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

Chelsea was ready to start actually ripping arms off soon enough. She was sick of these Bullet nonsense and getting jumped when the ref wasn’t looking was such a childish tactic that she had no counter for. Instead Chelsea was still laying there when she was pulled up before the sight of the two women. She had just enough time to glare at the two of them before she was suddenly kicked in the face.

“Agghh!” Chelsea screamed out and dropped right back to the mat after her face was kicked by two big boots. Hitting the mat once more Chelsea stared up at the sky looking complete lost for the moment. And staying flat on her back while the two remained standing over her.

Nothing satisfied the eyes and ears of The Jackson Sisters more than kicking off the Superkick Party with a jaw-clobbering bang. Both siblings pridefully stepping forward after cleaning Chelsea's clock for her, Nikita stepping over the frazzled redhead and doing a Too Sweet hand gesture right in front of her face before blowing her a kiss and striding towards her corner. Fatigued and battered and definitely in need of a break from the action, with Mackenzie lazily draping herself over Chelsea with a hand propping her head up as if she were watching late night television on a couch. A punkish smirk on her face throughout the lackadaisical pin attempt, but one performed all the same.

"1!"

Chelsea head felt like it was supposed to fall off after that but all that helped was the sense of feeling anything below the neck that told her it was still there. What also helped was the sudden weight on her chest that didn’t come off so soon afterwards When the BC member laid on her like she wasn’t even really trying to pin her. That kinda pissed her off and despite the ringing in her head she was quick to act on it.

“TW-

Stopping the pinfall there Chelsea would shove the women off her and then try and kick at her side to keep her off. She wanted to do a lot more but her head was still hurting like crazy and she needed a moment to think and recuperate.

With arrogantly posturing already having been well established as a trademark Bullet Club characteristic, it should come as no surprise to anyone watching the match unfold that Mackenzie would uphold that time-honored tradition by slouching atop the battered redhead with little urgency. Mack popping back up to a seated position after Chelsea unsurprisingly interrupted the three count, but not without dishing out a flailing kick to Mack that was reflexively blocked somewhat with her arm. The elder B.C. member shaking her arm with a wince after having absorbed the stinging blow, but now opted to return the favor by winding back her leg and punting the spitfire right in her gut with Soccer style strength.

Chelsea was trying to get back up. Fighting like this was poorly done when on her back and unable to stand after nearly being pinned. Though she kicked out she didn’t get much ground to escape. As she was on all fours when she was suddenly kicked in the stomach while she was still down.

“Uawgh!” Chelsea groaned as she fell back to the mat clutching her stomach. Laying on her side the redhead let out a few short coughs after the hit. Laying there a bit stunned.

Mackenzie brandished a self-satisfied smirk after cracking the fiery red-head right in her breadbasket, passing a hand through her jet black hair while strutting smugly around her languishing adversary coughing up a storm. "Up we go..." The B.C. member reaching down to haul Chelsea up by her crimson locks before clinching on a fastened side headlock, than guiding them both backwards a few steps before attempting to sprint forward and smash her face into the canvas in a running bulldog.

Chelsea was hurting pretty badly here, those super kicks especially left her reeling and before she knew it she felt her head being squeezed and pulled up before being wrapped tight in the cocky bitches arms. The redhead was flailing about as her hands minds just wandered without aim while her head was kept in the side he’s locked and directed wherever the BC member took her. But too long went by and she started to feel a direction to go, looking forward she started to evaluate what was going on.

‘I’m about to get dropped on my head in some way. But she looks like she’s going for a running start....that means.’ Chelsea figured out a bulldog was coming and as she started to run forward Chelsea did the only thing she could do. Bring her hands up and attempt to hold her arms there before throwing them forward to try and push her off and away with one final push to send her flying solo.

*Sheesh...this red-headed asshat's freaking feisty...* Mackenzie internalized herself while cranking up the bicep flexing tension on the abrasive side headlock meant to wrangle in this Boring Blizzard member for the backpedaling trek towards the turnbuckle. She'd seen starved rottweilers with less scrappy fight in them than this cantankerous bitch who'd lashed out with a glancing kick earlier, and was currently flinging her hands around like one of those wacky inflatable tube men.

Well...Mackenzie knew exactly what settles down this Belinda Northman coattail rider. The exact same thing that works on everyone else. The elder B.C. sister preparing to imprint Chelsea's face into the canvas in a running bulldog meant to heap on the head trauma, but once she was airborne that plan flew South with the geese as Mack was catapulted off of Chelsea for a booming smack of a landing right on her ass. Mack squawked out in pain and shuffled on her knees over to lay against a turnbuckle with a hand soothing her pert backside.

Freedom. She sent her opponent off of her and nearly dropped to a knee when she threw her down. Her head still ringing from the double kick but free ad separated from her opponent. Chelsea had two choices try to capitalize or get some help. Belinda has been working the whole match but Chelsea just needed a second or two to recover and she could tag back in. That was what she told herself as she moved towards her corner.

Hoping Belinda was up to this Chelsea would promptly move in and go for the tat once more. Jumping to reach her corner and touch her blonde partner’s hand to get her back into the fray and hopefully get some time to recover so she could get back to kicking ass when needed.

Belinda was seething when Mackenzie had come in and suplexed her tag partner, and not just that they then nailed her with that nasty kick. Each blow that the dirty fighting duo of the Bullet Sisters made Belinda's body jerk, as if she wanted to dive in and help her tag partner but she knew that for as long as the referee was active and watching things would just get worse by it. She would have to believe in Chelsea and help her partner when she asked for it.

It seemed to pay off, believing in her tag partner was the right choice as escaping the bulldog attempt, Chelsea came up and tagged her in. Belinda was quick, practically vaulting over the ropes as he would take to a run at the downed Mackenzie who was lying in the corner!

Looking to come rushing at her and go for a jump and try and drive her legs into the raven haired woman as she'd try and go for a low drop kick, trying to hammer Mackenzie between her boots and the corner.