Hazel "Highlander" Nielson vs Elena "Dozer" Walker

[Sigma Morgan]

Both women were hurting and Elena's move demonstrated that perfectly. Hazel was left curling up on the mat while cradling her stomach in agony while Elena's own move sent a jolt through her already aching spine! With how sensitive Elena's back was to even the slightest bit of movement it likely wouldn't take much to keep her down for three and then some!

It was just that Hazel herself was left hurting and reeling, unable to take advantage of the blonde's current condition and end this painful match with something big! The effects of this match were likely going to linger for at least a week if not two of them as Hazel layed on the mat hugging her bruised stomach, her abs were durable but everything had its breaking point and it seemed the highlander's abs seemed like they were just about nearing there own!

Hazel's chest and back heaved with each breath she took as she planted her hand on the mat, trying to force herself to stand despite her core screaming at her to just stay down! Before she could do it on her own, Elena forced her back up to her feet, causing pain to shoot through the Scotswoman's body as she was forced onto the ring apron, only able to push her hands against the blonde's stomach in resistance on the way there. Hazel's hands attempted to reach for Elena's arm as it wrapped around her head, slightly choking her while it bent her spine unnaturally. The Scotswoman's black and blue bruised abs were on full display for the audience as Elena raised her first and drilled it into her stomach causing Hazel to cry out in pain before another and another hit her, each causing a slightly louder cry than the other! To make things worse the crowd even began to count, it was so painful it felt like fifty strikes hit her stomach but it was only ten before an agonizing double axe handle capped it off!

If it wasn't for the blonde grabbing her and pulling her back in the ring Hazel likely would have collapsed to the floor outside the ring face first! Laying near the ropes, Hazel's eyes watered through pain, her breath ragged, her right leg kicking the mat in pain at a sturdy pace! Hazel was not in a good position right now!

[Hitman45]

The chanting of the audience, roaring with every count of the number only spurred Elena to hit harder at Hazel's belly, which was mush at this point. Every fist descending onto the mottled expanse dug in as deep into the belly as possible, her abs offerring no protection whatsoever. Elena hammered away with glee, feeling the Highlander's stomach just absolutely give in and taking the blows without any resistance. This had really gotten the people out of their seats, eyes glued to the macabre sight unfolding in front of them.

Concluding the belly destruction with a final, brutal Double-Axe Handle, which collectively got a shuddered gasp of the astounded mob, Elena pulled Hazel back in to let her finally get a moment to truly register what had transpired till now. Part of Elena's mind was arguing that she maybe shouldn't have targeted the belly so much and instead should have gone for the head or back like the readhead did, which would have put her in a similarly precarious predicament as Elena was currently in, which though not felt at the moment due to her being the one taking the fight to the Highlander, was still residing in and around her spine.

But these past few moves, Elena was't thinking about strategy, she was just acting on instinct and emotion and channeling all her energies into pounding Hazel's midsection into mincemeat, which proved to be a resounding success.Whether not alternating her offence over other targets was a astute plan or not, the blonde was not in a mood to care, planning to cross that bridge when came to it...

For now though, the punishment would continue. Hoisting the Highlander up and leaning her aginst the turnbuckle, Elena attempted to clinch her head with one hand and start to hammer away at her belly again, with fists,not holding back at all and even bringing her knees to play, going at Hazel's mess of a belly with renewed fervour and precision and after she felt satiated to an extent, Elena just tossed her towards the centre of the ring, like a ragdoll and for the first time in this match, went outside onto the apron to take the aerial route.

But it wasn't as easy as it should have been, with every movement like a thousand needles stabbing into her back,which was making it impossible to even take a step forward, much less try to climb up. But Elena still wanted to go on, putting her leg on the bottom turnbuckle, and wincing all the way, tried to plant her foot above it, though with minimal success, but she would keep on it, trying her best to get to the top, because she knew, if she go this move in, it was game over for the ripped redhead...

[Sigma Morgan]

Hazel was in a bad way right now and Elena was committed to keeping it that way! The Scotswoman was only given a few precious moments to register what hit her and give her stomach a much needed break. The stomach was not the most practical target but if worked over enough it certainly was more than effective, something Elena was showing in droves as she pulled the redhead to her feet and shoved her into a corner where the blonde's fist once again brutalized her aching gut! Her abs no longer offered any sort of protection or resistance as the blonde's knees introduced themselves and came into play only adding to the agony with each consecutive blow!

Hazel was soon left as nothing more than a groaning and sobbing mess as her stomach was brutalized until Elena was satisfied where she was quickly thrown out of the corner to the center of the ring like a trash bag to the curb! Luckily for Hazel, the blonde seemed to want to end things on the aerial route, and due to early offense, it was slow to take shape!

"Come on... not... like this... not like this!" Hazel thought to herself trying to will herself and her body back into the fight! "Not like this!' Hazel said aloud but softly as she planted her hands on the canvas as her opponent got to the second rope. Getting her knees beneath her Hazel saw Elena going for the top rope! Pushing through the pain in her stomach Hazel rushed the blonde, landing a hard forearm strike across the woman's head to stun her.

Hazel huffed and panted as she stepped up on the bottom rope before grabbing Elena by the hair and hitting her with another forearm strike to the head wanting to make sure she stayed stunned before progressing up to the second rope. Pain radiated through her core, her stomach being the epicenter, she knew she wouldn't last long like this, and by the looks of it neither would Elena... it was do or die time and Hazel planned to put everything she had into one final assault. With one final forearm strike, Hazel took a moment to catch her breath as she wrapped her head around the blonde's head.

The Scotswoman then pulled her opponent up to the level of the top rope and then with a pained war cry lifted her overhead and held her. Her stomach felt like it was about to explode as she held her opponent high, the bruises on her stomach visible for all to see as the crowd got on their feet amazed by the show of resilience and strength. Hazel would then fall backward slamming Elena down causing a spike of pain to shoot through her stomach. Victory was in sight though! Pushing through the agony the Highlander quickly rolled through pulling her opponent up as she got back to her feet, her arm staying firmly wrapped around the woman's head as she lifted her up and again and turned, slamming her back down with a jackhammer completing her critical finisher known as Morríigan's Cry!

Morrigan's Cry!

Hazel was exhausted but there was one thing left she had to do! Laying on top of her blonde opponent she quickly hooked the woman's legs going for a pin as she panted, barely able to keep her eyes open as the referee dropped to their knees and began to slap the mat, the crowd was watching with anticipation, was this really it!?

"ONE, TWO!"

[Hitman45]

"HHhgh...NNgh...Just..gotta..." Every painstaking attempt to mount the top-rope was looking a rather tall order. Elena's back was not at all in a condition to stand, much less fight. But, this move, though laden with risk was something she was willing to bet on, to end this match for good. So, there was the blonde heavyweight, trying and failing, and trying again to ascend the ropes, with her spine screaming at her with every twitch of her body.

Her eyes weren't parted completely, seeing only a haze of colour and flash, trying to priroritize her bodily functions by limiting her sight, hearing and just trying to reach the top. The audience's cheer rose up everytime Elena climbed a step, only to disspate into a mixture of "Awww"s and "OOOoooofff's from getting back down again and again. Fortunately for her, Hazel's was in her own world of white-hot anguish.

The clinch followed by the ruthless peppering of her already destroyed abdomen was particularly satisfying for Elena, who was relishing to feel the abs of the redhead, which were looking nigh impenetrable at the start were now nothing but jelly, taking blow after blow without any defence of her abdominals and just straight-up caving in to the maximum, her knuckles were becoming slick from sweat which had formed over the black and blue canvas of the mottled mess that was Hazel's belly and the sheen just glided over from the bony joint down to her fingers with every spittle inducing shot to her midsection.

"Khha! Wha—" The crowd went hysterical, absolutely lost it. Elena herself couldn't comprehend what had happened. She was just up on the middle rope, finally trying to reach the peak, when she felt a muscular limb whip her face to the side, causing her to stumble, but hung on using her aching arms. It was Hazel! Yes, the same woman who looked incapable of moving even a finger a few moments ago, was now up on the ropes herself hitting back! The crowd, who were split into sides, rooting for each woman during their respective phases of dominations were now unanimously cheering for both the women to continue on, for this was surely the crescendo of the beautiful spectacle that had been played till now!

"Guhgh...Hkkk.."All of her body was aching now, even though her face had taken both the shots and made her almost fall onto the hard floor, but when Hazel swung her arm over the Blonde's neck from behind, Elena knew what was coming, but there was still an inkling of hope that the Highlander won't be able to go through with it. She won't be able to do it. She couldn't possibly do it....She was doing it! All of a sudden, the tables had completely turned, the script flipped on its head. Elena, who looked destined to end this gruelling slugfest, was now seconds away from crumbling like a pack of cards, as she was inverted from the Highlander's lift!

The sheer strength needed to achieve this feet was stupendous, and Hazel's core was nowhere close to provide the base necessary. But her she was, on the middle-rope, barely standing, holding Elena vertically on top, who herself wasn't in any positon to escape, lest her back were to give in. Sure, Hazel was still feeling the effects off all that the blonde had inflicted, her body quivering, face contorted and pained cries emanating from her mouth, but it was amazing that the Highlander had dared to do it and even more reason to be aghast was that her attempt had come to fruition!

"GAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!........HHHHAAAHHHHH!!....." A loud crash rang through the dome, the tremors rippled all over the mat. The audience, who had just opened their mouth to make noise were halted in their tracks when Hazel, who had just slammed Elena from an altitude for a Superplex, got back up with a roll, still the blonde captive and hoisted her up for another audacious slam to the mat! There was pin-drop silence for a moment. Not a soul dared to utter a single letter. This couldn't happen. This wasn't possible. To think that taking such an insane amount of damage to stomach would render the body useless to grapple and throw, and here Hazel was, defying all those notions and slamming Elena not once, but twice! Her core was surely wrecked, but that's what that spike of energy, that rush adrenaline did to the human body, temporarily supercharging the system to perform logic-defying feats like so.

Slowly the realisation sunk in, people getting back to their senses and now erupted on the top of their lungs. Elena was out of it, her spine shattered beyond measure. Lying on the mat, without response, body limp and limbs sprawled, her mind was all foggy and seemingly unable to decipher what was going on. Her eyes, barely a slit, could only make out a silhouette draping across her stomach and feeling her leg being lifted up. This was it, the match was done, with both women having given it their all, but for only one to win it. There was a sense of inevitability when the referee breezed past the first two counts.

THREE!!!.....DING,DING,DING!!

And thus, the hotly contested fight was done with and Elena once again being on the wrong side of it. She couldn't even get herself to move a muscle even after the three count, just lying there, breathing heavily, eliciting strained groans here and there.....

[Sigma Morgan]

Hazel breathed heavily as she pinned her opponent for a flawless three count. Pushing off of her opponent, the Scotswoman momentarily sat on her knees before falling back and laying on her back, her stomach radiating with anguish. The assault on her stomach was brutal and relentless, but in the end, several brutal moves to the blonde's back, along with Hazel's stubborn determination, proved to be enough to power through all that to a victory!

Laying on the mat Hazel's chest rose and fell with each breath, her right hand moved to her stomach rubbing it, trying to at least soothe the pain slightly while her left hand reached up and ran through her long red hair. It had been painful but she had won, her critical finisher proved to be just that and finished off her opponent and likely guaranteed her a trip to the hospital to be looked at, especially with how the woman's back had been bothering her before the devasting move!

Seeing both women down the referee quickly went in, checking on Hazel first. The Scotswoman simply took her hand off her hair and waved them away, she was fine, relatively speaking, her stomach bruised and battered to oblivion but her opponent was likely in far worse shape considering how much abuse her spine had just suffered!

[Hitman45]

Elena...you okay...able to walk...? ....Hazel, how are you feeling?.... Get the stretchers!...Fast!!

Muffled whispers echoed inside her ears. Something the referee was asking her, but only able to hear bit and pieces...crumbs. Her mind was looking like a void, floating into nothingness, with only the external sounds, which were just distant echoes at this point. She tried to piece together what has happened...and it hit her. Climbing the top-rope, Hazel followiing suit, the Superplex followed by the Jackhammer and...the successful three count— her loss. It was difficult to digest this. Flashbacks of her match with Ryuko came to mind where she was in a similarly advantageous position, but still couldn't manage to get over the line. That was against a more experienced veteran and she was actually happy that her debut was so tightly contested.

But this, here...Hazel was a new girl, just like her. Both of them were fighting in their second match and Elena had Hazel on the ropes till the last possible second, only to falter again. This loss was far more difficult to sink in and she was feeling absolutely gutted. Maybe being lost in her own wallowing, Elena didn't pay much heed to the people, but all of a sudden, she was jolted awake by their cheers and adulations. The spotlights were looking too bright, forcing the blonde to squint and adjust, and slowly her body started to restart after crashing twice. Subtle twitches of her fingers went all the way to weak movement of her legs and giving way to more audible cues of her not falling unconscious, as she groaned and winced in between her pants.

"AHhnnn....OOughhh....AGHh..."Painfully tilting her head to both sides, she could make out the people applauding and cheering, and Elena passed it off as the natural reaction of showering the winner with applause, but then she saw something that she did not expect, atleast not in LAW. Some of the fans, it seemed, were clapping for her and cheering her on! Elena could even decipher what a few of them were saying, which started to subside the pang of defeat from the pit of her stomach. Sure, she had lost, two for two. But she realised, she gave it her all, pushing her limits and taking the fight to the Highlander, despite her wrecked mess of a spine and had a genuine shot at glory!

Slowly, the bitter taste of the loss was starting to feel bearable. A small smile etched on her face, inspite of the searing pain coursing through her. She was unable to get up, her back not at all cooperating and maybe that's why the talk of getting the stretchers was going on a few moments before. Hazel was lying by her side, battered just like her, but victorious. A relentless competitor and an even devastating fighter, Elena's respect for the redhead went up. Not many could pull off what the Scotswoman had managed to today, and that too with a caved in, pounded and shattered belly. There was no shame in losing like that. The match could have gone in any direction with both of them exchanging blows almost equally, albeit with varying approaches. The blonde was sure that if they met in the ring again, the result would be different. For now though, Hazel would be the one basking in the pleasure of the victory.

"Hey...Ms.Chiroprator...ungh..That was...a good fight..argh...you were..nngh...great..." Both of them still lying about next to each other, Elena attempted lifting her forearm and ball it into a fist and tilt it towards the redhead, to bump their knuckles together, as the stretchers got into the ring...

[Sigma Morgan]

"I'm fine..." Hazel groaned out determined not to be taken out on a stretcher no matter what, she was the one who won the damn fight after all! It was a close fight, but a fight the Highlander won, both women ended up taking a beating but it was clear Elena got the far worst of it and was likely the one who was going to need the stretcher with the beating her back had taken.

"Hm?" Hazel hummed in response to hearing her opponent's voice before turning her head. "Miss Chiropractor" real cute, surprisingly the blonde still had the breath or energy to joke after their match. Seeing Elena's fist extended Hazel bumped it. "You were great as well" Hazel said returning the compliment before sitting up, letting out a groan of pain. Gritting her teeth Hazel forced herself up to her feet despite the pain in her core. Taking a deep breath Hazel walked to the same corner she suplexed Elena out of and climbed up on the second turnbuckle, placing her right foot on the top rope before spreading her arms, making a pose for the crowd, every bruise on her stomach visible to everyone spectating the mat.

Hazel smiled lowering one of her hands and rubbing it gently on her stomach trying to soothe the pain as she stepped down. The referee walked over to meet her and formally raised her arm as the victor in the match. 'Thanks" Hazel said softly before walking towards the ropes, giving Elena one last glance before stepping between the ropes and hopping off the apron.

Hazel slowly walked up the ramp until she was at the ramp, turning around and giving the crowd one last good look at her for the night as she pumped her fist in the air before walking to and disappearing behind the curtain.

[Hitman45]

Winner By Pinfall : Hazel "Highlander" Nielsen