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

[CaptainL]

No matter how much Chelsea was trying to save face, desperate to take back some semblance of self-respect in the face of an opponent who would afford her no dignity, it wouldn't be enough. Anyone could see that, no matter how much the Englishwoman was clinging to the shreds of her good name; her voice was wavering and growing softer, and not merely because Finella was weighing down on her with enough force to threaten to crush the air out of her lungs. She didn't have anything to say in her defense; she just had to concentrate on staying alive!

The more Finella leaned into her, the more Chelsea's legs began to shake and shudder. She hissed at Finella, her teeth clenched and her eyes locked in a glare; if she couldn't build herself back up, she just had to make it clear to her foe she would go down fighting! "Go...ter...'ell-!!" But Chelsea didn't know how long she could hold up before her footing gave out beneath her. She was teetering back and forth, and every inch she was bent shifted the balance more and more toward pushing her over. She had to do something, and fast, if she wanted to turn this around - and of course she wanted to turn this around; it was as though her very life depended on it!

And it was then that her training returned to her. Based on their brutal, animalistic instincts that had come out in full force, one could be forgiven for assuming that both women had completely lost themselves in the heat of the emotion. But Chelsea still had enough of her wrestling talent in her to know what she could do - and she decided to turn the leverage of her body to her advantage, flipping herself back to hurl Finella along with her and send her sprawling on the ground!

The crowd let up a cheer, wowed by the blonde's athletic prowess - which, thanks to the match spilling into the crowd, they were now getting to witness up close and personal! Chelsea rolled to her feet and dusted herself off, but she would waste no time in getting back at her rival. With heavy footfalls she stormed over to where Finella lay, bending down to grab her by the arm. She shot a withering glare down at her, and as she did, she once again found the words to tell her just what she thought of her. She may not have had her wits about her before, but she did now, and she had to make them count!

"Emperors, 'uh? That's all yous got? We 'ad a Queun oo's gorra oole blewdy era named afti 'er, and that's because she ruled 'alf de goddamn wirld fe close ter a centy, like!" Holding onto Finella's arm to keep her in place, Chelsea slammed a stomp down against her ribs. "De most famous leader yous 'ad wuz a bloke oo got 'imself shot by a sick feller eatin' a butty and started a war dat brought you's lot all down! And I shouldn't 'uv ter get started ed de uvver git - oh, that's rite, you're tew big o' pansies ter admit 'e wasn't breeched north o' thuz!" She landed another stomp, which was swiftly followed by a kick aimed at Finella's jaw. Then, with a sharp jerk on her arm, Chelsea began to drag her down the hallway. It was about time they could set into one another without having to worry about the fans getting in the way.

Dragging Finella behind her, Chelsea kicked open a door on the wall - which led into a room with tables set with various dishes and beverages, and a few very confused wrestlers and staff members who quickly fled the scene. For an event as big as this, LAW had gotten the best catering they could get their hands on for their talent - but, if Chelsea and Finella had anything to say about it, they'd be lucky if the room they'd set up was left in one piece by the end of the night! Swinging her weight over to the side, Chelsea went to sling Finella as hard as she could into the side of the nearest table!

[RedShinigami]

The Hellraiser had Chelsea trapped and was about to, again, show that Chelsea could do nothing, that she could'nt do better. The wild duel of these two hellcats was some sight to behold, the disgust and hate both shared for each other dropping out of every pore of their body as was the sweat that mady there delicious bodies glistening in the lights of the arena and made the blood of several crowdmembers standing next to the women boiling.
The Hellraiser put all her strength, physically and psychologically into action as she tried to get her opponent down before her, getting this damned bitch on her back in front of the audience!

There bodies pressed against each other but with every word of distain and selfassurance Finella threw against Chelsea and her pride, the blonde Scousers upper body backed away. This was'nt exactly what Finella wanted, rather wanting Chelsea on her knees before her but on the floor was on the floor and it would be signal enough. Their fingers clenched into one another as their nails dug into the thin skin of their hands, their fists and arms shaking in pain and in the pure strain of the test of strength they performed.
Finella, usually a crowdplayer, had forgotten about her surroundings too. This could have been the private duel at the Eagles Nest all over again as the only thing she saw were the blue eyes of Chelsea looking back with a hateful glare into her bicoloured ones.
Slowly, inch for inch, word for word, the Hellraiser finally brought the March Hare down, feeling that Chelsea was fighting, her knees close to giving in. All it needed was a last push. That was all...
FInella had her almost diagonal to the floor and had to admit that Chelseas athlethecism was to be admired but she would rather bite of her tongue before saying anything nice about her rival!

Their lower bodies pressed tighter into each other as their breasts parted and now, the crowd had a good look at the chest of Chelsea Forster who could'nt do a single thing as she was observed, oggled and whistled at. Finellas breasts, jiggling and jumping up and down with each sudden movement of her body were a sight to behold too each time, whatever would happen further in this match, the people already had won...

And when Finella was sure to have the Brit where she wanted, she got reminded that Chelsea was the better technician of them. Finella was strong, hardhitting and her whole style was based on using her strength and fists to get her foes down, Chelsea on the other hand was a highflying ace, knowing many tricks and even if Finella would never admit it. In terms of technique, she could'nt hold a candle to her hated rival. It happend to fast as if FIn could do something about when the naked feet of Chelsea slammed into her gut and throw her in an high ark over her and into the crowd, near the entrancecurtain to the arena...


Finella took a hard landing, her hurting body slammed relentlessly against the hard floor between the crowd who had stepped away, making space for the incoming steam train that was Chelsea whos loud stomps could be heard in the upper gallery. She grabbed Finellas arm and yanked her up and now it was time for the Hellraiser to face some truths.
"AAAAGH!"
The yanking at her arm hurt but what followed was not just the awful voice of her rival but a kick into her ribs that pressed all the air out of her.
"GRRKH!", with her other hand she held her aching side, and hissed as she touched the space that now became a blueishblack circle.
But this was'nt the end. Without taste whatsoever Chelsea HAD to adress him. The biggest shame of their country and also...for many people not just in Austria but in Britain, America and other countries, a hero. FInella hated the thought in on and itself and with Chelsea bringing this topic up all Finella could do was looking up at her growling, her lungs stung and she could'nt properly speak yet but Chelsea took care that even if she got air back into her system that she would'nt be able to use her mouth for some time as a devastating kick hit her jaw and if the englishwoman had'nt held on to the arm of Finella then the Hellraiser would have been brutally sent backwards into the ramp.

Instead she was lifted up and was guided by Chelsea on wobbly feet outside of the arena and into the backstage area...the streetfight had begun. She rubbed her jaw, trying to dull her pain and hissed when the spot where Chelsea kicked her sent a sting through her system. For now she could'nt do anything. She had to take what Chelsea dished out and both her and the crowd knew that it would be plenty.
With a kick the door to the Catering Aera flew open. A nice scent of all kinds of finest dishes from around the world was prepared for the wrestlers and the staff, LAW had spared no expense...and now...Finella was sure of that, they would regret it as this was the perfect playing room for the two rivals to mess each other up even more.
Finella still was just a ragdoll for her opponent and when Chelsea slammed her into one of the tables, shoving off some delicious treats she screamed in agony, having hit on the spot on her ribs.
Finella crumpled down, grabbing the table for a handle and held her side.
"Kch...kch...you...bitch...kch...", was the only thing she could get out between short and painful breaths, looking up to Chelsea Forster who troned over her like she owned this goddamn place!

[CaptainL]

Barely a moment had passed since Finella had hit the floor that Chelsea sprung into high gear. If all her time knowing Finella, in this match and beyond, had taught her anything, it was that the Hellraiser was an opponent she couldn't take her eyes off for even a second - to do so would be to invite certain death! It was a relief to her to at last have Finella out of her face, no longer reminding her of every bit of hatred and anger she stirred in her with every second the two dueled body to body - and the thud of Finella's back hitting the floor brought a smirk to Chelsea's face as she felt the satisfaction of knowing she had scored a blow against her rival. But that wasn't enough. She could hardly think of anything she could put Finella through that would be enough to sate her fury.

Holding onto Finella's arm, Chelsea kept her opponent in place long enough to aim a few well-placed stomps and kicks against her ribs - and some stomps square in the center of each of her breasts for good measure, as though she wanted to flatten them beneath her feet! With each blow she landed against her foe, she threw verbal barbs, not only against her but against all of Austria. This had long since gone past being a matter of national pride, and Chelsea's feelings for Finella ran far more personally. But she knew there were no lows that were too low to stoop to when it came to the Wolf, and after Finella had badmouthed her home of Liverpool, she would be damned if she didn't pay her back blow for blow! Her own self-respect depended on it!

But it wasn't just the psychological advantage Chelsea wanted. What she really sought was to hurt Finella's body and pride, and there would be no shortage of that! She hauled her opponent backstage, kicking the door open to the catering area, and the mere sight of the two women entering the room was enough to tell any onlookers to get out of the way. The main floor of the arena wasn't enough to hold in their rampage, and now anything could become a weapon! Chelsea certainly made a case for that, as she slung Finella into the table, where she landed with a thud!

The thud of Finella's body landing against the table brought a smile to Chelsea's face, but of course she wasn't done. She was still grinning from ear to ear as she stormed closer, eager to be looking down on Finella; her shadow fell over the Hellraiser as she stood tall above her, and with it came a rush that could only come from the pride of domination. Finella was struggling to get back to her feet, but Chelsea couldn't afford her the time. Dragging her to her feet by the hair, she stared Finella in the eye before unleashing two well-placed slaps to knock her head from one side to the other - just to show her a little more of the disrespect she'd come to know. "That's more like it, 'mm? 'ow is it feel ter be ed de uvver side, fe once? Not so fun, is it?!"

Then, as she glanced down at a few slices of bread on the table to her side, Chelsea had an idea. Finella's quip about her being Irish wasn't the first time someone mistook her for being more Celtic than she was. For the most part, it frustrated her how little people knew the world outside their homes, if they couldn't tell the difference between a Scouser, an Irishman, and a Scotsman. But if she was compared to a certain Scot from time to time, if there was any time to embrace it, it would be now.

Hoping that Finella's head was still spinning, Chelsea grabbed two slices of bread, slapping them against her rival's cheeks. Her shoulders pulled taut, she leaned over her foe with a roar.

"WHAT ARE YE!?"

[RedShinigami]

To describe Finella and Chelsea and what went down between was to describe to working class girls who liked to take a drink, taking no shit and then start a brawl in a bar or pub, sending chairs, tables and bottles into each other. If this whole thing would have went down in the Wolf and the Bunny then George would have to rebuild the whole place the next morning. Oh no, the LAW Arena was the best way to get of all the steam, all the anger, all the hate that was bubbled up inside them for months. It was as easy at it was. One had to go down and in the best case scenario they would grab a beer afterwards and laugh it off or in the worst case scenario...that was something no one wanted to think about. Now it seemed that the worst case was all that mattered to the sexy hellcats who were brawling through the arena.

After a test of strength that Finella had fueled with lots of demeaning words for not only Chelsea, but her country, city and heritage, the blonde had came back, more pissed and more intent to get Finella down then she ever was. After sending the wolf back with a monkey flip, proving again that between them the more athletic one was in fact Chelsea, no doubt about it, the englishwoman called the shots now as she started to stomp onto Finellas ribs until a blueblack spot appeared that hurt like hell and would cause Fin lots of trouble in the proceeding match, but she had to bite through, for Austria, for herself...no that was'nt true. Just for herself. All that had fueled this Feud, shitting on each others countries, their sisters, everything did 'nt matter anymore.

It was like in one of the Spaghetti Westerns of Sergio Leone. Nothing counted more, not the land, not the family, they counted, and like in those western they had their final duel set on the biggest stage in the world. And both gunslingers were at the top of their game but instead of shooting bullets they used their fists to get each other down and the crowd couldnt be happier. Right now they hade two halfnaked girls, rolling, slamming, biting and slapping each other around in front of their very eyes and everyone was calling: LAW! LAW! LAW!
Yes, only LAW could produce such a match up and the fans from all over the world cheered this fantastic company and the two wrestlers who put up a show worthy of a big PPV!

Chelsea had grabbed Finella and dragged her into the backstage area. Now the streetfight was really beginning. For Finella it felt like they had reached Act 2. She was sore and hurting but there was enough fight in her to bring Chelsea down, that was for sure but right now she clutched her hurting ribcage as the blonde dragged her through the hallways were the staff and other wrestlers watched them and kicked a door open. Finella had to admit that doing this with her bare feet had to hurt like ab bitch but Chelsea seemed unfaced about any pain right now. She did'nt care about her pain but she did very much care about the Austrians pains.

Finella got slammed against a table and gagged as the side of it hit her sore spot on the side of her ribs. She clenched her teeth, tears forming into the side of her eyes as she pressed them shut and tried to breathe through the agonizing sensation while spit was flying through her teeth.
But Chelsea had just started and before Finella could do anything about it her head was cracked to the left and the right by some other bitch slaps, delivered from Liverpool with hate.

She looked Chelsea in the eyes, unable to say something her defense as the stinging sensation in her side and her lungs shut her up. Oh how this smug bitch must enjoy that! The Wolf wanted to shoot right back into Chelseas face, wanting to fight right back, sending fist after fist into that shiteating, fucking, unwarranted grin of her rival until Chelseas face was nothing more then some bloodpudding!

Anyway, something happened, something no one would have guessed as the Blonde took too slices of bread from the table and then with an audible smack, pressing them against Finellas head. The eyebrows of the Hellraiser went up and she looked into Chelseas eyes not with hate but rather...confusion as her rival came closer and screamed at her.

And now she understood. She understood very well. And deep within Finella, after all the seriouness and hate, after all they did to each other a chuckle escaped her lips and after the chuckle a laugh she fell into a horselaugh as she pictured Chelsea before her in some cooking garments, screaming at some contestants of a show. Who knew that this bitch could be so entertaining? Finella grinned and then came closer to Chelseas face, their foreheads pressing against each other again. "An IDIOT SANDWICH!", she shouted and fell forward leaning against Chelsea, laughing like she has'nt laughed before in ages.

"Oh god...that...that was unfair you...", she said and wiped a tear from her eye. "That was just unfair...but guess what...I am unfair too!", she grinned and suddenly her arm that was hidden behind her and that Chelsea had forgotten about in all this strange happenings of the last minutes shot forward and slammed a spoon with something on it in the open mouth of Chelsea.

"Well then...bon appetite..." Finella grinned and leaned back, shoving Chelsea off of her and presenting to the english woman what had been sitting on the table behind her...
Finella had smelled it as they entered and she had felt the fine hairs of her nostrils getting burnt away by the smell alone...it was an indian curry. And Indian Curry meant INDIAN curry as this was one of those special curries that even the japanese wrestlers gave a wide berth...
Finella had tried the tip of a spoon from the yellowish sauce and almost had died on the spot. Chelsea, an english citizen, a person who was in no means aquainted to heavy spices or like any spices at all had now been fed a full, big spoon of this hellish meal and Finella crossed her arms before her chest.
"3...2....1...", she counted down as Chelseas face went redder...

[CaptainL]

Up to this point, Chelsea had been fueled by a bloodlust like the Norse berserkers. She was driven by a frenzy to see Finella crushed and hopeless, and no amount of suffering she had to take upon herself to get to that point would be too much when she had such a joy to look forward to. Nothing else around her seemed to register; even when her own body was marked with welts and bruises that the Wolf had inflicted on her with everything she could, they were barely even sore. All that mattered was tearing Finella apart.

Yet, now, with Finella splayed against the side of the table, reeling from the impact and with her limbs hanging limp around her...Chelsea could slow down for a scant few seconds. She knew she had the time to catch her breath and recuperate now that Finella wasn't fighting back; god only knew she needed it after what the two of them had put each other through. But Chelsea wouldn't let any opportunity to humble Finella go. As soon as she saw the parts of the puzzle - the bread on the table, and Finella dazed beneath - she knew exactly how they could fit together. It was perhaps simpler, more childish and petty even, than how she normally addressed issues like these, but Chelsea couldn't be stopped now. The idea had popped into her head fully formed, and she had to bring it into reality.

And, as she slapped the pieces of bread to either side of Finella's head, her rival responded just the way she had hoped.

Chelsea herself burst into laughter. She hadn't expected Finella to actually do it, as much as the thought sprung from the depths of her wildest imaginations. But the Hellraiser had delivered. It was so absurd, so incongruous with the fierce, formidable image she had come to know from her rival, that for a moment, she was able to forget their feud, and all the hatred she felt for her. When Finella broke into an uproar of guffaws, Chelsea did too. Were it not for all the bruises, and the disarray of the room around them, the two could be mistaken for friends joking around.

But of course, that was far from the truth - something Chelsea was soon to discover. She had taken an opportunity to act while Finella was occupied; now, the Hellraiser had a chance to get even on that front.

The next thing she knew, Chelsea's laughter was abruptly cut short as she felt a spoon shoved into her mouth. At first, when she stopped, looking back with wide eyes at Finella, it was with confusion; she had no idea what she was doing. But soon, as Finella shoved her back against the table behind her, those eyes opened wider, and they began to water over. Suddenly, her mouth was on fire - and as the sensation hit her taste buds, everything around the Englishwoman seemed to be heating up!

As she clutched at her throat with both hands, Chelsea was overtaken by a cacophany of sputters and coughs, her body lurching with every heave it made while her legs kicked wildly in the air. At last, she spat out the curry in her mouth, punctuating it with a shrill cry. "H-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTT..!!!" In a panic, she grabbed for the nearest beer can on the table, going to gulp down its contents in the hopes of extinguishing the fire in her throat!

[RedShinigami]

Not just Chelsea but Finella too was filled with unbrideld rage, threatening to consume her. It was especially vicious on the day they met at the Eagles Mansion. Finella did'nt knew what would have happened if it had'nt been for Karl but it had been horrible, that much was true. But between this day where she lost all her trust in Molly and Harmonia she had met Chris Yukine again. An aspiring musician and wrestler who cared for the hurting Hellraiser who was on the way into selfdestruction.

From this day on the days of Finella had been more carefree and full of laughter again. She loved Chris, loved her like she loved Harmonia, perhaps more. Chris was the bigger sister Finella always wanted to have and she made her reconsider things. Not about Chelseas and her feud, Finella was still ready to beat Chelsea into a pulp but Chris had awoken something in Finella again which the Hellraiser thought dead...

And so, when Chelsea did'nt took it serious, Finella would'nt too. It was too hilarious and when the cameracrew arrived they saw them laughing their asses of while Fin was leaning against Chelsea. The crowd was puzzled as moments before they had brutalized themselves to their very feet.
Finella felt good and she had to admit, she did'nt hate the fact that Chelsea laughed too. She hated her but now, for this short moment, she did not. She understood her as Chelsea understood her and now this oh so similar women laughed as if they knew each other for a liftime.

But still there was a match to be won and honor to get and Finella had the perfect way of getting things..."heated" again.
The Hellraiser shoved a big spoon of devilish hot indian curry into the scouser mouth whose tastebuds were'nt made for something like this, but Finellas were'nt either.
When Chelsea backed away, spitting fire and grabbing a bear, her breasts jumping and jiggling with every motion much to the delight of the crowd, she grabbed for a beer and Finella leaned back grabbing one od the icecold cans and pressing it on her hurting side, holding it in place with her arm as she grabbed another one and looked at the brand.

"Heineken? Serious? You serve the most delicious food and give us hollands pisswater?", she sighed, looking at the cameras and opened the can, wanting to take a much needed sip as she looked at Chelsea.
She rolled her eyes and threw the Scouser another can before raising hers.

" This changes nothing Chels, but between us two barflies... Prost.", she said and held out the can to her rival who slowly came back to her senses.
"It's not good but at the end of the day its beer and its cold...",she said with a crooked grin.

If anyone got off on two bruised, topless women drinking beer together then well... LAW provided him with his fetish.

[CaptainL]

For just a moment, half-delirious with pain, exhaustion, and rage, the hatred Chelsea felt for Finella was forgotten just long enough for the two of them to have a good laugh at the Hellraiser's unexpected decision to play along with her antics. For just a moment, the two of them looked like they could have been old friends sharing a joke, or at least they might have if they weren't both half-naked and battered. For once, getting revenge on Finella for all the pain and misfortune she caused wasn't even on Chelsea's radar. But Finella wasn't going to let her guard down, even now, and when she saw a moment of vulnerability from Chelsea, she would take it, shoving some red-hot curry into the Englishwoman's mouth!

At once, Chelsea was shocked back to her senses, jumping up and away from Finella as she tried to soothe the burning sensation in her throat. She needed the coldest thing she could get her hands on, and the closest thing was the stack of beer cans arranged in the middle of the table. With all the experience of a seasoned bar-goer, Chelsea popped the can open and gulped down the contents. As soon as she was finished, she let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping as she let the now-empty can drop from her fingers. For once, all was right with the world. Her mouth wasn't on fire, and she had a beer in her. It was no Old Speckled Hen, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

Finella seemed to feel the same sentiment, as she grabbed a beer of her own - and threw Chelsea another can, as though in a peace offering. She caught it, but not without a curious stare. Baffled by the gesture, the Scouser looked down at the can, then back up at her rival. Then, though, she shrugged her shoulders as Finella explained where she was coming from. No matter what she felt about Finella, for once, she did have a point.

Popping open the cap, Chelsea opened her can before hoisting it aloft. "Well dun...ter alcohol!" If Finella accepted her offer of a toast, she would down the can as fast as she could.

Of course, even now, Chelsea wasn't letting her guard down. To her, anything was a contest where she would always be gunning for first place, and when Finella was in the picture she had even more reason not to falter. She would try to race the Austrian to the bottom of her can, aiming to finish hers first, if only to feel a little superior about one other thing. And when she did finish, she would turn the can into a weapon, looking to smash it straight into Finella's forehead!

[RedShinigami]

Over the course of this match both women already had hurt each other as much as they could. They had gone full force from the very beginning, tearing into one another, slamming ,scratching, clawing, biting, choping. Finellas whole body, from the top of her head down to her toes was on fire and she saw that Chelsea was in no better shape. It was clear that both of them needed a short pause or one of them would run out of steam and when it would be Finella or even worse when both gave out and it ended in a draw..., no, Finella did'nt want to think about that. That bitch had asked for it. Even if some things about Chelsea were admirable, somethings she found out even in the course of the match. When Finella loved something then it was random humor, sudden things like the one time she sent her opponent down into unconciousnes and told the ref: "She's dead Jim."

Finella was so much more then the battlehardened Brawler with the tragic past, Finella loved to laugh, to make a joke, to pull a trick and as she had proven with Molly, she could be kind and understandable, admitting her mistakes and learn from it. All of this made the person Finella Edelstein. And for a good minute as Chelsea and she started to laugh, almost embracing each other as they were body to body...Finella did'nt feel any hate or resentment. She did'nt saw the bitch that came into her house, looking for trouble, she saw...another woman, her age, probably with same taste in music, the same thirst for a beer and the need to laugh. All this Finella saw and wondered what would happen when this evening was over. But it was'nt over and Chelsea had'nt learned her lesson yet.

Seeing Chelsea running around with flayling arms made the Hellraiser laugh again, opening her next can which she jugged down before she threw Chelsea one and opened her third one. They cheered each other and the match resumed with both women jugging down their cans of beer as fast as they could, not wanting to give the other one a reason to be better in anything and indeed, with a loud and audible sigh, both emptied their cans at the same time and as it appeared, had the same idea as both women slammed into each other, cracking their cans into their foreheads, flattening them on their heads, making the crowd cheer again.

Both women rested now, leaning at each other as they groaned from the sudden impact. "Ouch...man...thankfully they have no glassbottles here, ey?", Finella whispered in Chelseas ear and decided that it was time for some snacks!
The Hellraiser sent her knee into Chelseas irritated stomach, surely still sore from the kicks and the curry it had to digest right now and wrapped an arm around the english womans head, pulling her into a tight headlock, pressing Chelseas face into her soft breasts while she started to walk the tables.
"Man, man, man...such delicious stuff...what to start with? Look, Chelsea, this is called real food, you won't find any eels in mintsauce here...so let me introduce you, me, a girl from a cultured country were we actually use spices for our food to help you getting a little ham on your skinny thighs...", she grinned and reached for a steak which she used to rub into Chelseas face. "Hmm...smells delicious is'nt it. What? No meats? Got you covered!", the wolf grinned and shoved a bunch of french fries into Chelseas mouth.

"Huh? You need ketchup? Sure!", she grinned and reached for the big red bottle before her and squeezed it all over Chelseas face. "Lets see...we had steak with french fries...oh how about dessert, huh? Sure you like a little dessert you little bitch!", the Hellraiser dragged Chelsea over to a table were a big bowl of Vanilla pudding was prepared and let go of her headlock only to grab Chelseas neck with both hands and dunk her head into the bowl of vanilla pudding.
"HERE! EAT, EAT IT ALL UP YOU LITTLE CUNT!", the wolf laughed and looked at the bubbles of air coming up next to Chelseas dunked in head.

[CaptainL]

Much as each one would try to deny it, Chelsea and Finella perhaps had more in common with one another than they had differences between the two. It seemed like this was no exception, as, seeing the beer cans, both women reached the same idea at the same time - and, as they finished their drinks at the exact same moment, they simultaneously swung for one another with the cans in their hands, flattening them each against each others' skulls! For a moment, Chelsea stared back at Finella, blinking with the realization that they had acted in unison. But their impromptu break for refreshments was over. Now, both of them were at each others' throats once again, and they would use anything they could get their hands on in their aims of tearing each other limb from limb!

Finella rammed a knee into Chelsea's gut, causing her to double over forward with a cough. She clutched at her stomach to try and dull the pain, but Finella had already yanked her into a headlock! The Englishwoman barked threats and curses, twisting her head from side to side as she tried to pull herself free, but she wasn't able to save herself from Finella shoving all the food she could find into her face!

The heat began to rise in Chelsea's body as her face grew red, and not just from having ketchup squirted into it. Once again, Finella was teasing her - it wasn't enough to merely beat her in a match; she had to make a show of her defeat and humiliation, turning any threat she could have posed her into a joke. It was, perhaps, what Chelsea hated the most about Finella. And she wasn't going to put up with it any more! As she fell face-first into the bowl of pudding, submerging herself in the concoction, Chelsea balled a fist and slammed it against the table in frustration - but she couldn't stop here. She couldn't let Finella get away with such an insult - not against her country's cooking, but especially not to her!

Reaching up, the blonde's fingers coiled tightly around Finella's arm where it was holding her throat. She dug her nails as deep as she could into her skin - but more importantly, she would use the arm as a lever, ducking down and pulling hard at it to swing Finella over her shoulder and against the table. If that worked, she would jerk herself back up to her feet, fixing a bloodthirsty glare at Finella through a face dripping with pudding. Chelsea wiped the stuff off with her gloves, cleaning off her face before pulling her gloves off and tossing them to the floor. She didn't need to do all she was going to do with her arms being soggy, and besides, as she flexed her fingers through the motions, she thought with fondness on how she was now closer than ever before to tearing Finella apart personally.

With one step, Chelsea hoisted herself onto the table, and with another, she brought her foot down straight onto one of Finella's breasts, once again flattening it against her ribs. "Oh, go 'ed about English food all ye want, like, like we 'aven't 'eard it a million times before!" she spat. "Nah shit, it's bad! Ye think we dun kun dat? But at least us stuff puts 'air ed yer chezzy! Wha' avyer gorra say fe yoselves? All it is is desserts and pastries! Does every masti chef in de blewdy country 'uv an Easy Bake Oven? Er all yous lot juss rite lardarses?"

To punctuate her words, Chelsea picked a pie up from the table, going to slam it straight into Finella's face. All the while, she continued to taunt her. "I guess evun yous wuz tew ashamer ter admit it, because everyone else tewk de credit, like! Yer biggest invention's named afti de fookin' Danes!" Finding another stack of pies, Chelsea took one in each hand, slamming them down on top of the Hellraiser's breasts. "And yer uvver one got claimed by de frogs!" she added, ramming a stale croissant down onto Finella's face for good measure. "An' wha' wuz so great o' an idea that yous juss 'ad ter put yer name ed it?! Some gobshite's idea ter put sausages inna tinnie! Shows whuz yous priorities are!" With that, Chelsea drew back her foot, prepared to boot Finella straight off the table!

[RedShinigami]

The sheer brutality both had forced each other to had toned significantly until the point where both brawlers decided to flatten their cans on each others foreheads. Finella groaned, seeing black for a short time and was surprised how easily Chelsea took her shot, meaning that she either was THAT pigheaded was she thought...or so tough. Oh no, this bitch was'nt so tough. Finella had seen Chelsea flattened on the canvas often enough but then again...
//She always got back up again...//
Truly there was something to be admired about the blonde except her good looks and highflying expertise. She could take some punishment, as could Finella and for a breath moment Finella wondered what would have happened if both of them would have been released as team at some other girls. Well, that would never happen, but still it was an interesting thought.

But there was no time for that, it was time to squeeze the head of her rival into the side of her boob and give her some refreshments, meanwhile mocking the english cuisine all the way, not unjustified of course and stuffed, smeared and squirted everything she could find into Chelseas face before ending her onslaught with a nice big bowl of delicious vanilla pudding. She grabbed the neck of her opponent and dunked her in, maybe even get her unconcious and win the match. What a picture, Finella posing next to Chelsea who was dunked in headfirst into a bowl of pudding. The beach would'nt be able to show her face at LAW ever again, so Finella made sure to get a good hold. "How does it taste? Looks damn delicious. When we are finished here I have to taste it too. If you have'nt eaten all yourself you little piggy...", she grinned and to add insult to injury gave the behind of Chelsea a big an audible slap that was transmitted into the arena via the cameras, making the crowd cheer, seeing Chelseas barely clad behind jiggle in full view.

But the englishwoman was far from done with Finella and now the Austrian had pushed the right buttons to make her really mad. Chelsea grabbed for her wrists and took a good hold making Fin hiss in pain as the nails dug in. "Ouch, stop that you stupid, english cow!", she growled before Chelsea got her head free, emerged from the pool and sent Finella sailing over the top of her head, right on the unforgiving wooden table.
"AAAAGH!" Finellas already sore back got slammed onto the hard material and her sore body sent a wave of pain from the point of her spine to her scalp as the barechested, brawling beauty landed on the table,followed by a Chelsea who got rid of her gloves and was out for blood.

"What-aaah!",Finella tried to get up but her breasts got flattened again like the third time in this match, an agonizing experience that made her stomach twist. "You...jealous slut. Just because you have such tiny MINNIE MOUSE BOOBS, I-MFFFFFGHHGFFFFFF!"
FInella was silenced as she got a pie pressed into her features with greetings by Chelsea who started to insult something that was uninsultable! Austrian cuisine.
"Pfgh...bwah...WHAT?! WHAT?! You stupid moron, we would'nt eat sausages out of a can if our life depended on it! Ngh...what does a stupic McDonalds eating bitch know about fine food, huh? Ours is one of the best in the world! I swear when this is done I tie you to a chair and feed you Schnitzel until you choke on it!", Finella growled but was unable to do anything as Chelsea foot shot into her boobs again.
"AAAAUUGH!"

It was agonizing and what added to it where the cakes Chelsea pressed onto her breasts and again, people with special fetishes watching out there really got something their money worth in this match.
"Fat? Hah...you country is the most obese in europe you stupid slut...hehehe...I bet your mummy has an ass like an fucking ice cream truck!", she shouted and spat out cake from her face, showing Chelsea a dirty grin.
And also making things deeply personal now, but at this stage none of those two cared. It seemed everything had to get out of their system by now, every mean word, every slap, every kick...
Finella yelped as she got booted down from the table and landed down on her belly, her entire upper body covered in cakes. "Ugh...fuck..."