No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere! The Black Racer vs Beda Simmons

Beda was successful in locking in the vice grip, and she began to squeeze on The Black Racer's head as hard as she could, she had complete control of the match now, so things were looking good.....until he continued on with the Game Of Thrones topic. "Don't....you....ever shut up?!" Beda grunted as she wrenched the smaller man around, as if she was trying to literally crush his head.

She thought she felt her opponent fading in the grip, when suddenly he got a hold of her neck and began kneeing her gut in quick succession! Beda tried to ignore the pain and keep the hold locked in, but her stomach was burning up, so she resorted to quickly trying to push her opponent into the ropes, shouting "You bastard!" as she did.

With the knees connected to Beda's gut, the racer was glad when she threw him into the ropes. There he could rest his skull, until he heard the woman call him a bastard. "Hey language! What would you do if Jon Snow heard that!" The Black Racer would say, feeling somewhat clever.

"But fine, no more Thrones quotes, happy?" he said also sounding annoyed. "But your gonna have to choose a different mythical fantasy universe, preferably Star Wars or Lord of the Rings. But not Hobbit, they ruined that with the movies...I could also do Star Trek..." he said as he started to ramble once again...as if he still hadn't learned his lesson.

Beda angrily threw The Black Racer towards the ropes, where he managed to stop and rest to regain his energy, yet he was already going on running his mouth again!

Beda audibly sighed as she rubbed her aching gut, before quietly saying "he wouldn't....because he knows NOTHING!" and charging forward again and extending her muscular arm out, slightly judging herself for going along with The Black Racer's little game. Her aim was to try and clothesline The Black Racer out of the ring, where not only could she cause more damage via the outside concrete, but also bring some weapons into the mix.

"Ha now your getting it!" he said happily, finally an opponent who could play around with his humor. But as he saw her charging at him, The Black Racer instinctively leaned back and threw himself over the ropes before she could reach him. Still falling onto the ground, it was better than taking a clothesline and doing the same.

Now ready to fight back, with the fans cheering, The Black Racer announced his next move! "Umm....I don't really have a quote about what I'm about to do so...bye?" the racer said doubting his own comment, as he dove under the ring. Many cheered and laughed at his this odd tactic, waiting for him to come out. Though as the moments passed he didn't.

Beda charged and looked ready to strike, but The Black Racer was thinking one step ahead, throwing himself backwards and over the ring. She watched as he announced his next "move" and suddenly flew under the apron, garnering some laughs from the crowd.

Beda ducked under the top rope and climbed out of the ring in anticipation for The Black Racer to return, but a few seconds passed, and there was no sign of him. The former soldier was just as confused as the crowd, raising an eyebrow, saying "C'mon, enough games....get out and fight." as she waited.

Eventually she got tired of his games, and Beda angrily walked up to the apron and got on to one knee as she prepared to open the apron up. If there was one thing she knew about The Black Racer, was that he was unpredictable, so she would have to be very careful when she lifted it up to look under the ring.

The Black Racer knew he had to be smarter than his opponent, as he crawled further under the ring. Noticing the light behind him, he realized Beda finally got tired of waiting for him, which was his plan all along. Coming out from the other side, the racer would climb back into the ring, and run across in a sprint. As he finally reached the end, he jumped over the ropes planning to land on the woman with a flip.

He wasn't dumb enough to yell a quote at her now, though. That would give away his position. So instead, the racer whispered "Its a Trap!" to himself. Not GoT, but she couldn't hear him.

Beda looked angrily for her seemingly disappeared opponent under the ring, it didn't help that The Black Racer's outfit was just as his name suggested, black. She thought she saw a glimpse of something, but suddenly the crowd perked up and suddenly began to cheer, causing a confused Beda to look up. As soon as she looked up however, she just managed to catch a glimpse of The Black Racer's body flying over the top rope just as he crashed directly onto her, the momentum taking her to the ground with a splat!

Her back landed roughly on the concrete, and she started getting aching pains as her opponent climbed off her. Beda would slowly get to one knee and pulled herself up, using the bottom rope for assistance. She was still stunned however, and had no idea where her opponent was, so she tries to slowly walk around the ring away from The Black Racer, in hopes of regaining her strength before he could take the advantage.

"And that's how we do it in the North!" The Black Racer would yell as he got up from Beda's body. That aerial took a bit out of him. But it seemed to have done its job. Ha lets see how Beda is feeling...."Oh Shit! Where is she!" the racer shouted in surprise. Looking around, she must have walked away after he turned his back.

"How the fuck do you lose the fucking mountain!" he said cursing himself. Then looking towards the right side of the ring, he saw Beda walking away a bit slowly. Wanting to capitalize on her weakened state, the racer dashed around the ring, planning to clothesline her from behind.

Beda crawled around the ringside area as her vision slowly regained, she was nowhere near out of the fight just yet, and her next plan of action would be to grab that little twerp by the neck and send him to kingdom come (in a not-murder sense, of course). Before she could do that however, she fell face-first to the floor as Racer's arm connected directly with the back of her head, the momentum from his speed adding extra weight to the move.

Grunting as she hit the floor, she felt The Black Racer's padded black hands grab the back of her hair and attempt to drag the gargantuan woman back to her feet. She allowed herself to be dragged up however, because as she got to one knee, she would attempt to quickly swing her head up so she could connect the back of her head directly into his jaw!

Giving the woman the clothesline at high speed sent her down to the ground. "And that boys and girls is how mountains fall" he said in a lecturing tone. Then trying to bring her up to her feet, The Black Racer grabbed her hair and started pulling her up.

"Well now seems like a good time to...gackk! he said as Beda rammed her skull into his jaw. Dammit he had a glass jaw too, which always stunned him when in fights. "Ahh thu Vitche" he said with words that were completely impossible to understand. Grabbing his mouth he tried to make it stop rattling if that made any sense. Unaware of his opponents next move.