AV 18 Tag Championship - Blazing Blizzard (c) vs. Novae

The elbow drop had really put the hurt on her opponent and Chelsea felt pretty good about her chances from there. Not looking to pointlessly hurt an opponent Chelsea stood up and went over to go and try and go set up the ladder.

“Time to take back what’s mine.” Chelsea said going to push and retain her titles as she would try and set up the ladder and trying to set it up so that it was under the belt directly and going to try and start climbing the ladder to win.

”Ow. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.”

Valerie was in pain. Tatiana was also in pain. Belinda was in pain. Oh, and so was Chelsea, but Chelsea was legal and going for the ladder, which made all the difference. Groaning, Tatiana sat up and grabbed the apron, pulling her way back into the ring, clumsily rolling in. Getting up to her knees, she started to pull her way back up the ladder, desperately trying to make it up to beat Chelsea.

”Come on…” One rung.

”Get up there…” Then another…

Chelsea was hurt. But all things considered she was still the healthiest person in this match, and with the ladder set up that could be the deciding factor. Making it up one step at a time Chelsea got closer and closer to the title belts with her mind going fuzzy with excitement. Her pinning Akiha won them the belt, how great would it be to be the one who made the deciding difference in there first actual defense?! She was loving it, and though she saw the other member of the opposing team coming close Chelsea thought she could get the belts before she got up.

“Come on, Come on...” Chelsea muttered, she was close enough she could reach out and start to grab the belt but she couldn’t get a good grip on it with one hand, and she didn’t want to let go of the ladder with both. So instead her hand dangled and occasionally bounced trying to get ahold of the damn thing so she could start to yank it down.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

Seeing Chelsea getting so close to the belts was all the fuel that Tatiana needed to boost herself even further. She didn’t just want to win, she wanted to take her belt back to Belle, and show that she was right for believing in her, that everything she said was true. She could do this. She would do this.

”No!” She made her way to the top and just started swinging at Chelsea. No rhyme, no reason, just wild hands flying at the woman’s face, a mad scramble to knock her off and send her back to the mat.

Chelsea was so close her hand had gotten a semi-decent grab at the belt a few times but each time it would slip away a few seconds later. She was frustrated but getting closer and finally after taking a risk and stepping up another rung she was starting to get a better hold of it when she was assaulted by fists to the face.

“Huagh! H-Hey! Oww! Shit! Are you crazy!? Aaaw! Ohh you little-” Chelsea’s guard was not up and the first few punches knocked her around easily. Not helped by her hands immediately grabbing the ladder to try and keep herself from falling. Though once she felt she felt secures again she would try and throw a punch back to stop Tatiana’s constant attacks before she actually knocked her off.

For what was essentially a mad, desperate attempt to secure the belt, Tatiana’s assault worked out a lot better than she could’ve hoped. She was able to stun Chelsea a bit, for a golden moment, and she had time to just reach up and touch the belt, letting her fingers grace the leather straps.

It was a nice moment. It all came to nothing, though, when Chelsea roared back to life and came back at her throwing a hard punch that clocked Tatiana straight in the face. Her world went white for a second, and when she came back, gravity had taken hold of her. She was falling, and falling fast.

”Nonono-” She cried out right before she hit the canvas, sending a hard shock throughout her entire system.

The punch hit and knocked Tatiana off the ladder and sent her dropping to the mat. Securing Chelsea’s place on the top but her mind went to the point of the match. They wanted to show that they ruled the skies, and ruling the skies involved taking risks. Everyone had taken a risk besides her, and this was a PPV. Chelsea did not want to be a boring champ. So with a devilish idea Chelsea started to stand up to the very top of the ladder.

“This is dumb. This is dumb. This is dumb.” Chelsea repeated to herself over and over again but she never stopped standing up all the way as she zeroed in on Tatiana. Chelsea took a breathe looked at the crowd and then jumped doing a 450 in the air before looking to come down on Tatiana for one impactful move.

Disappointment was the main thing going through Tatiana’s head right now. Well, aside from the blinding pain, but that was more of a physical thing, and she was kind of numb to it, what with the adrenaline and all.

Letting her sister down was one thing. Valerie held sort of a high standard with everything, always a perfectionist, always complaining, so Tatiana likely would’ve gotten some guff even if they’d won. But letting down Belle, showing that her girlfriend had been wrong to put hopes on her...that was a new feeling. Not one she much cared for, either. And they’d likely never get another shot, not for a long time, and…

And…

What was Chelsea doing?

Tatiana expected the bell to be ringing right about now, for Chelsea to just grab the belt and take the win. But no, that wasn’t what was going down - instead, she was looking down on her, standing up, flipping off-

Tatiana let out a loud croak as Chelsea came down on her chest with devastating force, shaking the entire ring on impact. It felt like her chest caved in, and all she could do in response was roll over and kick her legs, dealing with the agony.

The move wasn’t a picnic for her either, in fact it hurt like hell, even with the cushion of her opponent to protect herself. Chelsea had turned away from her flattened opponent to tend to her stomach which took the brunt of the impact coming down, and she laid there tending too it for half a minute before she started to rise up again looking at Tatinia she had wondered if she had gone a bit overboard.

“Okay..ribcage didn’t appreciate that landing...oww..not gonna be..sleeping sideways for a week..” Chelsea mumbled as she slowly started to pull herself together, grabbing the ladder which had stayed out and navigating round it like she was blind until she got to the rungs of the ladder and slowly started to climb it. Her eyes were on the prize and she made the slow steps upward to the title belts and her victory, hoping she had out the duo away enough that she didn’t have to worry about a comeback.

”Uggggggggggh.”

Why? Just...why?

As if the move wasn’t painful enough on its lonesome, it was kind of unnecessary on top of it all. Tatiana was down. She wasn’t getting up. She was battered and aching and it kind of felt like something was broken on the inside, not used to this kind of punishment. And then along came Chelsea, just to put an exclamation point on things. Just...splat.

It kind of made a bad situation even worse, ensuring that she was pretty much a pancake, only able to watch as Chelsea kept climbing, higher and higher…