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

Bangin, though her backside was, even a cushioned fall from that height still really freaking smarts. Especially when propelled forward and with at least five feet of hang time between ones bodacious booty and the floor below. Mackenzie skidding forward a few inches before she'd start sheepishly crawling towards the nearby corner turnbuckle with one hand massaging her rump with swiveled circling motions, gnashed teeth, and a dawning realization that she may have trouble sitting straight for the next few days.

The elder sister twirled around to lay herself against the bottom turnbuckle, jet black hair strewn about as she breathed heavily and was clearly just trying to get a second to rest and compose herself before-*BOOM*-Belinda would come sprinting straight towards her to stamp her feet into Mackenzie's breadbasket. "oOoopH!!!" Mack would repel to an upright position with her cheeks puffed from the air trampled out of her as she than toppled over and rolled out of the ring. Collapsing to her knees before sluggishly rising to a standing position under wobbly legs.

Nailing Mackenzie with that low drop kick straight into the abs of the woman got a loud expulsion of air from the raven haired woman, watching her topple over and roll out of the ring, Belinda would push up to her knees and huff out...she shook her head and decided to slip out of the ring as well. Moving up right behind Mackenzie as she was rising on those wobbly legs.

The blond would then try and snap her arms around Mackenzie's waist and hug her close, popping her hips as she would then next try and swing her backwards and throw her down onto the barely padded floor with a German Suplex! Right onto the outside area.

What kind of dishonorable tag-team champions didn't even allow their fair-minded opponent's an opportunity to collect themselves? The answer being evident to anyone with eyes as Mackenzie exited the ring by rolling underneath the bottom to a wobbled quiver on her legs, holding herself up by propping one hand atop the ring apron and thinking herself momentarily safe. That was, until her blonde aggressor hugged her from behind and made Mackenzie freeze in place from knowing exactly where this was going, and where she was going. The elder sister being propelled backward to a thudding slam atop the thinly padded flooring, Mack flopping onto her front in dazed stupor...

Belinda huffed out as she popped her hips and swing Mackenzie down with that suplex, nailing her with the German suplex and then releasing that waist of Mackenzie as she watched the woman flop over onto her front in that dazed state. The blond would shake her head as she would start to push up towards her feet.

She'd walk over towards Mackenzie and attempt tog grab a handful the waistline of her pants and with her other hand a handful of that long mane of black hair. Looking to guide her up towards her feet and then roll Mackenzie into the squared circle. Following her up onto the apron and then starting to climb up the turnbuckle!

Belinda would try and climb all the way up onto the top and then raise her right arm up, patting her elbow before she'd aim to leap up into the air! Looking to jump off the turnbuckle and come crashing right down onto Mackenzie's body, aiming to drive her elbow right into the chest of Mack in an attempt to hit her with the Shooting Star Elbow!

What little resistance Mackenzie may have had certainly didn't seem too apparent by any noticeable spectrum. The elder sister's noggin was swimming in a veritable ocean given how rattled and non-resistant Mack was to being tugged upwards like a ragdoll by her pants waist and flowing black hair locks. She'd pat her hands alongside the ring apron to somewhat find her bearings once back on her feet before she'd be unceremoniously rolled back inside the ring, only coming to a deadened stop besides a corner turnbuckle, limbs spreadeagled and quite practically painting an "X" sign on the ring canvas.

The entire stadium having seemingly rallied behind the climbing Northman sister with jubilant applause, Belinda positioning herself atop the corner turnbuckle to nail in the exclamation point to her trademark finisher and succinctly secure another title defense for the fan favorite tag-team, Blazing Blizzard...except that, to emphasize what Mackenzie pointed out at the beginning of the match, the Bullet Club were a world renown tag-team, and they've picked up some tricks along the way. Including playing possum. Mack eyes shooting open as soon as Belinda launched off like a rocket, then rolling out of the way offering only a crash landing for the younger Northman.

Belinda stood tall on the top of that turnbuckle and looked down upon the perfectly splayed out "X" sign that was before her in the form of Mackenzie's frame. It was only a matter of jumping up and hitting her straight in that chest, knocking the air out of her lungs and then going for a pin. That should show these Bullet Club brats just what Blazing Blizzard was capable off.

Jumping up, Belinda flew in the air for a moment before she came downward! Elbow extend only for Mackenzie to roll out of the way! The eyes of Belinda widened but it was only for a second...before they shut tightly as her elbow crashed right into the canvas. " Aagh!" she yelped out in pain as she quickly rolled over to her side and hugged that elbow close to her body.

Mackenzie had the forethought to know exactly what was coming thanks to a little thing called "match footage", which the Jackson sisters researched extensively on their opponent's to know just what the Blazing Bimbo's wrestling repertoire was like. Belinda probably having won so many matches with that same elbow drop that she probably thought it was all academic and that the match was in the bag...but Mack's devious smirk after climbing back to her feet indicated that she was indeed just playing dead and there was far more gas in her tank than she was previously letting on.

"Today's forecast..." Mack uttered before snatching Belinda by her hair and dragging her up to her feet and into a side headlock. "...calls for clear skies, no more blizzards, and new tag-team champions..." After escorting Belinda over towards enemy territory, Mack emphatically tagged in her little sister who'd promptly manuever to the side and clamp onto the top rope. A heaving twirl by the elder sister would position Belinda upside-down and into a piledriving position with her arms firmly locked around Belinda's back and Mack's head tucked between Northman's thighs. All in preparation for their signature Bullet Driver finisher, Nikita vaulting to the top rope for a somersaulting spin before snatching Belinda's ankles and adding extra head-slamming momentum.

Belinda kicked her heels down against the canvas as her elbow was in a world of hurt thanks to missing her Shooting Star Elbow, letting out a pained wince as her other hand grabbed onto her hurting elbow and checked to see if everything was in it's right place. Only for her hair to then be grabbed and she was being pulled up by that very same short blonde mane. Hissing out in frustration from the scalp burning experience.

The Swede soon found her head trapped in that side headlock as she was guided back over to the side of the Bullet Club. Unable to do much than to struggle with her non hurting arm and try to push Mackenzie away from her but to no avail. Yanked around instead she was soon pulled upside down into a piledriver position...feeling blood rush down to her head, she squirmed and struggled.

Then she was brought down as her head was brutally driven into the canvas by that nasty Bullet Driver finisher, the world went into a bright hot white flash, before fading into darkness, with Belinda's body next flopping near lifelessly down onto her back.

Chelsea first watched Belinda handle business but things soon turned against her and suddenly the redhead was watching her partner fall apart. Once she was knocked down she looked almost out of it, Chelsea knew she was tough but she could only handle so much. She had to do something now before it was too late.

Rushing at the two of them she would try and throw herself forward and break up any incoming pinfall. She knew it was up to her at this point she didn’t want to fall victim to a loss on her watch.

Academic though it once was Belinda's head was savagely hammered into the canvas, Mackenzie did have to reaffirm her waist-lock once or twice from all of the Northman's incessant fidgeting. Those who knew of the Jacksons Sisters overseas wrestling ventures knew what was coming and knew it could mark the bookend of this match given it's history of outright kayoing adversaries in the past. Except that all the heartfelt pleas from Blizzard fanatics for the maneuver to somehow become countered were sunken harder than the crown of Belinda's cranium being piledriven into the canvas after Nikita's mid-air theatrics.

Mackenzie unhooking Belinda's to allow her flaccid frame to flop downward, both sister's propped on their knees across from each-other and mockingly dusting off their hands in complete sync knowing Northman was donezo. But not Chelsea, who'd Nikita see coming and gesture towards with a flick of her head in Chelsea's direction. Mackenzie, getting the message loud and clear, hopped up to her feet to attempt a jaw-rattling superkick right under the redhead's chin...while the little sister and legal member of the team snatched Belinda's ankles and tugged up until the Northman was trussed up into a ball with Nikki scrambling to leverage down upon the rattled Blizzard member in a jackknife pin attempt...

"One!"