Sheila Morgan vs. Hazel 'Highlander' Neilson (c) for the LAWLESS Championship

[BlackAkuma]

Again and again and again. After the first chair shot found its mark, Sheila laid into her a couple more times, making sure she got the most bang for her buck. It served its purpose as an excellent equalizer, hammering Hazel and knocking the fight out of her. At least for a few moments.

Now what?

”WE WANT TABLES! WE WANT TABLES!”

Sheila cocked her eyebrow at the crowd’s demand and smirked. While she wasn’t out to win hearts and minds tonight, it wasn’t the worst idea, was it? A good way to pile on the damage, and Sheila was a sucker for the classics. ”Be right back, babe.”

Sheila stepped back to the ring, lifted up the apron, and promptly pulled a table out from under the ring, much to the audience’s appreciation. She found a good spot in front of the announcer’s desk and proceeded to set it up, making it was placed in a prime location for maximum carnage.

[Sigma Morgan]

"Arhhhhhh! Aghhhhhh!" Hazel continued to scream in pain as Sheila ruthlessly struck her two more times with the chair, her legs continuing to kick and twitch from the pain in her back until Sheila stopped, eventually Hazel's body calmed and went still, though the pain was still there, burning in her upper back. Hazel could hear the crowd shouting for something, but she was in too much pain to care; she needed to focus on getting back to her feet.

"Nhhh" Hazel moaned in pain as she got her hands and knees underneath her and managed to push up slightly, slowly crawling towards the steel steps as Sheila dragged the table out and into position. "Move!" Hazel thought to herself as she used the steel steps to help herself back to her feet before turning back to her opponent, seeing the woman setting up the table. Knowing she had to do something, the Scotswoman stood up straight and grabbed the chain.

"Is that all you got?" Hazel asked tauntingly as she pulled the chain and her opponent towards her while quickly sprinting towards the woman with her arm extended to the side, aiming to catch Sheila with a hard hitting clothesline to buy herself some extra time!

[BlackAkuma]

The hectic, chaotic devil on Sheila’s shoulder wanted her to get this done as soon as possible, but she told it to sit back and shut up for the moment. Some things you could rush in wrestling. Setting up the table wasn’t one of them. She’d learned that the hard way, when she didn’t properly extend the legs on one during a match. She got slammed into it, the thing didn’t collapse properly, and she wound up nearly getting impaled by one of the legs.

This wouldn’t be like that time - at least, not for her. She got it up, got it into the proper position, and gave it a good slap for satisfaction.

She started to turn back Hazel’s way, only for the heavyweight to yank her back around, nearly knocking her off her feet in the process. Sheila looked, on, wide-eyed, as she saw that her foe was on her feet again - impossibly standing, despite the hammering she’d just taken. She knew the champ was tough, but this…

There wasn’t any time to process it, none at all, before Hazel yanked her forward and pulled her into the path of a deadly lariat, one that dropped the Wild One flat on the floor. She hit so hard that her body bounced up from the impact, then came to a rest as she laid there, sagging and seething.

[Sigma Morgan]

If the devil on Sheila's shoulder wanted this to end quickly, then the devil on Hazel's shoulder wanted to drag this out a bit and send a message at the Australian woman's expense while also repaying her for the pain she had been put through so far in the match. The payback began with a clothesline, the Scotswoman's weight crashing into her opponent's like a freight train so hard that the woman bounced off the floor.

After knocking Sheila to the floor Hazel collapsed to one knee to catch her breath, still not recovering from the chair shots quite yet. Looking back over her shoulder Hazel eyed up the chair on the floor, not far from Sheila still on her back. Rising back up to her feet, Hazel walked over to it and looked down, teasing the crowd for a moment before sliding it away with her foot before walking to the side of the ring up pulling up the apron.

Reaching down, Hazel grabbed something from under the ring before pulling it into view, before raising it above her head to show it off. A kendo stick! Hazel walked to her opponent's side, readying her weapon before swinging it down onto the woman's stomach, once, twice, and finally thrice to start things off and make her opponent squirm in pain!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was sprawled out, chest heaving, fighting to drag air back into her tortured lungs. Even still, she smiled as the taste of blood dripped over her tongue, a sure sign that this fight was going in the right direction.

Movement. She could feel the chain jangling, a warning that the champion was up to something, and Sheila didn’t have to wait long to learn what was up - soon enough, her foe return with the goodies. Kendo sticks. Nice choice.

It wouldn’t mean much, but Sheila attempted to sit up, anyway, rising as her foe loomed over her. She put up her hands in a weak defense as the first strike came down, unable to slow it down even a little. It crashed into her stomach. Another strike followed after that, and another, and all the Wild One could do was writhe around and shriek with every impact, as the blows tore into her skin and left angry red welts.

Nasty. But if Hazel thought this would keep her down, oh, she was so fucking wrong. ”Not bad. I guess.” Sheila began to sit up again, clutching her stomach and smirking up at Hazel as she did. ”Try again. Put that big ass of yours into it.”

[Sigma Morgan]

Sheila may have tried to defend herself from the kendo stick, but it did her little good as Hazel unloaded onto the woman's stomach with three hard swings. Her opponents shrieks and screams of pain, disappearing into the loud reaction of the fans, some wincing at the sight of the brutality on display. Hazel scoffed and took a step back as her shoulders rose and fell slightly with each deep breath she took. Using her free hand, the Scotswoman wiped the sweat from her forehead as her opponent sat up and taunted her.

The Australian must have been a masochist. She had audibly been in immense pain with just the strikes she received and wanted more, even harder ones. "You're going to regret even wanting this match Sheila, let alone wanting me to hit you!" Hazel growled before grabbing the kendo stick with both hands and swinging full force towards the side of her opponent's head. If it hit, the chances were good the kendo stick was going to snap, but at the same time, Sheila was going to get more than she bargained for in pain!

[BlackAkuma]

Hazel’s words just made Sheila laugh even harder. She regretted a lot of things in her life, sure - not getting to wrestle certain people, missing her favorite shows, that orgy she tried to set up that one time - but violence? Oh, she’d never regret violence. Didn’t matter whether she was giving or receiving. Sheila was having the time of her life. ”Heh. You don’t know me very well.”

Hazel didn't seem to see the humor in the situation, though - far from it. Sheila was just starting to pull her way back up when the champ came back at her, bringing down that kendo stick like the hammer of god. The weapon exploded over her skull and it felt like her brain did much the same, leaving her laid out the floor as a stream of blood came from her forehead.

[Sigma Morgan]

Perhaps to the average sadist or masochist, this did seem quite funny or exciting. But to Hazel, this was just business, she didn't care what it was to her opponent, she wanted this match, she decided to continue to taunt her, she even encouraged her to hit her, and now she was going to suffer for it! Hazel's swing was so hard the kendo stick exploded and broke into two massive pieces and several smaller ones! As for her opponent, hell Hazel didn't seemed to care much even as the woman's forehead as clearly bleeding.

"Get the fuck up!" The Scotswoman growled as she reached down and grabbed the Australian's hair, forcing her to stand up before grabbing her by the back of the head, if this woman's wanted violence, she was going to get it. Turning her body Hazel moved closer to the steel ring post before attempting to slam her opponent's face into it wanting to make the woman's bleeding even worse! If successful Hazel would keep ahold of the woman's head before turning and moving to slam the woman's face into the table that was set up earlier!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila wasn’t unconscious - not just yet. But she was definitely closer to it than anyone in their right mind would ever want to be, her head taking massive trauma from that kendo shot. Even still, she held on, smirking through bloody lips as Hazel hauled her up.

The woman seemed determined to wipe the smile off her face, and, to be fair, ramming it into a steel post was a good way to accomplish that. Sheila’s skull slammed into the unforgiving metal, filling her vision with white - painful, but in a way, it helped. It meant she barely registered that her face had been rammed into the table.

She hit with a sickening crack, then slumped down to her knees as she shook her head, too dazed to mount a proper comeback at the moment.

[Sigma Morgan]

Hazel was cold, trying to act as if this match inconvenienced her and her title reign! Truth was, it was about to be a crucial part of it, proving that despite never being much of a hardcore wrestler, she could match them in brutality, the same way she did in her match against Hana.

One thing was for sure, though, she was making this match, and her opponent's face was bloody! Hazel let Sheila's body slump after slamming the woman's face into the table, which was not marked with the woman's blood, as well as Hazel's own hands. "Still enjoying yourself?" Hazel asked with malice in her voice as she reached down and grabbed her opponent by the hair before forcing her face against the table and running it across, smearing it with a line of the woman's blood as if to tease and mark where her opponent was about to go next!

Hazel would then pull her opponent up further, giving the crowd and the cameras a horrifying view of Sheila's bloody face for a few moments before lifting the woman up and placing her on top of the table. Hazel wasn't just going to make sure the woman went through the table though. She wanted to make sure this fucking hurt, so while leaving the woman lying on the table, she turned her back to the woman and went to pick up the chair the woman had used on her before.