Sacrificing Morgan
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Match
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to TraceAce.
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Morgan stepped out of her dressing room, looking for Chris. "Are you there?" She demanded. Chris nodded and rolled his eyes. "I am here, I am here. Is that what you're wearing?" He asked. She smiled. "Um…Yeah. What's wrong with it?"
She had on a black tank top and black leather pants. She put her hair up on top of her head. "Chris, stop being so protective." Chris shrugged. "Those pants are going to rip soon." He pointed out. Morgan raised an eyebrow. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" She giggled.
Chris mocked-laughed. "I don't think the female fans want to see your ass pop out of your pants." He kept on pointing. Morgan shrugged. "I am not interested in the female fans, am I? Come on, Daddy—" She giggled. "We got a match."
She took him by the hand and dragged him out behind the curtain. "Stop staring at my ass." Morgan knew what Chris was doing without even turning around.
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It's getting so lonely inside this bed
Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead
There's an aching inside my head
It's telling me I'm better off alone
But after midnight, morning will come
And the day will see if you will get some
They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it's till' I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
till' you see all my dreams
"Making their way to the ring, she is from Greenwich, Connecticut, and he is from Winnipeg, Canada— Morgan McMahon and Chris Jericho!"
Jericho held the ropes for Morgan who stepped in, climbing the top turnbuckle. "Be careful." Chris whispered. His heart was pounding—she didn't look too steady on her feet. "Get down!" He hissed. Morgan turned to look at him.
"Dare me to?" She whispered, pointing to the ropes. "No! Morgan, don't—" Chris shouted. As soon as he finished, she did it. Morgan brought her feet over her head and landed perfectly on the mat. "You are such a wuss." She giggled. "You want to give me a heart attack, don't you?" Chris scolded. "That's the plan." Morgan grinned.
He frowned at her. She didn't see him, as her gaze was focused on the Titantron, which now showed Shane, Stephanie, Undertaker, and RVD stepping out to the ring. "Oh! Hello, Morgan." Stephanie said sweetly. "Have your opponents all ready? Or is this going to be a handicap match?"
Morgan batted her eyelashes. "You wish, Princess."
If ya smellllllllllllloooooow…What the Rock…Is Cooking…
"It's the Rock!" JR exclaimed. "The Rock will be one of Morgan and Chris's partners!"
"Well, isn't that nice." Paul said, sounding bored.
"Yes, yes it is." JR commented.
Shane snorted. "Oh, big deal, Morgan. So you got the Rock on your side. I—"
Kurt Angle's music interrupted him, and Shane looked like he was going to wet his pants. He was shaking, and he handed the microphone to Stephanie. Stephanie hissed at Shane. "What the hell do you want me to do?"
"Say something." Shane said, moving away from Angle. Angle came down to the ramp, pushing aside RVD, who almost fell off the stage. Angle got into the ring and nodded at Morgan. "Well, are you afraid?" Kurt mocked. "Then come on down to the ring!"
Jericho chuckled. "Come on, ass clowns, it's not hard at all." The Alliance glared at him as all four of them stomped to the ring. Morgan licked her lips and placed her hands on her knees. "In words of one of my partners, and by the way, he will whip your roody poo candy asses, I say just bring it." Morgan stepped out on the apron where it would be Taker and Rocky first.
"I am not afraid." Taker growled to The Rock. The Rock smiled. "That's a good little boy! What color do you want your lollipop to be?" The American Badass could feel himself go red. "Little measly mouthed mother fucker." He lunged the Rock and started to pound on him.
He punched him in his face, stomach and chest. And then he proceeded to slap his face. He picked him up and threw him into the ropes. As Rock stumbled back, the Undertaker pushed him down with a spine buster. Morgan cringed. "Son of a bitch!" She exclaimed. She went to go to the ropes, but Nick Patrick held her back.
"Get the hell out of here, you unfair prick." Then she hauled up her foot and connected it with his groin. "Morgan!" Chris exclaimed. "What the fuck did you just do?" Morgan stared blankly at him. "It's called a low blow." She stated. With that, she entered the ring and punched the Undertaker in the back. He didn't do so much as flinch.
He dropped the Rock and sneered at her. "Ah…Little Morgan. I heard a lot about you from your sister. Want to play with the Big Boys, huh?" He grabbed her neck, getting ready for a choke slam. But he felt a chat go across his back when Chris knocked him down. "Why must you go against my orders?" Chris said through clenched teeth. Morgan wheezed and grabbed her neck.
"I--Guess--I'll--Never--Learn--" Morgan coughed. Chris frowned and got back on the apron. Undertaker tagged in Stephanie. "Well, well, Morgan--It's down to this. Ready to forfeit?" Morgan snorted. "Forfeit this, bitch!" She speared her sister, banging her head wildly against the canvas.
Stephanie moaned and clutched her head, surprised to see that no hair was falling out. "Morgan, come on, Sis! Let's make amends and--" Morgan slapped her sister and then pushed her up into the turnbuckle. "That's what I say to amends." Stephanie stumbled around the ring like she was drunk. She made a tag to RVD.
"Holy shit!" Morgan panicked. She went for the tag to Angle, but RVD grabbed her ankle. "Sorry, Morgan, I like ya and all, but Shane's orders." And he punched her. She saw black.
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems