lovely Complex][/sup] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170702/42f5787b96559d73951c32562aa8e170.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170702/ae34fd25d621df2863eae31f674deb00.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/WjkQvaH.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170702/2ae8d997b6dfa3c62333c90dafb2c30f.png[/img] [hr][hr][h3][color=f7941d][color=00802b]Sydney Ellis[/color] vs. [color=a020f0]Morgana[/color][/color][/h3][/center] [hr][hr] [indent]Dawn was standing behind the curtain, glad that this week she was fighting another match finally. Last week she had to give not one, but two nerve-wracking promos. The reception was surprisingly positive, but that just brought more problems. Now people wanted to see her on the mic more, and she was still not comfortable getting in front of that many people and impersonating her drill sergeant, but she had to. She had to get used to this, and better at this, and develop into her own voice, and all before the Requiem Pay-Per-View. Even if she won the championship eventually, giving an impassioned promo at Wembley will be hard to hop as the highlight of her career. The stage crew started counting down, and she put her cap on. Her ring gear this time was arctic camo. It was decided that would be the best contrast to Morgana’s black ensemble. It was time to make her entrance in 3...2...1… The three month-young ring announcer, Vivi, strutted around the ring, wearing red heels and the most divine, form-fitting black [url=http://cdn03.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/lambert-lovelace/adam-lambert-lovelace-hollywood-premiere-13.jpg]dress[/url]. Bringing the mic to her lips, the young beaut gave a pleasant grin and an enticing stare, before unleashing her melting chocolate voice to the AWE crowd, [b][color=49796B]“The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Birmingham, England, a woman on a warpath, standing at 5’8”, and weighing 140 lbs--”[/color][/b] Her head turned toward the entrance ramp and with booming enthusiasm, Vivi cheered, [b][color=49796B]“--SYDNEY ELLIS!”[/color][/b] As soon as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa4UkkzOsaI]her music[/url] hit and she started marching down the ramp, Sydney Ellis noticed that, instead of the mixed, lukewarm reaction of two weeks ago, she was...being cheered passionately by a good deal of the audience, and booed just as passionately by another portion, mostly Morgana fans. She slid into the ring, threw off her cap, and began stretching with the ropes. [b][color=49796B]“Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing from Fairfield, Connecticut, standing at 5’8” and weighing 120 lbs -- this woman would like to be announced as the true sovereign of the woman’s division, MORGANAAAAAA!”[/color][/b] The serpent of a woman was darkly clad, as per usual, and adorned with [url=https://www.instagram.com/p/BNuV9FPgWrV/]leather[/url]. Her skin was ghastly pale and shined with white glitter to give her complexion a flawless, porcelain tone. As distant as Mileena was backstage, the moment her costume was on and the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJ1vSQRyIdA&t=87s]screech[/url] resonated throughout the arena, Morgana took control of the surprisingly introverted woman and was nothing but ready to put on a good show. [color=#3eb489][b]“Wade, Marcus. Y’know what my dream is? Seeing this woman, right here, with her father on that ring, or any ring for that matter. Her promo got me so hyped. For what? For LIES. ”[/b][/color] Kane grumbled into his mic. The Faceless’ return was all a true heel fanboy ever wanted. [color=#3eb489][b]“Sydney Ellis is going to keep this short and clean. End it with a Jackhammer. For all my broken dreams.”[/b][/color] Like her father, Morgana’s act was great for storytelling. Easily manipulated to make her coworkers, wrestlers that work as hard as she has, get the praise they deserve. The strobing lights went off and in a matter of seconds, Morgana appeared at the top of the ramp. Not walked but appeared, as if she was the magical creature that everyone believed her to be, able to cross the distance by dematerializing and rematerializing in and out of existence. When the music shifted to the guitar rift, her body as still as a frozen corpse, the devilish smirk wildly grew on her eerie face, turning her into a vindictive menace, while she methodically rose her palms up in a cultist praise. Her first moments were dedicated to her twirling her body, her long, pink hair flowing within the air. With swift, yet prominent, movements, Morgana hyped the crowd using her undeniable charisma as a weapon and then strided down the pathway. The floor burning behind her with every step. Her icy gaze met the face of the ‘Nobody’, as Barbie put it earlier this evening, in the ring preparing to duel her. The Nobody who wanted to get involved in the witch’s cobwebs and lies. The more Morgana associated herself with her enemies, the more she took in. The way they were, their tricks, their triggers, their… transitory nature… they simply gave her an advantage of hurting them from the inside out. Perhaps not today, but Morgana never forgot what was and has been done to her. She never forgets. She made a promise to herself a long time ago that she would make anyone who dared defy her, suffer. Getting underneath their skin was only the first thing she would do to be that burden they could not bare. She was the devil within. If there was one thing the sorceress did to those who diminished her worth and expected her to respect them, most not even bothering to see if she needed a favor done or two, not even trying to befriend her, well, then she would make their nightmares, her dreams. Worst than her father, the epitome of a monster, could ever be. The devil tipped his hat to her, as she collected the tears of those she despised as pay. A damned soul. A soldier like Sydney Ellis, but with different means, different methods, and different allegiances. In the ring now, standing on the ropes, she pointed toward her screaming fans and yelled, [color=a020f0][b]“Is that all you got?!”[/b][/color] This caused the volume to rise another octave. Years of experience shined through Mileena’s performance. Blood, sweat, pain, pain, a lot of pain, since she was a child. This was her passion. Her life. She [i]loved[/i] wrestling. Soon enough, the ‘deadly nightshade’ crept on her side of the ring waiting for the match to begin. [i]Ding, ding, ding.[/i] [color=1f71dd][b]“And we’re off to the races, I guess we’ll see if your prediction rings true. I don’t know who’s going to win, but I do know that the fans are going to get to see a great performance from two fine athletes tonight.”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“And whoever wins tonight gets to compete with Barbie for the title, so I expect this match to be [i]vicious[/i]. Bring out your inner demons, girls!”[/b][/color] Once the bell signaled off, the sorceress slithered out of the ring with agile speed and hardly any effort. Sydney leered at Morgana as she left the ring for a split second, before rolling out and giving chase around the outside. She wanted as much blood as the crowd did, and there was no way that she was going to let the gothic wrestler escape. Of course, who said Morgana was trying to ‘escape’? If anything, the white soldier was the insect navigating toward her trap, mesmerized by the desire to hurt her, which ultimately put her in a position where the witch could… As sudden as Morgana exited the ring, she slipped back in and charged toward the area where Sydney was en route to. Perks of being the faster one of the two. Grabbing onto the top rope, she swung her legs through the gap between the mid and bottom ropes, her aim was sharp like a razor edge, her legs flew over the apron, and went right where she wanted it to hit. [url=https://imgur.com/vWVcjOI]Sydney’s head[/url]. With Sydney Ellis prone on the ground, all the audience needed to do was blink and the next thing they knew, the goth wrestler was by the brute of the woman looking like a hungry psychopath. There was no hesitation in Morgana’s next actions. Picking Sydney’s face up, by her hair, the spiteful fighter chuckled to herself before smashing it into the ground. Again and again. [i]How’s your face?[/i] [color=1f71dd][b]“Vicious tactics. Say what you will about the AWE women’s personalities — and there is a lot to say on that front — but there’s certainly no denying that they all know how to fight.”[/b][/color] Tsk. A grimace appeared in Morgana’s expression as she thought about Sydney Ellis interrupting her promo. When Morgana was satisfied with the merciless floor kisses she was giving her dear opponent (as far as Mileena and Dawn were concerned, it was a perfect illusion), the countdown had started where Sydney Ellis needed to get thrown back into the ring. The spawn of satan aggressively pulled the bitch up and like the good samaritan that she was, Morgana shoved the Nobody’s ass back into the ring and followed behind, gliding onto the stage. Her stage, where she was the star. To make sure the blonde wasn’t going anywhere, Morgana bounded highly in the air, using nothing but the strength in her jump and the short distance between her and Sydney. Swiftly, urgently, her elbow dropped into the other wrestler’s abdominal. Not stopping for anyone, it was time for her version of the Sharpshooter. [i]No Pain, No Game[/i]. Picking herself up, murder written all over her pale face, Morgana looked down at her opponent who was supine on the mat, seeing nothing but stars. Stepping between Sydney’s legs, with her left, she wrapped the soldier’s legs at shin level around her own, roughly. No remorse. Only pain and suffering. [color=a020f0][i]Can you feel it, now? Do you see why I’m where I am today? Why I’m [b]NOT[/b] my father’s shadow?![/i][/color] Keeping her darling ‘partner’ in place, the wicked lady stepped over the leg she had caught in a grab and flipped the blonde over into a painful submission. Sydney Ellis was back to lying face downward, while the dark mistress sent venomous stings to the blonde’s lower back. Fucking blondes. Just another form of [url=http://blog.retroplanet.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/26629-sp-e1364423887880.jpg]plastic[/url]. Sydney gritted her teeth, and thrashed around in the hold, silently yet wildly selling the great pain that the hold was inflicting on her. She went still, and was squeezing her right arm with her left hand. Finally a mini-victory for Morgana as the powerhouse yelled out in pain. [color=1f71dd][b]“There’s the hold that we’ve seen so many times in the past. It’s won so many battles in the past, maybe it’ll clinch the victory here.”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“All Morgana wants is to go back to the time where she had it all. But that’s the thing, time’s a changin and like you said earlier, the women’s division is thriving with talented wrestlers. [i]Hungry[/i] for the spotlight.”[/b][/color] A few seconds later, Sydney put both hands to the mat, and started to slowly and agonizingly lift her upper body up, then she took one hand away, and in one swift motion, with a quick burst of strength, reared up, reached back and grabbed Morgana’s face with her hand, before pulling her back so that her other hand could reach her, and falling front-first back to the mat, applied a crossface to the painfully bent back Morgana. They now both had each other in submission holds! [color=1f71dd][b]“And just like that, Sydney is back in the fight! This is what I love about this business, anything can happen and it only takes one second for the momentum in a fight to shift — or in this case, for an unstoppable force to meet an immovable object.”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“I’m on the edge of my seat. Who knows who’s going to win?! These girls are too damn good.”[/b][/color] Kane couldn’t contain his marking out. After a brief, painful stalemate, Morgana let go, her face tinted red from the pressure, as did Sydney, and they rolled away from each other, getting back to their feet. Sydney then adopted an MMA stance, and advanced on the taller (by centimeters) yet not as muscular woman. She threw a jab or two, which Morgana dodged, followed by a few legsweep attempts, which were also overcome, though they had the effect of keeping Morgana on the defensive. Unfortunately for the snake, dodging Sydney Ellis didn’t last as long as she would have wanted it to. The army girl feinted to the right and smacked Morgana with a hard left, flooring her. (It didn’t actually connect. Dawn was trying to be careful about that after all the bruises she was responsible for two weeks ago.) [color=1f71dd][b]"And just like that, the unstoppable force has moved the immovable object!”[/b][/color] With both arms, Sydney then picked the prone wrestler up and put her over her shoulder. She charged to one of the corners, ramming her into it with all her might, then turned and did the same with the opposite one, before jerking Morgana up onto her shoulders and leaving her there for a while as she played the crowd a little, strutting around and flexing. Sydney then slammed her hard to the ground, and tried for a cover. 1...2. Kickout at 2. It wasn’t even a close 2 count. Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy to put away the former women’s champion. Lifting Morgana to her feet with one hand, she then flung her into the ropes, waiting for her to come back, her arm ready for a devastating clothesline. Morgana may have not been as chiseled as the powerhouse waiting to knock her over with her arm, but she was one of the most ruthless competitors on the AWE roster today. Never losing her affinity for physical torture, the perplexing enigma that was Morgana ricocheted off the ropes, evaded the clothesline, and allowed herself to be the David in David and Goliath. [color=1f71dd][b]"Effortless movement from Morgana, just like gravity forgot her. She never fails to impress with how easily she can move her body!”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“Both women are terrifying in their own way and you have to expect neither of them are going to let this opportunity slip out of their hands. I want to play this back in slow motion just to see how flawless Morgana’s moves are.”[/b][/color] Effortlessly to the crowd’s eye, Morgana threw herself onto her foe’s body, hugging her legs around Sydney’s neck. After twisting and flying on all sides of the powerhouse until her right leg naturally hooked over Sydney’s left, she trapped the blonde’s arm within her own. The enchantress used her left leg, which had already been draped over the soldier's neck, to force Sydney down to one side. This was her version of the Octopus hold. One of her remarkable finishers, a torso-twisting submission maneuver, the [url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/dc352afac505de03d9c90e8c33ec9105/tumblr_ocm3c69KIm1s5jy2qo1_400.gif]Anaconda squeeze[/url]. Anacondas hunt for a variety of prey, under the cover of darkness. They lurk in the murky waters, waiting for a prey to give them the opportunity to attack. Sydney Ellis was caught in Morgana’s restrain. Trapped. The former champion applied her constrictive technique to finish her prey off. [color=1f71dd][b]"Another submission hold from AWE’s wicked witch of the east! The military conditioning that Sydney has is surely coming into play here to keep her from tapping out immediately! It takes a lot of heart, a lot of guts, and a lot of [i]pride[/i] to not submit when the hold is locked in like that, twisting and squeezing the life out of you — a snake looking to finish off her prey.”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“The best option for the soldier is to batter Morgana until she releases her! Children, don’t go playing with snakes now.”[/b][/color] In response, Sydney fell to one knee, arms shaking as she’s caught in her second submission of the night from Morgana. She roared loudly, trying to get her adrenaline pumping, while riling herself up, and then forced herself off her knee, returning to a stand. After a few more seconds of enduring the pain and gathering her strength, she grabbed Morgana’s body with both hands and charged straight for the turnbuckles, ramming her against them hard and forcing her to relinquish her grip. With Sydney free, and Morgana in the corner, the powerhouse started delivering stiff lariat after stiff lariat to the dazed goth. Was this the end for the witch? [color=1f71dd][b]“Right here, right now in the corner of the AWE ring, we’re watching a witch be burned at the stake!”[/b][/color] The entire arena promptly went black and a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFZ9g9vEdbE]compilation[/url] of noises could be heard causing the audience to go in an uproar. Wind chimes, children laughter, little girls chanting ‘ashes, ashes, they all fell down’, spine-chilling wind, and a distant, ominous piano… the she-devil was forming her next attack. [color=1f71dd][b]"What’s this?”[/b][/color] While the piano still played, but the lights flashed on, Morgana was now behind the woman who thought she was more worth fighting Barbie than she. A woman who DARED defy her. Her head was tilted and her deep, frost eyes were crazed, but what really got the crowd going was the sinister serpent had a chair in her hands and her shallow smile betrayed all innocence. The referee, however, had vanished entirely. [color=1f71dd][b]"Oh no, not like this! Where’s the ref!? There needs to be a stop to this before it gets out of hand! Get another referee out here to stop this!”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“Jesus. This is why you don’t mess with witches! They got supernatural powers that’ll change the whole game.”[/b][/color] Murder was an understatement of what Morgana wanted. With utmost force, the pink haired wrestler collided the chair with the back of Sydney’s body. Smash after smash after smash. Where was her heart? Out for blood, no longer was her sight on the reward. She wanted Sydney Ellis to regret ever stepping out of line. Soldiers were [i]pawns[/i], not leaders. [color=a020f0][i]Climb, soldier.[/i][/color] [color=1f71dd][b]"Again and again with the chair! Have you no heart, Morgana?! Have you no sense of honor!? No [i]soul[/i]!?”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“I’m pretty sure witches sell their soul for their power…”[/b][/color] Breathing heavily, the sound effects coming to a close, this match definitely putting the heartless woman through one hell of an exhausting battle, Morgana tossed the chair out of the ring. Sydney was back on the floor, in massive amount of pain. Running her hand through her long, pink locks, closing her eyes to take a moment to breath in the mystic air around her, Morgana relished in the crowd’s cheers, roars, screams… the heat. Snapping her eyes back open, she returned to her opponent’s side and went to pick her up to finish this match once and for all. Meanwhile, a second referee had rushingly made their way to the ring and slid through the ropes. [color=1f71dd][b]"Here comes another official! Surely this is the end for Sydney.”[/b][/color] Before the goth wrestler could lay another attack on her, Sydney knocked away the hands that were pulling her up. Grabbing Morgana’s head, she hit her with a BFT, sending Morgana reeling. [color=1f71dd][b]"Sydney is getting back control, and dammit she deserves it after that despicable act from the wicked [i]bitch[/i] of the AWE! Take over Sydney! Put her down!”[/b][/color] Back on her feet, and back in control, Sydney swooped down and lifted Morgana up into a Gorilla Press, before simply dropping her and letting her fall over five feet to the canvas. In a strangely uncharacteristic move, the blonde powerhouse then pointed her finger to the sky in a odd fluid and sensual motion for the military punk, that was instantly recognizable as one of Barbie’s taunts, and to complement this, she grabbed Morgana’s leg, and applied the winding and twisting hold that was equally recognisable as Barbie’s signature submission; Legally Blonde. [color=1f71dd][b]"That’s Barbie’s move! Is Sydney going to send a message to the women’s champion by finishing off her greatest rival with her own MOVE?”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“Oh dude, I can’t even handle this right now. It’s so [i]weird[/i] seeing Sydney Ellis pull a Barbie. Man, I thought the match would end with a Jackhammer. But who knows?! Morgana could have more fight in her left and the Legally Blonde will not be the way she goes... again!”[/b][/color] Not only was Morgana stunned by this, but she was in absolute, excruciating pain and it showed in her face. Every attempt she did to try to escape only failed and reluctantly she tried to tap out. She had to. And yet, Sydney saw the hand about to tap out and forcefully grabbed it, before immediately releasing the hold and shaking her head. [i]Not like this.[/i] She’s not going to win like this. Pulling Morgana up by her arm, she threw it over her shoulder, lifting Morgana up in a perfect vertical line, and delivered a devastating Jackhammer! [color=1f71dd][b]"Stick a fork in Morgana, she’s done.”[/b][/color] She makes the cover. 1...2...3! [color=1f71dd][b]"And just like that, we have a new number one contender! If you ask me, Barbie had better watch her back, because her perfect queendom has never been in more danger than it is right now.”[/b][/color] [color=#3eb489][b]“RIP Morgana.”[/b][/color] The bell rang, and Sydney stood up, no longer looking at Morgana, as if, now that she has been conquered, the goth no longer existed. She let the ref raise her hand, then rolled out the ring, retrieving her cap. With nothing left to be said or proved, she marched back up the ramp to the sound of a deafening, mixed reaction. Finally, Dawn thought. She was making some waves![/indent]