Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match

[CaptainL]

Chelsea could hardly believe she was doing this. It was ridiculous! She was a wrestler, a fighter, a brawler, not some stripper off the streets. She didn't care what anyone thought of her or her body, as long as she could come out on top of any clash she got herself into - and she enjoyed any chance she could to bury her knuckles into her opponents' crumpled bodies. In fact, it was Finella who was the shameless whore, and that was just part of what made Chelsea so disgusted by her very existence. But now, she was stripping out of her stockings and striking a pose to display her bare legs to the crowd, and they were cheering on every move she made...and she couldn't help but feel a smile come to her face. One way or another, they cheered for her. They liked her. For once, Chelsea could be proud knowing she had rallied the crowd behind her - even if it wasn't in the most dignified of ways. It was a feeling she'd never felt until now, and she didn't realize until now how much she needed it. Even when George set the scene with a burst of confetti and the music from the speakers, when he unfurled the flags behind her, Chelsea didn't even care. She was happy to have her moment - and, when she heard the eagerness and sincerity in the voices of all those who watched her, she could feel a tingling sensation welling up inside of her.

Of course, no matter what she felt, she was still Chelsea Forster, and she made it quite clear that she was here on her agenda, not the fans'. Especially not when Finella was around - and now that she had the Hellraiser defenseless in front of her, she wouldn't waste her chances. The blonde glowered down at Finella with a look of pure hatred, and she tugged on her stocking like she was tightening a whip. It was time for the Wolf to pay.

Tying Finella up with her stockings gave Chelsea a rush of excitement. Her heart began racing, and her smile grew wider. She knew she had her most hatred rival under control, at last making her feel small and weak and powerless the way she always had done to her. In using her stockings as the binds, Chelsea had even managed to take control of Finella's choice of attire, after it had been designed to humiliate and ridicule her. When she lifted Finella's hair to lock eyes on her, Chelsea's teeth locked into a grimace, but even as the Hellraiser tried to threaten her, she wouldn't be cowed. All she did was tighten her clenched teeth, narrow her eyes into a glare, and hiss in Finella's direction. "Fat chance o' dat...any one o' deez divs can see you've beun defanged, like!" She jabbed a finger into the crowd, just to make sure Finella knew she had a captive audience for her punishment. "You're 'opeless!"

And then, with a thud, Finella's back slammed into the ring post. She'd barely had time to adjust to her new position before Chelsea took off toward her, grinning as she heard the panic rise in her voice, and leaped onto the middle ropes to ram her groin right into her face, again and again! Each time she struck, the crowd cheered, and the Englishwoman's smile stretched from ear to ear. Finella wasn't just being hurt, even if Chelsea was ramming her skull up against the post each time she slammed her hips against it. She was being mocked, belittled, and made a show of in front of a sold-out crowd, and they were eating it up!

After she hopped onto the ropes one last time, Chelsea decided to let herself linger. She grabbed the top ropes at either side of her to keep herself held up as she pushed her groin closer into Finella's face, muffling her groans. She rolled her hips in circles, brushing and grinding her crotch up harder against the Wolf's nose and mouth. The fans cheered and wolf-whistled, a few especially eager ones throwing streamers into the ring already. And best of all, Chelsea knew it was all at Finella's expense.

'ow is dat feel, 'm? 'ow'd ye like be'n de big wolf ed campus, like? I 'ope ye enjoyed it whun ye could - because once I'm done wi' ye, norra one o' deez terssers is go'n ter give a damn about ye!"

Chelsea pushed herself up and down on the top rope to bob over Finella's face, rubbing her crotch even harder against her features and bringing the weight of her body down on her face. Each time she sunk low, her breasts and behind jiggled against the flimsy fabric covering them, which only caused the fans to cheer her more. "You're a 'as-beun! Everyone's already seun you're full o' shite! Let's face it, ye LOST! All dee wanted wuz ter see yer bewbs, and now dat ye 'ad a loss like this, they'll kun it's not worth de 'assle o' puttin' up wi' yer antics! You're over! They'll all forget about ye, like de gutti slut ye are!"

The fans barely had any idea what Chelsea had said, but it didn't matter. They cheered all the same - for her conviction, her passion, and how effortlessly she seemed to dominate her opponent, to say nothing of the show she made of it. In fact, Chelsea was about to take it to the next level. Hopping down from the ropes, she lifted her leg to ram a kick into Finella's stomach just to keep her down, and then, she turned around, bending over forward with her behind pointed toward her rival's face.

"As fe me...THIS is wa' I think o' ye!" Chelsea reached behind her, pulling down the back of her panties to bare her behind toward Finella - and then, she thrust her hips backward, shoving her ass into Finella's face and rubbing back and forth for a stinkface!

[RedShinigami]

Finella worst dreams had become reality. She promised Chelsea a living hell and so far it seemed that all went well for her and Moonrock before George made up for his promise from the press conference, of Chelsea and him already being behind the gates Finella wanted to await her.

Her face burned like fire from confetti-salt mix and felt like it would melt off of her skull, then came the shock that rendered her body immobile, falling next to Chris who had been treated that same way.

"Chris...", she said weakly, grabbing for her friends hand. "You alright?", she whispered and seeing her beloved sister in music motionless next to her.
"I am so sorry...",she whispered and her hatred against the Mad Tea Party bubbled up to the simple wish of annihilate Chelsea Forster from this world.

When the shadow of the March Hare hit them, Chelsea herself looking like a dark demon with the light shining on her from behind.
Finellas eyes went wide.
"No...",she whispered groggily. Not for her but for Chris, she did'nt want Chris go get hurt.

But Chelsea showed as much pity as Finella showed her before and so, with a loud scream of attack, the englishwoman dropped down like a bomb, landing on both women, driving her knees and entire bodyweight into the unprepared guts of the rockband, sending Finellas body upwards and landing with her limbs spread on the canvas.

This is what Chelsea want. Absolute humiliation and domination, getting back at her most hated rival for all she had done to her, which was plenty. Chelsea was'nt the most approachable person anyway so making her hating you could only end in a massive beating, the only way to get against her was dishing out the beating herself and finally it seemed that Chelsea and Finella had found their worthy nemesis in each other, Finella only the other side of Chelseas coin.

Her head was grabbed and bashed into the canvas, blood gushing out of her small headwound that was brutally expanded, coating her face with a bright red mask before Chelsea threw her in once more and started to stomp her down like some bug, crushing her heel into her naked breast, making Finella scream in agony, as an attack against the breasts was close to getting hit in the ballsack for a man, and with Chelsea taking advantage of this the Austrian could only cry and whimper.

But this was'nt the most hurtful thing that happened here. No, the most humiliating and hurting thing came when the March Hare started do her own sexy show and George, always prepared it seemed, let another flags roll down, hell, he even gave Chelsea spotlight and starting some music, leaving the helpless Hellraiser in the dark, worthless, not being the centre of attention that she always was, giving Chelsea the opportunity to upstage her.
And this fact burnt more then every salt in any wound could!

Finella always saw herself as superior to Chelsea in mind, charme and especially her body and now she was brutally reminded that her opponent was no dull wallflower either. True she was'nt as shameless as Finella but she would go to great lengths to outdo every way possible.

The Hellraiser wanted to jump up, taking her and slamming her down, choking her with this fucking strawberry stockings of hers!
This stockings of course were used by the vengeful Hare to drag the Wolf into a corner and bind her arms and her neck, chaining the helpless Hellraiser to the turnbuckle were Fin only could spat a weak threat, something unworthy of the usually wity Finella.

But Chelsea was relentless as she saw her taking up speed and with no chance to go anywhere, her head was smashed into the turnbuckle behind her, again, again and again. Chelseas barely covered pussy rammed into the face of the wolf, forcing her backwards as the whole bodyweight of the englishwoman came down on her drop after drop.

When she finally was done, the only thing that held Finella upright were her impromptu chains. The spiteful rival of hers was'nt done now and pressed her shaven, sweet pussy only covered by a small red fabric into Finellas face. She could smell Chelsea, taste her. If it were'nt for her slip then the Hellraisers nose and mouth would be sticking deep into Chelseas womanly folds.

Hearing her taunts and her laughs Finellas teeth clenched as her face was dragged from side to side, feeling the womanhood of Chelsea dragging her face around and when the blonde got up, Fin was treated to the whole experiemce, her face pushing deep into Chelseas pussy and when the March Hare finally let go she coughed and sputtered. "Gosh, you're desease ridden british pussy smells like the whole Liverpooler Harbour! ", Finella gagged and spat on the floor.
"And tastes like a wet, streetrat!"

But Chelsea did'nt care about such childiah demeanor because she had things to say, things that were true as much as Finella detested it. Now Chelsea was cheered and Finella was being laughed at, now the blonde woman was in control. The scouser turned things around, becoming Finellas demon who whispered cruel things into her ears, making her doubt everything.
"Fuck...you...",Finella said.. "You know that I will always be the better one of us. And I have not lost. It is far from over Chels... It is only over when you are under my foot. Until then I throw everything I got against you...", she said with a defiant glance in her eyes before Chelsea sent a hard stomp into her gut.
" Guuuaghfff...",she gagged and went down into the corner again.

And then she saw Chelseas bare butt aiming for her face.
"No..NOOOmfgghhh...",she whimpered and slapped her feet against the canvas while the sexy behind of her biggest rival rubbed itself over her face making the crowd pop and for the first time, Chelsea was at LAW, a chant of her name went through the rows, singing her praises!

Finella heard them and with every move of Chelseas behind, every wiff she had to take, every drip of sweat from her rivals buttcracks dripping on her face, she went angrier and angrier until the mouth of the Hellraiser opened, pressed itself deep into the incoming cheeks and bit down as hard as she could, trying to clamp down on the soft flesh and not letting go, trying to send Chelseas body into a frenzy!
She bit down as hard as shes could and hoped to destroy any momentum and any dignity Chelsea had, getting her back into the game!

[CaptainL]

Every passing second sent a surge of adrenaline through Chelsea's body. Finally, she was doing it. She was standing up to her rival, inflicting all the torments on her that she had suffered at Finella's hands for far too long. Now, the tables had turned, and it was Chelsea's turn to crush her, to belittle her, to humiliate her, to make such a show of her destruction for all the world to see. And when the fans were worked up into a cheer with each move the Englishwoman made, Chelsea couldn't help but let it get to her head. At long last, they were cheering for her - she was in the position Finella had held for so long before, the one they were so eager to watch carry out the punishments of her victims. And best of all, that meant Finella was the one being crushed beneath her metaphorical heel.

As Chelsea ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her groin against Finella's face every which way, she could only throw her head back and laugh with the satisfaction of knowing she had at last paid back all the debts she had to the Hellraiser. At last, no one could say that Finella had gotten the last laugh in everything they did. Sure, she had the satisfaction of joining in Finella's beatdown at the hands of Clair and Mitoko, but that was just a run-in on a match she wasn't supposed to get involved with. This time, Chelsea proved to the world that she could beat Finella in a real match - and she could do so leaving no doubt that she would emerge victorious. By the end of this match, Chelsea was sure, there would be no hope for Finella to take back her good name.

Hopping back down from Finella, Chelsea chuckled to herself. Even the cruel words the Hellraiser threw her way seemed to do little more than amuse her; she knew that whatever she said would be hopelessly underminded by the ignoble position she found herself in. "Bah!" Chelsea scoffed, tossing her head back with a flip of her ponytail. "You're gon'ter 'uv ter try 'arder than dat, like! Oh, that's rite - ye can't! I've already beatun ye! Afti all...I dun see ye doin' anythin' but gettin' a kite full!"

Leaning down further, and working down her panties just enough for the soft yet toned curves of her behind to come into view, Chelsea let her bare ass hang in front of Finella's face for just long enough to taunt her with it - just before she put it to good use! She had inflicted a stinkface on Finella before, during her beatdown following the match against Mitoko, but Chelsea wanted to outdo herself with this one. She wanted it to be as painful and as humiliating for Finella as she could, squashing her face beneath the contours of her behind and rubbing as tightly as she could to make sure that Finella had as little air as possible - which would only make her embrace that much more stifling.

"Now, tell me! Is this de most lowly, degradin' thin' you've ever done? Because knowin' fat slags like ye, I bet it isn't!" Chelsea let out a hearty laugh, and, as she heard the crowd begin to cheer her name, her body trembled with the excitement. This was really happening. She had turned her whole career around; she hadn't only won back her reputation but strengthened it tenfold! LAW was counting on her! They were calling on her to win, and they were cheering on every step she took along the way!

But just then, everything came screeching to a halt. Finella was indeed going to step up her game - and she made it known that she wasn't about to sit back and let Chelsea have her way when her teeth clamped down tightly around the Englishwoman's most sensitive regions! At once, Chelsea's eyes opened wide, and her jaw dropped open as she let out a scream of pure agony. Her body locked up, her knees knocking together as her hands cupped her groin, and she fell forward and onto her knees, getting off Finella in the process. Tears ran down her cheeks from the pain, and she clenched her teeth to try to bear it as she writhed helplessly on the mat, her knees folded underneath her with her behind pointed up. Chelsea's bare ass, which had moments before been a weapon of her triumph, would now only make her look all the more vulnerable and exposed - and although Finella was still bound, that didn't make the thought of being open to attack any more attractive to Chelsea!

[RedShinigami]

Finella was in a bad place right now, yes indeed, she would never have thought that the tables would turn so fast in this match, but then again, she KNEW that Chelsea had put everything into this match, getting stronger, tougher and more determined then ever. And the crowd accepted it...
Suddenly Finella was'nt the only crowdpleaser here, Chelsea, Karl and George had done something the crowd at We are LAW 3 would have laughed about...Chelsea got cheered on. The people held up sings with her name, the had shirts, banners and other stuff...George and Karl really outdid themselves. They wanted to build up Chelsea and instead of botching it with her rude and boorish attitude...that bitch suddenly knew how to work the crowd!

And Finella could swear that Chelsea was wearing make-up! Fucking make-up! When she saw the wild looking facepaint she thought that this was all, Chelsea removed it and then she would be as always but that bitch really thought of everything! And not just that...her whole body...Chelsea was never unattractive of course, being always quite the looker, but this Chelsea...no hair in a place it should'nt be, decent make up, her nails were made, and all of this just to outdo Finella who was a drunken, brawling, punkbitch but always wore make up and looked after herself, now here were two beauties in the ring facing off against each other and true through all the blood there was no way to see all the changes but they were there and the crowd had seen them.

Chelsea was here to pay Fin back thousandfold and when she stopped rubbing her pussy in her face, again, even if Finella said otherwise, it was perfect. Hell, she could eat that pussy for days if it did'nt belong to that liverpool slut! But admitting that would mean to take a loss and the Hellraiser would never accept being worse in any category as Chelsea Forster.

But what bugged her the most were the constant taunts of "You already lost!" The hell she lost! This match had just begun and that bitch got lucky! But she said it over and over again and Finella could see how these words send tingles of pleasure down the englishwomans spine.
FInella was bound in the corner, her face bloodied, her bra in shreds...all in all Chelsea was looking like a winner now, true and the constant flashing of lights from cameras and the crew of LAW filming them made sure to capture all of it, to perpetuate it for the coming generations.

Finellas body started to shook, never in her life was she so mad, at her, at Chelsea, at everyone. The Hellraiser got in full control and she pulled at her "chains" that were nothing more then fucking stockings! She was able to rip fucking stockings! And indeed she heard a soft rip but at exact the same time she saw something she would never had expected the Brit to do. She pulled down her panties enough to show LAW and the whole world watching her juicy, sexy behind, wiggling it for the camera and laughing. This...was this Chelsea anymore? But the questions had to wait as Finellas face got buried deep inside the warm, sweaty and damp assfolds of her rival, humiliating her to no end as the crowd chanted Chelsea name, screamed to stinkface her more, wanting her to win this feud! Fucking morons, what do they know? She would show them, she would show Chelsea and herself who was the better woman.

Her head went from side to side and her face was buried so deep into Chelseas crack that her nosetip got pressed against the butthole of Chelsea, leaving her with...a questionable scent.
She was under the englishwoman like a bug, England just went on and sat on Austria! And even if this was'nt something between countries anymore, it still was a fact that England and the rest of europe had a more...complex relationship with each other. The mainlanders enjoyed the music, the movies, the actors, the singers, the culture, the books but the people? Not so much, in fact they were seen as some sort of racist dicks that sat on their small island and drank tea the whole time before bashing their heads in. Finella loved english music and movies, of course she did, and after meeting Molly she decided to give the british people a chance too, only to understand that Molly or less could considered japanese and what England was, like all the bad things about it, could be found in this fucking twat that had pressed her naked bum into her face and all these feelings, the wrath, the humiliation made Finella open her mouth and biting like she had never bitten before, she did'nt care what it was she just wanted it to hurt!

And that it did, with a scream, Chelsea went down, her bare butt still wiggling in the air. FInella took a deep breath and shook her head...now it was payback time.
"GRAAAAAAH.....FOOOOOORSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!", she screamed with a deep and throaty voice as her chains snapped, growling and hissing she grabbed for her neck and ripped the stockings there too before getting to her feet and taking a deep breath. She looked down to George. "Get in here and I fucking kill you...", she said and the englishman raised his hands.
"No...No..need to kill anyone, yes?"
Then she looked at her prime target and licked her lips. Chelsea as on the silverplater and now it was team to remind her and the crowd why Finella was the Hellraiser.

"FUCKING CUNT!", she screamed and started to run, raised her leg and kicked between Chelseas legs like a pro football player, the crowd screaming and gasping in agony, booing the Hellraiser. But Finella did'nt care.
"Oh fuck you this is no DQ!", she said and shook her head. All her concentration was on Chelsea.
"Whats wrong, huh?", she went to Chelseas side and kicked her in the ribs, making her turn over.
"Whats wrong? Not so tough anymore, fucking cunt?",Finella said and stomped Chelsea into the stomach,one,two,three,four times, like a maniac. "I show you what it means to mess with me!", she grunted and grabbed Chelseas legs,spread them and put her heel onto Chelseas already messed up and stinging pussy, starting to rub it as Chelsea had done with her tits before. "How does that feel, huh? To be only the second one...always behind me! I don't think I have lost Chelsea, oh no, but you have, you pathetic little slut...", she pressed through gritted teeth and gave her a last nasty rub with her sole before letting her go and grabbing Chelseas hair.

"Come here...come here, lets have...some...fun!", the Hellraiser said, ripping of the last remnants of her bra, now being topless which turned a few of the boos into cheers. She got Chelsea into a standing position and slammed her knee into her gut, making her bend over. From this position she rammed her head between her legs and the crowd started to holler for a pildriver that...never came.
Instead the Hellraiser decided to bend over, her breasts pressing on Chelseas back and pulling her panties back up. "My, look at you, you can't run around like that Chels...what would your parents think?", she chuckled. "Well, I guess they already know that you are a worthless piece of shit, so I guess being a filthy whore would'nt really surprise them...", she taunted the brit and never let go of the sides of Chelseas undies.

"You know...", she suddenly said and began to make her finger tip over Chelseas back, she leaned forward and used her as fucking table to lean on to!
"You have a nice body, I really give you that. All the parts in the right place and in good shape...", she said and her fingers tipped down to her undies again. "So...how about...getting them OUT OF SHAPE?!", she shouted as she wrapped her fingers around the red fabric and pulled a wedgie into Chelseas already destroyed womanhood that made the crowd scream. The titantron showed the torture, surely a favourite for the highlightreel of this match and Finella relentlessly pulled it in, enjoying ever move, tremble and scream from her hated rival.
"Alright, I think that should have done the trick..lets see how you like my next one...", she said and threw Chelseas arm over her shoulder, went through her legs and tried to scoop her up for a bodyslam, but then...

[CaptainL]

For Chelsea, no expense or extent could be spared in preparation for this match. Sure, George and Karl had had just as much of a say in planning out how to make her grand return to the PPV stage as impactful as possible, but Chelsea wanted to make sure this would be a moment no one would forget. She wanted every eye to be on her; she wanted all the photographers and journalists at ringside to be spellbound as she silenced Finella once and for all and proved that she wouldn't be cowed any longer. It had been long enough that Finella had outwitted Chelsea at every turn and turned every attempt she had to take back her good name into a show of humiliation. This time, Chelsea would make sure no one, no matter what Finella did, could look at her and think she hadn't made the bigger impression.

And, to Chelsea's surprise, she was loving it most of all. A month ago, if anyone asked her, she'd have said that she didn't care about the fans. That she was only in this business for herself, to prove she was the best around, and to win respect by virtue of her own two fists - even if the crowd hated her, she'd at least make a name for herself in doing it. Yet now, as the Englishwoman teased and taunted her foe, they were cheering for her, eager to see what she would inflict on the hapless Hellraiser next - and Chelsea was thrilled by it. It was exhilarating; it made her feel, for once, like there were people outside her family who cared about her. Was that what she was missing all her life?

But in one moment, all came crashing down. Chelsea had been so engrossed in her excitement, not only dominating her most hated of enemies but taking back the praise of the fans in doing so, that she hadn't paid attention to the warning signs. She didn't hear Finella starting to rip at the stockings that bound her; it wasn't until Chelsea felt the stabbing pain right between her legs that she was brought down to reality - and she fell forward with a scream, her body locking up from the pain. Tears were forming in her eyes, but still she looked behind her to see Finella rise to her feet, tearing through the stockings like she was Samson breaking his chains. She swallowed a gulp, her blood running cold. This wasn't a Finella she could contend with, even at her best. This was a demon driven only by rage - and Chelsea was in no shape to face her.

Without skipping a beat Finella booted Chelsea right between the legs, causing her hips to buck as she squealed and yelped. The blonde clenched her teeth, thinking on how helpless and weak she felt being shoved around like this, and yet she couldn't do anything to save herself. Finella knocked her to her back with a kick to her ribs, only to land stomp after stomp against her unprotected midsection as she hammered away at her abs. Every time her foot came down Chelsea bucked into the air, sputtering and groaning. "Fook! Ye! Ye! Cheatin'! Little! 'ore!!" she snapped, punctuating each stomp with another word. But it was hopeless. Her words rang empty when she had no way of delivering on her threats - and Finella knew it.

She pressed her foot right up against Chelsea's groin, grinding her heel hard against her most sensitive regions. Chelsea's teeth clenched, and her face went a vivid red as her brow furrowed in pain. She tried to hold back the urge to scream, even as the pain grew too much for her to bear; she didn't want to give Finella the satisfaction of knowing she'd broken her composure. Yet it felt like a fire was burning between her legs, and at last, she threw her head back with a howl of pure agony.

From there, Finella lifted her to her feet, her knees knocking together as her feet wobbled uneasily on the mat. She hissed as she felt the pain in her groin, which seemed to bubble back to the surface every time she so much as moved. When Finella kneed her in the gut, she doubled over forward in an arc; it was a small miracle she didn't lose her footing entirely. But that wouldn't be suited to the Wolf's purposes - not as she got Chelsea's head in between her legs and held tight. The Scouser sucked in a breath, her body going stiff. She knew that Finella was going to drop her to her head, but there was no strength left in her to avert that fate. She just had to be ready for when it came.

Only it didn't come. Chelsea lingered there in silence for a few more moments; Finella left her waiting, the anticipation gnawing at her. When she at last struck, it wasn't to hit her rival with a piledriver or a powerbomb. Arguably, it was worse! She grabbed at the waistband of the Englishwoman's panties and yanked them hard, driving them straight up between her legs and wedging them into her already ravaged womanhood! "KYAAAAAAHHH...!!!" she screamed, throwing her head back. The fabric dug deep into the crevices of Chelsea's body, and even when she had her panties pulled back up, her backside was just as exposed as it was before when the garment was buried so deeply into her groin! When Finella had done this before, it had hurt - now, when Chelsea was already sore, the pain was searing!

And worse yet was how she had to listen to Finella taunt her the whole while, mocking and belittling her, and talking down to her like she was a child. Even through all the pain, another emotion came to Chelsea, and that was pure, white-hot anger! Her fists balled tightly, and she roared at her foe. "SHUT IT!! Shut yer goddamn cakehole, er I'll rip out yer terngue and shove it down ye throat, ye rite gobshite!"

Chelsea had had enough. After all the pain and suffering, all the mockery and humiliation, she simply wouldn't stand for this any more. She felt Finella reach low, going between her legs for the bodyslam - but this time, Chelsea wasn't going to let it happen. No matter how much it hurt, she had to stand up to Finella!

Suddenly, Chelsea threw her own arm around Finella's shoulders, while her other arm grabbed her by the leg. She threw herself backward, looking to fling Finella to the mat with a small package reversal. Rather than hold in a pin, however, Chelsea had other plans - Finella wasn't getting away so easily! The blonde looked to roll her toward the ropes; if she landed there, she would follow up by running after her, grabbing hold of the ropes to steady herself as she rained a series of stomps into Finella's face and chest, each time using the momentum of the ropes to pull herself back into her foe. "You're go'n ter be fookin' sorry 'bout dat, ye brainless twat! Die! DIE! FOOKIN' DIE!!"

When Chelsea was done stomping Finella as hard and as often as she could, she would lean in toward her, once again grabbing her by the hair to pull her to her feet in a sharp jerk. Like the Hellraiser had done before, Chelsea set up a scoop slam, throwing an arm around her foe's shoulder and running her other between her legs. With a snarl, she glared back at Finella, crying out with "THIS is 'ow ye do it!" before she went to slam the hopefully stunned girl into the mat!

[RedShinigami]

It had worked, something Finella was assured could never come true, but it worked. The crowd started to love Chelsea, her intresting new gimmick, her new manager, the presentation, the colours, her strength, her looks, all played into one thing: Mad Tea Party was absolutely adored by the crowd and Moonrock was seen as the dirty bad guys in this spectacle.

As soon as Finella had kicked Chelseas rear the boos had started, insulting the wolf, throwing spite and hate against her. Finella had been very cruel for most part of the match, choking Chelsea with a cable, biting her a bloody wound and constantly attacking her most vulnerable point even when Chelsea had begged to let her go.

Finella could live with it and the kick and resounding scream was like music to her ears. As where the schrill screetches when she rubbed her heel in Chelseas groin like turning out a cigarettebud and her brutal wedgie. She just wanted to destroy the englishwoman as Chelsea was intent of destroying her.

"I am fucking cheating?!", she laughed as she brought the blonde woman between her legs.
"Fancy coming from a talentless bitch and her bimbo sister who made a career out of cheating and even then could'nt win. And now? Enjoying the praise? Take it, I don't need it, bad times don't last, but bad guys do and we, MOONROCK, are the baddest guys around, people! ", the Hellraiser shouted and shot a pose for the camera, flexing her muscles as she had the bareassed Chelsea, humiliated and bent over before her like as if to pay her tribute.

"Well then Chels, lets see how you like my next trick...",the Hellraiser grinned and prepared a scoopslam. Classic, effective and good looking. The Austrian thought she had this in the bag as her rival suddenly sprang to life again.
"What-", she managed to get out before Chelsea rolled them up in a small package!
The crowd already started to count eagerly:
ONE! OOOOH!
The sudden release of Finella was a surprise for everyone and the judges made some notes too. This was'nt what Chelsea or Fin wanted. Only a submission or a KO could be good enough for them! And when the crowd noticed Chelsea coming back to life again they started to cheer again.
"Chelsea! Chelsea! Chelsea!", Chants filled the arena and made Finella grind her teeth. Where was her applause? They had liked to see Chelsea beaten up so what happened... Of course, Karl and George happened and those three had formed a stronger bond and working relationship that Finella could have ever expected.

Chelsea went up in a flare of fury and started roll her opponent to the ropes where the old Chelsea Forster started to raise her head again as the naked soles of her sexy legs stomped down on her face and upper body with all the brutality and force she could muster. The Hellraisers body was sent up and down by the sheer force of the onslaught that was made even stronger by use of the ropes. But they wanted their streetfight and everything goes, leaving Finellas breasts, belly and face in bruises, mixing with her and Chelseas blood.

When the March Hare pulled her up by her hair, making the Hellraiser whince in pain, both women met eye to eye. Finella groaned and fell forward, the only reason she was standing because Chelsea gave her leverage.
"I so fucking hate you...",she whispered but when the english woman made her intentions for revenge clear and scooped her up, Finella gave a scream.
"Chelsea, please, don't!"
She could'nt believe it. It left her mouth as Chelseas pleas left hers a few minutes ago but there was no mercy in these womens books and with a primal roar of strength and domination Chelsea Forster sent her halfnaked opponent down into the canvas, making the ring shake and the crowd explode.
"Yes, you are blinder swee'hear'!", George cheered.
He lifted his cane to his mouth and grinned.
"LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE MARCH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE!"
But unbeknownst to the Brit there was a certain musician on the rise again, a rockstar that wanted revenge!

[CaptainL]

When Finella stopped to pose atop Chelsea's bruised and battered body, the hairs rose on the back of the Englishwoman's neck as though she'd raised her hackles in rage. Through all the pain and all the anger she held toward the Hellraiser, through everything that blinded her in this moment, Chelsea could still feel one thing that was crystal-clear - and that was that, once again, her rival was upstaging her. Mocking her! It was Chelsea's lowest moment in this match, and Finella was reveling in it. It was everything Chelsea hated about Finella, even more than her obnoxious behavior or her contempt for her and her sister - although that too caused the blonde to lock her teeth in a tightly-clenched snarl, wanting to snap back at her for everything she said and how low she was willing to stoop to but unable to find the breath in her lungs to give voice to that fury. If there was one thing that made Chelsea truly despise her, it was how she couldn't let Chelsea take pride in anything - that she had to take the spotlight in everything she did.

The Wolf bent down, looking to run an arm between Chelsea's legs to hoist her off her feet. But it was at that time that Chelsea decided enough was enough. She threw herself back, using the leverage of the arc she swept her body through to pull her rival to the mat. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins as she got back up and hurled herself at Finella, and when she latched onto the ropes and began pounding at her with stomp after stomp, every blow she landed against her opponent made her spirits rise higher with the satisfaction that could only come from inflicting such a punishment on someone she hated so much. But even more than that...Chelsea heard the way everyone cheered for her. She heard the way they were ready to count her pin, and how they chanted her name. And although she was too sore to think about it in the moment, Chelsea remembered how they had booed Finella, too, when she looked like she was on the verge of snatching victory away from her - had she actually managed to flip the script? Had she proven, once and for all, what she had tried to prove this whole time - that she deserved respect, that she deserved adoration?

When Chelsea heard the arena explode in cheers as George called out to the crowd, it certainly seemed as such. She placed her hands on her hips, holding her chin to the sky and puffing out her chest to bask in their praise. A smile crossed over her face, warm and full of pride. But soon, she looked down at Finella, and she realized that she wasn't done. What went between herself and Finella ran deeper and more personally than anything she'd get away with stopping here. She couldn't do this just for the crowd - she wouldn't be satisfied until she won this for herself as well.

...Though that wasn't to say she couldn't show off a little, too.

Bending down, Chelsea scooped up the downed Finella, hoisting her into her arms with her legs spread. Even after the beatdown she'd suffered, she was encouraged if only by the promise of being able to make a show of her rival's destruction, and that was enough to return her to her full strength as a second wind took hold. "OO WANTS TER SEE ME FOOK A BITCH UP!?" Chelsea cried, her enthusiasm drawing another cheer even if hardly anyone could understand what she was saying. Either way, she began marching in a circle around the ring, carrying Finella in tow. Occasionally she hopped up, letting the Austrian's bare breasts jiggle, or she'd spread her legs wider for the crowds and the cameras to see. With every cheer she got, Chelsea grinned wider. If Finella wanted to show her up, then Chelsea would outdo her at outdoing her. She'd make sure her defeat was more memorable than anything the Wolf could ever realize.

At last, Chelsea set Finella down, her legs on either side of the ropes with her groin resting on top of them. A wicked grin came to her at the thought of just what she'd do. The blonde drew back her leg, slamming a kick against the rope so that it would be bounced and jostled around - and, hopefully, grind its way up between Finella's legs in the process, each motion it made hitting her hard in the crotch! If the kick worked, Chelsea would follow it up with another, and another, holding onto the top rope to stabilize herself as she put more momentum into it. "'ow do ye like dat, like? Ye wanna show off? I'll show ye wha' showin' off lewks like!"

Then, Chelsea took a step back, drawing back her leg - and this time, aiming it higher to connect a superkick to Finella's jaw! She was hoping to knock her off the ropes and send her catapulting back through the air, aimed right toward the flags that George had dropped from the ceiling, and toward the table below them. Once she landed, she would proceed to get up on the top rope, lowering herself down to stretch the ropes beneath her feet in preparation for when she'd spring herself off. Letting out a battle cry, Chelsea would ready herself to come crashing down on top of Finella with a moonsault!

[RedShinigami]

Finella Edelstein had went through many grueling experiences, had to fight many hard fights but all of this was nothing compared to this evening. It was here, that the eyes of the world were on her, finally the whole world saw what she was capable of and she would prove it against none other then her hated rival, Chelsea Forster. This rivalry, no this hateful feud, sowed it seeds so deep that everything they did to each other this evening was purely personal. Of course, they did'nt forget that they were on one of the biggest stages of the wrestling world, showing off for the crowd. What better way to settle the score before millions of eyes watching all over the world, thousands of eyes watching in the arena. And both women, did'nt dissapoint. The y promised a spectacle, a massarce, they promised a living hell and already both had made up for this promises tenfold.

Finella was slammed into the canvas by her opponent, making the ring shake and a silent scream escaping her mouth as she rolled to her side and grabbed for her back. Both girls had trained like hell for this particular evening and now they used their skills to break each other, choking, slamming, punching and kicking each other like there was no tomorrow. From the first move onward, both women knew that they would not spare each other and Chelsea, having received some cruel punishment to her most sensitive parts, stomped into the direction of the hurting Hellraiser like a speeding train, grabbing her and lifting her up again! Finella already feared that she was about to be slammed again, or maybe thrown out the ring like before, but no, Chelsea did something much more devious, showing of her strength and muscles by dragging her around the ring like a price! Finella snarled in pure rage as the englishwoman jumped, making her bare breasts jiggle for a cheering crowd.

"Yeah! Strip her! Strip her March Hare! Make that cheaters tits jiggle!", and other screams from the crowd met Finellas ears and with each cheer and each demeaning shout she knew what happened. The crowd had chosen its bad girl, its heel, well, they would get a demon unleashed like they never had seen before if this was what they wanted. They loved Chelsea? Applauded her, cheered for her? Well, all the more fun to break this bitch. No, Fin would never allow for Chelsea to have anything. She would prove that she could take away everything her enemy had. Everything she had worked for, everything she accomplished, the Hellraiser would make sure to destroy. Chelsea had challenged her and she complied. They both had taken away her sister from her and they would pay for it. Chelsea with her body and Molly in seeing what would happen to Chelsea after this evening! It all had worked. She and Molly even had become friends and then Harmonia did the most treacherous thing she could imagine. Helping Chelsea. Harmonia knew that this would add to the efforts of the englishwoman to destroy her sister so why would she help her?
And the answer was easy:

Because she was in love, and Chelsea was Mollys sister so she would do everything to keep her sister safe. Molly did'nt care about Finella, of course, she was a nobody to her. When Finella told Molly some things no one had known about the Edelstein Twins , she really had trusted the younger Forster, believed when Harmonia loved her so much that she had to be a good person...but she was not better then this obnoxius, british asshole, that paraded her around and set her body on the ropes, making Finella gasp.

She was still to out of it to do something but her head turned and she looked at Chelsea. "I kill you, I motherfucking kill you tonight you english whore!", she snarled as the first kick was sent into the topropes, hitting her most vulnerable places.
"GAAAAGH!", the Hellraiser held on, trying no to fall down, hitting the ground hard but Chelsea made worse with every kick that sent the cold and hard cable deeper into her hurting womanhood.

"GAAAH! GAAAAAAGH! AAAARRRGH!", she screamed in sheer agony, barely able to hold on, her body slumping forward,her big breasts jiggling with each motion, making the crowd hoot and holler for the spectacle of this two beautiful women, not only destroying each other but showing off their sexy bodies in the action...
But this did'nt matter as the Blonde helped her taking a decision by sending a powerful superkick right into her jaw from the side, that made the crowd cheer and holler and Finella flying backwards through the air , into the three flags that George had prepared...she grabbed something and got the Union Jack, holding on for dear life but with an audible ripping sound all her hopes of cushioning this hard fall were erased as her body slammed into the thin mats right before the judges table.
"GUUUGH!" Things looked dire for Finella. A few hard moves from Chelsea and she was done for. She needed to catch breath. This match had just begun, she needed just a little pause...

She looked up and saw the british woman throne over her like some warriorgodess, painted in blood and bruises, standing tall, bathed in the light. She clenched her teeth and looked up, seeing Chelseas preparations for the moonsault. It would hit. It would hit and then it would be all over...just as that. Would she be able to recover? Sure, but Chelsea would lay on her relentless,until her body gave out. Under no circumstances could this move hit, it just could'nt! But when she blinked she saw another deity approaching, if there was gods, there were godkillers. And the demons own personal godkiller just was about to strike a bitch down...




Chris would eventually come to, her head pounding and her body feeling incredibly stiff from the tazing. The rocker held her head, getting back up to a vertical basis slowly as she looked at the carnage in the ring. Finella and Chelsea looked like.... actually, with how the two looked, like hell might have been a compliment. These two really were out to destroy each other. And out of anger for the pub owner's sneak attack, fury for whatever Chelsea had done to her partner, and devotion to her band and tag team, the rocker had to get back up and lend a hand again.

It took a little for her to get her body to want to move, trying to get her muscles to work after their lack of use and her mysteriously throbbing head, but eventually she'd get back up and head straight for George. She couldn't go for anything too extreme in her state, but what she could do was try and deal with the Englishman. And the first step of that would be to upset his balance, pulling his legs out from under him. If she was successful then Chris would try and follow up with a jumping clothesline to flatten the man out. "That's for the god damned tasing!" She'd cry out angrily as she did so.

"And THIS!" Acting as quick as her slow body could go, thankfully it was feeling better the more she moved, she'd trap one of George's legs between her own, laid down atop him, and hooked her hands under his chin and pulled as hard as she could. "Is for whatever the fuck you assholes did to FIN!!" She didn't know how long exactly she was out for, but it had been long enough for them to have hurt her pseudo sister pretty badly. And that was too long. So she was going to channel all that anger into her STF to keep George out of the picture while the wolf hopefully tore into the bunny.

George Fortunato had done everything to get Chelsea into the spotlight, making her look better then their wolf friend and it seemed to work. Now Chelsea had the love of the crowd and was throning over her hated rival. Maybe this match would end sooner then everyone expected with a big win for the March Hare and the Mad Tea Party. God knows , Chelsea deserved it after all the hardship she had went through, crying when she was alone, feeling unloved and unwanted. She was neither, George, perverted and depraved as he was, was still a good guy at the end of the day, wanting to help his best friend here in Japan. He understood Chelsea, cared for her and yes, they even slept with each other after a night of long hard drinking. And even if Chelsea did'nt take it too well, George did'nt saw it as THAT big a deal. They were friends that shared the bed, that happened. But he understood Chelsea like maybe just only Molly and Kar understood her. She was proud and you could easily hurt her, thats why he had to handle his friend with care and George would do anything in his powers to make Chelseas dreams come true.
"Woah, wha-!", he suddenly screamed as he was pulled down.

"Oh, woke up again, swee'hear'? sawry, i can'' play wi'h you, we 'ave a ma'ch 'o win!", he said without any respect and wanted to raise his cane to, whatever trick he wanted to show Chris now but before he could do so the small rocker jumped him and brought him down.
"Ouch...'ha' 'ur'....'ey swee'hear', i' is you! wan' 'o go one on one! you jus' 'ad 'o ask!", he said when landed on the floor, clutching his head. The cane was rolling away to the barricades where it stopped.
George wanted to grab it but Chris had none of it as she pulled the poor manager in one of her special moves.
"Owowowowowoouuuuuuch I said one on one...bu' i did'n' mean tha'...", the mad hatter complained as his whole body was compressed by the capable hands of Chris Yukine, trying to get him out of the picture for now..



Chris grit her teeth as she pulled and bent the pub owner's lower back and neck. While no doubt most of what happened to her pseudo sister was the work of one, thick accented bitch, George had shown he was more than willing to step in and help his one night stand out. There was no way the prey had done all that alone to her predator. This limey had to have played a good part in it as well. She'd deal with Chelsea, when Fin needed a break that is, once she took on the easier target.

Then George opened his mouth, talking about a 'one-on-one' for them. "The hell are you talking about? There's only one kind of one-on-one he-" Then, like a steel chair to the face, she understood the innuendo. "G-gk-gpp-eerrrthhhh-MOOOUUU!!! USRUSAI!!!!!!" Her face flushed red in embarrassment at the pervert's meaning, screaming as she straightened up and leaned back farther, turning the mere STF into an STF Camel Clutch and putting more pressure on him. "HENTAI! PERVERT! DEPR-"

The rock star's slew of insults were brought to a halt when she head a 'thud.' Someone had fallen from the ring to ringside, if she had to guess. Who though, she couldn't see from her hold. 'Please be Chelsea burning,' Chris thought as she suddenly released the hold and let George flop back down to the ground harshly. Standing up to look back in the ring, however, showed to be the opposite. Chelsea was standing in the ring, meaning that Fin had been the one to take the tumble. Her heart sunk at the mental image of her partner lying on the ground in pain, unable to protect herself as Chelsea got ready for a dive. Even if she was a tough girl who could likely take it, Chris didn't like it at all.

The two shared a powerful connection, that had only grown the more they hung out. She felt she could be open with the wolf and be vulnerable. She hadn't felt she could really put herself out there since her parents had passed. And Fin seemed to share the same trust with her, since day one. Chris had come to make sure
the wolf was in control, and she had failed after George's sneak attack. So it was only right that she make up for her failure with a sneak attack of her own.

As Chelsea started to get onto the ropes for whatever she had planned, Chris would slide in under the ropes and charge at the Scouser. If she could get there before the rabbit jumped and unnoticed, the rock star would leap and swing her right leg up, aiming an enzugiri to the side of Chelsea's head and hopefully stun her in place. "Oh no you don't!" She'd say as she landed and rushed to get back up. "You're not flipping the food chain tonight, bitch."

If things had gone as she wanted, Chris would push Chelsea against the ropes, glaring at the blond before suddenly trying to throw a hard knee right into her gut. "I may not have Fin's animosity for you, coneja," a second knee followed soon after, accompanying her low words. "But you definitely deserve this after whatever you guys did to her." She'd grab a handful of golden locks, and forced her to look into the rocker's spiteful gaze. She wanted Chelsea to see the fury she held for the gir who had just hurt her psuedo sister like she had. Only to then rear her head back and headbutt Chelsea, a total of three times if she had the chance for them.

Chris would then back up a step, holding her throbbing head. Probably was a mistake to thrash her head into Chelsea's own when it was still hurting from whatever, but headbutts and headbanging was worth a little pain. But the snow haired wrestler still had one last move to throw at the bunny. "Lovely talk, baby bunny. Now, I think you wanted to go over the ropes, right?" If the scouser was still stunned or at least unable to stop her, Chris would go through the ropes and get behind her, pulling Chelsea up so she was standing on the bottom ropes and leaning against them. "Let me give you a hand!" Leaping up, the rocker would wrap her legs around the brit's head and lean back, bringing her over the ropes as both fell
down to the outside with a poisonrana, spiking Chelsea's head as Chris landed on her knees after her. She figured that was finally enough, for now at least. Her fury then switched to concern, going over to check on her partner. "Fin!" She came over to the Hellraiser, prepared to help her up if she needed or wanted it. "Please tell me that was just a bad spot she got you in while I was out."


Finella was ready to get crushed under Chelseas weight and receive even more punishment but when she heard a voice, the voice of her sister, no, not Harmonia, but Chris, her heart took a fast beat. "Chris...", she whispered and look up, seeing her friend getting revenge on her rival for all she had done to her partner and friend. Finella was draped in the Union Jack and shoved it away from her before she got an idea and prepared the flag next to her, slowly getting up to her knees and then using the judges table to get to her feet, finally getting some well needed pause. Chelsea came flying and landed headfirst on the outside to her feet. The crowd started to boo and insult Moonrock, plastic cups, hot dogs and other stuff came flying towards the Rock Stars but both women could'nt care less as Fin hugged her friend tight. "Thanks, just the right moment. You alright too, sweetiepie?", she asked and saw that she stained Chris outfit with blood. "Oh, sorry. I am quite a mess...well...", she turned around and grinned.

"Seems that we are back in the game, huh?", she grinned and looked at the downed Chelsea.
"Would you please help me with that?", she asked and grabbed for the union jack. She folded it out next to the prone body of the March Hare and with Chris help rolled her up tight as if she was making a UK Burrito with bitch filling. And when they were sure that Chelsea was wrapped up tight she looked into Chris eyes. "Care to give me a boot?", she smiled and started to stomp down on the body of Chelsea on the floor, both members of moonrock relentlessly stomping the hurting englishwoman, tenderizing her body enough for what Finella had wanted to do.

And for a last devastating attack, the wolf grinned, hopped up and slammed both her legs into Chelseas gut, practically jumping into her core with her full bodyweight, making the crowd go whince in pain. When the dust settled, Finella decided to get some rest by sitting on the face of Chelsea.
"Oh, wait...", she smiled and pulled up her undies, wedgieing them into her crack,high enough to make a string out of it before sitting on the englishwomans battered face, starting to rubbing her crotch into Chelseas features, grinning as her most private parts coated Chelseas stupid face with her taste, while cupping her breasts and playing for the crowd. The whole sight brought her a few cheers but for the most part it seemed that Moonrock had now taken the place as the heels in this match. And they accept it.
"Phew...that should be enough for now...I take it from here, partner.", she grinned and gave Chris a high five.
"How about some musical support for...", she looked up. "The task we are set out to do..."

[CaptainL]

Chelsea could barely understand what the fans were calling for her to do. But it didn't matter. She could tell that they welcomed her - loved her, even! She was marching around the ring with Finella helpless and held down, denying her respite or even dignity. And with every step she took, with every hoist of her rival's body, their voices formed a chorus that was begging her for more. The thought of it excited the Englishwoman enough to send tingles down her spine. This was the moment she'd been waiting for for too long. And now, at her moment of triumph, she finally had a loyal army rallying behind her! As she placed her rival's crotch against the ropes, every stomp she made, and every yell she ripped from Finella's lungs as a result, was making Chelsea even more eager to dominate her foe. But the fact she heard the fans call out for her every time made it even better.

At last, everything seemed lined up just right. Finella was propped up on the ropes, and Chelsea was staring her down; the Hellraiser was directly between her and the fans. With one well-placed kick, Chelsea would knock her down, straight toward them, where all who had supported her would have front row seats to her most glorious triumph yet! It seemed like a perfectly posed picture as Chelsea's leg cracked up into the air, Finella's body forming a perfect arc as she flew into the flag before coming down hard, with the banner plummeting beneath her. Cheers and camera flashes were going off all around her, and for a moment, Chelsea lingered atop the ropes with a smile on her face, basking in the rush that could only come from such a well-earned victory. But there was still work to be done. Chelsea still had to take Finella down - and she was prepared to whip herself off the top rope to bring herself down on top of her in order to do just that!

"That's rite," Chelsea snapped, jabbing a finger down at Finella. "Talk big all ye want! You're still gon'ter eat shit!" With that, she bent at her knees, prepared to pounce on Finella. But, wrapped up in her excitement, Chelsea hadn't even paid attention to the chaos that was breaking out just outside of the ring. That was, until it struck her.

Literally, that was - considering Chris ran into the ring to hop up and deliver an enziguiri to the back of Chelsea's head just before she could jump off the ropes! A crack rang out through the arena from her foot meeting her skull. At the height of her momentum, Chelsea had been stopped in her tracks. She lingered atop the ropes, wobbling in place as her triumphant grin turned to a slack-jawed stare - and then she went toppling backward, plummeting back down to the ring!

Once she'd made her landing, Chris was quick to seize on the opportunity. She dragged Chelsea back up and threw her against the ropes, where she was quick to meet her with a baleful glare. One look into Chris's eyes told even Chelsea, in her dazed state, that she was in trouble - and before another thought could cross her mind, the sound of three hard thuds, each accompanied by a shrill cry of pain, spoke to the ferocity of the rocker's retaliation, as she met her with a series of headbutts!

Chelsea's head was spinning, and she began to sink back against the ropes, panting and groaning. She looked back at her assailant through a blurry gaze, only able to respond to her in low groans. But that wouldn't stop Chris from getting through the ropes and grabbing a hold of Chelsea's head, hurling her over the ropes! The crowd may have favored Chelsea, but no one could deny that Chris's moves were a sight to behold, and even if she wasn't officially a combatant in this match, they still had to cheer as the blonde went through the ropes and rolled across the floor before coming to a stop.

When the world stopped spinning enough for Chelsea to realize where she was, she awoke to the sensation of heavy stomps being rained down on top of her from Finella and Chris alike! She gasped and gagged, her body lurching with each blow that came down as her back arched and a hacking groan left her throat each time. Chelsea frantically kicked out with her arms and legs, flailing them in an attempt to push them away from her - only to find that she was wrapped up in the flag, with barely an inch to move! She let out a gasp, kicking her legs even harder, but to no avail. She couldn't stop Finella from jumping up into the air to land on her with a devastating hip drop, but it knocked the wind from her lungs and caused her to sink back groaning against the floor. And the worst was yet to come, considering Finella followed that up with hiking up her skimpy panties before grinding her groin into Chelsea's face!

"MMFF!! GHKK!!" Chelsea recoiled from the sensation of having the Wolf smothering her from above, not only from the stifling heat of her groin atop her mouth, but from the knowledge of how humiliating it was for her - and how dominant it left Finella looking! Ultimately, though, she had no choice but to slowly sink back against the floor, leaving Finella to have her way...

[RedShinigami]

"Like it down there Chelsea?! LIKE IT DOWN THERE?" the wolf grinned, her face a crimson grimace like the masque of the red death in the Poe story and rubbed her goods all over the face of her rival.

She looked up to the crowd and smiled.
"You should be familiar with it...when I came all over your bitchface at my own home!", she laughed and all of it was immortalized on Tvs, Streams and Blogs around the world. Finella let the Genie out of the bottle while having herself a good time riding the face of her hated enemy.

"Take a good breather Chels... That is the smell of the superior woman!", the Hellraiser grinned and wiggled her behind around while the crowd came to life again, some booing Moonrock but some other people were intrigued by the show Chris just had presented them. But Finella was far from done. Oh they would hate her alright, for more then good reasons.

"Ok, had enough? Then let's proceed shall we?", she grinned and shifted herself down, coming to sit in Chelseas lap.

Her upper body bent forward while her juicy behind wiggled in the air, if it was'nt for the flag their breasts would mushroom into one anothers but now Fins delicious rack just squeezed itself on the union jack while her face met Chelseas, inches from each other and for a moment there was total silence, just the looks both women gave each other. A look of hate, a look of distain and a look destruction.

Finella raised her arm and proceeded to form a fist, aiming for Chelseas face. She grinned, seeing that look on the brits face and slammed it down, landing in the mat next to Chelseas head.

"Ah, da zuckt a!", Finella chirped in best austrian sarcasm, calling out Chelsea for flinching and threw her head back for a hearty laugh in which the crowd joined in. It all happened on the titantron, everyone saw the once so proud Chelsea Forster whincing and flinching at a fakeout...

"You call me toothless you insolent idiot? You don't even have the nerves to take a punch head on!", Finella said and slapped her cheek, making an audible sound as Chelseas head crackes to the side.

"You are as weak and helpless as two years ago!"
Another loud slap into her other cheek.
"Too bad Molly isnt isnt here to get you out like the last time... Oh I forgot..., she did'nt... she got hurt... BECAUSE OF YOU!"
Another loud and hurting slap.

"Thank god she is now with someone who can protect her. You and your loud mouth just hurt her again, again and again."
Chelseas face was slapped around by three quick motions.
"You just could watch, caught like you are caught now. For her cries for help. And what happend? A fucking dwarf beat you! What fucking chance do you think you have against me?"

The crowd started booing again, the energetic match had took a pause nobody wanted to see and the torture inflicted by the Hellraiser, both mentally and physically was hard to endure for people who could hear it.

"I promised you a bloodred curtain of pain and agony and I always make up to my promises...", Finella said and slowly pressed her hand on the face of the bunny and with a sudden quick move gave her a brutal eyerake, sending her talons over her face.

The crowd errupted into boos but Finella ignored them. She got up, looking at the judges and placed a foot on Chelseas prone body.
"Look... Take your little notes you pissants and see how a true wrestler works", she grinned and raised her arms, cheering in the booing of the crowd while Chelsea was laying on the floor, Finellas foot on her.

The judges were unditerd, one giving her a disgusted look.
"Oh, sorry, does the Hellraiser alone not impress you...",she growled and grabbed for the rolled up Chelsea, sprawling her on their table.
"There. One skinned Hare. Was a good hunting trip today.", she said as the judges took their notices before they got caught in sweat and blood.

"And now...to really show you something special...", she grinned and grabbed Chelseas frame, she grunted, her own hurting body sending shivers up her spine but she pulled through as she wrapped her arms around the helpless Chelsea, lifted her up and then powerbombed her through the judges table with a big and loud scream!