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

[RedShinigami]

Finella always saw herself as tough, unbreakable. No one was a meaner bitch then her. This attitude only got stronger when she lost her parents, travelled the balkans and had to start to look for herself. Everyday was survival. If Finella had shown any signs of weakness she would have been beaten, raped or murdered. She had no one she could go to. Her uncle made her think that she stood in Harmonias way and so Finella tried to stay away from Harmonia. Moni deserved to be happy and she would not sabotage her sisters career by being a stain on her good reputation. And so Finella was alone for a long time. The only thing she was good in was drinking and fighting.

And this was what she did, competing in brutal underground matches, pushing her young body to its limits, earning wound after wound, which became scar after scar until her whole body was covered in it. But every scar was a medal she had earned. She did'nt die. And when she was visited at the crude room the doctor had, laying in the bed, all bandaged up, it was not out of friendlyness or care. No one cared about Finella anymore. They wanted to know if she could fight or not and if she could'nt anymore she would be killed as she was worthless to keep but the informations she had were to delicate to let her live. So Finella pulled through, even if her wounds needed more time to heal she already was in the ring again. This was her world it seemed. Until she saw Harmonias guest appearance on an austrian TV show, urging Finella, if she still lived, to come back to her.

And so in a nightly adventure, Finella Edelstein fled the place she thought would be her grave to follow Harmonia to Japan and to LAW. And here they were. The biggest wrestling stage in the world. Chelsea and Finella stood in the ring where it all had started. Bloodstains spotted around the ring bore witness to what was going down before. The circle had closed. Both women, bruised, bloodied, battered, brutalized and on the verge of passing out stood in this ring that was scattered with tacs like landmines. Finella had to lean to the ropes, catching her breath before she got up and shoved some tacks away with her feet, pathing a way to the middle of the ring to meet with Chelsea.

"You...don't...know...what I have gone through...", Finella started as they locked eyes. "I have been in a living hell for almost six years. A prisoner without hope.", she said while they slowly approached each other. Finella hissed as she stepped on one of the sharp tacks but ignored the pain as she went forward. "But. I don't know what you have been through.", she said and it seemed almost understanding. "I was so busy with my pain and my feelings that I forgot that people around me have their problems too. And even if they pale to mine..." Suddenly George came back to her mind. "You love him, do you? Because he cares. Because he loves you, because he treats you like a woman, sees the real Chelsea inside...", Finella chuckled and then her eyes got sad. "I maybe don't know what romantic love feels like but I know how love does..." She looked down to Chris and smiled, the shock on the girls eyes hurt her but Finella knew that she and Chelsea had to do this between the two of them or it would never end.

"I know that this changes nothing. But I am really, really, terribly sorry for what I did. I don't think I can ever make up for this.", she said and soon both women were face to face again. There bodies hunched over, their skin bruised. They looked tired, spent, broken, shadows under their eyes, their skin pale. Chelsea had promised a massacre and nothing else the people had got. Finella knew that both she and Chelsea were standing on razors edge. All it needed was one good punch, one well placed kick, one big slam...and all would be over. Suddenly the ring turned into a chess board and the Hellraiser and the March Hare sat across each other planning their final move. "Let's end this. One way or another.",Finella said and tried to be faster then Chelsea, and if she was she would grab Chelsea and stunner her into the tacks...
The crowd popped again. Finally, the last round had begun...and no one could forsee what would happen...

[GolemGuardian]

Chris was mad. She had been shaking at first when she saw the metal pole strike George in the head as he protected Chelsea. And the look in the Scouser's eyes after, the rage and hate, before she went after a remorseful Finella like a wild animal. While the rocker followed the wolf's wish to lay down thumbtacks anywhere and everywhere in the ring, Chelsea was busy trying to turn her pseudo-sister's head into a red smear on the entrance ramp. That was when the snow haired couldn't remain idle, running out of the ring and towards the two competitors with a dropkick with Chelsea's name on it.

It sent the girl skidding away in a crumpled, curled up and whimpering mess. She was right there, ready for Chris to vent her own frustration on for what she had done to the girl she considered a sister. "Kono yaro," she said quietly, taking her first step towards the broken blond. The rocker told herself throughout the match Fin would be fine, that her bandmate would come out OK. The longer this bloody event went on, the more it sounded untrue. And when she saw her pseudo-sister beneath the raging beast that was currently Chelsea Forster, fist after fist coming down on her head and staining the entrance with her blood, the words of hope became empty. She didn't care if she was just the side act right now, she was just angry and lashing out at the source of her impending dread. She had already seen the aftermath from the brawl in the Eagle's Nest. Chris couldn't see Fin like that again.

"You fucking, little-" She began, only to halt once she felt a hand on her ankle and a weakened voice speak up. Suddenly everything seemed to halt. The crowd quieted, the disdain for the rabbit, all seemed distant as she turned and looked down at Finella. She was a bloody mess, her body covered in more bruises and an aged banana, pale as a ghost from the blood she no doubt had been losing so far, and yet she still found a reason to smile. The rocker stood frozen, the dread finally tipping over. The wolf used her to get back onto her feet, showing just how awful she must have been feeling. "F-fin.." She then noticed a wetness on her cheeks and her breathing had become shallow and quick. How long had she been crying or hyperventilating? Since the two erupted back into the arena? When Fin struck the pub owner? The car? The snack table smackdown?

Suddenly she felt like that scared little girl, barely conscious as her lungs filled with smoke while crying for her parents. The fire that consumed the concert hall, killing the two musicians, almost roaring in her ears once more. And when her sister hugged her tight, burying Chris' face between her naked breasts, instead of shying away in embarrassment she would hug Fin back just as tight. "It will be ok," Chris heard her say. It was what the fire fighter had said as he pulled her toddler self out kicking and screaming. They sounded hollow then, and they sounded hollow now.

"Please, no..." The rocker could usually talk the Hellraiser down from doing something like this. There had to be some way to reason with Fin to let her help end this match, or at least make sure she wouldn't get any more hurt. But nothing came to mind. She just ended up standing there as the two ended up returning to the ring. All she could do was stand, stare, and listen to her partner give her speech. This was a matter of pride, and ensuring there would be an ending. Chris knew that, and yet... and yet......

"I'm sorry."

The rocker brought her arm up and wiped her tears, trying to steady her breathing. Anything she could do would only make things worse between the two Europeans now. She knew that, but didn't want it to be true. The two were on their last legs, and the floor was now covered in tacks. It was going to be brutal, and as much as she wanted to stay and support her sister, the rock star couldn't just stand and watch anymore. Instead she just turned around and walked up the ramp. Someone needed to check in on George, after all, until the medical staff arrived. And that... that was honestly a lot more pleasant than seeing any more of this brutality.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea was staggered, stiff, and limping as she plodded her way back into the ring, but it wouldn't slow her down. Everything she did, every movement she made, was all done with a sense of purpose. As she slipped through the ropes, she stood tall, glaring back at Finella as her eyes settled into the Wolf's piercing gaze. For a time, all was silent. Neither woman made a move; it felt like an eternity as they watched each other like hungry animals waiting for their prey to falter. But Chelsea couldn't stop now. She couldn't afford to let Finella see any sign of weakness from her. She needed to stay strong, firm, and defiant in the face of all danger, and she needed Finella to know she wouldn't back down.

Her fist clenched at her side, coiling so tightly her nails pressed into the palm of her hand. Her chest rose and fell with each stiff, hoarse breath she took, and the corners of her lips pulled back to expose her teeth clenched into a snarl. Like Finella, Chelsea wasn't going to let the pain get to her. No matter how much she might have felt the soreness, the aches, the pains of walking over the thumbtack-ridden canvas, her anger at Finella kept her going. The Hellraiser had taken away the one person she could count on most, now, and Chelsea wouldn't rest until she'd earned her revenge. No matter how much Finella tried to reason with her, Chelsea wouldn't hear it. She stooped lower as she took a step forward - with her hair loose and tangled, her naked body covered in sweat, blood, and bruises, Chelsea was a wild woman. She wouldn't stand to reason.

Or so she thought.

It didn't come through to Chelsea in her opponent's words. Rather, it was from the way Finella acted, the way in which she carried herself, that told her what was really going on. When the two at last met in the center of the ring, it wasn't scorn and hate that Finella spoke to Chelsea with. It was...regret. Empathy, almost. Even now, after all they'd done to each other, when it seemed like they were too far gone to turn back...Finella still had to ask herself if she had gone too far.

For a moment, Chelsea stopped. Her posture eased. Her fist began to unfurl, and she stood a little taller. "You..?" she began, whispering to Finella in a weary, parched voice. Her jaw went slack, her mouth hanging open. Was Finella...reaching out to her? Did she truly know, after all she'd done, what it did to her? How it left her questioning herself? Wondering what she had been put on this world for?

Then, she brought up George - and that cut straight to Chelsea's core. At first, the allegation left her flustered; her face reddened and she reeled back from her foe. Instinctively, she spat out the same rebuttal she always had when it came to such a question. "Me-!? What? No, of course I-" But then, Chelsea stopped. Finella was right. She already understood everything so well. George, she felt, was the only person who saw Chelsea for who she was, who wasn't blinded by her brusque nature or her in-ring career. And perhaps, to Finella, Chris was the same way.

She knew. She had known all along. Chelsea had doubted her, but she already understood everything.

Once again, the moment passed in silence. Chelsea gasped for air, her gaze turning down to look at the mat beneath her, then back up at Finella. She didn't say anything more about George, but her silence was enough. She had nothing else to say in her defense, because she knew it wouldn't work. And she wouldn't even try.

Perhaps Chelsea had misjudged Finella. Perhaps this wasn't a matter of her good name any more. Perhaps all this time, she'd been caught up in this silly feud, trying to prove herself against someone who already knew her better than she could ever have known.

But her eyes looked over the thumbtacks, and the bloodstains on the ring. They wandered upward from Finella's feet, along her legs, taking in all the bruises and cuts on her battered body. Seeing each one awakened the same pain in Chelsea, who had felt each blow herself with a wince and a shudder. They'd done this to each other. They couldn't just turn back now. They'd come too far for this - and they needed to finish what they started.

"...let's," came Chelsea's response. She said nothing more. All she did was reach forward, grabbing for Finella's shoulders to try and gain control of her. They leaned against each other, their bare, sweat-slick skin slapping against each others' as they felt each exhale that passed between them, and pushed and pulled, jostling for dominance.

But the Hellraiser was faster - and she was able to latch onto Chelsea's head, pulling it forward onto her shoulder! She had no time to prepare herself, and the two of them dropped down, straight onto the thumbtacks! As she felt the points jabbing upward into her skin, the Englishwoman threw back her head, her face contorting in agony as she bellowed out a pained scream! Every inch of her body seemed to erupt with the fires of a million little daggers driven into her pores! Screaming even louder, her legs began to kick into the air, sending thumbtacks flying as she thrashed about. She didn't even know she had the energy in her, but this brought it out!

[RedShinigami]

The crowd was unsure what to do at this moment. They wanted to cheer, they wanted to get wild for this intense match, but the tension was feelable and made the usual very vocal crowd go silent. Chelsea finally did it, she had brought the crowd in her corner, they applauded her, they cheered for her. Karl, George and her had done everything to go in big and show LAW another Chelsea Forster. Not a simply brootish midcarder with no big future ahead of hers, but a wrestler aiming for greatness. The blonde had proven that she had it in her and she had proven that, even if the odds were against her by bookers, fans and the bets, that she could beat Finella Edelstein. Both women had many chances to beat the other one clean, with a pin or a submission. But this was'nt enough. Not after everything that had happened between them. They had to get this out of their system. And at this big stage at We are LAW, they were minutes away from what could be a glorious victory.

Finella smiled, almost like a friend, as Chelsea blushed. She did her usual thing. George was a nuisance, he was only there because she allowed. Yeah, yeah. She had seen Chelsea when she looked at George, when he spoke, when he did his tricks. This was no look of "acceptance", that much was for sure. Finella sighed. Still there was distain against Chelsea but it wavered with every second, like her body that was growing weaker. Finella had'nt thought that Chelsea had it in her, but she was mistaken. And now she had to pay the price. Finella was shaking, she barely could hold herself on her feet and when Chelsea approached her she grunted and struggled against her mortal enemy. But her hate already had died down with all the energy she had. Now she just wanted to end it and get into bed.

There breasts pressed against each other, their sweaty skin glistened in the light and the crowd came back to life again as both fighters went for the final showdown. Finella felt Chelsea going weak but she herself was in no better position. They struggled against each other,grunting, moaning while the fans all around them cheered their names. Finally, the Hellraiser managed to get into position, grab Chelseas head and send them both down on the canvas. A silent scream escaped Finellas lips as she landed in the sharp tacks, hurting like a million beestings. Chelseas screams, usually music in her ears did nothing to her now. She did'nt enjoy them anymore. They both had gone too far. So far, that there was no way back.

The Hellraiser grunted and got herself into a sitting position, to the boos of the crowd. The people in the arena already had chosen their hero and Finella did'nt blame them. She looked to the side where Chelsea was writhing in pain. And then she asked herself. Who watched this? What would they think. She knew that Molly and Moni were watching. What about the Forster siblings parents? Were they watching? Sitting before the TV seeing their girl getting tortured by this awful woman called Finella Edelstein. Why now? Why here? Finella felt as if all of this was her fault. And was'nt it? What if she had Chelsea left alone at the Wolf and the Bunny. What if instead for mocking and demeaning her, spend her a drink, talk things over. It was close to Christmas for gods sake and what did she do?

The words of her grandfather came back into her mind. The Hellraiser was Finella Edelstein not the other way around. Whatever she did, whomever she beat up. It was herself and no demon. The demon was part of her and would always will be. But Finella could decide when to let him out. She had a family and friends once again. The six years of sadness, fear and agony were so far away right now. Tears trickled down the cheeks of Finella as she turned and rolled Chelsea onto her stomach. From there she sat on her lap and pulled her head up into a camel clutch, trapping the already hurting march hare.

"Give up Chelsea. This is'nt worth it. Give up and we go for a beer, huh?", Finella asked. Usually it would have been smug, with her usual cheery undertone. But now it felt cold, weak, desperate. "We already hurt ourselves enough. Just give!". Even if Finella learned many things about herself today, she still wanted to win. Fighters pride was fighters pride.
The Hellraiser bent back with all her might, bending Chelseas spine into positions it was'nt made for. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK WHY DON'T YOU GIVE UP YOU STUBBORN IDIOT?!", she screamed through clenchd teeth as she felt her arms getting weak, her graps slipping.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea was as weary as Finella herself was. This match had forced her to push herself to new levels, going further and further beyond anything she had ever done before, all in the name of proving to the world - and to Finella - that she wouldn't back down, and she wouldn't let herself be bested. She gasped for air, her whole body ached, and she could barely walk without teetering from side to side. Yet, when her eyes met Finella's, none of that mattered. The look in her eye ignited the will in Chelsea to fight back. She had taken things this far, and now she needed to see them through to the very end. She couldn't settle for any less!

The pains in her body seemed to fade away. Moving came freer to her. She leaned down into a stance, taking Finella by the hands, and as they closed the distance between each other they pushed and shoved. Not content with just their hands, they used their entire bodies like battering rams trying to overpower each other, and the sound of their sweat-slick skin slapping together echoed with each time their shoulders, hips, and chests came back into contact. Chelsea's teeth clenched, and her fingers coiled tighter around Finella's hands. Her knees knocked together as they circled around, and she began to pant for air. But still, she would keep fighting. She'd keep fighting until one of them couldn't go any longer!

It was Finella who would secure the upper hand. She swept Chelsea off her feet, sending her flying face-first into the tacks. She let out a scream as she fell forward, only at the last minute throwing her arms up to shield her face from the points - but they still jabbed into her arms, leaving her letting loose a pained wail. Finella, too, had fallen. For a time they lay there amidst the tacks, both panting and groaning. Neither wanted to move, but both wanted to be the first to do so.

But from there, Finella would get on top of Chelsea, wrapping her fingers around her chin and pulling her back up. Once again, Chelsea screamed. Her back was being bent in half, and the thumbtacks dug into her skin. Her face contorted in pain, red from the strain as she looked out into the camera with her eyes pulled shut and her mouth open wide. Finella had the upper hand on her. This would normally be where she'd taunt Chelsea, and boast of her dominance. But that wasn't what happened here.

Chelsea could hear it in her voice. Finella was sore. She was weary. Her voice wasn't the defiant growl she knew, but a weak and breathless whisper. She wasn't asking Chelsea to submit because she wanted to win. She just wanted the match to be over. And Chelsea felt it, too - the aches and pains that sank into her bones; the shudder that went down her spine as she thought about all she'd done to her. The pin-pricks of hairs standing up on the back of her neck as she realized that she and Finella could have been friends, if all of this had gone differently.

She didn't want to keep going. Her eyes began to well over with tears, just from the strain of all she was putting her body through. But she had to keep going. She had already come too far to stop now; to give anything less than her best effort now would mean she didn't deliver on her promise. It would mean that she turned her back on the match to end it all, the one that demanded the absolute limits of her effort. No matter how things ended, Chelsea knew she needed to fight it to the end. If she stopped now, she would prove she could never be the person she wanted to be. She'd always be stuck as an overthought, a laughingstock. No, a true fighter would last it out. A true fighter would prove her worth in her blood!

Her teeth clenched, and she shook her head in defiance. Whether either of them liked it or not, no matter what, Chelsea couldn't submit here! She'd let her body be ravaged in a million different ways before she let a rivalry like this, one that had consumed her every thought and action for months now, die in a whimper! She had started something, and she intended to finish it!

"NEVER!!!" Chelsea roared, finding the voice in her lungs she didn't even know she had. For a moment, the entire arena went silent. Whether they could understand her or not, everyone knew what Chelsea had said, and what she thought! No matter what, she was never going to submit to Finella!

[RedShinigami]

Finella and Chelsea met for a last test of strength, strength, none of those two had anymore. None of the two managed to get an advantage, their naked, sweaty bodies just pressed into each other, truly a raw and sexy sight for sure, but at this point it became clear to the audience, the announcers and everyone who was watching that both women had pushed their limits. Their intertwined fingers pressed each others hands until their knuckles went white and their eyes were squeezed shut. Their moans of pain were audible as they struggled for position. Finellas and Chelseas breasts squeezed into each other, Finella easily outmatchig Chelseas more firmer, but still beautiful breasts and usually she would have used the situation to put drops of poison into Chelseas ears but she did'nt had the energy for it nor did she want it anymore. She already had spat out every insult she was capable of into Chelseas way and right now, after this long and agonizing battle, she just did'nt had it in her anymore. And if she was honest with herself, she did'nt want to either.

Finally the Hellraiser managed to get the upper hand and sent both of them down into the mat where the sharpness of the tacks, waited for them. Finella put everything she had into the camelclutch, she knew that Chelsea must be in undescribable pain, because she was too. Even for her, who managed to be on top of the move, it was a whole new lesson in agony. Her ligaments burned as she crouched on Chelseas body, sitting on her behind and bend her body back. Her muscles, her body, something she took great pride in, became useless. Finella held on for dear life, just hoping that her rival finally would give in, finally ending this torture. She just wanted to rest, just wanted to sleep. Everything she had felt for Chelsea, the hate, the need to destroy her was so far away. She heard the screams of the englIishwoman but found no solace or enjoyment in it. Finella felt nothing except pain and hopelessness. "Come on, give...give already!", she howled, her knees screaming to be released of this croutching position. Her arms trembled, the sweat and the blood made her fingers slip and when Chelsea screamed with a loud and audible voice Finella threw her head back in a loud scream of agony. She knew the tacks were under them. This had to end, it must had to end...
"Then let us suffer more...", she hissed through gritted teeth-

And with that she bent back Chelsea one last time, as far as she could before releasing her grip, sending back the englishwoman into the canvas with the speed of a pocketknife that was opened. Finella could'nt concentrate on Chelseas pain as her knees gave in and she dropped backwards onto the sharp torturing nails herself. She was close to fading, her concience wandered between darkness and light while her eyes gazed up to the ceiling of the arena...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!", she screamed as more and more of this hellish little things penetrated her skin. But they were on her back... Chelsea was slammed into it with the front of her body and god knows what this had done to her...

[CaptainL]

Chelsea and Finella had already said all there was to say to each other. Not only in this match, but in all the other times their paths had crossed, inside the ring and out of it, leading to this moment. Their souls had been laid as bare to each other as their bodies were. Now, all they had to show was their actions. They circled around each other, hands grabbing hands, muscles tensing and rippling beneath skin as they pushed and shoved at one another with each step they took and each move they made. They stared each other dead in the eyes, their teeth locked into a grimace and their glares never faltering, never looking away or even blinking. The only sounds that passed between them were the pants and gasps they took to hold the air in their lungs, and the whines of all their aches and pains as they forced their ravaged bodies to keep on fighting, through all the pain and the soreness. But they both knew they couldn't stop now. They both knew they had to see it through to the end. Only when all was said and done, when the last count was made, when the bell had rung, could they finally put an end to the rivalry that had consumed their lives for the last few months.

Finella was able to wrestle Chelsea down. She brought her to the thumbtack-ridden canvas, and she waled in pain, yet even all the pins and needles that jabbed into the Englishwoman from all directions paled in comparison to the force with which Finella bent back at her spine. She cranked back at Chelsea's back with all her might, prying her up from the mat while her nails dug into her jaw. The blonde grabbed at the mat, her fingers digging deep into the canvas just to try and shrug off the agony. Ordinarily, a camel clutch wouldn't bother her too badly; she had the stamina to deal with it. But this was no ordinary camel clutch. This had come after a long, hard-fought battle where every inch of her skin had been clawed, punched, and kicked, and every joint torqued and sprained - both at her own doing and Finella's. Everything added up. And by the time it all built to this point, a camel clutch from Finella made Chelsea feel like she was being torn in half.

But still, she didn't give up. Finella was begging her to do so, not out of a desire to win or to prove anything, but out of genuine concern for Chelsea's own safety. And yet, she didn't. Everything had led to this point. It had been a few months' worth of turmoil, of desperation, of misery - and none of that could just go away with a few words. That was a betrayal of everything Chelsea knew - what she knew about herself, and the person she wanted to be. She would never do take the easy route, not in something that meant as much to her as this did. Even if it killed her, she would finish this! It was a battle for her own self-respect, and she would accept no other option!

At last, Finella let go. Whether it was her own doing, to inflict even more damage on her rival, or if it was the result of her own body giving out, no one could say. Nonetheless, she slipped, falling back onto the thumbtacks. And Chelsea was left to fall straight down. Once again, she let out a scream; even as she tried to brace herself from the impact, it wouldn't be enough to prepare her for having countless points driven into her bare breasts, each one sending a wave of pain rippling through her body. Some were even jutting out of her face. She hugged her arms closer to herself and began to writhe on the ground, kicking thumbtacks aside with each thrashing of her leg, and as she rolled over on her back, bellowing like a wild animal, she found energy in her that she didn't even know she had, fueling the kicks she threw with her legs just to vent her pain.

Eventually, Chelsea came to rest. She rolled over on her side, her blonde hair spilling out around her in a tangle against the canvas. Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for air, and her whole body hurt. But Finella had gone down, too. Chelsea wasn't in this alone. As long as Finella was still down, and still vulnerable...she could still win.

Sucking in a breath, and trembling from the pain, Chelsea began to force herself back up onto her hands and knees. Her body tensed, bristling with hairs that stood up along her back and neck, and even more with the thumbtacks that riddled her body. She snarled under her breath from that sensation alone. But she turned back to Finella, and she flung herself down on top of her with the last embers of her energy. Her hips and chest shoved into hers as she drove them against her with all her weight, and her hands grabbed for the Wolf's wrists to try and pin them above her head. She had the chance to take the top position; she couldn't turn it down!

"I can't...give up! I'll NEVER get up! I don't care...what it takes. I don't care...how much we hurt...but I have to see this through to the end!!" Her body shivered, even as she ground up against Finella with each move she made. Each inch of skin she touched to Finella's reminded her of how much pan she was in. But Chelsea couldn't surrender. Not now.

[RedShinigami]

The Hellraisers muscles stiffened, sweat poured out of her body, falling down in big drops onto the messed up floor. Her eyes were shut , her face was red and her teeth clenched so hard that she was afraid that they would break any moment. But she maintained the hold, bending Chelsea backwards while pressing her body onto her back to really bring the spine of her rival to a point where the pain and pressure would be too much. Finella did'nt count on a submission anymore, she hoped that Chelseas brain could'nt handle the torture and passed out. Except it did'nt happen.

For months now Finella had been on Chelseas back, played her own personal demon, whispering hateful and cruel things in her ear, trying to belittle every accomplishment of the englishwoman. To speak bluntly, Finella was a one hell of an asshole. And the longer the fight went, the longer Chelsea could keep up with her, the more the Wolf knew that everything she had said, everything she had did was nothing but hot air. Chelsea may had started as a cheating midcard baddy and had some embarrassing losses to her but this woman in her grasp, this woman that had battered and destroyed her body not once but twice now, was'nt this Chelsea Forster anymore. Finella had brought out a whole Chelsea through her constant attacks, physical and psychological. The woman in her slipping grasp was tough, strong and she had a goal and like Finella she would go through hell before she would let it out of her sight.

Finella could respect that, hell, over the course of this match her hatred had faded bit by bit,replaced by desperation and fear. Fear for her safety and yes, even for Chelseas. So much had happened between them, so much bad blood, so much pain, so much tears. And for what? Finella just wanted to end this charade they had culminated over the last months. Just wanted it to end and give her body some rest. Tears ran over her cheeks. Moni, Molly, they would watch. And even if Finella and Harmonia were on bad terms right now, the Hellraiser loved her sister from the deepest bottom of her heart and just wanted her to be happy and safe. Everything the Hellraiser had built up, every hateful word, every punch, every kick, every scratch...broke down like a house of cards in the wind and left a remorseful and broken Finella Edelstein.

"Chelsea...just...", she began and pulled back some more before the englishwoman escaped her grasp and went down into the tacks. Finella did'nt fare much better as she was catapulted back onto the mat herself. It was the sight of a massacre. Both women howled and screeched like wounded animals as their bodies writhed in pain. The crowd had already stopped to cheer for anyone. Everyone here just wanted it to end. Especially the two wrestlers involved.
Chelsea came back to her senses faster and when Finella saw what had happened to her rival, the tacks sticking in her chest and face she gave a whince. Chelseas tears dropped onto her cheek and mixed with the ones Finella shed as both rivals looked into each others eyes. Chelseas naked body pressed onto Finellas, their breasts squeezing into each other, their faces close to each other. "I...know...Chelsea...", she said and more tears ran down her cheeks. "Don't think that I don't know...", she whispered as the crowd started to count. This was a pin after all and it all could end here. Hell, Finella wanted it to end here, maybe even more then Chelsea.

But the Hellraiser was a fighter and everything in her told her to break this pin and go for one last attack. They looked each other into the eyes as the crowd chanted: TWO!
"I am sorry, I am so sorry for everything...", she managed to spat out before her head slammed forward, knocking into Chelseas, breaking the pin. The Wolf shoved the englishwoman off of her and took a deep breath. Everything she felt, everything she was now, was pain. Pain, Guilt and sadness. She looked over to Chelsea who writhed in pain and got up, slowly, she could take her time, Chelsea would not go anywhere...
The Hellraiser whinced as new tacks got stuck into her skin as she got up, her hands, the soles of her feet, there was no corner of her body that was'nt a bloody mess.

She got up to her feet and threw her had back, letting out a loud and long scream, forcing her last powers out of her system as she grabbed Chelsea and put her up. It was'nt easy as Chelseas whole body was limp. The Hellraiser needed a few turns to put her up for what she had planned but finally, with the last ounce of energy she had left, the muscles on her toned body flexed, her bicepses bulged as she brought Chelsea into a powerbomb position, breathing heavily, the only thing she saw before her was Chelseas hurting womanhood. She clenched her teeth, tried to get a steady stance and was ready to end things once and for all...

And when everything seemed prepaired for the biggest loss in Chelseas career the curtains of the Gorilla Position rustled and George, followed by Chris stormed out. George hurried, his face was desperate, a streak of dried blood ran over one side of his face, combined with the make up on the other side he looked like an even more deranged version of Pennywise the Clown, but for once he did'nt care about looks, he tumbled, it was clear that he was'nt ready to walk but he did'nt care. "CHELSEA!", he screamed while trying to get to the ring and help her. Chelsea had worked so hard, she had gone through so much. It can't be. George knew with all of his heart how much Chelsea meant to him, how much he loved her. Not even his hurting, spinning head and the blood that stained his gorgeous outfit could hold him back now and the crowd came to life again.
"CHELSEAAAAA!", he screamed again before he toppled and fell to his knees. "Goddamn!", he screamed and looked up. Maybe it was enough, maybe she had heard him, he prayed for it. He went down and desperatly thought of something until he got an idea. "SWEETHEART! I CAN SEE YOUR BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBS!", he screamed at the top of his lungs and collapsed to the floor.

[CaptainL]

Everything hurt. Even when Chelsea so much as breathed, her body burned - every pore and every muscle was aching, and to just move her body reawakened the pain that rippled through her. But she couldn't stop. Not now. No matter how much anyone, even she herself, may have wanted to. To back down was to quit, to give up, to yield to the woman who had been badgering her for months on end now. If Chelsea submitted, if she went slack, if she gave Finella anything less than the utmost limits of what she could wring out of her ravaged body, she would be saying that all those long months of torture, of second thoughts, of watching over her shoulder at every moment in case Finella was back for her, all didn't matter. It would be to say that the Wolf was right all along, and that she really could never hope to compare to her. There was one thing in Chelsea that burned even brighter and hotter than her self-preservation instincts, and that was her determination not to let Finella get away with all she'd done! Even if it ended her, she had to prove that she wouldn't be conquered!

Even as the thumbtacks stabbed into her, jutting from her skin at every angle, Chelsea wouldn't let herself be stopped. She winced, she trembled, but she wouldn't let this be the end. Only she could say where this would stop, and she would give Finella no mercy until that came! Her body lurching stiffly and haltingly, the blonde threw herself down on top against her rival, pinning her wrists against the mat. Pressed against each other, they could feel the warmth of their skin against each others', the rise and fall of their bodies with each slow and ragged breath they took. All that separated them from each other were the thumbtacks sticking out of their bodies. Chelsea stared into Finella's eyes as she panted, her breaths heavy and hot. But her gaze wasn't one of hate any more. Her eyes were glazed over with pain and fatigue, her cheeks running with tears, and her body shook with regret and remorse with each breath she took. But she knew it had to end now. It couldn't be any less. Not after all of this.

"Fin...ella..." she huffed, speaking barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry too...but it needs...to be done..."

Chelsea leaned a little bit forward, clenching her teeth and holding herself firm as she concentrated more of her weight down against where she held Finella. Just a little more, she thought, as she tried to brace herself to hold still even as she shook and trembled. But then, Finella struck. The Hellraiser struck out again, swinging her head into Chelsea's own, and with the sound of a thwack, her head swung backward! She cried out in pain, clutching at her skull as she fell over onto her back and began writhing around in a blind panic. Each time Chelsea rolled back and forth through the tacks, more stuck into her skin, but she didn't seem to care. Her head was bothering her far more.

Eventually, though, her last gasps of energy, even that spurred on from her adrenaline rush, began to abate. Chelsea's movements slowly but surely ground to a halt, as she lay splayed out limp on the mat, her chest rising and falling with each gasp she took. That meant that it was the perfect opportunity for Finella to move in for the kill. She grabbed Chelsea's head between her thighs before bending down, looping her arms around the Englishwoman's waist, and guiding her up higher, until she was poised above her shoulders. The crowd gasped. With Finella standing tall, with Chelsea raised high above the thumbtack-ridden canvas, any move could have brought her down. And in her current state, it was doubtful if she'd make it out with enough strength left to spare. Finella, it seemed, already had the match won. And when Chelsea was slumped limp against her shoulders, her head rolled back, her eyes glazed over, and her arms dangling like they were pulled down with weights, it looked as though there was no time for her to make a comeback.

But then there was one sound she heard that stirred her back to her senses. Even when her head was swimming and her ears were ringing, one sound reached her, crystal clear and unmistakable. She heard George calling out to her, her name in his voice. Chelsea was at the end of her rope, but that, it seemed, was enough to flip some switch in her - her eyelids fluttered open, and she sat up straighter on Finella's shoulders, directing her gaze to the source of the noise.

"H-Huh..? George..?" Her voice was light and airy, and when she looked back at her manager, it was with a breathless gasp. In this moment, more than any other, Chelsea looked vulnerable. She was taken by surprise, at a moment when she was in danger. And she knew that those who meant the most to her, those she was closest to, were trying to reach out for her. George was worried about her. George cared. He was worried. And, as he fell to his knees beside the ring, Chelsea could feel something drop in her stomach. She had never had anyone this...concerned for her before...

Her cold glare started to soften, and the corners of her eyes began to water. And then...as George was swift to point out, this same person who cared, who loved her, who wanted to help lift her up like no one had before...could also see her naked.

At once stirred back to the present, Chelsea jumped in place, her face flushing red as she threw an arm across her chest. "WHAT!?" she snapped. For a second, Chelsea froze in shock. But more importantly, it had caused her to remember where she was, and what was about to happen to her. Finella had her caught, and she was about to land the powerbomb. But Chelsea also had her one chance to turn things around!

With her free hand, Chelsea balled a fist and swung it straight for Finella's head. Then she hit it again and again, laying into her rival with punches! Chelsea was waiting for the moment Finella's stance would start to falter - then, she would throw her weight over to the side, looking to fling her into the thumbtacks by putting her last gasps of energy into a hurricanrana!

[RedShinigami]

All Finella had known for six years now was pain and the fear of getting killed if her wounds were to severe or did'nt heal quick enough. This lead to her putting her young body through strains that it was'nt made for, the scars that covered her body were the best proof for it. She took the rage that was in her to make up for it and the crowd called it Hellraiser. And when she got christened with this name the Austrian knew that she could'nt do less then raise hell on each and everyone daring to challenge her. As it was for the two blonde Bunnies from Liverpool, those girls that became so important for the Edelstein Twins. One forged in the light one forged in the darkness.

Finella had used every trick, every threat, to get to Chelsea, she wanted her to be afraid, looking over her shoulder, stay awake at night, trembling in fear. She did'nt care whom she hurt, Harmonia, Molly and Chelsea had betrayed her. Or did they...Everything seemed so far away right as Finella felt Chelseas body on hers, a nice sensation after everything they did to each other and when she looked into the face of her rival, saw the tears, this whole other side of the woman she grew to hate, the Hellraiser could'nt do anything but cry too. She was still a young girl, she was still human. Both women cried, their tears mixed on Finellas cheek as they finally accepted that they went too far and Finella did'nt hate Chelsea anymore.

All the hate, all the distain, all the hurt, the blood, the humiliations, it was so far away from now. Finella wanted it to be over. For her, for Chelsea, for their sisters. She was no bad person, she just had allowed the Hellraiser to take control over her. And she remembered the words of her grandfather again. "This demon is a part of you, you are not part of it." Finella cried even more. What would her grandfather think, seeing her in the last few months, seeing her now? But then something happened she never would have believed. Chelsea looked into her eyes, broken, hurt, exhausted from months of psychological and physiological terror and apologized too. She spoke clearly and finally Finella, a musician herself, could imagine what a fine singing voice Chelsea must had. Finella whimpered. "You...know...you're voice...is'nt that irritating as...as...I thought...maybe...maybe we can do something together...", she said while shivering in pain before her head struck Chelseas forehead sending a wave of pain through both women.

Finella clutched her head and groaned but Chelsea was in much worse shape right now. The Hellraiser knew it had to end now. She slowly got up to her knees, in the process getting tacks into her hands and knees. She hissed and almost dropped down again but she knew this was her last chance. Her heart was beating fast, it almost felt as if it would stop as she urged her brain to tell all of her body to go for a last onslaught. And finally she managed to rise on wobbly feet, grabbing Chelsea and shoving her head between her thighs, she lifted her at her belly and then proceeded to get her up into a powerslam position. It was'nt easy as the body of the liverpudlian was totally limp.

The Austrian had trouble keeping the almost unconcious Chelsea up on her shoulders and gritted her teeth. "Kch...ngh...", she groaned and got into position. "Sorry Chelsea...BUT THIS IS HOW IT ENDS!", she screamed when she heard something from behind her. As Chelsea she immediatly could hear it. She heard the name of the brit called by a man, not some man, but George Fortunato. Finellas muscles burned and she was ready to slam Chelsea down when she heard the word "Boobs" being screamed, as the crowd was silent it reached the two girls clear and loud. And even if Finellas head was close to shutdown she knew what was up next. "Fuck...", she whispered as she felt the thighs of Chelsea pressing against her neck, the body of the brit getting tense. This was her last chance...and now George had proven again to be the one thing in Chelseas life that would always be there when she needed it...

Finella could not compete with that. As much as she loved Chris, the love George had for Chelsea too strong to compete. Finella closed her eyes, went limp and prepared for what was coming a her world turned around and she landed brutally at the canvas.
"IYAAAAAGGGGH!", she screamed at the top of her lungs as she landed in a big nest of tacks, howling and screaming like the wolf she was. A wolf that was beaten, had lost the fight, a wolf that waited to be shot for mercy.