Morrigan vs. Valley Doll - The Show Must Go On

Morrigan loved the feel of crashing someone down tot he mat with a piledriver. The sickening thud of a limp body crashing to the mat was always satisfying, even if it was the first time she had actually gotten to do it in a match.

Still, once Valley flopped, Morrigan rolled onto her hands and knees. She pushed her hands into Valley's breasts and squeezed them tightly. She then mashed her belly against the blonde's face and let the referee get into position. She was pretty sure it was just a formality at this point.

"One!"

"Two...!"

Valley didn't put up any resistance. She couldn't. Her mind was gone, completely knocked out, and all she had were random flashes of memories from better times. It was better this way. Easier to take. She didnt have to hear the roar of the crowd, or the final count.

"3...!"

The bell rang and the match was called. All Valley did was twitch and groan underneath. Morrigan, like she was trying to wake up from a nightmare.

Once the referee counted to three, Morrigan rolled off of Valley and looked the girl over. She had gotten a clean victory. Probably her first ever. It felt good and Taylor would probably be proud of her. However, Morrigan still had urges and now they were starting to burn a hole in her boot.

"Actually." She said as she pulled up her leg and slid her hand into her boot. "I actually am a little sorry about this. Not that I care if you forgive me or anything. It's just, I went the whole match without doing anything to break the rules." Morrigan pulled out her box cutter and waved it over Valley. "So, have you ever heard of one of those demonic blades? The kind that can't be sheathed unless they draw blood. I guess this guy is sort of like that. Or maybe I'm like that." She contemplated aloud.

"Anyway, no hard feelings." Morrigan said as she pressed the box cutter against Valley's neck and carefully slid it down until it began to slice the fabric of her wrestling suit. She slid it all the way down until Valley was completely exposed. She then cut at the straps and around the thighs so Valley was laying naked and exposed on the remnants of her wrestling outfit.

Morrigan smiled and the crowd hooted and hollered. The red head yanked the one piece out from underneath Valley and then slung it across her shoulder. Even if the crowd appreciated the show, they still booed Morrigan as she slipped through the ropes and made her way up the entrance ramp.

Valley woke up a few minutes later. She wished she hadn't.

The first clue that something was wrong turned out to be the draft she felt. The wind over her body where she shouldn't have been feeling wind. She shivered, opened her eyes, and looked down to see she was wearing her boots, pads, and nothing else. Absolutely nothing. That bitch.

"No-" She curled up and covered up, not that it would do her any good. Photos had already been taken, they were on the internet. Everyone would see it. Her friends, her family, all of them. Haley. This was a moment that would follow Valley to her dying day.

She gathered what courage she could and rolled out of the ring, covering up her breasts as she made the walk of shame. Laughs, catcalls, and flashing lights all around her. Perverts. All of them. Slamazons hadn't been big, it was just some small time, ten-dollar-ticket wrestling show, but at least it had standards. Professionalism, even from her rivals. The AFW was starting to feel less like wrestling and more like cheap porn, and Valley was seriously starting to wonder what her place was in it.

She cursed under her breath as she made it back to the apron and scampered off into the darkness. Just one more chance...