AV 19 Tag Team Championship - Blazing Blizzard (c) vs. Bullet Club

Legacy Schmegacy. Nikita earnestly didn't see what the big deal was with these Northman losers that made them both such a piping hot commodity in this talentless wrestling federation. All Nikki could see was just another clueless blonde bimbo with a huge rack, no brains, less wrestling talent, and who was currently getting peppered with a combination of pelting hooks and jabs from the diminutive brat of the team. An impish sneer on Nikita's lips that stretched from ear to ear while the demeaning boxing session was underway, that is until the bobble headed Northman went stumbling back against the ropes behind her.

"Perfect...Time to go night-night Northman~..." Nikita arrogantly boasted while rearing back for that "kayo" punch that would end up whiffing completely under her suddenly ducking adversary, the smaller sister tripping forward somewhat before righting herself and turning in place. Perplexed and irritated were not the proper reactions to have at this moment, nor did they help Nikki avoid getting plowed right off her feet by a stiff shoulder check right into her gut. The impact flipping the nimble B.C. member onto her front where she huddled up and cradled her abdomen in coughing fits, eventually getting her wherewithal back to start crawling towards her corner for the tag, though at a horribly sluggish pace.

Driving her shoulder right into Nikita's gut was satisfying or probably would have felt so if she wasn't all dizzy from the hooks and jabs she had been peppered with, straight to her head. She groaned as she rolled over onto her back and panted...though knowing she didn't have the time, she bite through the daze and confusion that her mind was in and rolled.

She knew where Chelsea was at least and that was good enough, going up to her knees next and practically throwing herself towards the two Chelsea's she was currently seeing. Probably missing the first tag before trying to smack her hand against her partner's hand again to tag in the Blazing one, the Bright Lord herself.

Fucking Finally!! Was all Chelsea could think of now. No more needing to wait for her friend to bring her in. Chelsea watched the whole match and endured the bitches taunting them all for a chance to get her hands on the bastards. And once she got tagged in she didn’t waist a step jumping over the top rope she rushed her opponent and went for a drop kick to bring her down immediately. Then she would stand up again and go right back to Nikita before she would kick her side. Out of sheer anger she would turn her attention to the one on the outside who she would rush and knock off with elbow before she turned her attention back to Nikita.

“Let’s see you bullet morons Too Sweet with a broken hand!” Chelsea screamed out grabbing an arm of her opponent and pulling it away so she could fully wrench it around and twist it behind Nikita’s back letting her hands wrap around it and pull it fully to torment the women while keeping her on the ground with a knee pressed on her back.

Nikita probably should have known something was amiss by the explosion of cheering ovation sounding off all around her, and before the petite Bullet sister was drop-kicked and stomped down upon for good measure. Sending her into a reeling and battered tizzy as she rolled off to her side, languishing against the canvas with a hand soothing her spine and enjoying that delightful accompaniment of throbbing back pains to her already aching abdomen.

*...nngh...alright feeling better. Time to see what's going on inside and-* Mackenzie having just fully recouped from her own time in the ring and scrambled up to her perch before getting clocked and knocked back down by the emblazoned red-head. Nikita's shuffling attempts to get back up to her hands and knees being impeded by the hammerlock and knee centered squarely on top of her, the snarling Bullet Club member gnashing her teeth and fidgeting and flailing as best she could...in particular bicycling her legs and motioning her tassle-booted feet closer and closer to the bottom ropes.

Chelsea stayed on target holding onto her arm as much as she could and keeping the grip for all it was worth. She was even smiling as the women was screaming out in pain trying to shift away from her after she really locked it in. But the redhead wasn’t so easily buckled off so instead she was going to try and go for the ropes.

But she wasn’t about to make that easy for her, pulling her arm back as much as she could and pressing the knee into her back. The bright lord felt like floating some more but honestly letting her scream some more would work just fine for her.

"Get yer...fat ass off me, firecrotch!!!" Nikita's manners not having improved much since their last dialogue, nor should they considering the excruciating flareup felt throughout her captured limb while the red-head mercilessly cinched in the submission maneuver. The enraged little sister mashing her cheek into the canvas and seething spittle out her mouth whilst locking her eyes on the bottom rope, utilizing every iota of her scrappy and rebellious energy into fidgeting her away closer and closer until finally her tasseled boot slumped atop the tether. Prompting the referee to stop asking Nikita for a submission and start calling for an immediate breakup.

As her insults remained unoriginal Chelsea just kept on pulling on the women’s arms and trying to keep her from getting to some kind of retribution she just hoped that the whole thing made it so that her mouth was kept shut. Instead she worked her way to the opposing side and Chelsea let the hold stay for 2 seconds then pulled away.

“Got anything else smart to say? Maybe I should twist your leg up next.” She said taunting her foe as she pranced around the ring waiting for her to get off the ropes and go from there. All while she stayed and watched her as best she could.

Originality had nothing to with the fact that this red-headed stepchild was irritating the fuck out of Nikita right at this moment, and this was aside from her also just so happening to be wrenching her arm into a torqued and stiffened rigidity. Searing needles stabbing her up and down her limb until relief washed over her once the submission was released. Nikita scuttled and laid against the ropes while still sitting down, caressing her arm, and seemingly paralyzed in pain...

"ShitShitShitShit...Ah Fuck, my arm..I can't fucking feel it...I can't...Oh God...*whimper*...I think she broke something..." Nikita seethed with whimpered mewling that garbled up her words, the referee immediately going through rudimentary procedures to make sure there wasn't a fracture in Nikita's arm, or worse. A subsection of the audience beginning to boo from the halt in action with others showing genuine concern for the Bullet sister...although none of them would see Mackenzie coming. The older B.C. member sliding underneath the bottom rope and attempt to ensnare Chelsea in a Full Nelson before bucking back in a snap Dragon Suplex!!!

Chelsea was eager to get right back in it and show her up but she refused to leave the ropes like a coward. And instead began to whimper and cry about her arm. Chelsea rolled her eyes and looked at the ref as she turned to actually treat her.

“Oh come on! It’s a match if she’s hurt let her finish it and if she can’t she can’t no one wants to wait around for you to he-what the!” Chelsea screamed out as she was grabbed from behind before she was pulled backwards and driven down into the mat. The redhead barely knew wha that her she just knew the impact caused a searing pain to go across her head.

Nikita demonstrated her skills as a premier bullshit artist as she griped and seethed about her tormented arm..."Ah shit, I think it's dislocated...The fibular meniscus tendon might have been torn...Feels like my fucking arm's on fire-"...until she spotted her sly sister slide back under the bottom rope and get back to their corner after suplexing the redhead clear out of her sneakers..."Actually you know what, I think it's fine...I'll just fight through the pain~..."

She'd scurry past the referee after getting back to her feet, still feigning an injury by holding onto her arm by smirking deviously while she strode over to her corner. Where her elder sister was ready and willing to be tagged in, Mackenzie stepping through the ropes and standing beside her rambunctious sister and positioning themselves behind Chelsea as she dragged herself back up to her feet. Both Bullet Sisters fidgeting with anticipation for the second Chels would turn around and be served an invitation to the Superkick Party via a dual superkick being aimed right for the bottom of her jaw.