Morwen vs John

Standard match
Win by pinfall, submission or KO

He bounced a bit, waiting for his music to start playing. This would be his second match in his career and he didn't want to lose, but something told him he probably would. He was going up against a more experienced opponent. Not to mention she was an elf. Suddenly he heard his music start playing and he headed out from backstage and slowly made his way to the ring, smiling as he heard the fans cheering for him. Once he got to the ring, he climbed in and waited. Keeping his gaze on his feet.

In her locker room, Morwen would hear John's entrance and it seemed that he already got the crowd hyped up. But that didn't bother her as she was ready to fight this guy. As her eyes shined in mischief, the dark elf would rise and make her way to the walkway with a smile on her face.



The auditorium would darken as "Sons of Skyrim" (Metal version) started playing and as they started to brighten, black puffs of smoke came from the corners and made their way to the front. When the smoke cleared, there stood Morwen clad in her armor-like outfit.


(Only dark bluish purple)

As she walked to the stage, smoke continued to close from her as if she was really as dark as she appears. Once she reached the top rope, she would grab it with one hand and jump over it. Once inside, her eyes would shine in front of John and smiled again, ready to tear him apart.

His gaze remained on his feet, but he chuckled a bit. She really had no idea who or what he was. He cracked his neck and looked at her. His blood red irises began to shine with the bright lights as he flashed his four fangs. Two on top and two on the bottoms to replace each of a normal human's canines, "You really think you can beat me?" He would whisper, barley audible to the audience.

Morwen was quite intrigued by her opponent's appearance. Dark clothes, blood red irises, and Ben fangs. He would be a good candidate to be a dark ally. With a smile of her own, she would reply, "I can...I could...and I would. My question now would be...can thou withstand what I shall bring upon you?"

The dark elf's fists clenched up as she waited for the bell to ring and got in her fighting stance.

He chuckled a little, "I know I can." The bell rang and he just stood there, folding his hands together and closing his eyes as he bowed his head as he had begun to pray, chanting in an ancient language. If this mind game were successful, she would think he were allowing her to take the advantage and hopefully rush him.

As soon as the bell rang, Morwen would ready herself in her fighting stance as she was prepared to take on this guy. She then looked intrigued in seeing him start to pray as he folded his hands together and bowed his head. She would think to herself, "Hmm! I have heard of this language once before. He must be requesting good will in hopes of a victory. Let us see how he fares against me."

She would keep that in mind as she started to walk towards him, aware that this could be a set up.

He chuckled a bit before he charged her and stuck his arm out to the side as he attempted to close line her. If it where to connect, he would move over to her and put her in a sleeper hold, "Foolish elf, did you really think you could defeat me? A child of the darkness and the damned?" He flashed his fangs, tempted to sink his fangs into her neck, but he hesitated.

Morwen would see the charge coming her way as John stuck out his arm to aim a clothesline at her. With a chuckle, she would respond, "Must thou always ask me to repeat myself?" She would attempt to duck under that clothesline in order to derail John's plans a little. If this worked, Morwen would also grab around his wait and try to toss him over for a German suplex throw. "And since thou not have any knowledge, I'm no ordinary elf."

He knew he would miss, but he at least had to try. But he wasn't expecting the german suplex throw and grunted when he hit the mat. After she let him go, he slowly staggered to his feet, "I know what you are." he said and circled her, probing for any weak spots as he circled her, hissing softly at the elf, "I know I may lose this, but I won't go down that easily." he said and lunged again with a flying close line. If it were to connect, it would knock her down and he would try for the first pin attempt of the match.

Morwen would clench her eyes in focus as John was circling around her. She would do the same as she was licking her lips in a sly manner to show that she is ready to throw another one at him. She would then say, "Good, very good. Be sure to make it look good once I put you to the ground."

Once John came in again, Morwen found it boring that he would try the same move but in a different manner. She would try to grab John's incoming arm and slam his body on the mat. If this worked, she would put that arm behind his back for an armlock.