A genuine smile adorning his face, Evertrust walks up behind Razor Ramon and taps him twice very quickly on the shoulder. When The Bad Guy turns around he is greeted with a rusted nail that Evertrust had dangling from his lips as if it were a toothpick, shot right into the left eyeball of the recovering alcoholic. As Razor staggers and has his hands to his face in great pain, trying to slowly pull the nail out of his eye, Evertrust trots forward with a gustful kick to the mid section. Nobody seems to be able to believe it as Evertrust pulls Chico's greasy head between his legs, posing with his arms outstretched as he keeps Razor's head locked tightly between his thighs. Is he going for it?

Yes.

Everytrust finishes the pose and leans down to pry Razor up from the ground and slings him over his shoulder, with a gentle bounce getting Razor in position over his back with his hands holding Razor by his arms as Razor looks like he's dangling helplessly from a cross whilst crimson rushes down his face from his nailed eye.

Thwomp—Razor Ramon just tasted the effects of his very own Razor's Edge at the hands of Evertrust. Lightly dusting his hands off but realizing he'll have to wash them in order to remove all the grease, Evertrust shakes his head in sadness for poor Razor's feeble attempt to distract him. Perhaps he'll think twice before trying that again.