Post by Morgan Payne on Jan 17, 2020 9:35:00 GMT -8
Aella Alexandria Foley. Daughter of Michael Foley. Trained by the Na Fianna War Camp. Former DTW 24/7 Champion with a reputation for some of the most insane deathmatches ever seen in the professional wrestling side of things. On the other side? She was even more of a nightmare. A widow and bereaved mother who had seen Hell first hand and spat back in its face. Connor MacNamara’s cousin was the one who warned Morgan Payne about the intensity of the training before she even began. Before she even boarded the plane in North Carolina to travel to New York to begin this gruelling process of improving herself physically and mentally. Morgan hadn’t always gotten along with the woman who, she often forgot was close to her in age. Shit, she was younger than her by two years but she carried herself like a woman who had seen to many more years on this Earth. She told Morgan what to expect more or less. Was bluntly honest that this training could very well accidentally kill her. Still, Morgan pressed on. Still, Morgan persevered. Now here she was, standing face to face with the woman who somewhat gave her motivation to never give up. Face to face with one of her trainer’s very own, dangerous family members. Aella Foley, The Godkiller.
Morgan stood her ground as her eyes swept over the ten Na Fianna warriors. Nine trainees. One decorated member. Nine men and women in the same black outfit she wore underneath her hoodie stared back at her with hardened gazes. She could see it in their eyes. They didn’t think she deserved to be here. Didn’t think she deserved to call herself a student of one of their superiors. Didn’t think her worthy. Aella was the only one who looked the slightest bit impressed as she tossed her coat aside and reached back behind her. Morgan tensed, expecting a weapon to be drawn but instead, Aella produced a thick cigar and a book of matches. Morgan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as she watched Aella calmly bite the end of the cigar off and spit it off to the side before sticking it in her mouth and lighting the end with a match struck off of her glove. Aella lifted her eyes to Morgan as she took that first drag off of the MacNamara stogie. She lifted her chin up and softly exhaled a plume of smoke that filled the air with an aroma that, oddly enough, Morgan found pleasant.
“Alright then. What’re ya fucks waitin’ for?” Aella asked with a hint of annoyance in her tone.
The first of the nine students took one stepped forward and Morgan bolted into motion. Not towards them. No. That would be suicide. She turned and dashed for the hallway she’d come down and went right for the door to the stairwell. The sound of all nine students giving chase was unmistakable as Morgan ran through the doorway. She could hear them so close behind her, she turned, grabbing the door and threw it closed with every ounce of adrenaline fueled strength she had. The first student to reach the doorway was smacked right in the face, staggering him, causing the eight behind him to collide and pile up against each other. Morgan kicked the door closed all the way. She grabbed up her dropped baseball bat and rushed down the steps as fast as she could. She reached the bottom of the first set when she heard the door above burst open and her pursuers continue after her. Morgan hurried through the bottom door and back out onto the second level balcony. She turned and waited, bat drawn up in one hand, other hand extended out in front of her.
The door burst open and out they came. Morgan didn’t hesitate. The first one she took across the top of the head with a downward swing. Hollow aluminum thunked off of his skull and she kicked him back into the next three that rushed out through the door. The rest came filing out right for her and Morgan felt like her reactions just came as second nature. Fists and boots came her way and Morgan swung back, full force each time with the bat in hand, using it as a deflector here, a swatter there. She even used it to trap the occasional limb and assist in punishing her opponent with a knee or a headbutt. Another she twisted around, putting her back to the female student that came rushing in. Pommel to the sternum, bat snapped back, up to the head, then spun back around and wholloped her across the face. The next one stepped in for a high kick. Morgan caught the leg over the crook of her elbow and yanked the bat down, using it to gain leverage and hyperextend the knee backwards with an audible crack. She dropped the leg and smashed the man over the crown with her weapon.
Four down.
The next one rushed in and she smashed him in the ribs then brought it up and around to the back of his knee. He buckled and Morgan drove her knee into the side of his head, knocking it against the metal railing. Next two up. Quick kick to the pelvis before she brought the bat up and let his arm wrap around it and used it as a twist to torque his shoulder. Morgan guided him over, running him ribs first into the railing, doubling him over. He could fall. Fuck it! Morgan pushed his legs up and sent the student plummeting the fifteen feet down to the first level with a thud. She heard his agonizing cry which said he survived. The one she kicked in the pelvis stepped in only to have his punch smacked away before catching a homer across the face.
Six down.
The next female student came in and Morgan caught her in a choke with the bat across her throat, keeping her back against her as a human shield as she started backing up. She didn’t expect her to suddenly push herself back more at an angle, turning them and sending them both tumbling down the stairs to the level below. Morgan lost her grip on her meat shield and her weapon went clattering down the steps and across the floor. Also: falling down stairs fucking hurt. A lot. It probably didn’t feel too good for the bitch that threw them both down but Morgan took the brunt of it. The adrenaline fueled her to keep going but she knew she was gonna pay for it when this wave was over. Morgan rolled over, cursing inwardly and saw the girl dragging herself to her feet. She made her way right over to Morgan, grabbing her by the hoodie and began pulling her up. Morgan reached back, wincing and slid the blackjack she tucked away into her waistline out and into her grip. Thank God for foresight, right? The girl for Morgan up to her feet and threw her head forward right into Morgan’s face. The headbutt snapped her head back and the girl’s hands wrapped around her throat. Morgan gasped for breath before Aella’s voice echoed in her head again.
No rules.
Morgan did what most people hardly ever thought to do and reached out with her free hand, grabbing the girl by the face. Her thumb found the eye on that side and Morgan dug right in. What had come over her, she didn’t even know, but Morgan dug her thumb deep into the girl’s eye socket. Her howling screams were haunting as they echoed throughout the main lobby they’d ended up in. Neither of the remaining two students seemed phased. It was almost as if they were expecting such a thing in the gauntlet. The girl let go of Morgan’s throat and stumbled back. Morgan’s bloody thumb came loose of the socket and the student’s hand reached up to cover it as blood oozed down her face. Morgan grit her teeth through the pain in her body from falling down the stairs and swung hard with the blackjack, clipping her right across the head. It silenced her as she crumpled to the floor. Connor’s student was alarmed, admittedly when she heard the crackle of electricity and turned to see one of the remaining two students coming at her with a stun gun he’d drawn from his belt. They let them use fucking stun guns?! The man let the current crackle as he jabbed and swung the weapon at Morgan from every which way he could. What ensued was a rather impressive display of Morgan trying to parry his every attempt to shock her right into having to start all over again. She had to give him credit for his approach as he switched hands whenever Morgan trapped one arm and she had to think fast on her next counter. Morgan finally caught him in an opening and brought the blackjack down across his inner elbow and brought his armed hand up, pressing the stun gun to the side of his neck. Morgan reached up and hit the button to trigger the current. The stun gun crackled and Morgan wasn’t sure if the sound the guy made was a gag or a gurgle. Regardless he went down for the count.
Eight down.
Last student. The tattooed man snorted and rushed in with a spinning roundhouse that almost took Morgan’s face off. She slipped back and fell on her ass and he brought his leg up and down for an axe kick. In a split second of decision making, Morgan caught his calf on her shoulder and grabbed the stun gun. She activated the current and drove it right up into his crotch. Another scream filled the lobby as the man went down, grabbing at his stones in agony. From her knees, Morgan threw herself over him and brought an elbow down across his face for a knockout. Everything went quiet and Morgan felt like she had enough time for a bit of a breather but she knew she wasn’t done. She would never be done. Morgan closed her eyes in despair when she heard the second floor door open above and the sound of thick boots thudding across the balcony above.
“Heh. You buncha cunts.”
She heard the amused chortle of the female voice above before she heard the boots coming down the steps at a slow and leisurely pace. Morgan pushed herself up to her feet and searched the floor. Her bat. She found it and dragged it over to her so she could use it to push herself up to her feet. Just doing that caused pain to throb through her body but she got herself vertical again and looked towards the stairs as Aella came down, donning her coat again and still puffing away on her cigar. Morgan exhaled and watched as Aella snuffed out the cigar on the stairs railing and tucked it away in her coat pocket for later. She then, once more, removed her coat and hung it over the railing itself, rolling her neck as she stepped out into the open floor of the lobby. She watched Morgan, slightly shrugging her hands up as if to ask ‘we going or what?’ Morgan, despite the aches and pains in her muscles chuckled weakly and brought the bat up onto her shoulder.
“Put that down.” Aella said in a gentle yet commanding tone, motioning to the bat with a finger.
“Tch. Hell nah….” Morgan replied, humored as she turned to face the woman head on and circle the floor with her. She lowered the bat off her shoulder and rolled her arm, rotating the bat beside her, warming up for what was to come.
“Put it down, Morgan.” Aella repeated, a little firmer but with an attempt to sway Morgan’s decision to keep the weapon in hand.
“You said no rules!” Morgan shot back at her, tightening her grip around the handle. “Remember? I learned that lesson.”
“I told you twice, Love.” Aella sighed, holding up two fingers. “My third time telling you is going to be shoving that bat so far up your arse that Timmy Boy's gonna have to use his whole fist from now on just to give you a proper tickle.”
Morgan tightened her jaw and swallowed hard. Without breaking her gaze from Aella, she threw the bat across the floor to the side with a clatter of aluminum on tile.
“So nah what?” Morgan shrugged her hands lazily...or weakly.
“Let’s go. Unless you wanna quit.” Aella said suggestively.
Morgan spat another bit of blood to the floor from the student in Van Owen’s wave that caught her in the jaw. “I ain’t fuckin’ quittin….” Morgan said in a tone that said she physically wanted to oh so badly...but she refused to. Not after how far she’d come. No verbal response from Aella as she just nodded and came forward with intent in her step. Morgan stepped forward to meet her. Fuck it. The two women met in an exchange of blows, both thrown and parried. Morgan started to feel a little full of herself, being able to trade off with the one they called the Godkiller but that’s when cockiness cost her and Aella caught her in the face with a mean left. Morgan staggered one step and came in for a return but Aella side stepped and, instead, caught her in the throat with her wrist as she slipped behind and locked in a rear naked choke, sliding her arm across Morgan’s neck to lock it in tight. Not this again. Morgan attempted to throw herself back but Aella had her feet planted firmly. She wasn’t budging. Not like this. Shit shit shit! What did she do now?
It ain’t all about throwing punches and breaking bones, lass.
Connor’s voice repeated in her memory from one of her lessons.
Learn where their nerves are and it can save your arse.
And she didn’t think of this before, why? Morgan reached up to Aella’s wrist and squeezed hard between her thumb and forefinger, digging her thumb in on the underside. She knew she only had a second to react as Aella’s arm loosened and she let out an angered, pained growl through her teeth. Morgan seized the arm and slung her weight forward, wrapping an arm around the back of Aella’s neck and flung her over her body - Tai Otoshi, right onto the hard floor. Aella landed with a hard thud as Morgan dropped to a knee and started raining punches. Aella covered with her forearms and threw her leg up, slamming a knee right into Morgan’s head. Her mistake for being too close. Morgan blinked away the temporary dizziness. She started to at least, as she got up to her feet before she felt Aella come barreling right into her, driving her shoulder into her ribs and taking her through the set of glass doors that lead into an outside pool area, surrounded by the rest of the building. Morgan had seen this move done countless times in the wrestling business. She’d even eaten a few, herself, but something about the way Aella did it was different. It hurt more. Perhaps because of the sheer force she used as the Faugh a Ballagh took both women out into a wider battleground. Morgan felt the wind leave her but grit her teeth, slinging herself to the side with Aella still on top of her, catching by the arm and cinched in a tight armbar, locking one leg across Aella’s throat as she pulled and torqued with no reserve. Aella gasped for air for but a second before her hand found the pressure point behind Morgan’s knee and she pinched tight. Morgan cried out and Aella was free.
She rolled back to get some distance but as she came up onto her feet, all she was was an old, dead, potted plant flying right at her. She barely got her arms up in time as the clay shattered against her forearms and elbows, dousing her in dried, dusty soil. Barely had time to spit out what got in her mouth before Aella came flying in with a knee to the sternum and knocked her back into a concrete support beam for the second level balcony above. Aella stayed on the offensive, catching Morgan around the head with both hands and brought the pain with knees to the ribs and elbows to the face. Morgan sought for another eye gouge but Aella threw her aside to save herself from any permanent loss of vision. She stepped in and Morgan barely saw the quick strike combo from her hands coming in, rapping across her face before she staggered back into an old patio table. Aella advanced again but Morgan grabbed one of the old, plastic patio chairs and flat out yeeted it right at the woman. It was easily knocked aside but it did its job to make her drop her guard as Morgan came flying in again with an elbow right onto the crown of her head. Morgan stayed on her, coming in with hard lefts and rights, to wherever she could hit. Face, chest, ribs. Kicks to the thighs and hips thrown in, starting to back the Godkiller towards the edge of the pool - long since drained of water and now just a concrete pit. Morgan made the mistake of hesitating a split second to think of her next move and that’s when Aella caught her arm when she went for a punch and smashed an elbow right into the front of her face. As she swayed, Morgan was grabbed and thrown passed Aella, right down into the pool. There was no water to soften her fall, just hard concrete to give a crash landing after free falling into the shallow end.
Morgan let out a cry as pain shot through her spine but forced herself to roll onto her stomach as she saw Aella drop down to meet her. She scrambled back onto her ass, back crawling away as Aella came in for the kill. Morgan only hoped the bait worked and it did, for the most part. As Aella reached for her, Morgan caught her wrists and brought her foot up into her chest, rolling back for a modified Tomoe Nage. This put her back on top, mounting the woman but Aella, again, was one step ahead of her and Morgan hadn’t fully managed to get into position before she found herself wrapped up in Aella’s legs with her arm being seized as she was trapped in a bicep slicer. The pain was unbearable and Morgan knew what this could do to a person’s arm if enough pressure and torque was applied. She’d be done, at least for who knew how long after the fact. Morgan cried out as Aella torqued, trying to push up with the other hand to maybe power the woman up for a slam. It wasn’t happening. Aella had her right where she evidently wanted her.
“How much is all this worth, Morgan? Huh?” Aella taunted her as she held her in place. Morgan just growled through the pain as she clenched her eyes shut. Tears of agony welling up in them. “Is it worth your arm, Love? You can still quit.”
“No!!” Morgan snapped out, balling her free arm’s fist against the pool floor.
“Say the word, I let go and you can go home.”
“FUCK...YOU!!!”
Aella smiled and laughed with amusement before she switched holds. Morgan felt the pressure on her arm suddenly release before Aella repositioned her legs to trap her in a Triangle Choke. Morgan’s arm was safe now, but she began to feel her airflow being cut off as Aella stared up at her. She sneered down at the woman, grabbing at her leg with her free arm to try and find her way free. Aella, however, was eerily calm as she sat there with the hold locked in and kept applying pressure, “shhhhh”ing Morgan as she began to fade. Before long at all had passed, Morgan’s free arm slowly dropped and everything, for her, went black as she slumped in Aella’s grasp. Out cold...and that was only the first run of the day….
January 16th, 2020
10:45AM
10:45AM
Morgan stood her ground as her eyes swept over the ten Na Fianna warriors. Nine trainees. One decorated member. Nine men and women in the same black outfit she wore underneath her hoodie stared back at her with hardened gazes. She could see it in their eyes. They didn’t think she deserved to be here. Didn’t think she deserved to call herself a student of one of their superiors. Didn’t think her worthy. Aella was the only one who looked the slightest bit impressed as she tossed her coat aside and reached back behind her. Morgan tensed, expecting a weapon to be drawn but instead, Aella produced a thick cigar and a book of matches. Morgan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as she watched Aella calmly bite the end of the cigar off and spit it off to the side before sticking it in her mouth and lighting the end with a match struck off of her glove. Aella lifted her eyes to Morgan as she took that first drag off of the MacNamara stogie. She lifted her chin up and softly exhaled a plume of smoke that filled the air with an aroma that, oddly enough, Morgan found pleasant.
“Alright then. What’re ya fucks waitin’ for?” Aella asked with a hint of annoyance in her tone.
The first of the nine students took one stepped forward and Morgan bolted into motion. Not towards them. No. That would be suicide. She turned and dashed for the hallway she’d come down and went right for the door to the stairwell. The sound of all nine students giving chase was unmistakable as Morgan ran through the doorway. She could hear them so close behind her, she turned, grabbing the door and threw it closed with every ounce of adrenaline fueled strength she had. The first student to reach the doorway was smacked right in the face, staggering him, causing the eight behind him to collide and pile up against each other. Morgan kicked the door closed all the way. She grabbed up her dropped baseball bat and rushed down the steps as fast as she could. She reached the bottom of the first set when she heard the door above burst open and her pursuers continue after her. Morgan hurried through the bottom door and back out onto the second level balcony. She turned and waited, bat drawn up in one hand, other hand extended out in front of her.
The door burst open and out they came. Morgan didn’t hesitate. The first one she took across the top of the head with a downward swing. Hollow aluminum thunked off of his skull and she kicked him back into the next three that rushed out through the door. The rest came filing out right for her and Morgan felt like her reactions just came as second nature. Fists and boots came her way and Morgan swung back, full force each time with the bat in hand, using it as a deflector here, a swatter there. She even used it to trap the occasional limb and assist in punishing her opponent with a knee or a headbutt. Another she twisted around, putting her back to the female student that came rushing in. Pommel to the sternum, bat snapped back, up to the head, then spun back around and wholloped her across the face. The next one stepped in for a high kick. Morgan caught the leg over the crook of her elbow and yanked the bat down, using it to gain leverage and hyperextend the knee backwards with an audible crack. She dropped the leg and smashed the man over the crown with her weapon.
Four down.
The next one rushed in and she smashed him in the ribs then brought it up and around to the back of his knee. He buckled and Morgan drove her knee into the side of his head, knocking it against the metal railing. Next two up. Quick kick to the pelvis before she brought the bat up and let his arm wrap around it and used it as a twist to torque his shoulder. Morgan guided him over, running him ribs first into the railing, doubling him over. He could fall. Fuck it! Morgan pushed his legs up and sent the student plummeting the fifteen feet down to the first level with a thud. She heard his agonizing cry which said he survived. The one she kicked in the pelvis stepped in only to have his punch smacked away before catching a homer across the face.
Six down.
The next female student came in and Morgan caught her in a choke with the bat across her throat, keeping her back against her as a human shield as she started backing up. She didn’t expect her to suddenly push herself back more at an angle, turning them and sending them both tumbling down the stairs to the level below. Morgan lost her grip on her meat shield and her weapon went clattering down the steps and across the floor. Also: falling down stairs fucking hurt. A lot. It probably didn’t feel too good for the bitch that threw them both down but Morgan took the brunt of it. The adrenaline fueled her to keep going but she knew she was gonna pay for it when this wave was over. Morgan rolled over, cursing inwardly and saw the girl dragging herself to her feet. She made her way right over to Morgan, grabbing her by the hoodie and began pulling her up. Morgan reached back, wincing and slid the blackjack she tucked away into her waistline out and into her grip. Thank God for foresight, right? The girl for Morgan up to her feet and threw her head forward right into Morgan’s face. The headbutt snapped her head back and the girl’s hands wrapped around her throat. Morgan gasped for breath before Aella’s voice echoed in her head again.
No rules.
Morgan did what most people hardly ever thought to do and reached out with her free hand, grabbing the girl by the face. Her thumb found the eye on that side and Morgan dug right in. What had come over her, she didn’t even know, but Morgan dug her thumb deep into the girl’s eye socket. Her howling screams were haunting as they echoed throughout the main lobby they’d ended up in. Neither of the remaining two students seemed phased. It was almost as if they were expecting such a thing in the gauntlet. The girl let go of Morgan’s throat and stumbled back. Morgan’s bloody thumb came loose of the socket and the student’s hand reached up to cover it as blood oozed down her face. Morgan grit her teeth through the pain in her body from falling down the stairs and swung hard with the blackjack, clipping her right across the head. It silenced her as she crumpled to the floor. Connor’s student was alarmed, admittedly when she heard the crackle of electricity and turned to see one of the remaining two students coming at her with a stun gun he’d drawn from his belt. They let them use fucking stun guns?! The man let the current crackle as he jabbed and swung the weapon at Morgan from every which way he could. What ensued was a rather impressive display of Morgan trying to parry his every attempt to shock her right into having to start all over again. She had to give him credit for his approach as he switched hands whenever Morgan trapped one arm and she had to think fast on her next counter. Morgan finally caught him in an opening and brought the blackjack down across his inner elbow and brought his armed hand up, pressing the stun gun to the side of his neck. Morgan reached up and hit the button to trigger the current. The stun gun crackled and Morgan wasn’t sure if the sound the guy made was a gag or a gurgle. Regardless he went down for the count.
Eight down.
Last student. The tattooed man snorted and rushed in with a spinning roundhouse that almost took Morgan’s face off. She slipped back and fell on her ass and he brought his leg up and down for an axe kick. In a split second of decision making, Morgan caught his calf on her shoulder and grabbed the stun gun. She activated the current and drove it right up into his crotch. Another scream filled the lobby as the man went down, grabbing at his stones in agony. From her knees, Morgan threw herself over him and brought an elbow down across his face for a knockout. Everything went quiet and Morgan felt like she had enough time for a bit of a breather but she knew she wasn’t done. She would never be done. Morgan closed her eyes in despair when she heard the second floor door open above and the sound of thick boots thudding across the balcony above.
“Heh. You buncha cunts.”
She heard the amused chortle of the female voice above before she heard the boots coming down the steps at a slow and leisurely pace. Morgan pushed herself up to her feet and searched the floor. Her bat. She found it and dragged it over to her so she could use it to push herself up to her feet. Just doing that caused pain to throb through her body but she got herself vertical again and looked towards the stairs as Aella came down, donning her coat again and still puffing away on her cigar. Morgan exhaled and watched as Aella snuffed out the cigar on the stairs railing and tucked it away in her coat pocket for later. She then, once more, removed her coat and hung it over the railing itself, rolling her neck as she stepped out into the open floor of the lobby. She watched Morgan, slightly shrugging her hands up as if to ask ‘we going or what?’ Morgan, despite the aches and pains in her muscles chuckled weakly and brought the bat up onto her shoulder.
“Put that down.” Aella said in a gentle yet commanding tone, motioning to the bat with a finger.
“Tch. Hell nah….” Morgan replied, humored as she turned to face the woman head on and circle the floor with her. She lowered the bat off her shoulder and rolled her arm, rotating the bat beside her, warming up for what was to come.
“Put it down, Morgan.” Aella repeated, a little firmer but with an attempt to sway Morgan’s decision to keep the weapon in hand.
“You said no rules!” Morgan shot back at her, tightening her grip around the handle. “Remember? I learned that lesson.”
“I told you twice, Love.” Aella sighed, holding up two fingers. “My third time telling you is going to be shoving that bat so far up your arse that Timmy Boy's gonna have to use his whole fist from now on just to give you a proper tickle.”
Morgan tightened her jaw and swallowed hard. Without breaking her gaze from Aella, she threw the bat across the floor to the side with a clatter of aluminum on tile.
“So nah what?” Morgan shrugged her hands lazily...or weakly.
“Let’s go. Unless you wanna quit.” Aella said suggestively.
Morgan spat another bit of blood to the floor from the student in Van Owen’s wave that caught her in the jaw. “I ain’t fuckin’ quittin….” Morgan said in a tone that said she physically wanted to oh so badly...but she refused to. Not after how far she’d come. No verbal response from Aella as she just nodded and came forward with intent in her step. Morgan stepped forward to meet her. Fuck it. The two women met in an exchange of blows, both thrown and parried. Morgan started to feel a little full of herself, being able to trade off with the one they called the Godkiller but that’s when cockiness cost her and Aella caught her in the face with a mean left. Morgan staggered one step and came in for a return but Aella side stepped and, instead, caught her in the throat with her wrist as she slipped behind and locked in a rear naked choke, sliding her arm across Morgan’s neck to lock it in tight. Not this again. Morgan attempted to throw herself back but Aella had her feet planted firmly. She wasn’t budging. Not like this. Shit shit shit! What did she do now?
It ain’t all about throwing punches and breaking bones, lass.
Connor’s voice repeated in her memory from one of her lessons.
Learn where their nerves are and it can save your arse.
And she didn’t think of this before, why? Morgan reached up to Aella’s wrist and squeezed hard between her thumb and forefinger, digging her thumb in on the underside. She knew she only had a second to react as Aella’s arm loosened and she let out an angered, pained growl through her teeth. Morgan seized the arm and slung her weight forward, wrapping an arm around the back of Aella’s neck and flung her over her body - Tai Otoshi, right onto the hard floor. Aella landed with a hard thud as Morgan dropped to a knee and started raining punches. Aella covered with her forearms and threw her leg up, slamming a knee right into Morgan’s head. Her mistake for being too close. Morgan blinked away the temporary dizziness. She started to at least, as she got up to her feet before she felt Aella come barreling right into her, driving her shoulder into her ribs and taking her through the set of glass doors that lead into an outside pool area, surrounded by the rest of the building. Morgan had seen this move done countless times in the wrestling business. She’d even eaten a few, herself, but something about the way Aella did it was different. It hurt more. Perhaps because of the sheer force she used as the Faugh a Ballagh took both women out into a wider battleground. Morgan felt the wind leave her but grit her teeth, slinging herself to the side with Aella still on top of her, catching by the arm and cinched in a tight armbar, locking one leg across Aella’s throat as she pulled and torqued with no reserve. Aella gasped for air for but a second before her hand found the pressure point behind Morgan’s knee and she pinched tight. Morgan cried out and Aella was free.
She rolled back to get some distance but as she came up onto her feet, all she was was an old, dead, potted plant flying right at her. She barely got her arms up in time as the clay shattered against her forearms and elbows, dousing her in dried, dusty soil. Barely had time to spit out what got in her mouth before Aella came flying in with a knee to the sternum and knocked her back into a concrete support beam for the second level balcony above. Aella stayed on the offensive, catching Morgan around the head with both hands and brought the pain with knees to the ribs and elbows to the face. Morgan sought for another eye gouge but Aella threw her aside to save herself from any permanent loss of vision. She stepped in and Morgan barely saw the quick strike combo from her hands coming in, rapping across her face before she staggered back into an old patio table. Aella advanced again but Morgan grabbed one of the old, plastic patio chairs and flat out yeeted it right at the woman. It was easily knocked aside but it did its job to make her drop her guard as Morgan came flying in again with an elbow right onto the crown of her head. Morgan stayed on her, coming in with hard lefts and rights, to wherever she could hit. Face, chest, ribs. Kicks to the thighs and hips thrown in, starting to back the Godkiller towards the edge of the pool - long since drained of water and now just a concrete pit. Morgan made the mistake of hesitating a split second to think of her next move and that’s when Aella caught her arm when she went for a punch and smashed an elbow right into the front of her face. As she swayed, Morgan was grabbed and thrown passed Aella, right down into the pool. There was no water to soften her fall, just hard concrete to give a crash landing after free falling into the shallow end.
Morgan let out a cry as pain shot through her spine but forced herself to roll onto her stomach as she saw Aella drop down to meet her. She scrambled back onto her ass, back crawling away as Aella came in for the kill. Morgan only hoped the bait worked and it did, for the most part. As Aella reached for her, Morgan caught her wrists and brought her foot up into her chest, rolling back for a modified Tomoe Nage. This put her back on top, mounting the woman but Aella, again, was one step ahead of her and Morgan hadn’t fully managed to get into position before she found herself wrapped up in Aella’s legs with her arm being seized as she was trapped in a bicep slicer. The pain was unbearable and Morgan knew what this could do to a person’s arm if enough pressure and torque was applied. She’d be done, at least for who knew how long after the fact. Morgan cried out as Aella torqued, trying to push up with the other hand to maybe power the woman up for a slam. It wasn’t happening. Aella had her right where she evidently wanted her.
“How much is all this worth, Morgan? Huh?” Aella taunted her as she held her in place. Morgan just growled through the pain as she clenched her eyes shut. Tears of agony welling up in them. “Is it worth your arm, Love? You can still quit.”
“No!!” Morgan snapped out, balling her free arm’s fist against the pool floor.
“Say the word, I let go and you can go home.”
“FUCK...YOU!!!”
Aella smiled and laughed with amusement before she switched holds. Morgan felt the pressure on her arm suddenly release before Aella repositioned her legs to trap her in a Triangle Choke. Morgan’s arm was safe now, but she began to feel her airflow being cut off as Aella stared up at her. She sneered down at the woman, grabbing at her leg with her free arm to try and find her way free. Aella, however, was eerily calm as she sat there with the hold locked in and kept applying pressure, “shhhhh”ing Morgan as she began to fade. Before long at all had passed, Morgan’s free arm slowly dropped and everything, for her, went black as she slumped in Aella’s grasp. Out cold...and that was only the first run of the day….
To Be Continued....
