The Wolf and the Bunny Pub presents: St. Patricks Day Jellowrestling!

[RedShinigami]

George had gotten stronger since he trained under the Superstars and his girlfriends lections but it still took a lot out of the lanky european to keep his ferocious lover in check. Chelsea wqas mad and when she was mad it was better to get out of her way. George held on to his skimply clad girlfriend and had to admit that her behind, rubbing against his member, which had already been rockhard after their little show, was'nt the worst of feelings, still there was a match to be held. And it would not end in blood and broken noses but in a way that both women were'nt familiar. Finella of course had, had her share of Hentai, Oil and Mud Matches but in each one she was allowed to slam and punch. Here? Things had to go soft and after both rivals had gotten into the mindset of a year before again there was no way things would end peacefully.

"That's right swee'hea. You two will wrestle under these rules, any violation of the rules or your bodies for that matta' will see you disqualified. You can smother, you can grapple. You even can bounce! I advise you to get into this match not brawler but a wrestler, Chelsea.", George had said as he finally managed to get her into her corner.

He knelt before her and gave her his most charming smile before he went forward to kiss her lips, getting a huge crowd reaction and whistles. "Come on, show our dear waitress who is the lady of the house.",he whispered and went out of the ring to ring the bell.

DING, DING, DING!

Finella sighed and gave Chelsea a glare as both women started to circle each other, the steps of their naked feet making slippery sounds, both never broke eye contact, their arms open.
"Enjoy it will it lasts Chels. We are Law won't happen again. I get you down under these things three times...", she grinned and shook her generous rack just like an insult which of course made for loud cheers.

Then, with two battle cries the two lightweights locked up, muscles bulged as they tried to overpower one another while not slipping in the treacherous ring!

[CaptainL]

Chelsea and Finella might have made their amends, but the two of them still had fiery spirits, and both of them were rabble-rousers at heart, always looking for the next opportunity to throw some fists, crack some skulls, and vent their frustrations on the faces of anyone who got in their way. When the competition that had long existed between them was rekindled, both of them were ready for another knock-down, drag-out brawl. Chelsea would've had no qualms about beating Finella's stupid face in, no matter how much they had opened up to each other. But little did she know, that wasn't what was on the schedule for today. For as long as she had been in upper management at the Wolf and the Bunny, this was Chelsea's first time participating in one of their little bouts. But traditionally, they were the domain of drunk co-eds and responders to classified ads, not professional athletes trained in full-contact combat sports. Furthermore, the brutality Chelsea and Finella had unleashed on one another in the past had landed both of them in the hospital, and no one was interested in that happening again. The rules were in place not just for the safety of the typical talents, but for Chelsea and Finella themselves. The Englishwoman knew how it was...

But it didn't mean she had to like it.

As George guided Chelsea back to her corner, the blonde at last let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping as she grumbled under her breath. This was going to be a change of pace for her for sure, and she didn't know how she was going to handle it. She'd been a brawler all her life, longer than she had even been a wrestler. It had been her first instincts to throw fists whenever she got into fights, and they were hard instincts to break. Now, she was going to have to think outside the box, doing something she wasn't used to...and when Finella was involved, Chelsea had no desires of ever having a disadvantage. But if there was any solace, it was that the Hellraiser was just as much of a brawler as she was.

And for that matter...with a few words, George managed to turn her mood around. When he pulled her into a kiss, that caused her to let out a soft sigh, and she looked back up at him with an almost uncharacteristically gentle smile from the warmth and care he showed her. And better yet, as he soon pointed out, Chelsea was, technically, Finella's boss. After so long a time of trying to prove herself to the Wolf, now she could claim a seat of authority above her. That brought a chuckle to her - and, when she looked back at Finella, a smirk took hold of her face. It was time she reminded Finella of that fact once and for all. "Ye better believe I'll show 'er plenty..."

With the ring of the bell, Chelsea strafed toward Finella through the jello. Her knees were bent in a stance, and her arms were held out at her sides, her fingers coiled and ready to grab for whatever she needed to when they came into range. When Finella once again bragged about her chest, even shaking it for all to see, Chelsea's jaw dropped in a gasp at how little shame her opponent had. She grit her teeth, once again reminded of how annoyed she was by her constant taunts, and how desperately she wanted to shut her up about it. For a moment, her hand twitched; she was tempted to catch Finella with a slap before she reminded herself that that would disqualify her. No, not now. She couldn't afford to deny herself the chance to settle their score before it had even been offered to her.

Chelsea's eyes met Finella's as though they were drawn by a magnet when the two closed in on each other. Her hackles rose, and her teeth grit. She grabbed for Finella's wrists and pulled herself in closer as she went for a lockup. In the process, their breasts ground up against each other, giving Chelsea one last reminder of how much bigger and uncovered Finella's were compared to her own. But the Englishwoman wasn't about to let that slow her down. With a growl, she shoved hard against Finella with her hands, shoulders, and chest alike, trying to overtake her in their test of strength!

[RedShinigami]

As hands clasped , bodies pressing against each other and the cheers of the patrons followed, the game was on and both Finella and Chelsea felt the rush of their rivalry coming back up. It was like it was. They were maybe something like friends by now but it seemed that their rivalry was a part of them that would never leave and so both Brawlers, two women of LAW,no less, presented something not usually seen in the infamous Pub of George and Chelsea.

This time it weren't college girls or strippers squaring of against each other but two pro wrestlers. Two wrestlers who had a past of fights against each other. Of course both being part of the Pub was also a major factor for their popularity, but all in all it painted a picture of excitement for the hungry crowd as both women teared into one another.

Fin grunted as both their heads rested on each other's shoulders, there arms outstretched next to them, their breasts squeezed flat against the other as both trembled, trying to get a footing in the jello which already started to make things slippery their bare feet having no traction to hold on to, giving none of the two women any advantage over the other as they moaned and shoved, their faces getting red with the effort, the sure will to get their rival under their heel.

Worst thing was that usual wrestling tactics weren't allowed. No punching, no slamming, everything had to been done nice and clean and finella was sure that Chelsea hated it like she did.

"That's a fuckin joke, if I could punch you , you would already be down...",Finella grunted, sweat dropping from her forehead as the sexy contest of strength went on with no winner in sight.

But before they could break the stalemate, the jello finally did it's purpose as Finella slipped away, dropping to her knees, gasping as Chelsea, their hands still locked, now basically lorded over her.

Finellas face turned into a scowl and with a push, she unlocked their fingers, grabbed Chelseas legs and slipped between them before sending her English rival over her head and into the jello which splattered around, hitting Molly, George and the crowd!

Finella was quick to react, using the slippery surface to push back, getting right onto Chelsea, topping her and grabbing her wrists.
Finella grinned down into her downed rival and shook her goods, as if to mock her more, jello and sweat dripped onto Chelseas face.

"Now as promised...open wiiiiiide",the Hellraiser smirked, holding on to Chelseas wrists as she dropped down, going for a breastsmother to start things off properly and humiliating.
"I bet you wish you could do that too, baby tits...",Finella grinned and held Chelsea down. But this was not about submitting or Kos.

The Wolf had Chelsea down and it only needed three seconds for her to get a tremendous victory over her rival in the start of the match, already she heard Molly starting the count but her hands holding a chelseas wrists were full of jello, the grip strong but unsteady at best as she so had to outbalance the struggles of the scouser under her...

[CaptainL]

This was a change of pace for Chelsea. She couldn't think of a match she was in that didn't involve her decking her opponent in the face at some point - ever since she was a problem child getting in fights in the schoolyard, fisticuffs had been her bread and butter. And now, she was being forced to stand up to her greatest rival of all, someone who she had been motivated for years by her desire to best and to prove herself the better of, when those competitive instincts had just so recently been stoked by the competition George officiated and all the patrons cheering for them and taking sides - without even being able to throw a punch. A moment ago, Chelsea was all but convinced that when she and Finella got in the ring, she would really let her have it. Now, though, she was being forced to adapt on the fly. Anything could happen...and when there was that much uncertaintly around Finella, it made Chelsea sick to her stomach.

All she could do was watch and wait, and to at least know that Finella was in the same boat. As the two girls circled around each other, arms locked, chest to chest and forehead against forehead, the bar-goers cheered at the rippling motion their muscles made beneath their skin with each push and shove, all the more accentuated by the meager covering of their shapely bodies. But to Chelsea, this was no peepshow. This was a duel of wits and bodies that she would need to strive with every effort to win, and she couldn't afford any mistakes. She was taking this just as seriously as a matter of life and death - when she refused to concede any ground to Finella, it may as well have been!

At Finella's taunts, Chelsea hissed, clenching her teeth as her muscles tensed. "Oh, come 'ead, ye softie...ye can't evun win without 'ittin' someone wi' a ch, like," she growled under her breath, just low enough for Finella to hear it. Once again, she pushed forward, knocking her shoulders and her chest into Finella's own. But whether it was the sudden shove from the Englishwoman, or the slippery footing of the jello, that push was enough - and Finella dropped to her knees!

The crowd cheered as Chelsea took first blood (as it were) in the contest, and a satisfied smirk came to her face. She looked down at Finella with a smug chuckle. "Oh, where's de big bad wolf now?" There was no finer satisfaction than what came from seeing Finella's confidence blow up in her face. And now that Finella was down, Chelsea was already gearing up to press the advantage, as she pushed down even harder on Finella to force her down further...right when the Hellraiser broke their lockup to dart through Chelsea's legs!

"Wha-!?" At once, the confident look on Chelsea's face vanished as Finella hoisted her higher - and slammed her down into the jello with a wet smack! The Englishwoman screamed in shock as she took the fall, sputtering and gagging as she tried to spit the jello out of her mouth. But when she looked up, it was to see Finella poised on top of her, once again taunting her with those infuriatingly oversized tits of hers. Her teeth clenched into a scowl. Being pinned underneath Finella was one thing, having her rub her bust size in her face was another - and when she heard the whole bar light up with cheers for the obnoxious Austrian, that might as well have added insult to injury!

Even more so as Finella laid down on top of Chelsea, shoving her breasts into her face! The Scouser tried to wriggle free in the jello, but her airways were cut off by Finella's chest, and every groan and protest was muffled into her cleavage! She tried to twist and turn from side to side, bucking her hips, but Finella held firm. The match had just begun, and Finella was in danger of taking the first fall! But then...the last thing Chelsea was willing to do was to go down without a fight, especially if doing so would give Finella the glory!

"One..!" Molly got down to slap the jello for the first count, but, unused to the surface, she slipped a little. "Whoah..! Okay, maybe I won't do that-!" But in that time, Chelsea had already gone to make her move. With another buck of her hips, she moved to lift her legs higher, throwing them around Finella's waist to try and lock in a bodyscissor! If she could do that, she'd use her newfound leverage to roll herself over, attempting to reverse the pin back on her rival!

[RedShinigami]

Finella lorded over Chelsea with a satisfying grin. The two rabble-rouser were about to leave all the friendly talk behind them and dig in , in their old, no, their still very much alive rivalry, wholeheartedly. Finella of course, and Chelsea to some extent, were'nt shy of words and shittalking against each other. This was the name of the game, this was what both girls knew since they started school and it found itself here at LAW.

Finella and Chelsea were a perfect feud. Both were middleweights, the same height, almost equally strong and both with the desire to feed each other some knucklesandwich. The north of a England had met the South of Austria and both regions were'nt known for their fancy tea parties or dancing balls but rather for the roughness that came from the cold and windy streets of Liverpool and the mountain coolness of Styria. There could'nt have been anything better to get into a feud then those two. Especially as one was English and the other a german speaker.

Now Finella had turned the tables quick, using her experience of substance matches and shoved herself down , getting a quick victory over Chelsea and show the Blonde that she hadn't gone any weaker.
"Oh, hold still you little Scheißerl, it's over soon!", the Hellraiser grinned when she heard Molly go down for the count.

But both women just had started this match and to go for a pin, at Chelsea Forster of all people, was like trying to hold down a rabid alley at as Finella soon noticed when Chelseas (admittedly better)legs wrapped themselves around her and she was thrown over, Chelsea on top of her.
"Scheiße!",Fin screamed as she landed in the jello and looked up to Chelsea who held her down.

But even now she could'nt resist it. It was just too good a target. "Kch..
Hah...now what Chels? Giving me a collarbone smother?",she chuckled with an evil grin as Molly went down for the first slap.
If Chelsea would react then Finella would be ready. No punch, no kicks, no biting...the Wolf had to think of her feet and came to an obvious solution as one of her hands grabbed a big handful of jello...

[CaptainL]

No matter how much Chelsea and Finella had made amends - even if the feelings between them weren't those of unquenchable bloodlust and hatred - both of them had fiery tempers that wouldn't be quenched so easily, and both of them were determined to prove their own worth and silence any doubts. And nothing planted doubt in their minds quite like the thought of being outdone by their greatest of rivals. When Finella was needling Chelsea with her taunts, reminding her all the more of her insecurities, and trying to steal the hearts and eyes of all the patrons to the pub that Chelsea herself was a co-owner of...all of that was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. This might have started as a silly little diversion, but now it was so much more. If Finella wanted trouble, Chelsea would give her trouble, all right!

The two girls wasted no time in getting right into the jello pit - Finella had forced Chelsea to the ground and pinned her in place, using her chest to smother her out at the same time as she held her down with her body weight. The blonde could feel the jello squish beneath her, and the stifling heat that consumed her lungs. But Chelsea was determined not to let Finella outdo her - not in any respect! Throwing her legs around Finella's waist and using the slippery surface of the pit to her advantage, she was able to roll the two of them over, climbing on top of Finella instead for a pin of her own!

"One!"

"Heheh..." As her sister began to count again, a smirk came to Chelsea's face. For her, it sometimes seemed like there could be no finer satisfaction than that of dominating Finella Edelstein and having her helpless beneath her. Of course, Finella wouldn't allow her to have that - and the next words out of her mouth quickly soured the Englishwoman's mood, leaving her to cast a scowl down on her foe. Of course Finella wouldn't let her have anything. "Oh, sod it!" she barked. "Least I can see me own feet whun I lewk down, like!"

"Two!"

It would seem almost too good to be true, Chelsea thought, if she could secure the first round within the first few seconds of the match - it would be all but undeniable proof that Finella simply didn't stand a chance against her! And now, she was just inches away from that feat! Gritting her teeth, she squeezed her legs together as tight as she could, looking to compress the Hellraiser's sides even further in her bodyscissor. Of course, she had no idea where Finella's hands were going...

[RedShinigami]

As much as they both had become friends it was still too much fun to tease and make fun of Chelsea as much as she could. The two Europeans were so much alike that their rivalry was a given and both of them lived it out to the fullest. This evening would see the the feud of the Wolf and the Bunny, sorry, the Hare, again, of course much more cordial and funny but a rivalry was a rivalry and Finella would NOT lose this time.

She had pinned Chelsea down underneath her bust, smothering her good as Molly started the count. Of course trying to get a pin right in the first minute of the match was a cocky decision, but nonetheless, Finella would try her luck anyway. But her blonde rival would let her feel right away that she hadn't been slacking even if she was a little absent from the ring the following year and wrapped her legs around Finellas midsection, squeezing down and topple them over, having the wolf in the downward position and going for the pin herself!

The crowd hooted and hollered at the sight of both scantly clad women rolling around the jello to try and dominate each other and so far the event wasa bug success with pints and liquor flowing in masses.

Finella and Chelsea used the small time frame they had for another shittalking and when Chelseas answer came, Finella just grinned. "That was what all the babybooby girlie's in the locker room said when I got on dates...",she quipped and unbeknownst to Chelsea, gathered a big goop of jello in her hand. But then, even if it was'nt often, a stroke of genius hit the Hellraiser as she let go of it and instead turned her face into a grimace of pain.

"Ooow, uuuugh! She's hurting me! She's hurting me!", she whined, stomping her legs into the jello. George and Molly immediatly complied and fell for it as they broke the pin. "Chels, no brutal moves, that's a foul!", George said and looked at Molly.

"Molly that's one foul for Chelsea. Another one and this round goes to Fin.", the Brit said and immediatly Finellas face turned into a bright grin. "Yeah Chelsea...that was a foul, stop being so mean...", she grinned and managed to get up as her opponent had to let her go.

And then she knew she had to really drive the dagger in as she turned around and slid over to George, hugging him and pressing her lips onto his, for all to see. A loud "OOOOOOOOOH", could be heard as Finella smiled at they first time in his life, flustered George.
"Thanks Georgie, you saved me. I won't forget that...",she said with the cutsiest of voices before looking over her shoulder and giving Chelsea a dirty look.

George on the other hand looked paniced as he realized what had happened but the jello on his lips and two big, round green spots on his chest spoke a clear language. The Brit cleared his throat and pulled at his collar.
"Well, uhm, go...go on!", he said as Finella turned to Chelsea. If the Blonde would react as planned then Finella was ready...

[CaptainL]

No matter how much they might have made up, Finella knew exactly how to push Chelsea's buttons - and nothing did the job of pushing the Englishwoman over the edge quite like being reminded of how much bigger Finella was than her. Chelsea hated to be outdone, she hated to feel inferior or second-rate compared to anyone else, but when she felt like she was coming in second place to Finella, that was almost unbearable. And not only did Finella know that, she was willing to rub it in her face - in this case, quite literally. Chelsea might have been going along with this reluctantly at first to support the pub, but now? There was no hesitation, and no regret. She needed to put Finella in her place, to remind her of who would come out on top in their feud. She couldn't let her win!

Even as Chelsea rolled atop the Austrian, however, she still had it in her to taunt her - something that made the blonde's teeth clench in a snarl. Her fists trembled; she had to remind herself that she wasn't allowed to strike at Finella, but it was really growing unbearable. She would have to settle for squeezing her sides in a bodyscissor...but, if Finella's reaction was any indication, even that was too much.

When Finella cried out, Chelsea only spat more venom in her direction. "Oh, w's dat? Is de big bad wolf tew much o' a pansy ter 'andle a little bit o' dis? Oh, bew fookin' 'ew!" She was only going to squeeze Finella's legs tighter in response...but she was stopped in her tracks as soon as George and Molly actually took her side in the matter!

At the sound of the ruling, Chelsea's jaw dropped in a gasp. She rolled off of Finella and scrambled up to her knees, but she looked back up at her boyfriend with a glare, crossing her arms. "I'm sorry? I'm sorry, wha'? Dat wuz tew much, like!? I'm not allowed ter use basic wrestlin' moves!? Wha' in de absolute fookin' 'ell am I evun supposed ter do, dun!? And is Little Miss Screwdriver In Me Back 'ere really gon'ter start cryin' over a BODYSCISSER!? Wha' ay yous evun on!?"

Chelsea's outburst had garnered a few chuckles from the patrons. She had begun to get back on her feet, still giving George a disapproving glare...but that glare soon fell into a wide-eyed gape when she saw Finella pulling George into a kiss, and pressing her barely-covered breasts into his chest. At once, everything froze, and her face went pale. Chelsea had seen a lot of nerve from Finella. She'd seen her threaten her, she'd seen her intrude into her daily life, she'd seen her try to one-up her at everything she did purely because she knew how much it bothered her...but never before had she tried to drag George into this. And for Chelsea, that was a step too far. That was one thing she simply couldn't tolerate! Now, Finella had sealed her fate!

When Finella looked back from George, she would see Chelsea storming toward her, her steps slow and purposeful and landing in the jello as squelching stomps. Her fists curled tighter at her sides, and her lip pulled back into a snarl. Her shoulders rose and fell with haggard breaths - her entire body was coiled with rage, and it would only take the slightest bit of pressure to set her off. She had to remind herself she wouldn't be allowed to throw any fists at Finella. But that was going to be very hard.

"Edelsteiiiiiiin..." Chelsea hissed, "you're FOOKIN' DEAD-!!" With that, the tension was released, and she took off into a charge at Finella, closing in on her as fast as she could manage ankle-deep in jello before her hands sprung for the Wolf's shoulders as she tried to shove her down into the pit. Of course, she had no idea what Finella had up her sleeve...

[RedShinigami]

If Finella knew one thing then to get into the head of her opponents and if she knew another thing then it was to play dirty. And it was so easy to get into the skull of hothead like Chelsea Forster who spent much of her life having fits of rage. Finella and her just were different sides of the same coin and this was what made them hate each other so much. Now it had made them come closer, but one thing was appearent. They would remain rivals for life and neither Fin nor Chelsea would like to have it any other way.

When she gave George a big and audible kiss, pressing her barely covered breasts into his chest, Finella whistled. "The training did miracles for you, huh? Can't wait to see this body in action...",she whispered as she heard Chelsea behind her, growling and stomping her way over to her.

Finella let George go and faced Chelsea who was hellbent of punching the shit out of Finella. "Hey, Hey. You know the rules...",Fin grinned and caught Chelseas fist as both of them landed in another test of strength but this one much fiercer as their foreheads pressed against each other. Finellas face turned into the Hellraiser again as a big, fat grin started to appear.
"What's wrong Chels, a little jealous? You can't tell me that Miss "I am better then Fin in everything" has any doubts?", she chuckled as flashes of lightning appeared between the rivals eyes.

And then Finella decided to go low. "Maybe...it's because...of these?",she grinned and threw her upper body forward basically punching Chelsea with her breasts. If she managed to get her tumble then she would follow up by crossing her arms behind her back and shove her breasts forward again, hitting Chelsea again with a wet smack of her jiggling boobs. It was a humiliating display and Finella was sure that the psychological advantage was in her corner now as she managed to get Chelsea to the ropes with yet another smack of her breasts. Which was not illegal. Finella had Chelsea cornered and grinned.
"Alright...say goodnight...",she grinned and went to move her arms around Chelseas head, slamming her breasts into her for a deciding smother as the bell rang and the crowd cheered.

The first round was over and Finella looked into Chelseas eyes, still holding her between her arms, both inches from each other's face.
"Seems this round goes to me. Oh and if you finally come up with something of a good idea, it seems that in five minutes I walk out as the bad bitch of the pub.", Finella smiled and shook her breasts, spreading jello around , before she turned to her corner.

In Chelseas corner George was waiting, still a bit flustered but nonetheless immediatly on the case. "Awrigh, Awrigh. That could have worked be'ha but I have an idea...",he said and came closer to Chelsea whispering in her ear and when the bell rang they nodded to each other.
"Give her 'ell, luv!",he said.

[CaptainL]

Finella might have been whispering, but Chelsea heard everything. Every stomp she made against the jello landed with the sound of a wet squelch - and every stomp came down harder the closer she drew to her rival, and how she heard her flirting so openly and so shamelessly with her boyfriend. Chelsea knew exactly what Finella was doing. She wanted to one-up and outdo Chelsea at everything, leaving her with nothing she could take pride in or feel successful in. Just thinking about it, the Englishwoman's teeth clenched tighter in a snarl, and her fist balled tighter at her side, trembling with nervous energy. Yes, she had made up her mind. Finella was going to pay. She knew the rules...but at this point, she didn't care!

With all the pent-up hatred and frustration she had ever felt toward Finella fueling her, Chelsea shoved at the Hellraiser with all her might, trying to take her off balance. But just as she did, Finella was able to grab her by the arm, pulling them once again into a test of strength. She let out a soft gasp as she felt the balance shift. All the same, Chelsea wasn't deterred. She had already committed herself to ending Finella once and for all; to putting her in her place and teaching her a lesson. No matter how hard she would need to fight for it, she was going to do just that!

Hissing through her clenched teeth, Chelsea threw herself up against Finella, shoving at her with her forehead and her shoulders. Their entire bodies were locked in a duel, using every bit of effort they could to overpower one another. They teetered on their uneasy footing, but when both girls were fully dedicated to emerging supreme, they could tolerate no failure in themselves - and every bit of ground one of them gained was just as quickly pushed back by the other, as they fought hard to claim superiority. "Yeah, yeah, I kun de rules, all rite! I think they're a bunch o' 'orse 'ockey! But I kun dem, like! And ye should be lucky I'm willin' ter play along if it means rubbin' yer stupid face in this stuff-!" Chelsea barked.

But, at the same time, Finella was right. For all of Chelsea's bluster and boisterousness, she really did have her doubts. The thought of coming in second place to Finella was her greatest fear - and now that Finella was so determined to outcompete her, and outdo her at everything, it was a fear that seemed like it was looming all the more over her shoulder. That was the force that spurred Chelsea onward, and told her all the more she needed to win this; that she didn't have any other choice. And, at the same time, it was her greatest weakness. When Finella was able to see through to that one glaring gap in her armor, Chelsea felt like more exposed and more vulnerable than ever. She let down her guard. When she saw that spark alight in her eyes, that made the blonde's heart jump in her chest. She knew Finella well enough to know what that meant - and that trouble was on the horizon.

Moments later, Finella struck - shoving her chest hard into Chelsea's own! "ACKH-!!" With the force behind her strike, it landed just as hard as any punch! Chelsea went sputtering and gasping as she went stumbling back through the jello, and Finella tailed after her, knocking her left and right! With each blow, the Englishwoman was thrown from side to side, only barely hanging onto her balance; every time she threatened to slip and fall, another blow from Finella knocked her back a little further. Clenching her teeth, she tried to fight back, throwing her chest into her foe's, but anyone could see that she was hopelessly outmatched - not only was Finella considerably larger, she had also seized on the momentum, keeping Chelsea on the ropes. Her teeth clenched as a shudder ran through her body. For Chelsea, this could only add insult to injury. Not only was each blow knocking her back and testing her balance, forcing her to lose ground to her worst rival, she was also dealt a sore reminder of how Finella so proudly flaunted her larger breasts, twisting that knife of inferiority even more.

And finally, with one last shove, Chelsea found herself in the corner. She looked up, her body tense and her eyes wide in shock, as Finella leaned in more and more, guiding her face deeper into her cleavage. At once, her breaths were stifled and her voice muffled. Frantically, she tried to push and shove at Finella to steer her back, but nothing worked. She wouldn't budge. Chelsea wanted, most of all, to be able to punch her lights out, but she couldn't. The air around her was growing hotter, and her body grew more slack. And then, at last, everything went dark.

Soon enough, Chelsea would awake, groggy and groaning. She was slumped in the corner, her head still throbbing. But even as she tried to rub the soreness out of her temples, she knew all too well what had happened - and she let out a long, dejected sigh. The first round was over, and she had lost. Now, she was one step behind Finella - a reminder of that creeping feeling of inferiority she hated so much.

But George had a plan. As Chelsea rose to her feet, pulling herself up with the ropes, she leaned closer to hear what he was whispering in her ear. At first, she raised an eyebrow curiously - "Wot!?" she muttered; there was no way that would work. But the more he went on, and the more she thought about it...the more it all made sense. A devious grin came to her face, and she nodded her head. That just might have been crazy enough to work, after all...

For now, though, Chelsea had business to attend to. Clearing her throat, she stepped back out to the center of the ring, re-energized with confidence! She might have been lagging behind Finella, but she would only take that motivation and use it to propel herself forward - she was going to right that wrong, and even the score! "Oi, I'll give 'er 'ell, arright!" she barked defiantly - just before she took off in a charge, throwing herself at Finella as hard as she could in an effort to tackle her! She wouldn't even let the slipperiness of the jello slow her down when she was this fueled with purpose!