Final Rage

Jack threw a little wave to Blaze as she stood up and shot a glare his way, no doubt wondering if he’d attack her from behind. She was right to, it was definitely not the sort of move he’d shy away from, but there wasn’t much reason to in a match like this. He’d already stacked the deck in his favor, but he wanted to give her a little chance. Make it sporting. They could’ve just jumped her from the start if that was all he was going for.

Besides, this was damn entertaining. No way he’d spoil the fun, now.

Key would have a decidedly different opinion on things - in truth, she’d be perfectly willing to just gang up on this bitch and hammer her into the ground. She could do it just fine herself, mind you, but the first step in that process was finding her, and she just so happened to be standing up in the ring direction. That fall had taken some sense out of her, but she was close to getting her head on straight.

She turned around in time to see a pair of familiar boots coming straight for her, but not in time enough to do anything about it before they slammed against her chest. The blow had enough force to knock her off her feet and slammed her up against the barricades, and she wouldn’t dropped down to her backside if she hadn’t managed to get her arms up in time to grasp the top of the barrier. As it was, she found herself leaning on it for support, needing even more time to recover, now. As she did, however, she passed the time by thinking of all the fun things she would do to this bitch once she got a hold of her.

Ooooo that cheeky little wave  just made her want to put her fist though Jack’s face. She had ample reason to hate all three of them given what they had done to that poor girl, but Jack in particular rubbed her the wrong way. His clean up look, that chiseled form, greasy slicked back hair were all good reasons… but it was that easy air about him. It was like he thought he was untouchable, some big dick hot shot. He had a mix of every sleazy quality she had to deal with when she originally was scouting for a record label.

With Key momentarily down, it was time to get wild and set aside everything else and throw the kitchen sink at the woman. She knew in her heart of hearts it was a bad call, but she had the opportunity to more or less axe the redhead from the equation right now if she played her cards right. Taking a few backwards hops, she watched to make sure the woman was still reeling before wheeling around, dashing towards the far ropes.

She looked like she was going to spring off them for momentum, but the second she was close enough she veered off course to snap towards Lock, throwing out a big boot to catch her square in the jaw while she was a sitting duck on the apron. She didn’t stay to chat, opting to wrinkle her nose at Jack and return his wave with mocking sneer before dashing back the other way, booking it full tilt towards the ropes.

She went low at the last possible moment, vaulting through the top and middle ropes. Throwing her arms up in front of her face, huddling up in aerial transit to make herself into a human wrecking ball to try and obliterate the redhead up against the barrier. What happened to her though… she hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Jack had a huffing laugh at the look of utter contempt Blaze gave him. He wasn’t unused to have this sort of effect on the fairer sex, bu damn, this was a record. "See? She's growing on me.”

”I think she’d like to run you over with a semi.” Lock sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, before she opened them just enough to lazily look his way. ”You know, if you like, when I get in there, we can-”

Lock was just about to introduce a rather intriguing proposition, but it was cut short when Blaze made an unexpected detour. Before she knew what was going on, Blaze’s stylish boots were implanted in her face, and she was sent off the apron and careering to the floor. She landed and laid there, arms splayed out, grasping her face and writhing about, wracked with pain and shock.

Jack hopped off the apron without a word, going to check up on her immediately, but he wasn’t too worried - Lock was the weakest of them in raw power, but she wasn’t made of glass, she could recover from that soon enough. She’d be okay. He wondered, though - did Key see that?

He - and the rest of the world - got their answer soon enough, when Blaze turned her body into a human missile. What should’ve happened was that she’d collidewith Key and send her crashing into the barricade. What actually happened, however, was more dramatic.

”You fucking slag!” Key’s enraged shriek filled the air like a banshee’s wail, as reached up and caught Blaze in mid-air, robbing her of all momentum. Reaching through her legs and holding her by the shoulder, she cradled the brunette brawler’s body close to hers, perpendicular, and charged forward.

”You don’t touch her, you little shit!” She rammed Blaze’s back into the nearest ring post, hammering her spine into the unforgiving metal, then spun around and toss her to the floor like a bag of trash. ”You hear me? You! Don’t! Touch! Her!”

Getting rough and rowdy with people on the sideline was nothing new. She had her fair share of dust ups with people jumping on stage to get in her business during a show. Outnumbered in a three on one scenario, taking a arguably cheap shot at Lock wasn't really something she second guessed. Any moment she had in this fight not spent whooping on one of them was time spent poorly after all. Had Jack not made a quick retreat from the apron it may have even been more beneficial to ignore Key entirely until she was an obvious threat again. She had played her hand though and he didn't seem keen on giving her opportunities to take cheap shots at him, understandably so.

So back to Key it was. She wasn't about to take it slow and careful, not while her heart was thinking and momentum had swung back her way. So she did the less obvious choice and threw caution and her body to the wind, intent on leaving the redhead worse for wear, perhaps even knocked out of the fight entirely. While Nadine had committed herself to this idea sucking for the pain she was likely to receive as well, she thought she was ready… until she was snatched out of the air to the complete befuddlement of herself and the crowd. Key wasn't a massive woman, sure she might be hiding some muscle under that sleek suit of hers, but the two women weren't that dissimilar in size. Having her dive arrested was as alarming as it was impressive. Less so was Key's crazed shrieks like some soccer mom on black friday, she could have done without that in her ear.

"Christ you're-kuh!" Nadine thrashed for the second she had to comment before being sent into the ring post. The impact hard enough to blast the air out of her, but the real pain came with both ends of her body being shoved further to the point of her nerve endings screaming out in agony. It was a sharp jolt, almost electric, that made her fingers twitch and body numb just a bit. Wide eyed and gasping, she provided no real resistance with being tossed aside like a corpse, bouncing off the harsh ringside floor with a flop to roll a small distance away where she remained face down groaning.

”You okay?”

Lock opened her eyes, then shut them again tight on reflex, not too happy with the light beaming down into them from above. She’d processed the world around her enough to see that Jack was kneeling by her side, looking over her with an odd mix of amusement and concern. It wasn’t unwarranted, in either case - that little stunt had come from nowhere, and she was the least hardy member of their little crew.

”I’m fine.” She answered after a moment and sat up, rubbing her forehead as she made a second, more successful try at opening her eyes. A lump would be developing there, she was certain. ”I’m not that fragile. I can still fight.”

Jack took her by the wrist and helped her stand, lifting her back up to her feet with one arm, not even a hint of exertion to it. He used his other hand to thumb back behind him, pointing to the referee scrambling to the floor on the other side of the ring. ”Yeah, about that.” He shrugged. ”Might not be getting the chance, love.”

The reason for that was because Key was currently on a rampage. The referee had rushed out of the ring after Blaze took that bad hit, but the raging redhead pushed her off before she could even get close. She wasn’t done with this woman yet. Not even close.

”Fucking stupid, fucking bitch, goddamn-” Key devolved into a muttering mess as she came over to stand over the fallen Blaze, standing just above her head. Reaching down, she took hold of the American’s longhair with two handfuls, lifted up, then yanked down to smack her face on the floor, before she started to walk backwards and drag her along the mat, pulling her back to the ring in one of the most painful, degrading ways she could think of.

Not quite as bad as concrete, but the margin was so small you might have needed a microscope to tell how much better having her face slammed into the ringside mat was instead of the bare floor. It was enough to rattle her brain and clatter her teeth, leaving her feeling a numbness in her fingertips as she was unceremoniously dragged across the floor by her hair like a mop. Admittedly she had been through some pretty bad scuff ups in her day, but something like this normally came with taking on a crowd and not just one fiery redhead. If she had the ability to form coherent thought she might have been a bit embarrassed by being made to look like a chump. She still understood that this was a bad look for her though. Blaze could practically hear Roxy's voice in her head saying this was… "Decidedly not very rock and roll." Which was true… but had her bandmate ever actually said that? She couldn't recall over the blunt force trauma.

"Fuuugh." A muffled swear with the latest yank of her unpaid taking her cheek across the floor hard enough to make it burn. Blindly she held out a hand, base of her palm dragging to slow their trip back to the ring. When once wasted enough her second palm slapped down to help. Her legs kicked, walking on her knees at the pace she was being pulled as the brunette tugged her head to the side, trying to see through her wild mane of chocolate hair. Not much to do from down here in this position besides getting down and dirty.


So what was what she opted down. Reading back with an arm, she brought it around in a wide scythe motion, aiming to catch Key in the back of the knees to take her out at th foundation. There wasn't much skill involved, just pure brute force that required very little past the caveman drive to obliterate someone with a rock. Low on options, Blaze would take what she could get to try and slow this crazy woman down and bring things back to a more favorable norm for her.

Lock supposed she should’ve been flattered. After all, her lover rarely displayed too much in the way of caring for other human beings - her default response to everything was either indifference or anger, and getting more than that out of her was a hard ask, even in the best of times. Seeing her react that way to her being blindsided was about as close as she could hope to a genuine display of public affection. She should’ve been flattered.

And she was. But she was also worried.

It might have seemed like a strange thing to feel in the present situation, but it wasn’t unfounded. She looked on, peering under the ropes, as Key dragged Blaze into the ring, and she could see the seething rage on her lover’s face, the blinding anger. When Key was mad, she was dangerous...but she was careless, too. Less inclined to finesse than usual, which was no small statement, and that could leave the door open to all sorts of problems. Like, say, underestimating your opponent and giving her an opening.

Which was what happened. Key was preparing to haul Blaze up and drag her back to the ring, when a rough, clubbing blow struck the back of her leg. She cried out, a rough and gritty noise, a drop down to a knee near the steps. Grinding her teeth, she planted one palm on the metal for support, then whipped her head back toward Blaze and lashed out, swinging her arm out to hit her foe with the back of her hand.

"Kehehe" Blaze let out a sputtered, raspy chuckle as she battered her captor's leg, bringing the other woman more down to size where the brunette was still on her hands and knees. It was enough to throw back her head and yank her hair free like a angry dog done playing nice with a tug rope. It was a short lived celebration, though not unexpected as retaliation came in the form of an immediate swing from the other woman. While she may have figured it was coming, seeing it had been all but impossible with how her hair was scattered over her face like a messy veil. Key's knuckles raked themselves across her features, splitting her lip to add a deeper sanguine trickle to their already ruby gloss. The impact had been enough to throw her back, popping up onto her knees, nearly falling again. She managed to maintain her balance, glaring through a part in her brown locks to snap back with her own response, grabbing to catch the other woman's wrist.

She remained on one knee, stepping up with the other foot to rotate herself, twisting her body to throw a palm at the back of Key's elbow, trying to lock the limb in a straight position as she gripped it with her other hand, throwing her weight down on top of it to drag the woman to the floor. Blaze kicked her heels into the ringside mat, trying to smash her weight down across her attack's back as she cranked back her arm with a growl. There was no mercy here, not showmanship of a gentle recline into the hold. Blaze was on a warpath, jerking the limb repeatedly and as violently as she could, as if she was trying to rip it from the socket.

"If you ask me nicely..." Blaze threw back her head, whipping her hair over one shoulder while she leaned into the hold to bring it its its apex. "Maybe I won't break it." The street brawler planted her boot soles for a firmer foundation, keeping her legs spread to keep herself from being rocked in any direction she wasn't keen to travel in. Her tongue rolled over her lower lip, exploring the fresh wound, bad enough to warrant sucking on it a bit. That iron taste of blood was nothing new, it was a wonder she kept herself as presentable as she was give the amount of scuff ups she found herself in.

Good impact. Good feedback on the blow. Key could feel it all the way up her arm, feel the way it landed on her foe’s lip. She couldn’t be 100% sure, but she’d punched enough people in the face to know she had split a lip. Maybe even loosened up a tooth.

It brought a smile and a low laugh out of her, satisfied by the result, loving the experience of punching this bitch in the face. It was also a short-lived experience.

”Fuck-” Confused, she swung her free arm about as her opponent reached out and seized her by the wrist, pulling her in fast. Her opponent moved with a fierce, practiced kind of movement, no hesitation in her execution, taking the wild Key down the floor in a slick motion. She was on the floor, crashing on her chest, and she began to push her way up - fast, but not fast enough to stop the woman from crashing down on her back and pinning her to the mat while her arm was jerked back in the worst position for it.

Blaze had her. A strong, viable position, and she wanted Key to beg to get out while she cranked it. Cheeky little bitch.

Key growled - a low, guttural sound that had no business coming out of a human mouth - as she raked her fingers along the mat, nails digging into the material. She didn’t have the flexibility to endure a hold like this, and she didn’t doubt her opponents threat, fully believing she would try and pull the arm clean out of its socket. But there was no way she was giving Blaze that little win. She’d rather lose the arm altogether before that happened.

”Please, please go fuck yourself.” That was as close to begging as she would be getting. Probably not the smartest move, but Key couldn’t bring herself to care. Two hands, one hand, she was still going to bust Blaze’s skull against the mat.

Blaze had offered an olive branch, even if it took the form of beating Key in the face with it. She wasn't fond of any of the trio after their display of bullying so there was no real love loss here if she somehow managed to cripple one of them. These things happen after all, combat sports are dangerous. What would that look like for her with the boss later when they found out someone signed to Friction jumped to Tension unannounced just to injure one of their wrestlers? She didn't really know and couldn't muster any fucks to give regarding what the answer might be. Letting the mad dog bodyguard loose wasn't really an option. Not only had the wily woman denied giving Blaze any satisfaction out of the predicament she had placed Key in, but there was a lingering threat here that when ignored needed to manifest. There were consequences to be doled out to prove Blaze was a woman of her word.

"Don't forward me the hospital bill, you did this to yourself." Hissed in a low dark tone,her words dripped with venom which had become the common currency these two shared with one another. Keeping her back pressed to her pinned adversary, she shifted her weight, scooting her side closer to the trapped limp until it was she had it pressed up along her side. Her fingers flexed and twisted, regripping at the wrist and clamping down at the bicep again to adjust her grip. There was the slightest calm as she let up applying pressure for a moment providing a tight feeling bereft of pain.

In an instant it all reversed course at full speed, Blaze throwing Key's arm back like Dr Frankenstein conducting mad experiments. Using her body she levered pressure, locking Key's elbow straight against her side she thrust her bicep in the other direction and twisted the arm hard at the wrist. The armbar was excruciating, practically setting the other woman's arm on fire with pain to put meaning to the brunette's stage name. The intent to do harm was unmistakable and muscles quivered and bones strained under the intense force being applied, something had to give.

Even muted beneath layers of flesh and muscle, the front row heard the grotesque pop emitted from Key's shoulder as her arm was wrenched from the socket. The audience was filled with screams, shocked faces, and those of weaker stomachs who recoiled in utter disgust as the Brunette managed to pull the arm well past where it had previously stopped with it no longer restrained by Key's skeletal structure, any force that had resisted her seemingly drained from the extremity. The limb remained limp in her grasp until she finally released it with a casual toss to the side, letting it flop to the floor. She was content with that, even if it hadn't been the break she was hunting form. Leaning her weight forward, the rocker rolled onto the soles of her boots, pushing herself up to her feet with some staggered steps away from Key, still feeling the effects the redhead had bashed into her. Hopefully that was one less threat on the board, she was ready to get her hands on one of the others.