Razing the Ring: Finella Edelstein v Mikoto Usagaki [D]

[GolemGuardian]

Clair didn't ever give much of a care for who helped her or what their intentions were. All she needed to know is they were joining her in a beat down of some bitch that deserved it. But this here, with Chelsea, was so much better than it could ever have been. She had only needed tell the Scouser one thing, and otherwise they had been able to work like they had fought together for years. And Finella's broken body was proof of their compatibility.

With the bitch falling flat on the ground, the two looked down at their prey in glee. The two got the move set up, positioning themselves close enough to the announcers' table. Said announcers were currently scrambling to get out of the way, and they'd just barely make it before the two sent the mutt through the air and then through the table with a 'CRASH!' The crowd gave a loud pop, cheering on Chelsea, and even Clair to a certain degree. Not as much, obviously, but it seemed that she had garnered some attention for her.

And now, satisfied with herself, the Brit offered her hand out for a grateful handshake. The Canadian smiled to her fellow blond, not only taking her hand but after wiping her lips on her sleeve she'd pull Chelsea towards her for a surprise kiss to her lips. Her impromptu partner'd be safe from her deadly lipstick, and all she'd be is a little surprised. Clair had joined LAW to taste all the cute girls that were in the league, and given their actions today she decided Chelsea would be spared of her sample menu that was the rest of the lightweight division. But she still wanted a taste of this fiery woman, so the sadist gave her a sweet kiss.

"Thanks for the offer," she'd say as she licked her lips. "I'm sure our paths will cross again, and I'll be sure to take you up on that." Those were the last words she'd give before turning her attention to the flattened bitch. Chelsea's business was done and she'd leave, exuding a prideful aura as she gained some hefty momentum for their PPV matchup. But Clair wasn't quite done. She still had one quick bit of business to take care of.

The smile dropped from her face, looming over the Hellraiser with her bra in hand. With the mutt put to sleep, the sadist took one of her honey coated fingers to her lips and gave it a quick lick. "Hm, not terrible. But just as tasteless as the bitch it came from." She wiped the remaining digits off on the bra, as well as the amalgamized phlegm Finella spat onto her, and balled it up. "Though maybe you've learned not to fuck with someone out of your league?"

Clair leaned down and picked Finella up, pulling her along and leaning her against the fan barricade.. Not like the bitch could stand on her own hind legs right now, after all. First, to make sure she was awake to some degree, the sadist once more dug her nails into the bitch's tits, squeezing for all they were worth and turning them side to side. She wanted to hear her muffled screams when she awoke from this daze, before she silenced her. "Next time you feel like biting at my heels, don't. Au dieu, chien enragé."

The Canadian quickly pushed the ball of cloth into the Hellraiser's mouth, keeping her from any more useless barking or frothing, then spun her left leg into the air, slamming her heel into the mutt's temple. This was her true kiss that would lead to the downfall of any who were met with it, a kiss that fell the sun's beloved Romeo. That was the essence of her finisher, Kill Juliet. And now Finella would be met with a killer blow.

And with it complete, paying the bitch back for spitting on her like she was as shameless as Mikoto, Clair finally backed away, just in time for the medical team to finally come in. One half would attend to Finella, while the other checked on Mikoto, before taking the two away.

Before she left, the sadist grabbed the mic that had been used as a club, looking at the entrance with a sadistic grin. "By the way, lightweights, hope you like that little show. I'll be sure to slowly make my way through the buffet that you are soon enough~" She made this ominous warning out of the blue, yeah, but when the iron is hot you just gotta strike after all.

With a toss of the mic over her shoulder, she finally went to follow the medics to wherever Mikoto would end up.

[RedShinigami]

At the end of the day, the biggest and baddest tough babe was still human.
And Finella Edelstein learned a lesson...
Oh not that she should better be more thinking next time, no, she learned that she had to be more careful by beating up bitches into a pulp...
Especially when their deranged girlfriends and her nemesis were walking around the arena.
This was a humiliating experience, through and through and still there was much to gather from it...

Chelsea would pay...after all she did, she would pay at the PPV, Finella would make sure of that.
And Clair, oh Clair should feel save now, maybe forgetting her even...all the better, Finella had her own plans for her since she and Chelsea had started to beat up her relentlessly.
You just don't mess with a person called Hellraiser, the Canadian slut would get this message delivered by Finella in blood and steel...

But this had to wait as the bloody pulp that was Finella Edelstein was grabbed by the Canadian and pulled up against the railing.
The crowd started booing now, seeing the crash through the table as enough punishment and everything exceeding it as unnecessary punishment, but Clair would hardly care...
This was more then beating up Finella...she wanted to send a sign through the Lightweight Division...and used the body of the Hellraiser through it.
She...used her.
Finella was only half awake, could'nt stand on her own legs but this thought burned itself into her brain.
//You're a tool for her...a tool...a tool...//

"GnaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", Finellas screams were muffled first before it ended in an agonizing and schrill scream, echoing through the Arena as her breasts were mauled and pulled, sending shockwaves of agonizing pain through her body.
She was awake again...looking at Clair.
Her mouth drooling, her eyes crying...she was a miserable sight...and for that...making her look like that before thousands of fans and millions of viewers, would she punish Chelsea.
She would punish her for all she did to her, she would punish her for all the Clair did, hell she would punish her for the war in the middle east, FInella just was ready to unleash her fury at Chelsea at 100 %

But the proud and tough Hellraiser was nothing more then a destroyed mess at the mercy of her opponent.
An opponent that she would meet again, under other circumstances, Finella already had a plan.
Clair would not get away easily with that.
And even if her mouth could'nt form words she looked into Clairs eyes and grinned, her teeth red from the blood, before the Kill Juliet hit and sent her down, now truly unconcious.
Finellas body hit the floor uncerimoniously while Clair made her speech...
The Hellraiser was'nt awake but she knew something...

This canadian woman would get a visit...from Hell.

Winner:
Finella Edelstein by Pinfall