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

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila’s tactics might’ve seemed insane to the naked eye, but as far as she was concerned, that was just part for the course. They were fighting for the hardcore title, after all. You didn’t go for that if you were squeamish or if you had a problem with pain. Hardcore matches weren’t about style, didn’t deal with technique - they were an endurance test. How much can you endure, how much can you stand before your body gives out? Who can dish out the most damage in the short amount of time?

Shiela wasn’t technical, she didn’t know intricate counters or complex submissions. But she could hurt. She could dish out pain. She could destroy. She was a virtuoso at that.

She was in her element now, as she moved in and brought the corner around Hazel’s neck, crushing the champion’s throat with the cord. ”It damn well better fucking not!” She hissed and gripped the cord even tighter. ”I didn’t come here for easy mode.”

And she wasn’t going to get it, either. Hazel still had plenty of energy to work with, a fact she displayed when pushed back and rammed Sheila against the ring, smashing her back against the unforgiving metal. It wasn’t enough to make her let go of the cord, but it did take some strength out of the grip, loosening it and giving the champ a small reprieve.

[Sigma Morgan]

Hazel was never a woman who specialized in hardcore matches, she was a prideful wrestler, aiming to win rather than seriously hurt someone in most of her matches. She had won this title from its previous owner to prove herself, and now she was neck deep in the wild world of hardcore, though her pride was never gonna let her give up or avoid a challenge unless her body could no longer move!

Hazel had managed to smash and sandwich her opponent between her weight and the ring, the wire hadn't gone anywhere but Hazel could feel it loosen though, every second she was stuck with this thing cutting off her airflow the weaker she got. Staggering forward and carrying Sheila's weight Hazel had another thing in mind if Sheila didn't want to let go. Managing to get in front of the steel steps, Hazel would throw herself backwards, letting the Australian's back smash into the solid steel and painful edges of the steps with one hundred and eighty pounds of Scottish muscle coming down on top of her as well!

[BlackAkuma]

Holy fuck, was Sheila actually going to win the hardcore belt, here?

It seemed crazy, but, well, that seemed to be the case. While she wouldn’t say that she had dominated the match thus far, she had definitely done far better than any lightweight should be doing against a heavyweight, and it wasn’t because Hazel wasn’t up to the task. Sheila’d just been on her A-game today, knowing that this could be her first and last shot at any gold. She had to make this matter.

And that tenacity was rewarding her. She was close, so close, to putting Hazel down for good. Just a few squeezes, and then-

Those thoughts evaporated as Hazel made a sudden charge back, driving Sheila with all the force she could muster. The Australian looked over her shoulder and realized what was about to happen, but it was far too late to stop it - she crashed into the steel steps, spine first, and the blow sent raw electricity through her body. Sheila cried out, let go of the wire, and fell to her side, where she proceeded to thrash about and hiss like a cut snake.

[Sigma Morgan]

As Sheila's back hit the steel steps, Hazel's lungs flooded with air. Sitting up Hazel went into a coughing fit, her hand reaching up and rubbing her throat, the wire leaving a red mark and some swelling in its wake. After the coughing died down, Hazel's expression turned much more aggressive and when she turned to look at Sheila, she saw red.

Getting up, Hazel approached the ring apron and wasted no time grabbing the first chair she saw before walking over to Sheila. She was pissed, Hazel had never been seen so angry before. If Sheila wanted a truly Lawless experience, she was about to get one! But instead of hitting the Australian with the chair she set it up in front of her before grabbing the wild one by the hair, before dragging the woman over to slam her face into the seat. Hazel would then grab the woman by the throat to drag her up to a near standing position before shoving her down onto the chair. "Have a seat cunt!" the Scottish heavyweight roared before taking a seat on her opponent's lap.

This may have seemed like quite the intimate moment in any other situation, but here, Hazel wanted to get personal with the woman who had almost managed to choke her out. Raising her fist, Hazel would send a hard punch straight into Sheila's cheek!

[BlackAkuma]

”Fuck…fucking shit…”

Sheila grumbled as she writhed about on the floor, trying her best to deal with all the mounting pain. Needless to say, getting sandwiched between the LAWLess champ and the stairs was not a pleasurable experience. Her back felt like kindling, utterly smashed under Hazel’s weight, and as she looked up and saw the redhead storming her way, she knew it was only going to get worse from here. Much worse.

Hazel grabbed her by the hair - because of course she did, everyone did - and proceeded to drag her along the floor, leaving her to squirm and wriggle like a fish on a hook as she was hauled. That all came to halt, however when the back of her skull was rammed into the metal, leaving her loopy. Far too loopy to even think of fighting back as she pulled up and sat on the chair.

What happened next, however, brought some lucidity back into Sheila’s brain, however. Having a hot, muscular woman sit on her lap tended to have that effect. Even through all the pain, she managed a smile. It didn’t last long before Hazel knocked it off with a punch, but it was there.

”Heh. Not the worst lapdance I’ve ever had.” Sheila spat blood off to the side, as her hands came around to grope Hazel’s ass, while her hips thrust forward. If she couldn't fight back, she might as well get as much out of this as possible. ”Harder.”

[Sigma Morgan]

Driving her fist into the Australian's face was damn near therapeutic for the Scotswoman, though Sheila was quick to try to get something out of it for herself as she teased the Scotswoman before grabbing her ass. Hazel blushed slightly, feeling her butt grabbed by a near stranger, when her girlfriend showed more restraint and shyness before making such a move. "Fuck it" Hazel thought to herself, she might as well get something out of this too, especially if it was going to keep her opponent distracted and as a punching bag. "Hope you're watching Kai" she thought to herself before moving her hips, grinding her but down on her opponent's lap before throwing another punch towards Sheila's face before standing up and shoving her covered crotch against the woman's face for a second before raising her right leg and sending it forward to knee Sheila's torso, once, twice, and for one final third time. "Enjoying yourself, bitch?" Hazel would growl though with a small smirk on her face.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had to say that when she started this match, she hadn't wagered on it ending with her getting a violent lap dance from the Lawless champ, but you know what? She wasn’t complaining.

Strangely enough, Hazel was getting into it, too, giving her a little grinding to go along with her own. She wound up taking another punch in the face for her efforts, but really, that was small potatoes. An easy price to pay for the pleasure she was getting back, and it didn’t stop there.

Sheila was not expecting to get the champ’s crotch shoved in her face, so when that did happen, she couldn't help the muffled laugh that came out, as she breathed the woman’s scent in deep. That stopped, of course, when the woman dropped down and gave her several stiff knees in the chest, but the smile remained, as did the hands on her cheeks.

”Ooph. Yeah, that’s the good stuff.” She slumped forward and ran her tongue along Hazel’s thigh. ”Yeah, I don’t think this is a hentai match. But if you want to improvise…”

[Sigma Morgan]

Hazel had full control of Sheila, giving her a brutal beating mixed with a lap dance on top of the chair, leaving the Australian woman slumped against her toned thighs. Hazel paused though, as she felt Sheila's tongue running against her skin before hearing the wild one ask quite the lewd question. Hentai... not only did Hazel not like the idea of engaging in it, she already had a girlfriend. With a growl, Hazel grabbed Sheila's hair and pulled her face away from her thigh. "I'm taken slut" Hazel replied before pulling her out of the chair.

From there, Hazel would grab Sheila by one of her wrists before forcing her arm between her legs and using her free arm to wrap around the woman. With a small grunt, Hazel would attempt to lift the woman up, setting her up for a pump handle slam while staring at the chair. From there, Hazel would take a step forward before throwing Sheila forward while also releasing her. If Sheila didn't find a way out, she had a one way trip through the same chair she was just ending herself in, the lightweight's body likely being enough to completely bend and mangle it after impact!

Pump Handle Slam!

[BlackAkuma]

Honestly, Sheila really liked the way it was going, all of the sudden. She hadn't come here looking for a fuck, but Hazel was her type of girl. Rough, strong, aggressive, she was all for it. If she couldn't get the title out of this, she might as well get a fuck.

Sadly, that was not in the cards, it seemed. As it turned out Hazel had one of those ‘girlfriends’ that Sheila had heard so much about. She’d never tried one herself, sounded like way too much of a hassle, but the big bitch seemed serious about hers.

”What’s your girl got to do with me?” She snickered as she was hauled out of the chair, but that smile didn’t stick around for too long. The woman was out for blood, and she wasn’t going to waste much time getting it, either.

The next thing Sheila knew, she was being hauled into the air with astonishing ease, brought up, her light body easily lifted. She was weightless and free for a moment, only for Hazel to pull her back to the Earth at frightening speeds. A bad situation made worse by the small fact that there was a chair beneath her.

Despite being so small, Sheila’s body annihilated the chair, breaking it apart on contact and shooting the steel into her spine. The Wild One went into a screaming fit on the floor, as she rolled about and cradled her aching back, utterly broken before the champ.

[Sigma Morgan]

Sheila still not taking a hint that Hazel had no interest in fucking her did her no favors as the Scotswoman slammed her onto a chair, absolutely annihilating the piece of thin steel. Hazel looked down at her opponent without any mercy as the woman screamed and rolled around the floor in pain. "This is what she wanted" Hazel thought to herself, justifying the brutality. She supposed this was about as good a time as any to put the wild one down mercifully, but it was always good to have a plan B incase Sheila decided she hadn't suffered enough yet.

Crouching down, Hazel lifted the ring apron before grabbing a table and pulling it out from underneath before sliding it inside the ring before turning her attention back to Sheila. Grabbing the chain and grabbing the woman's hair Hazel pulled her up before attempting to force her under the bottom rope to join the table inside before following her in close behind.

From there Hazel would push Sheila slightly further from the ropes before laying across her body and hooking the woman's leg for the pin attempt!