"So, they announced the fixtures fer Lord of the Rings then aye?"
A distinctive Glaswegian female's voice can be heard as she seems to be holding a 'one sided' conversation. The probability that she is on the phone to someone is pretty high, like 99% certain, but to anyone walking past her as she leaned against the wall, facing away from people's view, that 1% of uncertainty about maybe it's just someone who is insane still lingers. Of course, for those who actually know who this woman is, that 1% becomes slightly larger.
"Look Raz'... Ye gotta get ye ass intae the ring and actually start trainin' properly fer this one. I dun care if ye facing some lass people haven't heard of before, if she pulls off a win over ye, ya gonna look like even more o' a bawbag than ye do now!"
Judging by the slight elevation in volume in her voice and the more colourful language being used, it's clear she is talking to someone who either means a lot to her, has some kind of interest and investment in or has drawn the short straw and is looking out for them... Or maybe it's a case of all three?
"Look, I'm nae forcin' ye tae train. I've done some diggin' me'self lad... I cannae find feck all 'bout this Laurel Lass... Not even a mugshot! S'like she's jis a name... BUT its nae excuse tae not prepare fer facin' her... I know ye'll probably win, but there is that 1 time in 100 lad where ye'll feck it all up and I'll spend the rest o' forever laughin at ye sorry ass!"
Shaking her head as she hears the response, the Scottish woman rolls her eyes and speaks one last time.
"Don't ye Bella! me. Ye were the one who signed us up fer this thing, ye should be the one who makes the effort lad. Get ye ass in gear, or I will make damn sure ye won't enjoy the next few days aye? Yeah, you too... ya feckin' wuss!"
Hanging up, the woman who we now know to be Bella Quinn
, a PRW wrestler and the girlfriend of Razer
, a fellow PRW wrestler turns round. Looking across the street at the passing traffic and the grey skies above her, she sighs and tries to order her thoughts.
"The things he comes up with... doin' this crazy shit in his downtime... We're already in tournaments elsewhere, helpin' tae train some MMA fighters for a big event on New Year's Eve, and he expects tae jis walk out there, face this chick we don't know anythin' about and just carry on with it?
If he ain't as serious about this deal as I am, then I'm certainly gonna make him feel serious. Jis because he's fightin' a girl, disnae mean a girl cannae kick his ass
We later catch up with the Glaswegian. Wearing her 'ring gear' - a black and dark blue faded MMA styled vest top with a front fastening zip and a faded Scotland flag pattern on it, matching style shorts and a faux-leather, tartan effect skirt, complete with matching boots, the fiery tempered brunette is clearly putting someone through their paces. Hitting the ropes in a training ring, she cannons forwards, leading elbow first and catches a much bigger man in front of her in the chest. Although she seems to be half his size in terms of mass and a foot shorter than him, the impact of the elbow sends him stumbling backwards just enough for her to slip up close to him, hook his ankle and knock him down with a modified, leg sweep based STO. As both of them hit the mat, Bella climbs up on top of her larger opponent, grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and holding her fist just inches away from his face.
"Enough... I get the point girl!"
Satisfied with the outcome of the brief training session, Bella climbs off the man and pulls herself up just as he gets himself up.
"Ya really are a crazy bitch sometimes Bell..."
Looking at the man and smiling, she places her hand on his chest and stands on her tip-toes, leaning up to him and planting a kiss on his cheek.
: "Well Raz, ya lucky this was jis a trainin' match aye? If that were a real match an ye went at her like ye did at me, ye'd be gettin a 3 second tan an walkin outta XWA wit' yer tail between ye legs!"
With the other man's identity now revealed to be Razer, its clear to see just what Bella meant in her phonecall.
: "Ok, ya proved your point Bell... But I still don't see how you think this is gonna help 'motivate' me... All its made me want to do is instead go get drunk and start singing The Proclaimers at you until we either try to kill each other, or get bored and hook up again..."
Punching Razer in the arm, Bella shakes her head.
: "Ye don't get it do ye? We're over here in XWA... These people here, they don't know what we're like properly. Sure, some o' them may have watched us in PRW once o' twice, but we gots tae make a gid impression lad. Ye gotta go out there and win this match, or you'll make everyone look bad, not jis us"
: "I get that... I just don't get why YOU
care so much about this? You're not even participating..."
: "I care because..."
Pausing, Bella looks round the empty gym.
: "Ye tell anyone a said this, and I will cut off ye baws... got it?"
Razer simply shrugs as if to say "whatever"
: "I care because I actually like ye, believe it or not... And part of me actually wants ye tae succeed and do somethin' here... Of course, part o' me wants tae see ye crash, burn and fail miserably, jis so a can mock ye tae high hell and back again"
: "And who said romance is dead?"
Moving in to hug her, Razer holds his arms out, letting Bella put hers round him. The moment she lets her guard down, he quickly hoists her up and drops her back down onto the canvas with an extremely controlled uranage. Leaning over her, his face mere inches from hers, he flashes her a wink.
: "Hit me wit' my own move again, and I will feckin' kill ye lad!"
: "And whilst we are on the subject... I like you too!"
Kissing her on the forehead before letting go and getting back up, Razer walks to the ropes of the ring and climbs out of it, leaving Bella sat in the ring watching him.
"If only he'd actually show that level of commitment tae trainin', then he'd have nae problems wit' this tournament!"
As the sold out MSG gets ready for the next person to walk out, there is a low faint noise coming from the speakers as the screen begins to flicker momentarily. All of a sudden, the speakers kick to life with the sound of "Cutting Teeth"
by Swedish metal titans The Haunted
. As the roar of Marcus Aro tears through them, accompanied by an extremely brutal sounding riff and intense drums, there is an explosion of silver and dark green pyro along with flashing strobe lights, rapidly flickering in time with the relentless drums. On the big screen, the word "Razer"
appears and it flicks between "One Man Army"
Sorry to burst your fucking Bubble.
You had your Peace, now it's Time to set things straight.
So you thought you knew me, I thought I knew Myself too.
Bet you had me written off, an able Gun but with Bullets lost.
Sleeping Dogs be left asleep, but here's some Jaws that want it's Meat.
As the verse kicks in, the smoke from the pyro clears and standing in the midst of it, in the middle of the stage is Razer. Head hung low, hand balled into a fist and raised above his head, he remains there for a moment as Bella Quinn
walks out next to him. Lowly lowering his fist and looking up, Razer surveys the crowd for a moment, taking note of the rather interested and neutral reaction to him, before the pair on stage begin to make their way towards the ring.
Hana Ramierez: "Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Bella Quinn, standing at 6 feet 4, weighing 260lbs from Liverpool, England... RAZER!"
After all, we're just cutting Teeth.
Watch me now.
As the song's chorus kicks in, Razer and Bella make it down to the end of the ramp and get into the ring. Holding the middle rope down and lifting the top rope, Razer lets Bella enter first before ducking under the top rope himself. Walking towards one of the turnbuckles, Razer climbs up onto the middle rope and holds his fist in the air, mouthing along the lyrics to the chorus of his song, whilst Bella preens in the middle of the ring. Dropping down from the ropes, Razer removes his shades and his leather jacket, revealing the Slayer cut off vest he wears underneath. Throwing them into one of the corners, Razer leans on the ropes and stretches a few times whilst keeping his eye on the ring and discussing strategy with Bella who exits the ring and waits down at ringside.
As Shonen Knife's "Cookie Day" hits the speakers, Laurel Anne Hardy bursts straight through the curtain, screaming with pure energy. She dances down to ringside, slapping fans' outstretched hands all the way.
Hana Ramirez: From Rhyl, Wales, weighing one hundred and forty-eight pounds...
After touring all around the guardrails, hugging fans and complimenting homemade signs, Hardy slides into the ring and runs up a corner where she poses before pulling off her brightly coloured feather boa and tossing it into the crowd, prompting a scrum to catch it.
Hana Ramirez: The Living, Breathing Installation Event of the Millennium... LAUREL! ANNE! HARDY!
Laurel drops to a sitting position and headbutts the top of the ringpost to hype herself up, then pops back to her feet and straight into a backflip down to the middle of the ring where she takes a deep, theatrical bow.
With both participants now in the ring, they retreat to their respective corners. Standing alone in hers, Laurel Anne Hardy takes a moment to compose herself. Being presented with someone of the size of Razer, a six foot four, 260lb powerhouse with a reputation for being rough in the ring as her opponent in the Lord of the Ring tournament certainly is a daunting task, but as they say, you have to beat everyone in your path if you want to make it to the top. The strange thing though is whilst most people coming face to face with someone the size of Razer if they were Laurel would so more apprehension than what she actually is. Instead, the lady from Rhyl is actually smiling, almost as if she is relishing this challenge. Across from her, looking rather apathetic is Razer. Eyeing the much smaller female opponent, he glances down to the ringside and spots Bella, his 'supportive' girlfriend ranting on at him. Even though he knows that this is a legitimate match, it still seems weird that the first time he steps into the ring here in XWA, he's given someone a whole foot smaller and near enough half his body weight lighter to throw around and hurt. Given his body language, it's clear that he isn't taking this seriously at all.
Sanction: "Well, every tournament has them, and ours will be no different. Here is a classic 'David vs Goliath' matchup"
Rose: "You don't see many of these guy versus girl fights either... Some people feel that they're too awkward to watch, especially if there is such a clear difference in size like we have here with Razer and Hardy"
Shaw: "To be honest, I could care less either way... Underdog vs Big guy, girl vs guy, whatever happens, neither one in the ring can beat me. I mean, I'm incredible... Razer just seems like a tattooed muscle head with an angry girlfriend who says stuff you can't understand... and who's the girl? Do we have a new interviewer here?"
Ignoring the disdain from the current champion who is out at ringside, boosting his own ego, Rose and Sanction continue to talk as Razer and Laurel are brought to the middle of the ring by the official to have the rules of the match passed by them.
Rose: "Looking at this match up, you would be a fool not to back Razer, purely on the physical aspect alone, he has this in the bag. Laurel is a well respected lucharesu though and she has a reputation for being relentless. Maybe against people more her size/weight class she could be dominant here, but against Razer, it's almost as if she is like a glass hammer "
Sanction: "One good hit, and she's shattered!"
Rose: "Laurel has to keep it moving here, the moment she slows down or gets caught by Razer, its game over. She needs to hit fast, hard and go for the blitz win here. Just simply overwhelm Razer with her agility and hope she can put it to rest before her cardio lets her down"
Sanction: "What about Razer?"
Rose: "He might be agile, but nowhere near agile enough to contend with someone the size of Hardy. All he has to do is catch her and then that's it. A few big moves and the match is as good as his, but he has to be aware of the counter attack threat. Razer is a guy who employs a lot of lifting moves, most of them can be countered by someone with Laurel's style. As for strikes, the big man has to place them well, someone like Hardy no doubt has honed her art to using her opponents momentum against them."
Shaw: *yawning* "Just ring the damn bell already... This is dull"
With the rules explained and the bell rung, the match gets underway
DING! DING! DING!
With both participants still measuring the other up, the two Brits approach the middle of the ring again. Keeping just out of striking distance of one another, they begin to circle. With both of them keeping their attention focused on the other ones hands and legs, watching for any tell tale signs of a sudden movement or a strike, the standoff serves to build some tension for this debutant filled clash. After a two or three passes round the ring, the tension finally shatters. Laurel brings her arms up, signalling she wants to lock horns with the Enforcer, who stops, looks over at Bella and mouths something to her which draws a facepalm from the Scot at ringside.
Rose: "Did Razer just say 'Seriously?' "
Sanction: "Judging by Quinn's ringside reaction, I think he did. Total sign of disrespect right there from the Liverpool native"
Shaw: "To be honest, I would be saying seriously too... Like why am I seriously out here watching this crap..."
Turning back to Hardy, Razer shrugs his shoulders and obliges the Welshwoman. At first he crouches slightly, so he is at eye level with her which draws some cheap but warranted heat from the fans, before pushing back up to his full height. Standing over a foot taller than her, Razer stops playing round and reaches out. As both of them lock up, Razer just stands there. Not even bothering to struggle, resist or even make any attempt to fight back, he just watches Laurel try to off-set him as best as she can. After about ten awkward seconds of Laurel trying to shove him backwards, Razer finally acts. Leaning forwards, he fakes being pulled off balance which prompts Laurel to reel back before shoving herself forwards at him with all her weight behind her. Feeling the resistance, Razer quickly releases the hold and steps to the side, sending Laurel stumbling forwards. As she goes past, Razer sticks his boot out and in true dickish heel manner, trips her up before holding his hands up, pretending to be all innocent.
Shaw: "HA! Now that was funny... Granted neither of these two have anything on me, I like Razer's sense of humour. I'd be pretty pissed if I was given a chick to fight in my first match here!"
Rose: "What an Asshole!"
Shaking her head and clenching her fists, Laurel regains her footing and turns to face the Englishman. Seeing Laurel looking angrier than before, Razer cockily walks forwards to her before holding his arms out, this time asking her to lock horns with him. Wanting to prove a point, Laurel obliges him. As she reaches out and the pair tie up once more, Razer instantly overpowers her. Readjusting his grip, taking her firmly by the shoulder, Razer twists round and slings her as if she was a bowling ball, throwing her across the ring. Taking the tumble but rolling right back up to her feet, Hardy rushes back in at Razer who quickly pulls his bandana off. Holding it out in his hands and shaking it, almost as if he was waving a red cape at a bull, Razer steps away, making a swishing motion as Laurel passes under the bandana as he flicks it out the way, drawing even more ire from the crowd and Bella down at ringside as he shouts 'Olé'.
Sanction: "I seriously hope Hardy makes Razer regret doing this.
Upon hearing the shouting from the Scot at ringside, Razer finally gives up fooling around. Shaking his head, he points at Laurel and motions for her to 'bring it'. Not wanting to fall for any more cheap tricks or humiliation attempts, Laurel cautiously begins to circle round Razer, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Seeing Hardy try to 'toy with him', Razer shakes his head and takes a deep breath before making his move.
Rushing in at Hardy, the big Englishman brings up his right arm and goes straight for a textbook clothesline. As Hardy shuffles her feet, she gracefully ducks under the extended arm of Razer, whilst spinning in a counter-clockwise rotation whilst bringing her left leg up. As she spins out, left leg raised, she angles her body so her leg extends higher and smashes the back of her heel into the middle of Razer's spine with an unorthodox styled heel smash which gets a big response out of the crowd. The techn-ocoloured lucharesu quickly springs backwards after making contact and drops down low into a crouched stance. Planting both her hands firmly into the canvas, she spins round, extending her legs once more and hooks Razer's trailing leg with a sweeping motion, knocking him off balance, but not doing enough to bring him down to the ground. Stumbling forwards, Razer quickly pivots on the spot and turns to face Hardy who is back up on her feet and ready for Razer's retaliation. Lunging forwards, Razer throws his right arm out, going for a straight palm heel thrust strike which Hardy spots a mile off. Stepping to her right, Hardy flicks her hand out, parrying the blow and quickly catching hold of Razer's wrist shortly after. Dropping her left arm, she throws it forwards in an upwards motion, striking at Razer's upper arm with a palm heel strike of her own before twisting on Razer's wrist as she spins round, yanking down on it at the same time and throwing him head over heels with a jiu-jitsu styled wrist whip.
Rose: "Impressive start by Hardy. The phsyical difference between her and Razer is not an intimidating factor at all. She's just going straight for it."
Sanction: "She does seem like the type who enjoys a challenge, and given how Razer acted towards her at the start of this match up, I'm certain that putting him down like that will have been sweet"
Shaw: "So the chick knows some martial arts and is quick... Big deal. I can do kicks and flicks like that too, it's all easy with some practice and training"
Keeping tight hold of Razer's wrist, Hardy tries to drag the Liverpool native over onto his back, but Razer manages to break free of the hold. As he drags his arm towards himself, he pulls Hardy off balance and before she can react, he quickly pushes up to one knee before lunging forwards, shoulder first, dropping her down to the canvas with a shoulder block. Hardy hits the canvas back first, but almost instantly springs back up to her feet and comes at Razer hard once again. Throwing out a quick jab, Razer tries to catch Hardy, but the lucharesu evades it by pirouetting round the strike before firing off a backward thrust kick towards Razer. Jumping back, Razer narrowly escapes being caught in the mid-section by the kick and acts quickly. Taking hold of her by the ankle, Razer shoves Hardy away from him, sending her tumbling to the floor once more. As she pulls herself back up, Razer reaches down and takes hold of her by the hair. Forcibly pulling her to a vertical base, the big Englishman releases his grasp and then takes her by the wrist. Throwing her forwards, he whips her across the ring and gives chase. As Hardy bounces off the ropes, Razer catches her with a clothesline, knocking her down with little effort required much to the dismay of the crowd. Stepping away and waiting, Razer watches Hardy pull herself up to her feet before he moves back in again. Reaching out, he grabs her by the neck and tosses her into the ropes like a ragdoll. As Hardy comes back off them, Razer simply stands his ground, letting her bump into him before pushing her into the corner. Despite seeming to show some willingness to fight, the Enforcer is far from done toying with her.
Sanction: "This woman-handling approach from Razer is just tiresome to watch. He isn't interested in fighting one bit. All he wants to do is throw his weight round and bully her"
Rose: "I have to agree, but at the same time, it's an interesting approach to this. Hardy's Lucha style is all about leverage and momentum shifting. By just tossing her about, Razer isn't giving her any window to actually hit some of the moves we saw her pull earlier"
Leaving Hardy in the corner, Razer takes a few steps back before charging in. As he rushes in for the corner clothesline, Hardy brings both her legs up and plants her feet into Razer's chest. Stopping him in his tracks, Hardy quickly follows up with a series of low kicks, each one catching him in the calves. Stalling the Enforcer, Hardy quickly makes her move. Escaping from the corner, she ducks past Razer and quickly spins round, driving her elbow into his lower back. The well placed elbow strike causes Razer to arch his back before he turns round. Lunging forwards, Razer goes for a big right hand swing but Hardy catches his arm and uses his momentum against him, sending him across the ring with an arm drag. The crowd goes wild for Laurel as she finally starts to get some offense in without Razer interrupting her. Razer picks himself back up and comes in again, only to eat another arm drag. As he rolls from the impact and pulls himself up, Hardy is hot on his heels. Running in, she leaps up and drives her knee into his chest, knocking him backwards and getting him caught up on the middle rope. As Razer pulls himself away from the ropes, Laurel readies herself again. Going forwards once more, Razer this time goes for the clothesline, but as he brings his arm up, he quickly pulls it back, causing Hardy to reach out pre-emptively. Catching her off guard, the Englishman quickly grabs her by the wrist and pulls her towards him. Taking tight hold, he effortlessly scoops her up for a scoop slam, but as he goes to drop her down, Hardy manages to worm her way out of his grasp. Dropping down, Laurel swings her legs round, catching Razer round the neck with her calves and uses her momentum to swing him, flicking him across the canvas with a head scissors takedown which gets the crowd firmly behind her.
Sanction: "Impressive reversal by Hardy there. Razer thought he had outsmarted her, but the Welsh girl got him pretty good there!"
Rose: "She has to keep building up on this. It's like I said earlier, all these lifting moves and traditional strikes play right into her game. She's deadly on the counter and if she can string a few moves like that together, she might neutralize the power game from Razer"
Looking to build on this, Hardy backtracks. Heading to the ropes, she bounces off them and comes running in at the rising Razer. Looking to hit him again with another head scissors, she takes flight but as she tries to twist in the air, Razer brings his arm up and nails her with the clothesline, dropping her right back down to the canvas. Dropping her like it involved no effort, Razer reaches down and pulls Hardy up again. Keeping a tight hold on her, he clubs her across the upper back to keep her stunned and subdued before hoisting her up and dropping her down with a vertical suplex. Keeping the hold in place, Razer rolls them both over and pulls her up again. As they both rise to their feet once more, Razer lifts her up again for another suplex, but as he goes to hoist her up, Laurel manages to slip free of his grasp. Floating over, Laurel twists round, plants both her hands on Razer's shoulders and plants both her knee's into his back as she drags him down, hitting him hard with a Lungblower! As Razer bounces from the impact and rolls onto his stomach, Laurel quickly pushes him over and goes for the cover.
Shaw: "Fantastic counter there from Hardy and it almost paid off!"
Reaching up behind him and holding his back, Razer tries to get his breath. As he begins to pull himself up off the canvas, Hardy waits for him to get to one knee before making her play. Stepping round to Razer's left, she rushes in as he pushes himself up onto both feet. Seeing Laurel coming in fast, Razer drops back down to the canvas, prompting her to jump over him and hit the ropes behind. As Razer pushes back up again, Laurel springs off the ropes and catches him in the chest with a flying elbow strike. Razer drops down once more, but this time, he gets up quicker. Rising to his feet and extending his right arm, he lunges out for the clothesline again, but Laurel ducks under it with no effort required. Hitting the ropes, she bounces off them and jumps up for what looks like a flying clothesline of her own, but as she loops her arm around Razer's neck, she uses her momentum to swing round him like he was a pole, swapping arms and dropping him down to the canvas with a sling blade. Getting the crowd fired up, Hardy rises to her feet and cartwheels past Razer as he sits up, before jumping up and dropping both her feet into his chest with a basement dropkick.
Shaw: "Spins, jumps and a lot of flash... Anyone can do that!"
Sanction: "Care to demonstrate in your next match then?"
Rolling backwards and rising up to her feet again. Laurel showboats some more to the crowd. Back flipping towards the ropes, she bounces off them again and rushes in at Razer who once more pulls himself up to one knee. As she closes in again, Razer reaches out and stops her dead in her tracks by wrapping his hand around her throat as he rises up. On the outside, Bella finally smiles. Clapping both hands together, she starts to encourage Razer as he tightens his grip on Hardy. Pulling her close, he plants his free hand on her back and lifts her up before slamming her down with a brutal looking chokeslam! The crowd jeers loudly as Razer backs up before jumping up and dropping a big leg drop across Hardy's mid-section. Getting back up again, Razer reaches down to grab hold of Hardy, but the lucharesu manages to latch onto him. Flicking her legs up, she catches him by the neck and pulls him towards the canvas, hooking his leg and going for a roll-up variant.
Managing to evade being held down for the three count, Razer once again deprives the fans of a reason to cheer. Pulling himself up slowly, he looks round and spots Hardy planning her next move. Watching her circling round, trying to get behind him, Razer quickly pushes up and lunges out at her with both arms outstretched. As he tries to latch onto her, Hardy hits him with a stiff elbow strike to his exposed ribs. Stunning Razer, she quickly turns inside, catching his head in her hands and bringing him over her shoulder with a snapmare takedown. Getting back up, Razer goes to step forwards, but Laurel leaps in, smashing him in the chest with a spinning wheel kick. Staggering backwards into the ropes, Razer tries to catch his breath, but before he can even think, Hardy runs in. Jumping towards the turnbuckle first, she lands on the middle rope and catapults herself off, knee first, smashing into the side of Razer's head and sending him outside of the ring.
Rose: "Hardy just hit Razer with the Punctum!"
Shaw: "I hate to admit it, but that was one hell of a knee strike!"
Crashing down off the apron and onto the floor below, Razer lands flat on his face. Laying there for a moment, he shakes his head and holds his face. Realising that underestimating Hardy early on in the match was a big mistake, he begins to crawl towards the announcer's table. Reaching up, he pulls himself up using the table as a support and tries to steady his shaky legs. After getting to his feet, he steadies himself before letting go of the table and slowly turning round. As he steps towards the ring, he looks up and before he can even react, Hardy knocks him down with a huge suicide plancha, getting everyone in the venue up on their feet. With both competitors down on the outside, Hardy is the first to show some signs of recovery. Pulling herself up, she looks down at Razer lying there flat out on his back and then looks to the announcer's table. Not wanting to waste this chance, Hardy climbs up onto the table and takes one last look at Razer before back flipping off it into a knee drop to the Englishman's chest.
Jolting forwards from the impact, Razer holds his chest and grimaces. This wasn't the match he was expecting from the welsh woman and given how harder her strikes are getting, he knows he only has one real chance to swing the match in his favour, otherwise she'll completely run rings round him and wear him down. Reaching up, he uses the announcer's table once more as an aid in lifting himself up. As he gets back up to his feet again, Hardy grabs hold of him. Running on adrenaline and the backing of the crowd, the lucharesu helps him up to his feet before resuming her attack. Trying to force Razer into the ring, she pulls at him, but even in his slightly subdued state, she can't shift his 'dead weight'. Lashing out, Razer manages to bring his knee up and drive it into Laurel's stomach, doubling her over for a moment. Buying himself a few seconds, Razer takes hold of her hair and pulls her head back before throwing his head forwards, smashing his forehead into hers with a big headbutt. Staggering backwards, Laurel stops herself on the apron and shakes her head. Knowing that Razer is coming in for her, she throws one leg forwards, trying to kick Razer in the mid-section, but the Enforcer catches it. Smiling, thinking he has her at his mercy, Razer goes to reel her in, but as he pulls on her, Laurel jumps up, twists herself round and smashes her free leg into Razer's face, hitting him with the Pele kick variant of the enziguri. Subduing Razer once more, Hardy takes hold of him by the neck and manages to get him back into the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope.
Sanction: "Just when it seems Razer looks to have some solid offense in, Hardy comes in with a swift and effective strike, cutting it off."
Rose: "He's certainly thinking twice about mocking her the way he did earlier. By the time Razer started to take this match seriously, he'd already lost it"
Climbing up onto the apron, Hardy quickly leaps up onto the top rope and launches herself off in a front flip motion. As she goes over, she extends her legs and looks for the front flip leg drop, but Razer manages to evade it at the last second by rolling out the way. Wincing from the impact of the missed move, Hardy tries to get back up. Using the ropes, she pulls herself up and looks over to Razer who holds both hands over his face. Knowing the match is in the palm of her hand, she advances on Razer for what she hopes will be the last time of this evening. As she confidently approaches the slowly rising Englishman, Laurel watches him get to one knee again. Knowing she can rush in now and catch him with another huge knee strike, potentially landing the knockout blow, she picks up speed. Breaking into a run, Laurel closes in, but as she goes for the jump, Razer flicks his head up and sprays her square in the face with the Asian mist!
Sanction: "That was dirty by Razer!"
The crowd erupts in boos as Razer rises up to his feet fully. With her vision hampered, Laurel is completely vulnerable right now. Turning her back on Razer, she claws at her eyes, trying to get the red substance out of her vision, but it's too late. Getting close behind her, Razer drives his elbow into her lower back, subduing her. Reaching up, he takes hold of her arm and loops it between her legs whilst grabbing hold of her shoulder. With the pumphandle set up in place. Razer lifts Laurel up, twisting her round in the process before dropping back, slamming her down into the canvas with the Last Walk in the Light, the Brit's take on the Kentucky Bomb! With Laurels shoulders pressed down against the canvas, Razer simply hooks her leg as the fans jeer loudly.
Sanction: "Not like this!"
Hana Ramierez: "Your winner...... RAZER!!!"
DING! DING! DING!
The fans jeer Razer as loud as they can, but he doesn't care. As "Cutting Teeth" blasts through the speakers again, drowning out the sound of the heat, Razer climbs back up to his feet. He holds his arm in the air, smirking at the downed Hardy. Rolling into the ring, Bella Quinn walks towards him and instead of congratulating him on his win, proceeds to slap him across the face and berate him for not taking the match as serious as he should have done in the beginning.
Rose: "Well... It might not have been a pretty ending, but Razer picked up the win..."
Sanction: "Hardy was phenomenal in this match up. She really pushed the bigger man and didn't let the physical difference between the two of them factor into the match up at all."
Shaw: "Problem is, you can be phenomenal all you want... It's when push actually comes to shove... That is what makes the difference in a match. Razer might have slacked off during the start of this match up, but when he knew he had to act, he did. It wasn't pretty, but winning doesn't have to be pretty. It just has to be done!"
With Bella now 'calmed' in the ring, she raises Razer's arm in the air once again as the crowd jeers the pair. Walking over towards the downed Hardy, Bella leans over her, putting her face right in hers and starts to mock her, laughing at her for losing in such a manner. Growing tired of Bella's chance to get some heat, Razer pulls her away and leads the pair out of the ring.
Post Match - Razer's locker room
Sitting there, wiping the sweat from his forehead and taking several deep, controlled breaths, Razer tried to wind down after his match against the unpredictable and surprising Laurel Anne Hardy. He didn't expect her to be as fierce as she was and maybe part of him did slightly regret toying with her at the off, but at the same time, toying with her, in order to make her go full pelt at him was probably the best thing he could have probably done to motivate himself. Not that being unmotivated to face a woman with the skill and credentials of Hardy was a slight at her, he just felt that he could have been given someone more his size so he could show just how good he really was. Reaching down, he picked up the bag of ice which Bella had prepared for him and placed it on his jaw. He could still feel the stinging and throbbing pain from the springboard knee strike which sent him over the ropes and down onto the outside of the ring. It was at that point, he knew he had to end it quickly. Closing his eyes, Razer took one last deep breath before opening them again. Lifting his head up, he looked at Bella and prepared himself for what was coming next.
: "So, ye won... You said ye would and A ne'er doubted ya lad..."
: "...And here comes the But
: "Feckin' right it comes!"
"Brace for impact in 3... 2... 1..."
: "Whit the feck where ye playin' at oot there Raz? Ye knew once we found some info oot about Laurel that she wasnae all there in the heid 'n she's actually dangerous!"
Before Razer can even move the icepack away from his jaw to speak, Bella continues with her verbal assault.
: "I mean, sure, piss the crowd aff, get 'em on yer back, give them a reason to cheer fer ye opponent before ye put them down... It's how ye opperate 'n thats fine lad.. But feckin' toyin' wit' the lass? Wavin' ye bandana like one o' them Matador fellas..."
Frustrated, Bella throws her arms up in the air and shakes her head.
: "Ye almost feckin' blew it oot there. ye gave her enough rope tae hang ye with and then hang me with jus' fer the sake of makin' yeself laugh?"
: "I won though, that is all that matters. I said I was going to win, and I did it."
: "Yeah, but it was hollow. Ye let her run riot on ye and then had tae use the mist faaar earlier than ye would have anticipated. Now everyone'll know ye have that trick up ye sleeve and will be expectin' it"
Razer simply shrugged the concerns off.
: "Expect it or not, I put her down and that was all that matters. The current Lord of the Ring and champion, Jericho Shaw was sat there watching. He was probably buying into his own hype and fancy record, but thats his problem not mine. All he will have seen out there is someone who can take hits, find an opening, exploit it and seal the deal."
: "Blunt and to the point... Just like ye conversation skills"
Rolling her eyes, Bella walked over to Razer and sat down next to him.
: "Ye cannae afford tae feck around though next round. No matter who ye get, whether they're bigger than ye, faster than ye, more skilled than ye... Ye gotta take this shit seriously!"
Razer moves the icepack from his jaw again and turns to face the Glaswegian.
: "You should know by now dear Bella, I Always
take things seriously..."
Shaking her head, Bella looked at Razer with one eyebrow slightly raised.
: "mouthing.. Seriously? at me in the middle of a match is you taking it seriously? I know ye better than that lad, stop tryin tae fool me!"
Punching her boyfriend in the arm, Razer simply shrugs it off, no selling his girlfriend's verbal beat down even more than he has been already.
: "Look, I get it... If I'm gonna make a name for myself here, less of the arsing about and more of the handing arses to people... You don't need to keep going on at me... Besides, I thought you were waiting for me to crash and burn?"
: "I am lad, believe me, I can't wait tae see ye arrogance cost ye big time... But ye cannae crash at the first or second hurdle, its nae that entertainin' fer me!"
Opening up the ice pack, Razer casts a sidewards glance at Bella who turns away from him to check her phone. Knowing that the only way to get her to change subject is to give her something bigger to be pissed off about, he taps her on the shoulder with one hand whilst having the other on the now open bag of ice.
: "What you want now?"
Pulling at the neck of her top with one hand, Razer pours the contents of the ice bag down Bella's top and quickly stands up, getting as much distance between him and Bella as possible. Seeing the Glaswegian's eyes widen for a moment as the shock of the ice on her skin kicks in, he watches them narrow quickly as she stands up and points at him.
: "AM GUNNA FECKIN' KILL YE RAZER!!"
Taking that as his cue to make a hasty exit, the Enforcer ducks out of the locker room and hastily makes his way along the corridor, safe in the knowledge that other matches are still going on so he has a fairly unobstructed path to the nearest place to find some beer.
"Well, at least she won't go on about the match anymore!"