Hazel "Highlander" Nielsen (D) vs Biyerna “Dutch Fortress” Luna

Standard Match

Win Via Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, Count Out, Or Disqualification


Tonight was the night.

Hazel stepped inside a locker room, closing the door behind her, it was empty, nobody but her and the floor tiles were present. Privacy was a nice thing to have before a match, the relaxing silence before the roar of the crowd. The Scotswoman wandered in, finding one of the many benches in the room right in front of her locker and sitting down, setting her bag on the floor in front of her. Years on the independent scene back home had lead to and prepared her for this. Every slam she gave, every punch she took, all the pain taken and given, got her to this point, a large premotion, a chance to make a splash in the big leagues.

The ginger haired woman had high aspirations, but winning her debut would satisfy her thirst for glory temporarily. "One step at a time Hazel" she thought to herself. Hazel reached down, opening her bag, there wasn't a lot in there outside of her ring gear, the usual top, bottoms, skirt, boots, forearm sleeves, and a bottle of water, and for her entrance her bear cloak! Pulling out her gear, she set it on the bench next to her before taking a sip from her water bottle before putting it and her bag inside her locker.

Changing never took Hazel long, she must have changed into this gear hundred of times, sure she replaced it when it got worn out but the design had never changed, the fit remained perfect. Pushing her hair back, Hazel sat back down, putting on her boots and with that, her outfit was complete outside of one piece. Grabbing her street clothes Hazel put them in her locker and close it.

Bear Cloak:

Glancing at a clock she was right on schedule. Hazel quickly grabbed her bear cloak and put it on and pulled the hood over her head, leaving the locker room Hazel walked through the halls, nimbly avoiding the flurry of activity backstage, doing her best not to get stopped or slowed down. Getting to the curtain she began to stretch her arms one at a time across her body before rolling her shoulders.

Hearing her music start Hazel took a deep breath, waiting a moment before stepping through the curtain, walking out onto the stage, the crowd was loud, her fans from her days on the indies chanting her name. Hazel smiled and stopped in the middle of the stage, brushing her cloak out of the way so that her arms were as visible as possible before raising them, flexing them, showing off her work in the gym!

Letting the fans soak in her muscles, the nearly six foot tall Scottish woman was enjoying the attention! Lowering her arms Hazel began to descend down the ramp, giving a few fans high fives on her way to the ring before focusing up. Getting to ringside Hazel removed her cloak, letting it fall to the thinly padded floor before heading up the steel steps.

Ring Gear:

Walking along the apron for a moment Hazel then stopped in the middle and stepping between the ropes. The crowd still hadn't lost there energy as Hazel went to her corner and climbed up to the second rope, resting her right foot on the top rope, extending her arms to the side, letting the crowd stare at her muscular and impressive figure again before hopping down and turning around, letting her back rest against the turnbuckles and her arms on the top rope. Hazel focused herself, watching the stage, waiting for her opponent, no matter who it was, her goal didn't change, win.

Biyerna would be sitting in her shared locker room with Renee. She was holding one half of the AFW Tag Team championship in her hand while trying to drown out the yapping by the masked Renegade. She was also muttering to herself while she waited for her queue to come out of her locker room and get to the ring, along with Renee being in her corner since they were tag team partners.

"Ik word helemaal misselijk van die irritante Amerikaanse brunette. Ik kan niet geloven dat ik mijn eerste titeloverwinning moet delen met deze kletsmajoor. Bah. Zodra we de titels laten vallen, laat ik haar vallen."
(“I'm getting sick and tired of this annoying American brunette. I can't believe I have to share my first title victory with this blabber mouth. Ugh. Once we drop the titles, I’m gonna drop her.”)

Luckily, the blabbering would end as the AFW staff let Biyerna know that they were ready for her to make her entrance. Biyerna nodded and would get up and place her AFW Tag Title on her shoulder. She then walked out of the locker room, followed by Renee, as she would wait in the show curtain area, waiting for the green light to come and make her entrance. Renee would be behind her as Biyerna got her green light to come out.

Biyerna:

Biyerna made her entrance as Renee cheered her on. She raised her AFW Tag Title in the air before handing it to Renee and walked down the ramp. She then walked up the steel steps and would stare down the Scotswoman. She then cracked her knuckles before taunting her that she was gonna crush her. Once she was in her corner, she would stretch in her corner and waited for the bell to ring to begin the match.