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

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Standard Match: The wrestlers will fight in their lingerie. This match will have no disqualifications. Victory to be awarded via pinfall, submission, or knockout. At the end of this match, the presiding judges will decide if it is a worthy Apex Qualifier Match

[RedShinigami]

Some lighthearted music started to play in the arena as all lights turned into a colourful spectacle centered around the Titantron.
It was a Beatles Song so some of the crowd thought that Chelsea had maybe changed her entrance theme a little but instead of Chelsea there appeared a symbol of a hat with bunnyears on the big screens over the Gorilla Position as instead of the British Bunny a young man walked out, who were dressed to impress, wearing a colourful, fancy outfit, complete with a crown on his head and a cane that had a golden bowl with bunnyears on top of it.

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The crowd did'nt really know what to think of him as his name was called out.
"Coming in first, from London, England, he is the "Cockney Flame", Geeeeeorge Fortuuuunaaaaatoooooo!"
The young man walked down to the rythm of his theme, danced a few steps, swung his cane and greeted the people all around him with a friendly wave.
The crowd was still unsure what was presented to them here as the notorious Pub Owner turned Manager walked up the steel steps and jumped over the topropes to gracefully land in the ring, looking around and soaking in the atmosphere of this megaevent, stretching out his arms, taking his crown and bow as deep as he could.
He then took a microphone as his theme was slowly fading and gave the world a big smile.

"LAAADIIIIIIIEEES AND GENTLEMAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
The crowd had his attention now as the arena went dark and the spotlight fell on George.
"What a fabulous evening, is'nt it? What great matches we had already! Huh?"
The crowd approved, cheering and chanting some of the wrestlers names.
"BUT! They all will fade in your memory like the sex you had with an ugly person you wake up to after a bender, when you've witnessed the upcoming battle!"

"My Name is George Fortunato and I am the proud new manager of your beloved Chelsea Forster!"
Some boos were heard, Chelseas reputation for cheating and rough behaviour still was fresh in the peoples minds.
"I know, I know, that bunny girl that lost her last PPV?
What the hell is she trying to prove now?
I can assure you, ladies and gentlemen, that this Chelsea Forster isn't the same as she was two years ago!
Just as our great country has often teetered on the brink of collapse in its darkest hours, only to soar toward the light again, so Miss Forster has recovered from her failures and is here to prove it once and for all..."
George took his cane and stomped it onto the canvas as UK Flags were rolling down from the ceiling left and right.
"...that good old England is still not beaten!"

When George heard the first boos, he reacted quickly and removed his crown, tapped it with his cane and suddenly a fountain of confetti shot into the air, taking the shape of a rabbit before raining down around the manager.
The audience cheered and applauded while George bowed.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you very much. That's just one of our tricks..." he said, reaching deep into his crown until it was up to his shoulder.

"Where did I get it..."
The audience laughed and clapped.
"Ah, there you are...ouch! Stop biting!"
George pulled his arm out of the crown and pulled out a wolf plush.
"Fräulein Edelstein, what are you doing in my hat?" he asked, and the crowd burst out laughing.
"Excuse me? What? You're hiding from Chelsea? Oh my goodness and now I've uncovered your hiding place! Wait, wait, we're hiding you somewhere else...wait a minute..."

George turned away from the audience and when he turned back the wolf's head was sticking out of his pants.
"So Fräulein Edelstein, I'm not sure if that's the best spot...huh? That's your favorite spot? Oh, well, I can't blame you..." he said with a grin and the crowd started cheering.
"No, no, your head is sticking out, wait!" he said and turned around again, this time the wolf's head was peeking out from behind.
"Fräulein Edelsteeeeiin? Fräulein Edelsteeeeiin? Where have you gone? You don't have to be afraid!", he said and tapped his foot on the floor of the ring.
"I have the slight suspicion that our Austrian friend has stage fright.", George said and scratched his head.
"Come on Fräulein Edelstein, I'll protect you too!"
He turned around a few times, the wolf puppet bouncing in his pants, and the crowd laughed as George nodded.
"Aaaah...there you are!" he called, spinning around quickly, tripping and rolling forward only to get to jump to his feet again.

"Well? I thought there you were..." George asked as the crowd erupted in cheers and laughter.
"Ah!"
He reached back and pulled out the wolf.
"Austrians, always try to kiss your butt, huh?" he said, looking at the wolf plushie.
"Oh you're trembling Fräulein Edelstein, oh don't worry, I'll hide you in a place you'd never expect to find someone like you..." said George encouragingly and pulled something else out of the hat, a small box with the word "Bathroom" written on it, and stuffed the wolf inside.
"Phew, well suit yourself..." he said, waving in front of his nose, the crowd now laughing and cheering loudly as he threw the plush figure away.
"All right, we know the challenger!

And you probably think you know Chelsea Forster too...but rest assured ladies and gentlemen, this is a new Chelsea Forster, a new team, a new start, we, the Mad Tea Party, are happy to present..."
He raised his cane and pointed toward the entrance.
"From LIVERPOOOOL! She was a British Bunny, now she's so much more. Say hello to the unique, the wonderful, the beautiful, the strong, Miss Chelseaaaaa Forsteeeeeeer!"

[CaptainL]

Chelsea had promised that when she arrived to We Are LAW, it would be with a presentation no one could forget. She knew that her hated rival had sought not only to defeat her, but to belittle her and humble her at every turn, making a mockery of every effort she could possibly make in her defense. Finella wanted everything Chelsea did - her very existence - to be nothing more than a footnote to her own glories, and just the thought of it was enough to make the Englishwoman's teeth clench in frustration, remembering all the times she'd been humiliated at her hands.

But if Chelsea had anything to say about it, tonight would be different. Tonight, she would ensure that no one could say Finella had upstaged her. When she peered out from the Gorilla position to see her new manager introduce her, she could see he was already doing a good job of that, grabbing the crowd's attention and having a good laugh at Finella's expense in the process. Even Chelsea, begrudgingly as it was, had to stifle a chuckle at his routine.

But as amusing as it was...it was only an appetizer for the entrance that Chelsea, and her newfound allies at the Mad Tea Party, really had planned. And that was the entrance she was truly waiting for. Now that George finished his speech...it was time.

Right on cue, the lights went dim over the arena, and a hard-hitting sting of an electric guitar sounded through the air. Then, as a spray of sparks and flames burst forth from the pyrotechnics setup on either side of the stage, the lights went up again, as a truck burst out from the curtains with the roar of the engine! The hood was painted with a Union Jack in scraped colors, and the frame was festooned with spikes and chains, giving it the appearance of a post-apocalyptic battle wagon; two particularly high pikes on the back corners of the bed had snarling wolf's heads - rubber, but still convincing from a distance - impaled on them. Seated behind the wheel was Karl Schneider - veteran wrestler turned writer, and a close associate of the Forster sisters. And completing the look was Chelsea herself, who stood in the bed of the truck, looking out on the crowd.

In a look patterned after the famous Road Warriors, Chelsea had donned a set of spiked shoulderpads over a leather jacket, with black pants ripped at the knees and thick black boots. Her face was painted with a black tribal design over her right eye, and she looked out with her teeth tightened in a grimace. Completing the Mad Max homage of her entrance, she was carrying a spiked guitar, also patterned in the British flag, which she strummed furiously on her way down to the ring - and, as she held it high, it spewed out a gout of flame!

Already, Chelsea's entrance had energized the fans, some of whom - even those who had booed her earlier - had no choice but to cheer her explosive display. With the truck coming to ringside, Chelsea climbed onto the roof, spreading her arms wide, before taking a running leap and jumping down into the ring, where she thrust her fist proudly into the air.

"TERKYO!!" she roared. "Ternight, yous witness a massacre!"

[RedShinigami]

Death Bell:

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After the loud and crashing performance of the Brits and their Austrian mate, it was the turn of the two ladies from Moonrock to perform as the arena began to darken.
Bells began to ring, death knells rang as a black carriage pulled in by two black stallions in elaborate regalia.
On the roof rested a coffin and in the front on the carriage sat Grim Reaper, dressed in a robe that covered his body and face, only his scythe was visible as the carriage was slowly pulled in to the sounds of a death march...
The picture that presented itself was creepy and had the desired effect. The spectators were quiet while the death march continued, the carriage rolled on, the stallions pulled, the Grim Reaper sat motionless on the carriage...
But then, when the carriage reached the beginning of the ramp, the bells and the death march ended and suddenly there was movement in the figure on the carriage...

The Hearse:

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The Reaper barely moved for several seconds, guiding the carriage in silence for several seconds and thickening the atmosphere. The tension was palpable among the unknowing audience. They would soon know though, as the scythe was swung down, laying across the figure’s body with scythe blade resting upon their lap. And it was here where the first chords would first begin, revealing the weapon to be a guitar styled in the shape of the reaper’s most notable tool. And soon, the figure tossed their cloak away, revealing the one and only Chris Yukine.

While the crowd was no doubt excited, as the rocker did in all her performances, some had expected it to be the PPV fighter herself. If the embodiment of death itself was not a costume for the woman, then where could she be? That was an answer that would soon be revealed.

As the first chords were struck by Chris Yukine, the coffin began to move from a lying to a standing position, the melody of the song was now very clear and when the coffin came to a halt, standing on the carriage roof, there was no doubt more as the crowd began to cheer.

The Coffin:

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The coffin opened, wisps of green mist came out of it and finally the Hellraiser stepped out, holding a microphone to her lips...now it was official, both rivals were also good musicians as Finella grinned and fist with the rabbit skull in the air held.
"HELLOOO LAAAAAW!", the Hellraiser shouted into the mic and pointed at the ring.
"I AM THE HELLRAISER AND THIS IS OUR BAND MOONROCK! AND...WE...PLAY...ROCK'n'ROOOOOOOOLL!
GENTLEMAN, LET'S RAISE SOME HEEEELL!"

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Starts to sing this song:

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I'm living on an endless road
Around the world for rock 'n' roll
Sometimes, it feels so tough
But I still ain't had enough
I keep saying that it's getting too much
But I know I'm a liar
Feeling alright in the noise and the light
But that's what lights my fire
Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I'll make it come true
Hellraiser, I'll put a spell on you
Walking out on another stage
Another town, another place
Sometimes, I don't feel right
Nerves wound up too damn tight
People keep telling me it's bad for my health
But kicking back don't make it
Out of control, I play the ultimate role
But that's what lights my fire
Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I'll make it come true
Hellraiser, I'll put a spell on you
I'm living on an endless road
Around the world for rock 'n' roll
Sometimes, it feels so tough
But I still ain't had enough
Feeling alright in the noise and the light
But that's what lights my fire
Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I'll make it come true
Hellraiser, I'll put a spell on you

Chris matched Finella’s energy, playing the girl’s theme with gusto. This was THE stage to put her all in, after all. We Are LAW, the division’s most loved and popular event (from what little she had learned of LAW’s history). When Finella had asked her to be here, to play her on and support her in her biggest match ever, Chris was elated. Heck she still was having a hard time believing she was here at all. That excitement, that passion to perform here, resounded on her performance.

Tonight. The rock star wasn’t the star tonight. Finella was. This was her night. And Chris would support her all throughout. Matching her energy, exciting the crowd as they performed live and put their all into it. And it was only a precursor to the match that was soon to follow. Once the carriage reached the ring, she started playing the last few riffs before sliding into the ring, as the song reached its end.

"I put a spell on youuuu!"
With that last set, the carriage came to a halt and Finella Edelstein entered the ring, pointing her middle finger at Chelsea.
But what surprised everyone here was... where was the lingerie?
Finella had specifically insisted and now it looked like she was about to tuck in her tail.
Loud boos began to stir and insults flew through the air before the Hellraiser raised his arm and grinned.
"You didn't think I forgot you guys...or our bet..." she grinned and suddenly began to undress in the ring.
George's eyes widened as Finella shamelessly dropped the cases one by one and handed them to Chris, which she tucked away.
Now Finella was naked and the audience was thrilled.
"Naaaa? WHO DO YOU LOVE MORE, HUUUUH?", she grinned and shook her bare breasts in front of the crowd that started to chant her name.
"But of course I brought you something, my insatiable little screamers...", she grinned when Chris hands her a head microphone which she attached and also opened a suitcase which Finella placed next to her.
"Maestro, would you please?", she asked and immediately soft tones began, Lullaby from The Cure was intoned as the Hellraiser grabbed a stocking which she pulled on her foot with graceful movements while she began to sing...

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On candy stripe legs the Spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly
A movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do
When I realize with fright
That the Spiderman is having me for dinner tonight

A second stocking followed, Finella's soft voice singing the lyrics of the engaging song with the gentleness of an angel, in contrast to the devilish performance of earlier.
She was a talent and she pulled out all the stops to let Chelsea and her admittedly great performance fade...
Then came the gloves...


Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more

For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The Spiderman is having you for dinner tonight


Oh yes, she was ready, as ready as she never had been before, when she slid her hands over her wonderful body, approached Chelsea and cupped her face in her hands as she continued to sing, bobbing her head like she was about to kiss her rival, only to deny the waiting crowd when she pushed away from lip contact and pulled her panties on...

And I feel like I'm being eaten
By a thousand million shivering furry holes
And I know that in the morning I will wake up
In the shivering cold
And the Spiderman is always hungry



Her bra followed, draping gracefully around her large breasts and lifting them, jiggling them slightly and finally shaping them.
A few little buckles around her arms followed, and the Hellraiser was ready to finally face Chelsea Forster, a match that so many people had been anticipating for so long...
Finella turned and kissed her friend's forehead.
"Wish me luck!" she smirked and turned, meeting Chelsea in the center of the ring and pressing her forehead against the Englishwoman's, their eyes meeting as they had dozens of times before, but this time it was different. This was her first official singles match and everything depended on it.
This was PPV, this was Main Card, the whole damn world was watching and Finella couldn't be prouder.
"So here we are Chels. You, me and a whole arena to let off steam. I hope you're ready, I'm just waiting to pull the meat off your bones you dirty little street whore..." Fin grinned and pushed her forehead and breasts against Chelsea's body to push her back...
"And again I have totally annihilated everything you have tried to prove...why do you even try, huh?"

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And now was the part Chris agreed to, but did not support. Setting the cases down, she averted her blushing gaze as Fin started stripping in the middle of the ring. Even after two weeks of living with the Hellraiser, and Chris still wasn’t used to her lewdness. Heck, when the idea had first been pitched she’d been called a prude. But again, this was the Hellraiser’s spotlight. Chris wouldn’t try to talk her out of it, but she was definitely not comfortable.

Once the wolf was in her birthday suit, Chris handed her the headset and opened the cases for her, turning to the crowd once the signal was given and starting a second song. This she could do. She could play her heart out while her partner sensually added her thin layers, putting on her own show. Though the rocker wouldn’t dare look, closing her eyes as she played song on her scythe guitar. She had practiced until her fingers bled, figuratively of course, to get it second nature. To know what note to play and when to reign it in, all so she wouldn’t have to watch the reversed strip tease.

And when it all finally came to an end, with Finella dressed and ready for the brutal battle that contrasted the sexy underwear. Chris finally turned back around, into her partner kissing her forehead. „I would, but you won’t need it. Sink your teeth into Ms. Bitch-and-Chips there, ya badass wolf.,“ the rocker said with a light punch to the arm.

She had ever confidence this would be a show stopping fight, one people would speak of for months, if not years. She had seen the state Fin was left in after these two rival’s last scuffle two weeks ago, and seen how tough she could be, and also how weak she could be. Rolling out of the ring and into the corner behind the wolf, Chris flipped her instrument over her shoulder and onto her back, already clapping to hype the already energized crowd up. She was here to support Fin, and that was just what she was here to do.

[CaptainL]

If there was one thing Chelsea knew about her rival, it was that she wasn't one to be one-upped. While the English blonde had vowed to pull out all the stops for her little show, coordinating things with Karl and George to make sure that it would be her biggest and best entrance to date, the whole time she knew in the back of her head that Finella would no doubt have big plans of her own. She wouldn't allow her greatest enemy in the League to look better than her at anything, whether that was in the ring or in the displays of pageantry and showmanship that led up to the bout itself - not any more than Chelsea herself could allow her. Chelsea knew she was going to have to go big to make sure her entrance would beat out Finella's. But the fear always remained that somehow, as she always seemed wont to do, Finella would get one over her anyway.

And now that the Wolf had made her arrival on the scene, Chelsea had to ask herself if she'd done just that.

The display of the horse-drawn hearse rolling into the ring shrouded in mist was itself enough to get chants of "Holy shit! Holy shit!" echoing through the ring. With every second that passed, Chelsea's eyes grew wider, taking in the full and frightful scene before her. The message was clear - not only was this Finella's attempt to upstage the Englishwoman at her own game, it was also a threat. She was out to send Chelsea to her grave; that much had been clear, ever since she'd presented the coffin in the promo she cut challenging Chelsea to the match. Yet now, seeing the coffin in person, was enough to make the Scouser's eyes narrow into a glare, and her teeth to tighten in a snarl. Somehow, the threat seemed even more palpable when it was staring Chelsea in the face - particularly when her opponent-to-be took the role of the Grim Reaper in front of it all, heralding her doom.

Or so she thought - because the scythe-wielding figure whipped off her cloak to reveal a face unfamiliar to Chelsea beneath it. Finella, too, had brought backup. All that was left was for the Hellraiser herself to arrive - which she soon did, as the lid of the coffin burst open to herald her arrival!

Finella's toned figure, clad in a new and striking attire, was a sight enough to turn heads. But as she and Chris began to sing, the doubts were starting to grow in Chelsea's mind, her face growing pale as a pit deepened in her stomach. Chelsea had dusted off her musical skills, long left on the shelf, for this event, hoping that the display would help go the extra mile in making her entrance memorable. But Finella had gone a step beyond even that, turning her entrance into an impromptu concert - and the fans were already starting to cheer and sing along! It was just as Chelsea had feared. She'd tried her hardest to make sure she'd come out on top in their duel of entrances, and it still wasn't enough.

And if that wasn't bad enough, her jaw dropped in disbelief when Finella stripped naked before her eyes! At last, she could hold in her reactions no longer, bellowing out a cry of "WHAT..!?" Her teeth clenched, and the blush rose in her cheeks - her face going red not just with embarrassment at Finella's brazen display, but in how infuriated she was with how low she could go. Had she no shame? No dignity!? There was no depths, it seemed, she wasn't willing to debase herself to in the name of showing up Chelsea, and what was worse, the fans were eating it up! No less her own entourage!

"'ey! Knock it off!" Chelsea snapped at George, spinning around on her heel to land a slap across her manager's cheek, before she turned back around to glower at Finella in fury. Not a moment too soon, as a matter of fact, as Finella grabbed Chelsea by the head, pulling her closer up against her naked body and guiding her breasts up against her own - one more ever-annoying taunt of how Chelsea's curves paled to the brunette's. She blushed harder, yet her teeth clenched with a snarl - particularly as Finella leaned in as though to kiss her. Chelsea met that with a shove to her shoulders to try and push her away, but Finella pulled aside at the same time - and with a huff, the blonde plodded back over to meet up with George.

Finella's saucy display was a reminder to Chelsea of the point she had been dreading most. No matter how much she tried to build herself up in her entrance, no matter how much she vowed to go to every length imaginable in order to tear Finella down a few pegs...the Hellraiser had still gotten the last laugh when it came to determining the attire for the match. And, as she'd specified in the pre-PPV press conference, the two of them were going to compete in lingerie. It seemed absolutely absurd to Chelsea; how was she going to be a proud and vengeful warrior if she was doing it all in lacy underwear? But there was no use in stalling it any more now. With a sigh, she took a towel from George, using it to wipe the paint off her face. Then, she stepped out of her boots and lifted off her jacket and shoulder pads, revealing a delicate red bra underneath that contrasted with the rough, grungy style of the rest of her outfit. When she slipped out of her pants to unveil a matching set of panties, stockings, and garters, she was practically unrecognizable as the same woman who rode on the back of a truck guitar blazing a moment ago. And that, of course, was just what Finella wanted.

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She looked up with a glare at Finella, her cheeks still tinged red, just as the Hellraiser was fastening her bra. Chelsea had worn her outfit underneath her entrance gear, but that was nowhere near as daring as Finella's decision to change in the ring - and she clenched her fist with the tension rising in her body as she realized that, once again, Finella had found a way to outdo her, even before the match had begun. She still heard a few cheers and wolf-whistles from the crowd, but it was little solace for Chelsea, who turned her head to flash a middle finger to the stands. "Sod off, yous bunch'o miserable wankers!" she snapped - before she turned back to Finella, who once again had come to meet her in the center of the ring, locking her eyes on Chelsea's own. Sucking in a breath, the Scouser crossed her arms, staring back at her rival with a cold and unfeeling stare.

Finella's words cut deep into her heart. Her eyelid twitched. In a few short sentences, Finella had voiced the very worries that had been weighing on Chelsea's shoulders a moment ago. She began to tremble and shake, ever so slightly - but then, she crossed her arms tighter, and she straightened her back with a huff. No, she told herself, she wouldn't let Finella get to her now. This was her chance at last to make things right, after so long a time of waiting. By the end of this night, someone would put an end to all this once and for all, and she would fight like hell to make sure that was her.

"ENOUGH!" Chelsea roared suddenly, breaking the silence. Finella had pressed her body up against hers, but now Chelsea was ready to match her, shoving her own forehead and chest into the Wolf's own. She was through standing back and letting her walk all over her. It was time she made a stand.

"Talk big all ye want, ye dog-eared two-bit prozzy! At de end o' de dee...no matti 'ow much o' a straightener ye talk yoself up wi', all dat mattis is wa' ye can settle wi' yer own two fists, like! We're finally go'n ter fige out which one o' us can come out ed terp inna proper fight - and nah matti 'ow loud yer tunes is, er 'ow big yer tits ay, it won't mean a 'orse's arse if ye can't match up ter me! Ye 'ear dat? It ends NOW!'

Chelsea wouldn't even wait for the bell, or for the two of them to break position. The second she was done speaking, she threw herself closer to Finella, looking to slam her head into her opponent's own as hard as she could!

[RedShinigami]

Finella and Chris, or Moonrock, how they called themselves now, not being an official Tag Team but ready to debut after the PPV gave a show that no one would ever forget.
Both women had done nothing less then to get to the peak of their musical talent to put this "show" together.
It was the PPV, in fact, it was Finellas first one and she intended to make name for herself, beating up the thorn in her side, the one who took her sister from her, who had nothing but distain for her, was the cherry on top.

But when their private bout showed the Hellraiser anything, it was the fact that Chelsea was able to hurt her. And then she realized how often that woman really had the advantage over her, both ending at a doctor after every encounter they had.
Chelsea and Finella were two restless girls in a world that did'nt get them. And it could have been such a goos start, but rather then reaching out to each other, embracing the fact their sisters fell in love and try to get to know each other, both blocked, their pride and hate too big to be a family.
This fateful Tag Match had pulled the sisters in different directions away from each other...
And now they found love and care in other people, Chelsea with George and Karl and Finella with Chris Yukine, the energetic rockstar with whom she developed a deep bond of friendship.

Chris was the only person that could tame the Hellraiser, talking sense into her but let her enough space to be herself, like her grandfather did. Harmonia tried to be there for her too but it was someone like Chris that Finella needed and she showed off her new friend- and partnership by having her at ringside on her biggest day.

Karl Schneider, Ex-Wrestler, Reporter, Father, was driving the martial vehicle that brought Chelsea Forster back into the PPV and to new glory.
This was her biggest and most daring entrance yet and they all wanted to get sure that it would be memorable.
He and Chelsea had become good friends with Karl acting as some sort of mentoring figure like he did for some of the girls he was aquainted with.
The big man with the bigger heart had a soft spot for the young girls who threw their body on the line in the same profession that he had leave his mark and now being in Japan, working for LAW, being at a lowpoint in his life, Karl found a new meaning in his life with the job at LAW Magazine and with all the new friends he had made in his time here.
Louise of Team Stanza, Chelsea Forster and yes also Finella Edelstein, thaty why he was a little bit torn about this evening, had become some form of daughters or little sisters for him, based on the fact how much Karl enjoyed being a father and how sparely he could visit his daughter in the States. Desoite his reputation as Grim Reaper and his massive stature, Karl was a very emotional, caring and aoproachable man, always a joke on his lips, managing to lift the spirits of all people in the room even if he himself was breaking inside.
He also was very sharp and observant of his surroundings, knowing when someone was lying to him, it was a gift that was very useful for his career outside the squared circle.

And now he was here, back at ringside again and he felt the adrenaline rushing, cutting out any doubts and pains in his system. Here he was, wearing a costume, wearing facepaint, all came back to him now and made him realize how much he missed everything. The hype of the crowd, the bright lights of the arena, the sensation on his skin when the cold air of the arena hit it.

Taking this chance and be here at the action again was something he would be ever thankful for. Chelsea had made it possible and Karl would forever in her debt for it.
But now he saw what happend and sighed.. Yes there entrance was grand, big, spectacular and wild...but Finella and her friend had created a fucking gothic Rock Opera, with a carriage and stallions for gods sake!

Viktor Karnstein, the eccentric leader of the Austrian Eagles had spared no expense it seemed and Finella made the best out of it.
And when he thought it was finally over then Moonrock had him covered as Finella dressed naked, started to sing a song from the Cure and dresses into her daring attire in the middle of the ring to a massive pop of the crowd.
"Stay cool...", he whispered.
"Please Chelsea keep your composure... Oh dammit!"
Already Chelsea had fallen for the trap, slapping George who was standing there, wideeyed and drooling, showing a middlefinger to the crowd who whistled instead of taking a chance to upstage Finella, earning boos while the Hellraiser got cheered.
" Damn it Chelsea, this is'nt what you wanted...come on, you are better then that...", he whispered and looked up to the ring again were both scantly clad women finally met.


Finella chuckled and looked down Chelsea who admittadly looked very sexy in the daring undergarments she wore and what was important, she was standing up to Finella, not letting herself get shoved away or demeaned by the Hellraiser.
George gave her a pat on the back and whispered something in her ear before kissing her cheek and swiftly went through the ropes before Chelsea could get him..

"Ok... Miss Strawberry Fields, I must say I never have seen a fruitbased lingerie but you always learn.", she laughed while still wearing the headset, the crowd laughing but still very much entertained by the skimpy clad women.
"Yes, you are right. We settle this here and now. And this time we are both prepared... Both at the height of our strength... Come on, lets dance!", she grinned as Chelsea managed to get the first hit in this epic battle, making Finella tumble back a few feet, holding her face.

DING DING DING!

And now it was on. Everything they had done to themselves over the last months culminated in this sanctioned beating and both women were at their peak of body and mind.
No one knew what was in store today but everyobe imagined it would be nothing but spectacular...
And with no further ado, Finella let out a scream and charged at her opponent like a tank, smashing into her and now things went off with a savage beating, both women pressed against each other while their fists started to fly, already looking for early punishments on their bodies!

[CaptainL]

If Karl thought Chelsea wasn't going to lose her cool...he was sorely mistaken. Much as the Englishwoman had prepared everything for this moment, putting her every thought and effort into taking Finella down, there was no denying the fact that she was face to face with the woman she hated more than anything else in the world - and that even now, the Hellraiser was finding a way to dig her claws under her skin. There was no way to be ready for the wave of anger that washed over her now.

Chelsea's fist balled tighter at her side, and she narrowed her eyes toward Finella in a glare that shot straight through her. Everything she'd been though, every time Finella had upstaged her, mocked her, turned every attempt Chelsea made at reclaiming her dignity into another victory at the blonde's expense, came bubbling back to the surface the moment she heard her mocking voice. Not even George's attempts to calm her down, patting her on the back and kissing her cheek, seemed to register to Chelsea, not even with the irritation she normally met him with. No, tonight, there was only one thing on Chelsea's mind - and it was putting an end to Finella once and for all.

Her teeth clenched at the sound of Finella's taunts, even more so as she heard the crowd laugh in response. The lingerie thing was infuriating enough on its own, but Chelsea had tried to make the most of it, finding something she was sure she could look good in. And in a few words, Finella had swept her feet out from under her, turning it to a point of mockery! She didn't know why she'd expect anything differently; it was what Finella always did. Chelsea couldn't have anything. Everything she tried to hang onto - her pride, her dignity, her self-respect - just had to be turned into a joke. She growled under her breath, her eyelid twitching anxiously. Now, she watched Finella as the Hellraiser pressed her body up against hers, her chest and forehead meeting Chelsea's own. They leaned in close enough to feel each others' breath on their necks. Chelsea felt her heart quicken, knowing how close she was to finally being able to silence Finella and her stupid mouth. And the next thing anyone knew, the first blow was thrown.

Chelsea shoved herself close against Finella, swinging out with her head and shoulders to give her a forceful push. A crack rang out as her skull rammed into her rival's own, and Finella stumbled back, rubbing at her head. A grin spread over Chelsea's face as she basked in the satisfaction of a job well done. But it wasn't long before that grin fell back into a scowl. Chelsea couldn't leave it at that. She was only getting started, after all - and she had so much more she was waiting to do to Finella.

The bell rang as the Wolf came charging back toward Chelsea, letting out a roar. But the Englishwoman was quick to meet her, throwing herself up against Finella at the same time. Their shoulders rammed against one another as they pushed back at each other with their foreheads and chests, forcing each other back inch by inch as they fought for the dominant position, and all the while their fists were flying in all directions. Chelsea felt Finella's knuckles peppering her sides and her ribs, and though she hissed from the pain, she was determined to inflict every blow Finella landed back on her. She wouldn't dare let Finella walk away her superior; she couldn't even deign to let the two of them be equals.

"Ye still wanna talk terugh?!" Chelsea spat, getting her words out in between frantically-thrown punches. "We'll see 'ow terugh ye talk whun I pound yer sorry kite in!" With that, she suddenly swung up with her elbow, attempting to drive it into the bottom of Finella's jaw!

[RedShinigami]

Yes this was it, like two wild animals that were starved, they were finally let go off their leashes to tear into each other, intended on nothing less then total destruction and annihilation.
Fin and Chelsea worked themselves up to that point...their first encounter, the Wolf and the Bunny, The Bikini Top, their War at the Eagles Nest and the beating up by Chelsea and Claire...all of this culminated today and both women were intended to end this feud here and now, showing the other one once and for all who was the better wrestler.

And so it began, both women, dressed as if one of the more sensual matches of LAW was about to go down,were now about to tear into each other, in one of the most brutal types of wrestling matches there were.
Everyone asked themselves what FInella would have picked as matchtype but this was her secret that she would share with Chelsea alone...when the time was right.
Even if these girls were just lightweights, the force and energy that both mustered and laid into their first attack rather looked like two bulls or two male deers charging into each other, fighting with horns and antlers only here it was their fists.

Both enjoyed their bodies slamming into each other, the adrenaline, the joy of the fight, the fight for the dominance...red and black fought against each other for superiorty, their fists, knocking even harder then ever before after having rigorous training, slammed into their sides and front and whereever they could reach each other.
Finella grunted and gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the pain Chelsea inflicted and rather concentrate to dish out more then she was getting...
"Hah...Chelsea, please, you know that this is my world you know you have no cha-gaaaah!"
At this moment Chelseas elbow smacked into Finellas jaw, and an agonizing sting of pain, went through her skull, her head smacking to the side, making her tumble against the ropes, looking shocked as she grabbed her chin and rubbed the pain away.

//That was stronger then the last times...//, was all she could think off before screaming and jumping back into action, right into Chelseas arms, getting both women on the floor in a wild pile of strikes and snarls, there was no sportsmanship here, just brutality...
The Hellraiser grabbed Chelseas ponytail and thrust her head back...
"TAKE THIS!", she screamed and sent a fist into Chelseas unprotected throat...making the crowd screaming in pain.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!"

[CaptainL]

The moment the bell sounded, all else was left to Chelsea and Finella to figure out. There would be no more rules or interventions - the match was only to stop when one of them could fight no longer, when one of them reigned supreme, and when their ages-old feud had finally been laid to rest. It was the moment that Chelsea had been waiting all too long for - and she was going to do everything she could to make sure she had the last laugh at the end of it all.

Both women threw themselves against one another, mashing chests and shoulders into each other as they pushed and shoved in a bid for dominance. Chelsea refused to stand down and let Finella overtake her, and the Hellraiser herself had no intentions of letting her rival succeed. Every inch of their bodies clashed, becoming fierce weapons. But it was their fists that were the fiercest of all, and both of them were flailing in all directions, raining down punches from every angle and against every target. Chelsea took plenty of punches herself, causing her to groan and clench her teeth, but she followed each one with a blow of her own, hammering away at Finella's ribs, her chest, her stomach. And, at last, her jaw, as she swept up her elbow to land a decisive blow, one that sent her head cracking backward as she staggered back into the ropes!

Dusting off her hands, Chelsea stormed closer to where Finella had fallen, every step she took landing as an angry stomp. She jabbed a finger in the Wolf's direction as though it was the point of a dagger, spitting at her feet in contempt. "Ye really wanna say this is yer werld!? Bah! I'm not stuck in this 'ere match wi' ye - you're de sorry sap stuck in this wi' me!" she shouted. "And I'll remind ye o' dat!"

Chelsea took off in a charge toward her rival, prepared to land an even harder blow while she was pinned against the ropes. But just then the Englishwoman would find her own momentum turned against her - as Finella sprung off the ropes, tackling Chelsea in mid-stride! Gasping and cursing, the two of them fell to the ground in a heap. "Why, ye-!!" Chelsea roared, kicking her legs up to strike at Finella's sides as her hands grabbed and slapped at her back in a desperate bid to get a grip on her. She cried out in pain as Finella grabbed her by the hair, bending her head back - and she cried out again even louder as the Austrian punched her right in the throat, her head cracking back with a sputtering cough.

Chelsea's back arched up off the mat beneath her before she fell flat, her head spinning and her lungs burning. But she wasn't done yet. She wouldn't dare let Finella claim she had gotten one over on her! Chelsea looked back up at her opponent, her teeth clenching in a snarl and her eyes narrowing into a fiery glare. There, she reached out to grab hold of Finella's hair with both hands, yanking back to hold her head in place - this time, as she swung her own head forward to slam another headbutt up against her skull! If that worked, Chelsea would then go to roll Finella on her back, hoping to claim the top position so she could rain down more punches from above.

[RedShinigami]

Finella and Chelsea had promised nothing more then a massacre of epic proportions and so far, both delivered more then promised.
The crowd was hyped for those two women whose feud had made the rounds at law the last months and when both finally clashed, the fans were eager to see who would come out on top.
They only had fought a Tag Match and had encounters outside the ring...this was it, their first match, their official one on one match with no holds barred and it promised to be as exciting and brutal as Karl had envisioned it in his articles, covering the feud.

Chelsea and Finella smashed into each other like animals, punching, shoving, trying to get control, meanwhile their delicious curves bounced,jiggled and rubbed against on another, giving the crowd the spectacle of not just a tough as nails brawl, but women that do it in revealing, skimpy clothing and this was a point that sold even more tickets. Compared with the other matches that were on the line, Finella and Chelsea did'nt had to hide.
There bout was as expected and talked of like all the other big matches on the main card.
And both already had profited from it.
But this was to no interest at this point.

All the positive sideeffects, the crowd interest, the new teams and bonds they formed, all of this was irrelevant!
Even Finella who loved spectacles and working with the crowd did'nt care anymore.
All she cared of was Chelseas and her duel, body to body, woman to woman, if they would have met on a simple field and duke it out with everything to use at their disposal, they would have taken the chance too.
But still this was LAW and Chelsea and Finella had much too prove, Chelsea maybe even more and the Hellraiser intended to end all her aspirations, grinding her under her heel and make her yesterdays talk...

Their bodies smashed into each other, pressing into each other, fists flying, while grunts and snarls could be heard, if someone had expected a slow beginning to this fight, maybe some tactic or psychology, he would get dissapointed as this here was pure chaos,something both Chelsea and Finella stood for with their names.
When the Hellraiser get smacked with a brutal elbow, she tumbled to the ropes and held her jaw, whincing, hearing Chelseas words.
"Oh fuck yourself you british cunt. There is nothing in the world you can do better then me, nothing you hear? Do you think I was joking about going to Hell?! YOU'RE ARE ALREADY HERE!", the Hellraiser screamed as both women collided in midair, landing on the floor, struggling for dominance.

After a brutal smash against Chelseas throat, Finella was sure to get the advantage as she was on top of her, grinning as she grabbed for Chelseas throat to add more damage to it before getting her hair grabbed and seeing Chelseas thick skull hitting hers.
"GUNH!"
The Hellraiser saw stars and her head cracked back, almost like in slow motion her body spun back and landed on the canvas, legs and arms stretched out as a trickle of blood made its way from Finellas forehead...
For now she was open prey and the crowd cheered!