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

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was, pretty much, done. While she was willing to put up a fight and battle to the end, she also knew better than to put herself in real danger when there was no point to it. She could barely move at this point, much less fight back or do anything. A comeback was just not happening. She had fought the champion, held her own, and came up short. She had no regrets.

So, when Hazel came into the ring after dragging her in, she would’ve been willing to relax, fade away, let the inevitable happen, except for one small problem: The table that she’d thrown into the ring. An unbroken table in a hardcore match was a terrible thing, and her honor as a hardcore wrestler demanded that she fix that, even if it cost her own body.

At the last moment, Sheila threw her arms up, breaking the pin with what could’ve been mistaken for a spasm. She groaned, but nodded her head towards the table, as she managed a weak smile.

”Don’t be a fucking tease, bitch.” She closed her eyes and breathed deep, as she summoned what was left of her adrenaline reserves. ”Finish me off right or don’t do it at all.”

[Sigma Morgan]

This was it. There was no way in hell Sheila was kicking out after taking one of the Scotswoman's finishers through a damn chair... and yet as the count hit two, the Australian managed to kick out, whether it was a spasm or a death wish, the match continued. Hazel looked at Sheila, a bit of tiredness in her eyes, but also surprise, and anger.

Hazel's fists clenched. If Sheila didn't want to stay down, she would just pound her face in until she stopped moving, considering how low the two women had gone throughout the match, though it seemed Sheila had a request. A bit of an odd thing to hear in a wrestling match, and Hazel would have otherwise ignored it if the crowd hadn't chimed in.

"WE WANT TABLES! WE WANT TABLES!

Hazel took a deep breath, then sighed. She was always one to focus mostly on the match and less on the crowd, but now that she had a belt, she would have to balance the two more. Getting up, Hazel would take a few steps to grab the table before setting up the legs and positioning it in front of the corner, always making sure to keep an eye out behind her in case the Australian had alternative plans.

"Come here bitch!" Hazel said as she reached down, grabbing Sheila tightly by the hair, she pulled the woman up, before marching to the corner and throwing the woman's face into the turn buckle to make sure she stayed stunned and didn't try any last second tricks! Hazel would then grab the women's wrist and pull her arm between her legs before wrapping her free arm around her back to lift her up, setting her up for another Aurgelmir Slam, though with this being the finale... Hazel needed to go bigger.

Stepping back, Hazel would get her right foot on the bottom rope before getting her left on the second before stepping up! From there, Hazel would only let the anticipation build up a few seconds before moving her body forward and throwing Sheila's body onto the table, breaking it in half with a second rope version of her finishing move!

Avalanche Aurgelmir Slam

Hazel received some of the force from the table, but it was nothing compared to some of the stuff she had suffered tonight and she wasted no time grabbing Sheila's ankles and folding her over, the Scotswoman's crotch area resting against her opponent's ass as she went for something known as the pretzel pin to hopefully cap off her second match as the Lawless Champion!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was a wrestler, but she was also, once upon a time, a promoter. Not a terribly good promoter, if she was being frank, but she tried her hardest, her best, and she followed certain golden rules. One of them, arguably the biggest, was that you never sent your audience home without a big splash. You always gave them what they paid for. You never broke a promise. If you brought a table out, somebody better go through that damn table.

You can take the Aussie out of the Outback, but you can’t take the Outback out of the Aussie. God help her, somebody had to go through that table, and if it had to be her, then such was life. Hazel was the hardcore champ—the standard for all things extreme in LAW. Nothing less would do.

”Ow, ow, fuck, you don’t have to grab me by the hair, fuck-”

Sheila hissed as she was dragged along and pulled towards the corner. Her face was driven hard into the corner, rammed into the pads, stunning her for a few moments while Hazel set her up for…wait, what was she about to do?

Ah, a pumphandle slam off the top rope. Nice.

Sheila was brought out of the corner, sent hurtling through the air and came down crashing on the table, annihilating it in a show of splintered wood. Her body was folded in half as the shock ran through her sentence, turning her into a ragdoll. The only movement she could make was the tiniest of twitches. Not enough to escape, not even close.

Count to three. Count to three thousand. It wouldn’t make a difference.

[Sigma Morgan]

"ONE, TWO, THREE!!!"

That was all she wrote as the referee dropped down and completed a full three count with barely a twitch coming from Sheila's broken and defeated body. Hazel wasted no time releasing Sheila's ankles and immediately falling back to sit on the canvas and rubbing her neck, a line of swelling already formed from the strangulation she had suffered earlier, as the referee approached her and grabbed her wrist, raising it in the air as her music began to play.

Hazel let out a small grunt as she slowly got up to a knee before rising back up to her feet as the referee brought her the LAWLESS title. Smiling Hazel went to a corner and climbed up, raising the title up with both hands, showing it off to the crowd after a brutal fight to retain it! Hazel's body began to feel tired as the Adrenaline wore off and was replaced by the pain from everything her body went through tonight, primarily a lot of pain around her throat. Hopping down, Hazel gave Sheila a brief glance at the lightweight who had given her quite a bit of trouble last night, but also awakened a new side of her for a few minutes. Giving her a small smile for a moment, Hazel turned to leave, stepping between the ropes before hopping down onto the floor and heading up the ramp, her hand moving up to rub her throat as the other refused to leave her title as she went backstage to rest and relax, to prepare for the next challenger!