Rein Con: Morgan

Costumes: Wicked Witch, Black Cat, Blaze Fielding (SoR2 Version), Batgirl

This series seems to still be going over well, so it's officially a summer event! Next week is Bria, so let me know if you have costume ideas! :)

Liz. Would. Pay. For. THIS!!! As if the unprovoked assault wasn't bad enough, spreading Morgan's legs for the crowd of gaping onlookers was unforgivable! Morgan was only in this stupid costume contest to afford a new graphics card, but she'd put some real effort into her costume, and was serious about winning. Now the hours she'd spent getting her hair just right were ruined in seconds by this baboon!

Revenge would be Morgan's whole life now. She was going to join a gym, and start lifting weights for at least four straight hours every day. Once she graduated, she'd have time to focus on combat training. Naturally she'd have to find a suitable instructor, someone with vast experience in taking down lumbering she-beasts known for babbling outdated slang.

Then, some time later, three years, maybe five. Morgan would show up at Liz's door, swollen with muscle, with...with like, a bunch of trophies or belts, whatever you get from being an MMA champion. She'd be all “Hey bitch remember me!? It's payback time!” Then SLAM! Suplex right through the coffee table!

Morgan was still fuming when her name was called for the contest, her anger compounded with the knowledge that she now looked like she'd just rolled out of bed and then fallen down a flight of stairs. Whatever. Who cared about the stupid contest anymore, getting back at Liz was all that mattered.

The enthusiastic and positive response from the judges snapped Morgan out of her self-induced rage trance. They liked her “tussled” look, and, apparently having seen what happened with her and Liz, they asked about when she might be doing any more wrestling.

Huh. Morgan was ever the pessimist, but even she had to admit that her odds of winning this thing looked pretty good, as of now.

When you really thought about it, it wasn't really practical or healthy to lift weights for several hours a day. And personal trainers? Those are expensive as all hell. After searching her soul for several seconds, she found it in herself to forgive Liz. Sometimes you have to be the bigger person, and nobody was a bigger person than Morgan Kelner.

That didn't let Warren off the hook, however. Though Morgan supposed he'd be punished enough, even if he never knew it. She'd been going to ask him to do something with her after the convention. Something he would have liked a lot, but he had blown his chances of that happening. Blown his chances for today, anyway.