Morrigan Vs. Amethyst Velour

Morrigan couldn't even move to make an attempt at moving as Amethyst raised the chair high in the air. As it came crashing down on Morrigan's head, she was out before she ever even felt the searing pain in her skull. She drooped to the canvas in a drooling, unconscious mass as the crowd booed Amethyst's excessive brutality.

Amethyst flung her chair to the side, and then stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She was smiling, not even realizing the crowd was booing her, as she stared down at Morrigan, looking over her from head to toe.

She was beautiful, in her beaten, broken state. The sight of the Crow lying helpless before her filled Amethyst with a warm, gleeful emotion. She loved it. In fact, she wanted more! She wouldn't mind seeing the redhead like this more often!

But for now, she was content with her work. With one last look at Morrigan, she turned away, moving to slip out of the ring to make her exit, a spring in her step and a grin on her face as she started up the ramp and out of sight.