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HS: Holly Vs Morgan

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Now I'm that [color="#FF0000"]BITCH[/color]
Now I'm that [color="#FF0000"]BITCH[/color]
Now I'm that [color="#FF0000"]BITCH[/color]
Now I'm that [color="#FF0000"]BITCH[/color]
Now I'm that [color="#FF0000"]BITCH[/color]

The mash up machine kicks in full blast as Faith No More’s hard driving “Another Body Murder” comes over Livvi Franc’s “Now I’m That Bitch”. The fans rain down jeers as Holly steps into the cemetery. Her attire is that of a plaid red and black skirt, and a purple fishnet top to run over a black bra with skulls on both fronts. She snarls in disgust at the camera and then takes off for the ring.

BUFFER
The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a TV time limit of thirty minutes.  Now making her way to the ring is the challenger, from Sin City, Nevada, she is a former women’s champion and The Angel of Death……HOOOOLLLLLLLLYYYYY!

Holly's combat boots stomp up the ring steps and elevate her to the the second turnbuckle. While there she makes a belt motion and offers a smirk to the booing audience. 

COLE
Holly is a former women’s champion and one of the meanest people in the OAOAST, if not the meanest. There is no longer a kind bone in her body. 

The dizzyingly frantic symbols and the ripping adrenaline of [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhJ7b4WJ9Ok"]“This Is How I Disappear”[/url] flow into the arena like a volcanic eruption.

“OHHHHHHHHHH!” the fans murmur, all to aware of the danger ready to descend upon the arena.

COLE
Here comes Morgan!

[i][color="#00BFFF"][b]GO!

To un-explain the unforgivable,
Drain all the blood and give the kids a show.
By streetlight this dark night,
A séance down below.
There are things that I have done,
You never should ever know!

And without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now.
And without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now[/b].[/color][/i]    

Bolts of electricity come screeching down onto the entrance stage and splatter into wild sparks. Every single video screen is filled with flashing beams of electricity. The one exception is the screen that lies above cemetery. It shows the numerous causalities that have marked Morgan’s rampages. The stage is encased in an evil blue light, and is attacked by a final bolt of electricity. As the smoke and sparks fly, the young champion walks onto the stage. She wears a pinstriped booty shorted romper and nervously chews on her hair. Preferring her over Holly or just lik angsty characters, a few fans cheer her arrival.

BUFFER
And the champion! She comes from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, she is a three time women’s champion….MORGAN NERDLYYYYYYYYY!

Morgan stalks down the entry way, her eyes glancing nervously at a crowd that keeps trying to touch and interact with her. 

COLE
Morgan attempting to defend her title against a very fearsome adversary. And we have to wonder will Leon Rodez her, I guess partner, will he finally lay claim to beating Krista after suffering five losses against her since last summer?

[i][color="#00BFFF"][b]Can you hear me cry out to you?
Words I thought I'd choke on figure out.
I'm really not so with you anymore.
I'm just a ghost,
So I can't hurt you anymore,
So I can't hurt you anymore.

And now, you wanna see how far down I can sink?
Let me go, fuck!
So, you can, well now so, you can
I'm so far away from you.
Well now so, you can[/b].[/color][/i]

Morgan gets into the ring and stands on the first rope, while leaning over the second. She casts a quizzical glance at the audience, almost childlike in its odd innocence.

DING DING DING

Holly and Morgan circle the ring, each with hatred and violence sparked in their eyes. Holly adjusts her black and purple arm bands as her red lips curl into a sneer. Morgan’s face is locked tight into an expression of distrust and malice. But despite this Holly attempts to strike first with a lariat. But Morgan ducks the blow, and as soon as Holly turns around she begins tagging her with punches.

COLE
Don’t let the small body and cute face fool you. Morgan is as dangerous as they come.

The women’s champion attempts to whip Holly into the ropes. But Holly reverses that effort and sends Morgan into the cables. When they spit the little Nerdly girl backwards, Holly overtakes her with an arm drag. Down on the canvas, Morgan is trapped inside an armlock. Holly turns her face towards the crowd and hits them with repulsed type of stare. 

COLE
Holly no fan of our many OAOAST Marks.

COACH
Who can blame her? They’re called Marks! Mark is another word for dupe, dumbass, fool, sucka and crony.

Morgan pushes herself to her feet, but the armlock is still applied. Holly adds further misery by grabbing onto Morgan’s golden hair and yanking it backwards. As the champion’s wide blue eyes stare at her, Holly unleashes a barrage of insults towards Morgan. These jabs, however, give Morgan life and she angrily begins rifiling her bare knees into Holly’s face. At that point Holly hasn’t any choice but to let her go.  Morgan takes a moment to catch her breath, bent over with hands on knees. Once recovered she grabs the back of Holly’s fishnet top and launches her into the corner post.  Morgan then comes charging towards her, but Holly flicks her elbow out to bat Morgan away. After taking a second to adjust her arm bands, Holly grabs onto Morgan’s arm and hits it with a single arm DDT!

COLE
Holly delivering that move with precision.

COACH
She learned from one of the best. Mister Logan Mann of the Heavenly Rockers.

The former women’s champion  pins the current one…

ONE!

TWO!

But Morgan  comes alive to kickout. She tries to stand up on her own will, but on all fours Holly’s steel toed boots kick her directly in her stomach. Morgan falls over to her back, whimpering in agony . Eager to make her feel more pain, Holly stomps at various limbs on her body. She makes extra sure to target Morgan’s arms, and Morgan clutches those limbs as a result. Once finished heaping anguish upon the troubled teenager, Holly grabs onto her arm and lifts her to her feet. But now, Morgan finds a sudden burst of life and begins firing away at Holly’s chest with knife chops. The blows hit so hard that they even tear at the fabric of Holly’s fishnet top. 

COLE
Morgan is going to town on Holly! Look at the energy!

Holly eventually does the only thing she can do to end Morgan’s assault; she rakes her bright blue eyes. Morgan stumbles away, screeching in a noise that’s both horror and anger. Holly grins to herself, and then proceeds to strike Morgan’s left arm with strong kicks.

COACH
Those boots are as hard as a rock, Mikey. You step on Holly’s foot and chances are you’re gonna break your own foot. 

Holly then grabs Morgan’s arm, twisting it around and finally slamming it on her shoulder. Morgan staggers away, her hand falling to her hurt limb. With the grin reappearing, the ravishing redhead bounces off the cables. But unfortunately  for her Morgan platform pumps catch her with a leaping dropkick! Holly tumbles over to the floor and Morgan attempts a pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!

Holly escapes the pinfall.

“BOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ignoring the crowd’s reaction, The Angel Of Death leaps to her feet and begins trading punches with Morgan. The women’s champion catches Holly by surprise with a spinning back kick that knocks her totally off balance. Morgan whips her pretty hair backwards, before taking out Holly’s leg with a basement dropkick.

COLE
Morgan is bringing down Holly to her level.  Morgan is very petite, and its essential she keep her larger opponents grounded.

COACH
Ain’t nobody care about that shit. We just trynna enjoy some tities out here, son.

COLE
Can’t argue with that!  

Morgan grabs hold of Holly’s slim legs and carefully puts one in each arm. She then falls backwards with a slingshot that lands Holly right into the corner.  As Holly struggles to regain her breath and bearings, Morgan runs across the ring and nails Holly in the back of the head with a running knee. She then hooks Holly into an inverted facelock and drives her downwards with an inverted DDT! A pinfall quickly follows…

ONE!

TWO!

A kickout!

COLE
That was close to being it, this match almost ended, Coach.

COACH
Better not have, I haven’t fully enjoyed my tities yet.

Holly rises to her feet, snarling mad at Morgan’s resurgence. She blocks two left hands from the champion, and then shoves her into the far ropes. Morgan comes back and Holly strikes her  in her small stomach. After wiping her cheery hair out her eyes, Holly grabs onto Morgan’s arm and prepares for another single arm DDT. But Morgan rips her arm away from Holly, and takes a run of the ropes. But as she comes back to the viscious vixen, she’s thrown across the ring with an arm drag. 

COLE
Holly is sinisterly targeting Morgan’s arm.

COACH
What’s so sinister about good strategy?

COLE
Its just the look in her evil eyes, and the cruelty in her heart.

Holly saunters towards Morgan and confirms Cole’s accusations of evil by stomping her HAND! Morgan shrieks at the top of her lungs, in terrible pain from Holly’s cheap shot. The misery continues to come as Holly drops a leg onto the champion’s arm.  Laughing over Morgan’s misfortune, Holly casually pins her…

ONE!


TWO!

Morgan raises her sore shoulder off the canvas as fast as she can manage.

COLE
If that had been Holly’s husband Logan, he’d be 30 seconds in to a raging tirade.

Only slightly cooler headed than her husband, Holly springs to her feet with disturbed glare at the referee.  She then brings Morgan up by the seet of her booty shorted romper. She leads Morgan towards the corner, and with one violent motion throws her shoulder into the iron posts. While Morgan wails in agony, Holly steps onto the ring apron. While there, she takes Morgan’s skinny arm and repeatedly slams it into the posts. 

COLE
Oh my! This is just horrible to watch.

COACH 
I can see down Morgan’s shirt, and brother, the milk is good!

Only when threatened with a disqualification does Holly cease her dirty play.  Upon stepping back into the ring, she drags Morgan towards its center and hooks her into  a front facelock. Her hands clutch Morgan’s booty romper and then lift her well into the sky. Holly then teeters sideways and crushes Morgan’s wounded arm on the canvas with a sideways suplex.

COLE
I hate to say it but very innovative offense from The Angel Of Death.

Holly lays her arm across Morgan for a pinfall and smokes an imaginary victory cigar….


ONE!


TWO!


Morgan throws her shoulder off the canvas and screams in pain from doing so. Unsympathetic to her plights, Holly returns to stomping Morgan’s arm.  She then pulls Morgan to her feet, and begins twisting her arm very painfully. Once done she slams Morgan’s arms onto her shoulder in an arm stunner.  

COLE
Holly is simply dissecting Morgan right now. Where is that fight we’ve seen from little Morgan so many times?

COACH
You said the keyword, Morgan is little, very little. A bigger more powerful person can bully her, no problem. And disrobe her, hint hint.

Holly takes to the ropes and rushes back to BE NAILED WITH A DIVING LARIAT FROM MORGAN!

COLE
Holly wasn’t expecting that!

COACH
Neither was I! Morgan got go and make me look all foolish as hell.

Holly is quick towards her feet, and her red lips part to express seething rage.  She charges towards Morgan only to be overtaken by a hurricanrana! Both lovely ladies come to their feet, and Holly makes another dash. But this time she’s cut down by a running high knee from the champion. Morgan then puts herself off the ropes, and comes back to land a knee drop onto Holly’s head. A pinfall is then attempted….

ONE!

TWO

Holly kicksout the pinfall. The Angel Of Death is quickly to her feet, and is thrown under a barrage of punches form Morgan’s good arm.  Not willing to be beaten to a pulp, Holly pushes Morgan away.  Morgan promptly comes back, leading Holly to nail her with a back elbow. With Morgan reeling, Holly is able to latch onto her arm and throw her down to the canvas with an arm drag. Morgan tries to scamper away but is caught inside an armlock from the former women’s champion.

COLE
This could be a match ending submission right here. Who knows how much more Morgan’s arm can take. 

Morgan cries in agony, tears ripping down her cheeks. This is all a splendid sight to Holly, who laughes at Morgan’s misfortunes.

COLE
Holly honestly may be seconds away from winning the women's title. 

Morgan begins rallying herself to fight out the hold. Even with the immense pain she fights hard and furious in an effort to escape. Eventually she’s able to win her freedom and come to her feet. Holly tries to further tighten the hold, but Morgan succeeds in pushing them both closer to the ropes. 

COLE
Both these lovely ladies dangerously close to the edge of the ring.

COACH
You know you gay when you describe a hot chick as “lovely”

With one mighty swing of her free arm Morgan succeeds in throwing them both over the ropes onto the mats bellow. The ladies crash in a heap and both their groans are picked up by ringside mics.

COLE
Oh my!

COACH
Oh shit!

COLE
Language, Mister Coachman.

Despite being on the defensive Holly is first to her feet with stomps aimed at Morgan’s badly hurt arm.

“ONE!” The referee begins his count.

“TWO”!

Holly scrapes Morgan’s limp body off the mats and proceeds to chuck her into the guardrail. 

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

Holly continues her violent stomping of Morgan’s limbs.

“FIVE!”

Ignoring the count in the background, Holly pulls Morgan away from the guardrail. 

COLE
Holly has got to beware of the rising count.

“SIX!”

The Angel Of Death then fires Morgan into the steel steps. Morgan again screams in pain as the anguish spreads through her entire body.

“SEVEN!

“EIGHT!”

Chuckling to herself, Holly tosses Morgan into the ring. She then tries to follow her foe back into the squared circle. However, Morgan’s leg flashes out and her heels push Holly away!

“NINE!”

Fuming with a hateful fury, Holly makes another dive for the ring. But once again Morgan somehow manages to swat her away with a flick of her legs. Holly falls backwards to the ground, barely able to get herself up in time to beat the ten count. She makes a dash for a part of the ring Morgan isn’t on. But she’s too late and the referee’s count reaches ten!

DING DING DING DING

“No! No! No! No!” Holly yells, her body halfway in the ring.

BUFFER
Your winner and still women’s champion as a result of a countout…..MORGAN NERDLY!

Holly pounds the mat in frustration, “Unbelievable!“

 

 

 

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