Lock Down Match: Sublime vs. Angel Morgan

[Sublime]

The lights dim as the White Wedding cover by MurderDolls creeps into the speakers and up the spines of the audience. The titantron flickers to life, throbbing in and out of focus as the the camera traces the lean figure of an attractive woman with long curly black hair. Joey Jordison's sultry voice echoes through the arena, "hey little sister what have you done..." as the lights pulse to the beat and a tall slender feminine figure emerges from the curtains, their hips moving to the music. The shadowed figure's long black tresses sway from side to side and pale slender hands slither down the curves of their body.

Just as the vocalist shouts the word 'shotgun', a steady startling stream of light flares to life blinding the unsuspecting onlookers for an instant. Sublime, clothed in a fitted white muscle shirt and army print cargo pants, can now be seen as plain as day. He cracks his whip in front of him, biting his cherry red bottom lip seductively, and swivels his hips; let the games begin. He then struts toward the ring, the ramp his catwalk, blowing kisses to the crowd and making crude gestures at those ballsy enough to insult him.

Lizzie lifts the microphone up to her pouty lips and an attractive smile graces her pristine features, "The following match is a Lock Down Match. Entering the arena standing at 5'9'' and weighing in at 160 lbs., hailing from Livermore California the dynamic diva SUUUBLIME!"

Sublime pauses at the end of the ramp and throws his hands up into the air while popping his hip to the side. The crowd's reaction is a mixed review; some pumped for the match scream happily with excitement, others boo the transvestite, and still others choose silence, unsure of how to react to this new comer to EVPW. After he was satisfied with his drink of fame, the raven haired beauty ascends the steel steps leading to his stage, sliding slowly between the middle ropes.

JP: "Look Ray, it's your favourite fighting fairy!"

Ray White: "Shut up Jimmy, we both know I can't stand that dirty cross dressing whore."

JP: "You're such a hypocrite Ray, you should be more supportive of somebody as equally unusual as yourself." Ray simply growls in response and crosses his hands over his chest.

Once inside and center stage the astounding brown eyed baby doll prances around the ring, climbing turnbuckle after turnbuckle to hurl his hands up into the air and cause another eruption of cheers and boos. After having his fill he saunters to the middle of the ring and swings his arm over Lizzie's shoulders. Lizzie looks up at him with a friendly smile that is easily returned by Sublime. The two beauties then turn their attention to the ramp awaiting the arrival of Sublime's opponent.

TBCB Angel Morgan

[Angel Morgan]

Sublime continues to state across the ring her focus completely on the entrance ramp as the sound of Wedding cover by MurderDolls drowns away until its no longer heard amounts the noise of the crowd who turn their attention back to the entrance ramp after taking their last photos of Sublmies entrance. The fans begin to scramble back toward the barricade ready to get the best view possible of the next superstar about to step out through the curtain.

The fans continue to wait until finally the arena is jolted to life by the booming sound of "Home" By three days grace. The fans instantly rise to their feet in a chorus of booing. Some try to mask the boo's with cheers but are quickly drowned out by the mass booing. The Lights instantly drop basking the arena in darkness until the spotlights kick into action flashing wildly throughout the packed arena.

I'll be coming home
Just to be alone
Cause I know you're there
And I know that you don?t care
I can hardly wait to leave this place

No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
Till you get off my case


By now Angel Morgan has already taken her place on the stage. Many of the fans are holding abusive signs up almost waving them at Angel hoping she reads them. Angel takes little notice of the fans as she throws her arms up either side of her head swinging her hips to the side. She smiles broadly clearly enjoying her moment in the spotlight. The fans continue to boo Angel as she lowers her arms and locks her eyes onto her opponent.

Ray: PPFFFT Look at Angel. Who does she think she is? Really? I Mean all week she's been talking about over throwing NVX...what does she think she's really playing at? NVX is far too sexy to be over thrown.

The sound of laughter is heard from the announce table as JP struggles to contain himself.

JP: Really Ray? Angel's Here to compete here tonight. I Dont think she has a secret agenda. If She does...She's keeping it very quiet. Angel Seems to have her sights set on Sublime right now. I Dont think NVX or the XWO are even on her mind at the moment.

Angel is now already on the ring apron. She spins delicately across the ring her feet moving so quickly they hardly touch the apron. She Then stops in the centre and flicks her hair backwards a little before wrapping her arms over the top rope and flipping effortlessly backwards bending her knees perfectly on impact with the canvas. Angel's smile hasn't faded and she seems pretty happy with the match that is about to take place. The Wednesday night sensation takes herself over to the corner closest to her stepping up onto the second rope and posing for a moment before pointing to a fan in the crowd who's holding an abusive sign. Angel then points back to her face which is still in a smile showing the crowd she cares little about their insults. Angel then jumps back down into the ring walking quickly to the center and she continues to stare down Sublime

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[Sublime]

Sublime smirks and chuckles lightly as Angel continues to stare him down, utterly amused by the cocky girl's display. The zebra striped ref stands between the two, arms held out to prevent the divas from beginning battle before the ringing signal. Then the sweet sound of the bell plays in their eardrums, the smiles painted across the two beauties faces broadening, and the man in black and white quickly darts out of the line of fire. They stand for a moment, eyes locked intently on each other, but Angel's ego and thirst for blood easily pushes the XWO member into making the first move. The mischievous angel hastily breaks into a run and thrusts her arm out to her side, slamming her forearm into the chest of Sublime and sending the lesser experienced wrestler sliding across the mat. Morgan continues on her supercharged path, bouncing off the ropes and bounding back toward her opponent, a wicked grin plastered on her face. As the brown eyed angel narrows in on her target she jumps into the air and readies herself to slam an elbow down on Daius. Though to the great disappointment of the over zealous diva, Sublime easily rolls out of the way of the attack and Angel Morgan connects with the ground with a devious thud.

The tattooed siren bounces to his feet and stares down at his opponent as she writhes in pain, a wicked smirk dancing across his feminine features. He lashes out at the susceptible Morgan, the sole of his boot connecting with the voluptuous brunette's temple. Angel screeches and clutches the side of her head, rolling away from the over shadowing figure of the larger diva. Morgan shoots a nervous glance at Sublime as he saunters toward her, brown haired diva pretending to still suffer from the earlier attack. As soon as the transvestite is within reach the smaller wrestler leans back on her elbows and launches her foot into the stomach of her opponent. Sublime bends over slightly, clutching his stomach and struggling to breathe as the sensual Angel quickly pulls herself back up into a standing position. She bounces in place for a moment, getting her barrings, before releasing a flurry of punches on her opponent.

Sublime groans and struggles to create a shield around the areas of assault, but to no avail. The energized diva continues to deliver blow after blow, each one stronger then the last. Finally, she hits a sweet spot across the side of Daius' unguarded head.

Now, with Daius dazed and wobbly on his feet, Angel Morgan sees a chance to knock the newer diva down a few pegs. She smiles menacingly before twisting her body around and unleashing a shocking kick to Sublime's ribs, then an equally breath taking kick to the chest followed closely to a spinning back kick to the raven haired beauty's cranium. Once the bombardment is completed and the dust has cleared Daius once again falls to the mat.

JP: "Angel Morgan is monopolizing this match! I hope the underdog Sublime can manage to pull himself together soon or it's going to be a rough night for the fighting fairy."

Ray: "Show no mercy Angel! Beat that fake to a pulp!!!

JP: "I can't believe you're actually rooting for Angel Morgan... I thought you hated her Ray."

Ray: "Yeah.... But I hate Sublime more... GO ANGEL!" Jimmy shakes his head in response to his companion's ridiculous behavior, choosing to return his attention to the match rather then listen to Ray.

Angel, seeing a grand opportunity before her, quickly moves down on her opponent. Once on the ground, she wraps her arms around Daius' slender neck and her legs intertwine with Sublime's in a grapevine choke. Angel laughs manically as she pulls back on the transvestite's head and he uselessly struggles to escape.

[Angel Morgan]

Sublime lets a cry of pain escape his mouth as he tries desperately to claw the hands of his opponent away from his neck. Angel continues to apply pressure a grin on her face as she senses the experience factor in her favor. The crowd begin to boo and jeer to-wards Angel who instantly begins to snap abuse back to-wards them a smile still spread eagerly across her face as she torques back on Sublimes neck once more.

Sublime Again whimpers in pain as his opponent continues to abuse his body. Angel continues for a few moments before finally forcing Sublimes face down into the canvas. Daius's Face smashes into the hard canvas snapping backwards as it does so. Instantly blood begins to trick down from the nose of the very beautiful transvestite's nose. The Wednesday Night Sensation has already moved herself towards the turnbuckle laughing to herself as she watches Sublime craw desperately and slowly towards the ring ropes opposite her.

Angel watches, her eyes eager and locked onto the body of Her opponent as the zebra stripped official steps forward kneeling slightly and checking the condition of the downed member of the match. Once satisfied the match can continue he steps away and Angel pushes forward a look in her eye showing she is fully intent on causing some more damage to her opponent. Morgan takes a few steps forward mocking Sublime with continuous abusive comments towards the transvestite.

JP: Wow...Angel's really thinking these comments over in her head...she's really abusing Sublime here...I Think Angel's really feeling bitter tonight she hasn't had it easy these last few weeks..

Ray: I Hope Angel takes it to that fake. Why Would A Man Pretend to be a women? If he's a Man...He Should Be ALL Man.

JP: Ray....Please, Just Watch The Match

Angel Morgan reaches forward winding her fingers around the dark brown hair of her opponent before pulling upwards yanking every strand within her grasp upwards surging pain through the scalp of the more unexperienced wrestler in this match up. The Wednesday Night Sensation hauls dauis to his feet quickly pushing him backwards into the turnbuckle. Her opponents back smashes into the lightly padded steel causing her to instantly scream out as her body bends awkwardly around it.

Morgan still has a smile etched across her facial features as she continues to punish the body of her transvestite opponent. The fans quickly let Angel know what they think of her, with more abuse directed towards her. It seems to go straight over Angel's head as she doesn't seem to let it phase her as she Steps onto the second rope, the bottom of her stomach is directly infront of her opponents face as she rains down rights and lefts on sublimes face.

The crowd begin to count along, in time with every Punch that connects with The beautiful face of the brown haired beauty sublime. When the count reaches 8 Angel is suddenly caught off guard with a retaliation from her opponent as she receives a shot to the back, before another one connects with the back of her leg causing it to buckle and Angel to loose her balance sending her falling backwards into the ring. Her back slams into the cavas sending a small vibration across the mat.

Dauis grabs a hold of the top rope trying to compose himself before Angel gets to her feet again. The Sensation rolls onto her chest as she grabs her back in pain showing the crowd she's taken a pretty bad bump. Sublime Takes a few deep breaths as she looks down at the tanned, toned and quickly re-cooperating body of Angel Morgan as she tries to scramble back to her feet.

Ray: Oh, Sublime seems to be getting back into this match up right now. Damn It, C'mon Angel get That Transvestite!

JP: Ray, Please. Just Because Sublime Is A Transvestite Doesn't Take Away From The fact That He Can Wrestle...Lets Concentrate On This Match Up Between The Two Then? Yes?

Ray: Right Right....Im Sure I Can TRY And Get Over It....Its Just I Dont Understand It At All...

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[Sublime]

Wheezing gasps rack the worn form of the raven haired beauty's body, dark eyes narrowing angrily on his opponent. Sublime drags a shaky hand over his upper lip, smearing the blood dribbling from his nostrils across his face and chuckling lightly. His tongue slithers across his ruby reds, tasting, and he stares down at the vibrant liquid coating his hands in astonishment; drink it in. Gnawing on his lip ferociously he once again locks eyes with the downed Wednesday Night Sensation and a playful smirk slowly creeps across his feminine features. Angel's features contort in agony as she pushes herself to her feet, leveling with the amused Sublime, and soon returning her opponents mischievous smile. The devious angel, once again unable to sedate her hunger, breaks into a run and launches at her opponent breaking the silent exchange. Morgan digs her boots into the transvestite's stomach and wraps her hands around the back of his head. Then, the high flying beauty pulls back, using her weight to toss the larger wrestler over the top of Angel Morgan's body in a gloriously executed monkey flip. Upon impact Sublime wails in pain, arching his back and gripping at it protectively while Angel jumps to her feet, taunting the crowd gleefully. Sublime groans loudly as he once again hoists himself up into a standing position, with his opponent's back to him, an idea pops into his head and a grin flashes on his face. In an instant Sublime is bounding across the ring, Angel still oblivious as she continues to interact with the audience. Daius releases a war cry of sorts before jumping into the air and onto the back of the ravishing brown haired angel, sending her hurtling toward the mat. The ear-splitting sound of Angel Morgan's scream of pain nearly shakes the stadium and flips the stomachs of the onlookers. Blood spurts from the beauty's now broken nose and she continues to wail in torment.

Daius leans in close to Angel's ear and whispers in a sickeningly sweet voice, "an eye for an eye honey."

JP: "And it looks like Daius just might turn this thing around, I must say that was a terrible thing to witness, I would hate to feel the wrath of The Collusion Course."

Ray: "Angel's just letting the whore get a few shots in, that's all, just trying to get Sublime's confidence up so she can take more pleasure in tearing it down."

JP: "Yeah, keep telling yourself that Ray...."

Sublime straddles his downed opponent and slides his smooth hands down the sides of her face, stopping to interlock his fingers at her chin. The crowd cheers the giddy Tranny on as he begins to pull back on her head and look out into the crowd, smirking happily. The zebra striped ref moves in close to the two wrestlers and watches Angel Morgan closely for any sign of a tap out. Gritting his teeth with the power he is exerting the tattooed siren continues to pull back harder and harder, but his opponent does not seem ready to give up any time soon. Angel struggles to wriggle out from under the less experienced wrestler, but to no avail. Though within seconds she manages to free herself by artfully stretching her feet and smashing her boot in the middle of Sublime's lower back. Sublime growls loudly as he careens forward gripping his spine and tumbling across the mat.

Ray: "TOLD YOU!" Ray White cackles evilly and thrusts his hands into the air, reveling in his assumed victory.

JP: "You have problems Ray..."

Angel bounces to her feet and furiously wipes the blood from under her nose. She stares down at Daius writhing in pain on the mat, nostrils flaring and chest heaving as the rage builds within. The Wednesday Night Sensation shakes her luscious curly locks out of her face before stalking over to Sublime. She grabs a handful of the raven haired beauty's chocolaty tresses and pulls her up onto her feet. The fallen angel steadies her opponent, giggling amusedly all the while, and then takes a few steps back. Sublime manages to focus his vision just in time for the awesome aerialist to swing her leg around in a delicious round house kick that causes the beaten beauty to crumble to the ground yet again.

Angel throws her hands up into the air and walks around the ring, a deafening wave of boos erupting from the crowd. She laughs loudly and glances back at the pitiful Sublime, shaking her head as the tattoed vixen pulls himself into a wobbly standing position.

[Angel Morgan]

Angel continues to laugh at her opponent obviously feeling little remorse for her actions so far in this match up. The sensation shakes her head pitifully showing sublime the ride isn't yet over, and that it only gets harder from here. Sublime seems to catch on and nods showing he understands this and is ready and willing to continue the match. His opponents facial expression changes suddenly from pitifully to vengeful, as Angel never seems to forget when an opponent puts her down on the mat even if it has only been for a short while.

Morgan struggles to control her anger and suddenly snaps running at sublime a devilish look on her features as she charges forwards spreading her arms out at either side of her, Before connecting with sublimes gut with a well paced tackle. Although the move is not exactly technical it is effective as Angel's opponent finds himself being slammed into the canvas, his head bouncing off the mat, the move is quickly continued with a string of rights and lefts from the small but vicious Angel Morgan who seems clearly happy about her progress in this match sensing it is going to continue in her favor.

Sublime struggles desperately to make his opponent retreat, wildly throwing punches that connect with nothing in a bid to push the senseless Morgan off him. However she simply continues the attack moving her head within a few seconds of another stray punch. Eventually though sublime gets one right and manages to pound his left fist into the nose of his opponent. Angel instantly falls to the side letting out a cry of pain as she goes back to nurse the previously injured nose. New floods of blood begin to pour down the beautiful face of The Wednesday Night Sensation as she crawls towards the corner hoping to get some time to re-cooperate and assess the damage done to her throbbing nose.

JP:Well that was something...Sublime managed to connect with the NOSE of Angel...fancy the chances? thats gotta make Angel an easy target right now. I think that nose is defiantly broken, if not...Angel's a very lucky girl.

Ray:You said it...you dont loose that amount of blood from just a busted nose. I Think Angel's gonna need to see a doctor after this one..

JP: Thats not saying sublime isnt...He's taken a pretty bad beating this match. I Dont know who to be pulling for. Angel or Sublime...This one is gonna be tough to call.

Angel leans desperately against the bottom turnbuckle her back resting on the light padding as she gingerly pulls her bloody hands away from her nose, already in the ring a trail of blood has begun to form from where the sensation has just crawled from. She gently assess her nose seeming totally unaware of the situation infront of her. Sublime is on his feet and within moments is in front of his opponent. He quickly delivers a boot to Angel's head. Something she didn't expect. Morgan reels backwards falling hard against the turnbuckle and banging her head on the steel behind her.

Sublime continues the assult deliver boots to the chest and legs of his challanger before reaching down and locking his fingers around a few precious strands of Angel Morgan's beautiful brown locks. Sublime heaves her to her feet quickly setting up for his next move. He grabs Angel forcing her head under his armpit before draping his opponent's lifeless arm across the back of his skull. He then reaches down grabbing a firm hold of Angel's wrestling tights before lifting up and pulling Angel backwards.

However, Sublime dosn't lean back hard enough and Angel reacts quickly managing to plant her feet quickly on the canvas stopping the suplex from vibrating her spine across the mat. Morgan then moves her arms locking them around the chin of sublime. With blood still running perfusly down from her nose Angel drops down into a split position her legs slap against the mat as Angel's flexability make sthe move look effortless. Sublime is also brought down onto the mat, his head snaps upwards as Angel stops against the mat causing a wiplash like effect that sends sublime crashing against the canvas before he rolls quickly out of the ring in a bid to protect himself from further bodily abuse.

Ray: Quick thinking from Angel. What a way to change a move to your own favour.

JP: Agreed. Angel's flexability really helped her there, she got the heads up on Sublime. I Think Angel minght just be a few steps ahead of him.

TBC: Sublime ( Sorry It Took Me So Long To Post, I Know How Annoying It Is When your Waiting)

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[Sublime]

Sublime, weary from battle, stands on wobbly legs outside of the ring. Rivers of sweat trickle down his neck and face, the hot salty liquid dripping into his eyes, causing his vision to blur. His body trembles as a cold breeze licks his fiery flesh, the icey caress offering a moment of reprieve from the heat emanating from his body and gnawing at his muscles. The raven haired beauty contemplates running from the match... The soothing cradle of the numers spewing from the ref's mouth nothing short of a miracle. He knew it was an attempt of coxing Daius back into the ring, a very sad attempt. Escaping from the blood thirsty banshee in the ring was all that he could seem to think about, but before the brown eyed wonder could turn tail and run, something smashed down on his prone body like a ton of bricks.

Angel Morgan had had plenty of time to recover, watching a war wage within the handsome transvestite's head, biding her time for the proper moment to crush his dreams. When she saw that light in his chocolate coloured orbs, she knew she had to steal away that glimmer of hope. In an instant she was barreling across the circled square and over the ropes like a graceful bird. Arms open wide, Angel's body collided with Sublime's body with a monstrous smacking noise and a squeal from the less experienced wrestler, causing both of the divas to collapse to the ground. Angel Morgan easily recovered, adreniline pumping through her viens, pushing away the pain and causing electric waves of energy to wash over her body. Pleased to hear the count started over, Angel hooks her fingers around Daius' moistened locks and hoists him to his feet. She stares into his eyes for a moment, a mocking smile on her bloodied face, "you didn't think I'd let it end that easily did you?"

A throaty growl escapes from deep within Daius' chest and The Wednesday Night sensation releases a menacing cackle before tossing her opponent back into the ring. Sublime rolled across the ring and lay there, unable and unwilling to move, his nerves screaming at him from every inch of his body to go to sleep. The zebra striped man continues to count, the crowd screaming along with him as he shouts five and holds up his fingers. Angel tosses a grin out into the crowd who returns a flurry of hisses and boos, she then makes her way over to the ring apron and disappears into it's open mouth.

JP: "I don't know what Angel's up to, but I don't think I'm going to like it folks.... Why doesn't she just let Sublime give up, she's got him beaten!"

Ray White: "Because JP, she's got to teach him a lesson, she's got to show him that he's dirt beneath her feet."

JP: "Well I think she did a fairly decent job of that when she gave him a taste of her suicide dive.."

Ray White: "Silly Jimmy, that was just the beginning."

The vicious vixen finally emerges out from under the ring with a pair of shiny silver handcuffs gripped in her left hand. The crowd erupts in a harmonious boo, everyone uniting in their utter distaste for the devious Angel Morgan. Angel twirls the cuffs playfully on her pointer finger as she struts toward the ring, sliding in just as the ref shouts out quite exuberantly, "NINE!"

Sublime has managed to crawl to the opposite end of the mat, gripping it's fabric desperately as he struggles to escape from the terrible wrath of the phsychotic Angel. So close and yet so far from the way out of this arena, the way out of this match. Thick black lines of runy eyeliner coat his cheeks as tears of desperation pour from his reddened eyes. Morgan laughs at the ridiculous display and continues to saunter over to her fallen foe, sliding the cuffs over her knuckles and a twisted grin onto her face. Angel latches onto the blubbering Sublime's head and yanks his face up so that she can look him in the eye. Her smirk grows wider, sicker if even possible, and she smashes her armored knuckles into the face of the raven haired beauty. Over and over again, the metal kisses Daius' supple skin, over and over again Morgan releases a gleeful giggle.

JP: "This is just sick, I don't think I can watch.... Sublime doesn't have a chance and Morgan.... Well she's just having a blast."

Ray White: "So am I JP..... So am I," Ray giggles and claps his hands as Angel once again smashes her fist into Sublime's visage.

JP: "You make me sick."

The ref manages to pull Angel from her opponent and moves in to check on the beaten Sublime. Deciding that the transvestite can still manage to go on, the zebra striped offical gives the 'ok' to continue the match. Morgan nods her head with a laugh before grabbing a hold of her opponent and lifting him back into a standing position. The Wednesday Night Sensation backs away a bit, tossing the hand cuffs off to the side and locking her gaze on the trembling tattooed siren. Once a good distance from her opponent Angel throws her hands up into the air, drinking in the sweet embraced of the crowds hateful remarks, and breaks into a run. Angel takes flight managing to wrap her legs around Sublimes neck, swinging around and flinging him to the ground roughly in a Headsissor Take Down. Sublime falls to the ground like a rag doll and Angel bounces to her feet easily, thrusting her arms into the air again to cause another burst of boos. She glances down on the raven haired beauty, satisfied to find the transvestite writhing in pain on the floor beneath her. Angel crouches down beside Sublime, blowing him a kiss and snickering at him.

"You never had a chance Sublime honey, not a chance."

Sublime groans, struggling to remove the beer goggles that seem to have been slipped over his eyes, "Fuck..." he takes a deep wheezing breath, "you."

JP: "A perfectly executed Headsissor Take Down, I'm starting to think this thing isn't going to end until Sublime stops moving all together."

Ray White: "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Angel chuckles jumping to her feet and turning on her heels, her dark eyes centering on the golden chalice. She grabs a hold of either side of the turnbuckle and springs, legs open wide in a chineese straddle. Her stems bounce on either rope and she flips backward taking to the air as she spins her body in a corkscrew before slamming down on her opponent. Morgan then jumps to her feet, smiling happily and strutting around the ring, wallowing in her assumed victory. Though, glancing back at her opponent's unmoving form, she finds herself still hungry for more blood... More pain... More torture for the diva that dared to defy her.

JP: "And Morgan takes the Angel Wings to the helpless Sublime, I don't see this match turning around any time soon, Morgan definitely has this one in the bag."

Ray: "I could have told you that from the beginning, I mean honestly, did you really think that Sublime had a chance at all? HAH!"

(It's okay, I was just worried that you weren't going to post at all, considering you're LOA... I don't mind waiting, I'm just having too much fun to stop.)

TBCB Angel Morgan

[Angel Morgan]

Angel paces around the ring, the smirk on her face falling dramatically as she looks down at her opponent. Thirsty for more screams of pain from Sublime. Angel almost resembles a wild animal waiting to kill their prey as she continues to stalk her opponent as he begins to stir rolling slowly onto his front before pulling himself towards the ropes. Sublime extends his hand looking to reach the ropes; however Angel is already on top of him, she lifts her foot up dropping it viciously onto sublimes hand. He automatically screams out in pain. Angel's body seems to relax more on hearing this as she stomps again, wanting to hear more pain from her opponent.

The Wednesday Night Sensation laughs at her opponent her face scrunches into a smile as she looks to be pitying the pathetic attempt to reach the ropes her opponent just made. Sublime manages to bring his hand into his chest in this brief laps in Angel's attack. He begins to nurse his hand trying to keep himself in the match up. Angel turns her head to the crowd who erupt with a colossal and continuous boo towards the young female as she spreads her arms out at either side of her body mocking both the fans and her opponent sublime. She then turns back towards her downed opponent walking quickly towards the transvestite, Angel grabs his leg and using all her strength pulls him back into the center of the ring before delivering one last kick to the back of Daius's head sending his face bouncing into the canvas once more.

Angel turns her body so now her back is facing the back of her opponents head, with one foot between her opponents legs, the other slightly to the side of them. Angel reaches down wrapping sublimes legs around her own, making sure she does it so that sublime will feel as much pain as humanly possible. Angel then bridges backwards again using her flexibility to her advantage. She manages to hook her small hands under the chin of the lovable transvestite before pulling back on it and lifting her legs upwards at the same time pulling sublimes body into a position it's never been in before causing him to scream out yet again in excruciating pain.

Ray: Angel really taking it to sublime here tonight, this move is one of Angel's trademarks and its been known to deliver enormous amounts of pain to an opponent. Heck Angel nearly made Rhaps tap with this move a few months ago. It's something Angel uses when she gets like this...hungry for any kind of pain she can inflict.

JP: It really is a beautiful move. A bridging inverted grapevine STF, i understand why people say its so painful. And the way Angel torques back on the legs and neck forcing the back to arch upwards...Its not surprising alot of people have tapped out to this.

Ray: Yes...But sublime can't tap out. This match requires one participant to be chained or handcuffed into the corner...No pinfalls...no submissions...

JP: Your right there Ray, but this move can really weaken someone. Make them almost unable to continue. Angel's thinking logically. Never count her out...Never

Sublime continues to scream out in pain as Angel continues to fire abuse at her opponent.
C'Mon Baby...You never Really Thought You Had A Chance Did You...? Its Over Sublime...Its Over.
Sublime continues to scream out, both from the pain and trying to block out Angel's voice altogether. Angel pulls back more on Sublimes legs, although she doesn't seem to be getting the response she wanted. After a few moments Angel releases sublimes head from her grasp slamming it forwards into the mat crushing her opponent's nose against the unforgiving canvas. Angel then quickly bridges up getting to her feet and walking towards the corner turnbuckle.

Once there Morgan steps outside the ring, her feet resting on the apron as she looks across the ring at her now slightly moving enemy in this match. The Wednesday Night Sensation then takes a deep breath before taking herself to higher ground and climbing the turnbuckle. Angel pulls herself onto the very top perching a-top it perfectly balanced. Sublime continues to move, still dazed and struggling to move without shaking uncontrollably. The lovable transvestite finally pulls herself to her feet using the ring ropes as leverage. He turns around totally oblivious to the situation as Angel extends her legs and stands up fully on the top rope.

JP: Look How high up Angel is. I Dont know what she's thinking...But this could either make or break this match for her...

Ray: Angel is used to being on high ground. This isn't something new to her. But i have a feeling that she's not thinking completely straight right now. Angel's had a few problems these last few weeks. She's been taking all of that out on Sublime. But i think maybe Her anger has gotten the better of her now...And she's just simply acting on...Impluse alone.

TBC: Sublime
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[Sublime]

The phoenix stands atop her victory pedestal, arms opened wide like a magnificent bird boasting it's monstrous wingspan. The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos, shaking the unsteady Sublime on his gelatin legs whilst causing him to jerk his head up toward the vivacious Angel Morgan. His moody chocolate orbs narrow in on the devious diva perched on the turnbuckle and nostrils flare. Angel too diverts her gaze to the grounded Sublime, his searing gaze causing goose bumps to rise on her hot flesh, though she doesn't show it. No, the cocky minx merely shoots a merciless smirk at the exhausted wrestler below and laughs amusedly. Sublime can feel the rage bubbling in his stomach, hot anger like molten lava builds and threatens to spill over the top, but Sublime manages to stay still.... Biding his time and coxing the egotistical aerialist to come down and play with his weak display, a target painted across his bloodied face that the thirsty Angel wouldn't be able to deny.

Easily drawn into the bear trap the antsy angel turns toward the crowd, her back now to Sublime, and throws one last taunt out to the hungry dogs. The crowd releases another flurry of insults at the exuberant Angel Morgan before she throws her body backward. Heels over head she falls with grace toward the unexpectedly prepared Daius.

JP: "There's no way this is going to turn out good... Either Daius is decimated by Angels aerial skills or Angel makes friends with the mat."

Ray: "I vote Angel takes Sublime out like the trash he is!"

JP: "I dunno Ray... There's a twinkle in that fairy's eyes that I just don't like... I think Angel is about to seriously regret putting herself on the line."

Like a vicious snake waiting patiently in the grass he springs to life as the soaring beauty plummets toward him, easily repelling the attack and sending her crashing to the unforgiving mat. The devilish diva merely stopped Angel with his out-stretched hands, her body smashing into Sublimes stop signal as if it were a brick wall. Morgan, halted mid-air and sent tumbling to the ground head first, howls gripping her head as she rolls from side to side on her stomach. Sublime watches for a bit, a solemn expression on his face and his hands resting on his wide hips. He then begins to circle, moving in ever closer ever so slowly... Carefully. His upper lips twitches in annoyance, Angel's pained screeches assaulting his eardrums, and slams his boot down on her head. The beaten beauty groans, her cries dying down to soft whimpers, and Sublime moves in for the kill.

JP: "And Sublime turns the tables on The Wednesday Night Sensation! WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING!?!"

Ray: "Shut it Jimmy, I don't want to hear a word about it..."

JP: "About what? About how absolutely retardedly wrong you were? About how your biased shit is getting old?"

Ray: "Douche."

The raven haired beauty stands over his fallen foe, one leg on either side of the downed Angel's trembling form. He bends down and grabs two handfuls of her hair, forcefully jerking back and hoisting her a foot from the mat. A mischievous smile makes it's way onto his features and he releases his grip, slamming his foot down hard on the middle of her back and smashing her pretty little face into the mat. A fresh river of blood spews from Angel's tortured nose and she twists around to look up at her opponent, only to make acquaintance with the soul of Sublime's boot. The Wednesday Night Sensation wails in agony, her nose throbbing and tears pouring from her eyes, but the pain only pushes her further over the edge... Causing the brown haired beauty to want to rip the feisty transvestite apart.

JP: "And more blood covers the mat, who would have thought two.... Uhhh... Divas, could have caused so much bloodshed!"

Ray: "I know... It's... Just.. Di- Ahhraaaaghhhhaaa," Ray White hurls off to the side, his well known weak stomach taking a hold of the man in purple.

A twisted grin appears on the mangled face of the voluptuous vixen as a thought creeps into her mind. Her fist shoots out with lightening like quickness and connects with Sublime's groin. He yelps in surprise and collapses to the side, comforting his injured man bits. Angel laughs and jumps to her feet, sauntering over to the writhing Sublime who now lay on his side, coughing and trying to make the pain in his family jewels subside. Morgan chuckles and kicks the transvestite in the stomach, pleased to be back on top.

JP: "And Angel reminds Sublime of his biggest weakness! OUCH!"

Ray: "YEAH! GO ANGEL WHEEEEEE!"

The Wednesday Nigh Sensation leans down and pushes Sublime onto his back. She then breaks into a run, bouncing off of the ropes and stampeding toward her downed opponent. Angel lets loose a war cry of sorts before jumping into the air and letting her leg fall across the chest of Sublime. Daius frees an animalistic scream from his lungs, his legs and arms shooting into the air and reaching for some unseen assailant. Angel giggles happily, like a child toying with one of her many dollies, and straddles the immobile Sublime. She then begins to rain punches and elbows down on her opponents face, Daius struggling to shield himself with his forearms.

Suddenly he breaks through the onslaught and bashes his head against Angel's with a primal grunt, her tender nose once again a target of abuse. The beaten beauty wails and rolls back off of her opponent, her hands cupped over her nose in an attempt to stop the blood flow. Angel pushes herself to her feet and backs into a turnbuckle, nursing her flooding wound. Sublime huffs and groans audibly as he too pushes himself to his feet. Though as soon as he thinks he has his footing he is taken back down by a piercing shoulder to his gut, Angel spearing him like a callous bullet tearing through it's victim.

JP: "And Angel Morgan is once again dominating this match up! Not even giving her opponent a chance to stand, the question is, when will she relent? When will Angel Morgan free Sublime from this torture chamber?"

Ray: "NEEEEVVEEER!" Ray white shoots up from his seat and throws his hands into the air excitedly only to receive a quick shot to the gut from his companion, triggering another wave of nausea.

TBCB Angel Morgan

[Angel Morgan]

(OOC: Sorry Its Taking Me So Long To Reply. I've Had A Few Problems Recently, And As A Result I Haven't Been Able To Use The Computer. I Dont Know How Long It'll Take For My Next Reply.)

Feeling the full force of the spear sublime screams out in pain nursing his ribcage and rolling dramatically around the hard canvased area. The crowd are still on their feet unable to take their eyes off the action before them, the back and forth like match seems to have no signs of slowing down anytime soon and the fans in attendance seem to realize this. They seem to have picked sides already the vast majority of them siding with the Lovable transvestite sublime. While very few others side with the Wednesday Night Sensation Angel Morgan.

The two opponents seem to have created issues with one another throughout the match and now cannot seem to relent the urge to destroy the other, in the most gruesome ways possible. The two beauties begin to drag themselves to a standing base hardly aware of the crowds presence only totally focused on the other as they struggle to force their bruised and beaten bodies upright. Angel viciously claws at the canvas as she desperately crawls towards the ring ropes hoping they can provide her with more leverage then she herself can produce. Sublime is still on his back his neck arched upwards as he stretches out his long slender arms reaching upwards trying to bring his back off the mat with as little pain as possible.

The two opponents continue to compete to get to a vertical stance as though in a race with one another. By now Angel has her hand wrapped tightly around the second rope clutching it protectively as though its the most precious prize. Sublime manages to seat himself up he glances around the ring preciously checking out where Angel is situated before making another movement. Angel pulls herself up extending her arm and moving it to the top rope, heaving her almost dead weight of the canvas as she tries to force her beaten body to continue. Sublime has managed to kneel up his beautiful face bloody and bruised as he looks around the ring, Fighting back the urge to quit and seek medical help.

JP:Sublime looks in a bad way....Very Very bad. I Mean, He's got to have lost alot of blood.
Ray: As far as I'm concerned...He Always looked bad. He's a Transvestite...He should look like the man he is...Not a chick.
JP: For The Love Of God Ray, SHUT UP.

Angel Seems to understand this, and nods her head approvingly at her opponent seeing the damage she has managed to introduce to sublime through the course of this match. The cocky young diva finally lets go of the ropes looking alot more supported on her own two feet than before now. Sublime quickly gets up from his knee's fighting on through the enormous amounts of pain he must be feeling. Angel almost struts towards her still unsteady opponent, before swinging a right hook to the side of the young transvestites face. Sublime edges backwards struggling to keep his balance. Angel tries again this time with a left hand. It connects and sends sublime reeling backwards into the ropes. Angel is quick to react and finds herself by sublimes side within a few seconds. With her opponent still leaning unprotected against the ring ropes Angel makes a move. Springing onto the second rope, her back to the mat before jumping backwards, The Sensation twists her body around in mid-jump now facing the ring. Morgan extends her arm locking her small hands around a huge section of her opponents hair, before falling forwards towards the canvas. Driving sublimes face into the mat with a springboard bulldog.

Angel lands the move perfectly introducing Sublimes Face to the mat once more, this time with more force than previously. Angel lays back on the mat. Before allowing a smirk to spread across her face, She presses her palms into the canvas before tucking her legs upwards and springing to a vertical base. The cocky youngster cannot help but bask in her ability to spring up and begins to taunt the crowd extending her arms and screaming for the unwilling crowd to "Worship me" The audience retaliate with a chorus of booing . Although this seems to add fuel to Angel Morgan's fire and pump her up more than before. The Young Sensation stares down at her unmoving opponent a fresh pool of blood surrounding the transvestites skull. She laughs sickly admiring her handy work before walking menacingly over to her still downed opponent.

Ray: YESSSSSSSS! Get Her Angel....I Mean Him....GET HIM ANGEL. GET HIM!!
JP: What A Move From The Beautiful Angel Morgan...Deffinantly A Mood Changer Right There...

Angel finds herself reaching down grabbing the now bloody hair of the beautiful sublime, before pulling upwards viciously forcing the transvestite to his feet with great pain. Angel then finds herself winded after a full force shot to the gut from a suddenly totally aware sublime. Although he is not in the best condition he seems to know that he needs to fight back, either through instinct or stupidity. Sublime knocks Angel back once more forcing The sensation to let go of the bloody mass of hair once again. Sublime then follows through with a kick to the mid-section doubling Morgan over. Sublime reaches forward the bloody beauty now feeding off the crowd's reaction reaches towards Angel with all his strength locking his much larger hands around the slender wrist of the beautiful and deadly Angel Morgan.

Sublime takes a moment, listening to the crowd before sending his opponent rushing forwards towards the ropes with a picture perfect Irish whip. Morgan is sent running across the ring. She hits the ropes turning just before them making sure its her back that connects with the lightly padded steel ropes. Sublime turns too now facing where Angel is running from. The new found energy of Sublime seems undebatable. He focuses on Angel watching her as though she's running in slow motion towards him, the beauty extends his arm rushing forwards like a mad man looking to be-head his opponent. Morgan reacts perfectly and flips down towards the mat rolling under the extended arm of the now angered Sublime who believed he had the heads up in the match. Angel is quick to her feet, Sublime is still facing the ropes his back to his quickly poised opponent who grabs both of the lovable transvestites arms, turning quickly so now the front of her opponents skull is resting on her lower back. The two opponents arms still interlocked by Angel Morgan's sides. The Wednesday Night Sensation then without pausing leans to one side jumping wildly outwards. Sublimes face connects with the canvas, the sickly sound echoing through the packed arena sending a string of "OOOOHS" to be released from the shocked mouths of the fans, as Angel Morgan hits a perfected Spinning impaler.

JP: Holy Shit!! What A Move! Angel Hitting a Perfect Spinning impaler on Sublime just seconds After sublime gained the upper hand...Well that settles it. You can't ever Count Morgan Out...Holy Hell.
Ray: What A Move!! Seriously, Angel You should add that to your finishers. I've Never Seen It Executed Better.

TBC: Sublime
(AGAIN SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY!!!)
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[Sublime]

Not a sound escaped the ruby red lips of the bludgeoned beauty as his face was yet again brutally introduced to the unforgiving mat. You didn't call me last night, it screamed as it slammed against the tender flesh of the raven haired vixen's visage. The crowd still poised above their seats, gasped in utter horror, their intake of breath sounding out in unison. Revulsion shakes them to the core, welling up and spilling out over the silence, and they release a monstrous wave of insults upon the menacing Angel Morgan. The Wednesday Night Sensation cackles wickedly and jumps to her feet, throwing her arms into the air and basking in the hate directed at her. With the smoke now cleared, the mangled wrecked of Sublime's prone body can be clearly seen, his helpless form splayed out on the mat... Motionless. Once again a merciless chuckle creeps through the voluptuous diva's lips and she leans in close to her opponent, patting him hard on the head in mock support, "don't worry Daius honey, it will all be over soon," Angel throws her head back and lets out another sicken peel of laughter before knocking Daius against the side of the head with her boot.

JP: "Uh... I'm starting to think that all this stress is causing a few screws to come loose in Angel Morgan's pretty little head..."

Ray White: "Who cares, she's kicking that nasty little tranny's ass and that's all that matters."

JP: "So you're telling me that she's not creeping you out even a little bit?"

Ray White: "I never said that... Bitch is crazy."

JP: "You're such an idiot."

Again and again she hurls her foot into the ribcage of the unmoving Sublime. Unsatisfied with her opponent's lack of response she leans in close to the marooned minx and grasps a chunk of his thick curly black hair, retching his head back so that the dazed transvestite is looking up at Angel. The weakened diva groans and lazily jerks his hands toward Angel's, struggling to free himself from the devious diva's clutches. Morgan sucks together all of the saliva in her mouth and releases a disgusting wad of spit right in between the big brown eyes of Sublime. Sneering mischievously before liberating her sweat laden locks, satisfied after drinking in the shocked expression on the transvestite's face.

JP: "God that was just sick!"

Ray White: "HAH! I would have done the same thing."

JP: "I never thought you could disgust me more... I was wrong."

The head of the tattooed vixen bounces against the ground numbly, Morgan watching with a solemn expression, her amusement with the sick game diminishing quickly. The Wednesday Night sensation glances around the ring, searching for something to spice things up, and her dark eyes narrow in on the prize. The hand cuffs lay seductively on the mat, a shining beacon promising more entertainment for the blood thirsty diva.

Angel takes her sweet time, sauntering across the ring mockingly as Sublime still lay unmoving on the mat. She scoops the metallic torture device up into her claws and eyes the placid wrestler greedily. In an instant she is across the ring, the cuffs slung around Sublime's neck as Angel yanks him back, cutting off the bloodied babe's air supply. Just as the man in black and white prepares to separate the two Daius jerks his head back, the back of his head connecting with Angel Morgan's face. The Wednesday Night Sensation screeches in surprise, tossing the cuffs clumsily to the side and stumbling back, clutching her throbbing nose. Sublime, gripping the back of his head, pushes himself to his feet. He peers at Angel Morgan for a moment, a loathsome expression displayed on his features, and wipes the spit from his forehead.

JP: "NOW THAT"S WHAT I"M TALKIN" ABOUT! It looks like Sublime just might be able to bring himself back into this match!"

Ray White: "I'd tell you not to get your hopes up, but I think your fairly accustomed to disappointment."

Sublime unleashes a throaty growl before breaking into a run, his arm stretched out to his side. Morgan, caught unawares, gasps in shock as Daius' forearm smashes against her chest and sends her down to the mat.

JP: "BOOOYA!" Jimmy Pate turns to Ray and points into his face, emphasizing his assumed victory.

Sublime glares down at his opponent as Angel grips her chest, huffing and wheezing, fighting to pull the air back into her lungs. The brown eyed baby doll sucks in loudly before shooting a bullet of his own saliva into the face of Angel Morgan. He then jumps into the air and slams down on his opponent in a painful hip drop. Angel yells out and with her opponent now within reach, the vicious angel begins to pulverize Sublime with her fists.

Ray White: Jumping from his feet and pointing a finger at his companion, "IN YOUR FACE!" Jimmy launches his fist into Ray's stomach causing the man in the purple suit to crumble to the ground. JP adjusts his collar and releases a sigh of relief before returning his attention to the match.

Daius rolls off of the ferocious Angel, retreating in an attempt to pull himself back together. The spurt of energy that once electrified his muscles into action drastically draining from his body once again. The weary transvestite strains to pull himself back into a standing position, his arms shaking with exertion and protest. Angel easily pulls herself together and back on her feet, the rage bubbling in her belly more then enough to convince the diva to go on. She trudges over to her struggling opponent and grabs onto the sweaty tresses of the battered Sublime, hauling the 160lb. diva to his feet.

Angel grabs a hold of Sublime's head and shoves it in between her legs, thrusting her hands into the air to cause another eruption of boos. She then hooks her fingers around the sultry transvestite's abdomen, Daius' trembling digits gripping the back of The Wednesday Night Sensation's legs. With a sneaky smirk she throws her body forward and pushes herself off of the mat, flipping over her opponents back. Their bodies twirl together like some sort of hideous creature for what seems like a life time when at last Sublime's head smacks into the unrelenting mat. His body flops to the ground like a dead fish as Angel Morgan sits comfortably, the only thing missing from the scene being a bag of freshly popped pop corn laying in the pleased Ms. Morgan's lap.

JP: "And Morgan whips out one of the biggest gun's in her arsenal, smashing Sublime's skull in with her infamous 'Bright Lights', a front flip piledriver from hell."

Ray White: "......." Lying on the ground in a heap.

Angel rolls across the ring, wrapping her grimy fingers around the cold metal of the handcuffs and jumping to her feet. She then begins to circle the downed Sublime, spinning the cuffs around her pointer finger and whistling happily, "do you want me to end it? Do you want me to free you Sublime deary?"

Sublime continues to lay motionless on the mat, not a word escaping his plump red lips as his back heaves with his labored breaths. The curvaceous diva growls angrily, taking her opponent's silence as a slap in the face, and kicks Daius in his exposed ribs. The raven haired beauty wails and pulls himself in, legs and arms shielding his abdomen from any further attacks. Angel bends down toward Sublime and hisses loudly, "ANSWER ME! YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!"

She goes to slam her boot into his side again, but Sublime grabs a hold of her ankle and peers up at her, "you... fucking... CUNT!"

Sublime jerks her leg back, causing the vicious vixen to fall to the ground, her back smacking against the mat audibly.

(There's really no need to continuously apologize, all I care about is that you post.... It's not like I've been posting every single day. I understand that people have lives... Also, I just wanted to let you know, I had a blast with this. Thanks for an awesome time and I hope to be matched up with you again someday.)

TBCB Angel Morgan