Boiling Point

[Devastated]

Stumbling as if she had two left-feet, Cecilia swayed back and forth. She groaned out, the kick to her head had done a number on her, and the slide which smacked right up against her ear. Stomping her foot down hard, she sought to straighten herself out...only for Angelina's legs to come swinging around her head! Feeling how the smaller girl tried to swing her down....

The Hardcore Queen's legs remained firm though, standing with a wide stance. She would leave Angelina hanging from her shoulders, upside down for a second. A slight smirk formed on the blonde powerhouse's lips. Then suddenly, grabbing at the redhead's hips...Cecilia would lift her up and then turn towards the the nearest car! A step forward and then she'd try and swing Angelina down, trying to slam her right into the hood of the car with a mighty powerbomb!

[Monsy]

Being grabbed by the hips was one of the top ways to get her heart fluttering. Big hands. Rough hands. Strong hands. Soft hands. All hands. But she didn’t get a quick buzz from these ones. Instead, her brain starts to rapid-fire the thought Oh FUCK, OHFUCK

She dangled, then went up on Cecilia’s shoulders in a curled-up ball sort of way. The force made her arms windmill, and she glanced back, cursing quietly as she saw the car hood. “S-Shit.” And her body dented the thing. It sounded like an echo with bass. Her spine and surrounding muscles were totalled. Her head snapped back. The car rocked. Angelina’s eyes had slipped into a dilated upwards, dizzy gaze. Her arms and legs were sprawled over the car, with the ends of her shoes reaching the grill and her hands by the fenders. The strength from her took a bullet through the brain.

So she was still, breathing loudly and going limp after a strained sigh, staring at the sky overhead, mouth slightly ajar, no longer knowing if she was drooling or not.

[Devastated]

Cecilia hoisted Angelina up! Setting her up in an almost seated position on her shoulders, the body of the much shorter girl going into a near ball shape, while the blonde moved forward and then swung her down. The sound of the impact was sickening, as flesh and bones often would sound when coming in contact with metal at such a great speed. The dented car hood creaked and whined a bit for a second or two after the primary impact, there was a sound of crack glass that slowly surged up through out the whole windshield...before it finally crumbled and gave in, shattering the safety glass window into millions of pieces which went everywhere in a new micro explosion of glass! The glass pieces would coat the hood, Angelina, Cecilia, the interior of the car and even the ground around them... Surprisingly no car alarm went off...though it was an older model and probably didn't even have an alarm installed.

The blonde straightened herself up, standing and looking down upon Angelina as she brought a hand up to her head, holding her head and rubbing at the side of it, her senses were still ringing a bit from Angelina's kick, but she had managed to fight through it to deliver that hellish powerbomb onto the car. Reaching forward, Cecilia would grab at Angelina's black top and begin to pull her upwards a bit into a seated position, a tight grip of the strong hand of the blonde which gripped at the collar of the redhead's shirt. " Give me my stuff back. Now!" Cecilia commanded of the redhead, though part of her wanted to keep slamming Angelina down over and over,

[Monsy]

Why DIDN'T the car alarm go off... That was a good fuckin' question.
Probably some shit before 1998, but her bobble-soup of a head couldn't really think, let alone logic a car she hadn't even seen the full interior of.

It's a miracle she didn't get a glass piece cutting up her neck with that. Her back absorbed most of it, and put it solidly out of commission. However, with her head snapping back, she was mostly gone. She didn't move worth shit, and mostly twitched, sagged into the broken windshield and coughed repeatedly. The tug upright made for a violent head rush. "Oww.." Her legs idly slipped together. Arms piled into her lap. Her head rolled back, looked skyward and towards one shoulder. Idle blinking took her, roll of the eyes, then slowly picked up her arms and showed her hands to surrender.

"Alright... Since ya asked..."

Angelina slipped one hand into her lower pocket, then the other into the shirt and bra. When she pulled them back out, Angelina made two lazy middle fingers, awkwardly positioned and struggling to stay upright. "Stupid-fuckin' cunt-sock. Think I'll evah will? Nah. I'll shattah ya fist and make ya eat the fuckin' bone. Wash ya eyes out with piss and chlorine." Angelina weakly jerked, with one dainty hand on their otherwise massive one, clawing with singular fingers while scrapping her feet on the car hood. "Let me... go.."

[Devastated]

The blonde remained still like a statue after she had hauled Angelina up to a seated position, no bit of moment from Angelina caused even the slightest shift in the Swedish-American's posture or even the position of her arm. It remained taut and strong, like a mooring line. It was fixed, and somewhat bumpy as the muscles of Cecilia's arms were flexed.

Angelina seemed to be surrendering though, which stayed Cecilia's hands for a bit longer as she watched her look through her pockets...only to come up empty. There was a sound akin to an angry snarling lion, she got an earful of insults and angry jerking, not to mention two middle fingers thrust into her face, though that was something Cecilia would repay. Her free hand tightened into a fist and she would swing one hell of a straight right towards Angelina's cheek, then again and again. The blonde would punch until Angelina didn't want to endure it anymore and offered up her stolen goods....

[Monsy]

Mid-swear, Angelina ate the first punch. She squealed faster than she processed the pain. Her head violently jerked, along with her upper torso -- and swayed with all the elastic in her shirt collar. Both legs spasmed after increasing hits, and squeaked against the dented carhood. Angelina’s teeth became sorely red between the gums, and continued strikes made it leak into the spit, then thrown out her loosely hanging mouth in directional splattering gobs or grunted out with hisses out her red teeth into spray.

She stopped moving after the second blow. Her arms were half raised in some slow, improvised guard. Her knees partially tucked like she was ready to ball-up. Beyond the bruising, instant swelling and blood spit, Angelina’s gaze became more distant and unfocused, rather, looking at distant flickers of burgeoning colour.

[Devastated]

There was no thought of stopping her attacks, Cecilia's anger had bubbled over and currently she was a a roiling boil! She wanted nothing more than that sweet satisfaction of leaving this bratty redhead in a puddle, she had the chance to give up and return the things she had taken from the blonde bombshell, but she had chosen to be used as the Hardcore Queen's punching bag! She continued to hammer away, punch after punch nailing that pretty face, as if it had one mission...to un-pretty Angelina!

Though after a few more punches from the blonde there came a sound, a yell from security as they jumped in. Two rather strong looking men latched onto one of Cecilia's arms each from behind, pulling her backwards and away from Angelina! Cecilia practically snarled in anger, snapping like a captured predator. She felt another one wrap around her waist from behind and she felt as she was pulled away from Angelina, more security guards began to pour into the scene, as they tried to restrain the Hardcore Queen.

[Monsy]

Disfigurement swelled into irregular-sized buboes on one side of her face. Her cheek grown like a balloon, red, black in the middle, going greenish on the outside but sliced across its hump. Her jaw also cut. She bled out a nostril. She didn't see out of one eye, and her lips were sopping with red goop like a runny metallic glue. On the car hood, she's a corpse. Rather, a zombie who used one arm to grab the windshield frame, then pull herself into the car, across the dash and eventually collapsing across the front seats, belly into the console and stick-shift.

"hugghhh... huggghhh...." Now. Just spit. Spit it all out. It resembled a thick soup, likely with bits of gum and other mouthy bile, and soaked into the grey cotton that might as well be black. A trail of it still connected her to the seat, but she began searching. First, the glove box, where she found an old manual, likely insurance and an orange-handle screwdriver. She reached up next, pulled it down and was swarmed by discs falling on her head. Inside the console, however, Angelina found her grail. A key.

Now... What was it again... Clutch then turnover.

The car sputtered to life and climbed RPMs, with white vapours coming from the creases of its damaged hood.

Now. Gear. Gas. Five-point. GO.

The car accelerated with a small screech. Front tires over the curb, then raced towards Cecilia, the security guards and the solid brick wall behind them.

[Devastated]

LAW had no desire to have one of their stars beat another into a bloody pulp, but that was seemingly what Cecilia wanted to do now. She seemed fully intent on hammering away until Angelina was willing to give in, and if she wasn't going to do so, then she wasn't going to stop. However, the security guards that had been sent to stop this display of brutality managed to get a hold of Cecilia's arms and pried the blonde away from the redhead!

Cecilia hissed and struggled, only for another security guard to step in after she managed to pull one arm free. Three people were on her and then four...She was being restrained as her anger was starting to boil over! It would probably only be a matter of time until she started to try and bash the living hell out of the security guards as well.

As she struggled with the guards...the five of them were snapped out of their struggle with the sound of an engine revving, roaring...then tires screeching as the rubber burned out against the asphalt. Cecilia and the guards acted on pure instinct and threw themselves out of the way of the car! Ending up in a pile of bodies on the ground next to the car which had busted right into the wall.

Cecilia was free from the grasp of the security guards...she grunted out as she would push up to her feet, looking over the car and the smashed in front. She shook her head and would start to move towards the car, trying to swing open the door of the driver seat. Angelina had just tried to run her own, and now she was certainly not going to have any qualms about just utterly destroying the redhead!

[Monsy]

The car's front bumper chipped the foundation and created a shallow creator. The engine hisses and garbles out angry mechanical sounds. It sent her whipping into the steering wheel, then was snapped back into her seat by the late air-bag. She groans, dazed, hurting, then crawls across the console and out the passenger door.

“Sst…sst…” Her teeth held tight. She was lucky enough to get her feet under her. Afterwards, she ran, and ran, and ran as far away as she could, turn the corner and into the wider parking lot, panting. And less than a minute later, Cecilia would hear a motorcycle engine’s gravelly purr, then a tire screech as Angelina flees the scene. Bloodied, bruised, but alive.