Final Rage

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.