Already, the bout between Chelsea and Finella had proven to be something truly unforgettable. The Wolf and the Bunny was no stranger to hosting substance wrestling in all its various forms, but no one could deny that tonight was a cut above. Rather than two drunken co-eds who barely had any idea what they were doing, tonight's main attraction would be Chelsea Forster and Finella Edelstein - a couple of trained and well-accomplished professional wrestlers who were known for their fiery spirits just as much as they were known for their long-running feud, and they were willing to carry all the grief and resentment they had held toward one another into this match even if they'd thought they had put it behind them. If that wasn't enough, this final round would see the two of them facing off as God intended. There would be no restrictions on how much force they could use, or how they were allowed to hit each other - they could handle it, after all. They were going to face this challenge to the fullest of their potential, and the action could only heat up from here! The fact that Molly had gotten tangled up into the fray and lost her top in the process certainly didn't hurt either - especially not to one patron in particular.
"Eep-!" With her eyes focused on the scene before her, Molly hadn't noticed Harmonia sneaking up behind her. She didn't realize her presence up until Harmonia had already grabbed her by her breasts from behind, giving them a firm squeeze. At first, her face went a vivid red as she tried to push off the set of hands that were grabbing her - until she looked back over her shoulder and saw it was just Harmonia.
"Oh, heh..! Sorry, Moni, I didn't realize that was you..." She flashed her fiance an awkward smile and giggled to herself as she took note of her own nervous energy - even if Molly was still going to go about this topless and even if she had been starting to warm up to lewder competition, she still wasn't used to this sort of flirting. At least, assuming it
was flirting. With how drunk Harmonia seemed, Molly didn't know if she was joking around or if she genuinely didn't know who Molly was at this point. Either way, she smiled as Harmonia kissed her, and she nodded her head, vowing to do right by the responsibilities that had been placed on her shoulders.
"I'll do my best, Moni..." she said - though, as Molly looked back toward the door to the changing room, she bit the inside of her cheek. If tensions were still riding this high between Chelsea and Harmonia, keeping things contained might be a task easier said than done...
Backstage, as she laced up her gloves, Chelsea grumbled to herself. Leave it to
Molly to rope her into something so ridiculous - she'd done it before, and it seemed the boundaries of her foolishness were only expanding. But any embarrassment she might have held was quickly forgotten when she reminded herself why she was
really here - after all, she and Finella had unfinished business to settle, and she wasn't going to hesitate. She might have been topless, but at least it was nothing new for her at this point. At this point, if she beat Finella, she was just going to beat her at her own game. And those annoyingly oversized breasts of hers would only make for bigger targets.
Chelsea entered the room to the sounds of cheers, and she faced them with a proud grin, holding a fist high over her head. Any hesitation she might have had was gone. Since she and George had grown more open and confident about their relationship, Chelsea had spent more time face to face with the patrons, and she had quickly become a favorite among the regulars for her good looks and her down-to-earth spirit - though, as several drunks had found out, that didn't mean she was going to tolerate any unwanted advances. The passion she'd put into her performance in the last few rounds had only endeared them to her all the more. But when she emerged clad in nothing more than her gloves and a tiny bottom that did little to conceal her behind, standing tall and ready for any challenge that was in her way, she could have been a triumphant goddess - at least through a haze of drunkenness, anyway!
She smiled to herself as she looked back and forth and took in all the praise and affection she was getting. And she smiled most of all when she turned to George and saw that she, Finella, and Molly wouldn't be the only ones doing this bare-chested. She could see full well how the work he'd been putting in to ready himself for the ring had helped tighten his physique, and her eyes wandered all up and down his chest. Her heart beat a little faster and a blush rose to her cheeks as she looked up so that her eyes would meet his. And when he pulled her into the warm and passionate embrace of a kiss, when she felt his body rub up against hers so closely as to let the two of them feel every inch of each others' forms, and when his hands gently caressed her breasts just enough to affix the pasties she'd wear, Chelsea could only tingle more and more with excitement. Even when they broke apart, Chelsea faced George with a smile and a nod. Being with George stirred up memories in her - she thought back to how Finella had dared to taunt her right in front of her face, and it only made the tension in her body grow tighter and tighter. It was all down to this, now. The score was one to one; whoever won this round would win it all. She needed to show Finella she wouldn't tolerate her nonsense. She needed to make George proud. But most of all, Chelsea needed to prove once and for all that she would come out on top. When she nodded her head to George, it was with a confident, determined look that spoke to how well assured she already was in her victory.
"I'll win, all rite," she said.
"Ye have me word.." And with
that on the line, Chelsea was more eager to win than ever.
The next thing Chelsea knew, she and Finella were back in the ring, ankle-deep in the jello, and with their eyes fixed on one another in an unbreaking glare. Just looking into Finella's eye made Chelsea's lip curl back in a snarl, and her fist coiled tighter, preparing to strike out at a moment's notice. Every part of Finella, to that smug look on her face to her again-ever-so-bothersome endowment, made Chelsea that much more determined to see her humbled. The energy between the two girls was electric, and the bar-goers were cheering even as George began to give the introduction. When the bell rang, no one wanted to so much as blink, lest they miss a second of the action!
As George made the call, the younger Forster abruptly stirred.
"Wait, hold on, that's copyrighted-!" Molly blurted out suddenly, looking back and forth at where a few people were videotaping the match.
"Hold on, if you upload this-" But before she could finish, the bell had already rung. Chelsea's entire body was coiled and ready to snap, and the very second she was given the leeway to, she lunged forward, hissing under her breath as her fist shot out through the air like a crackle of lightning. Every bit of tension and anger in her body had been leading up to this very moment, waiting to be let loose, and now that she was given the go-ahead, all that energy was about to explode outward, in a punch aimed right to Finella's jaw!
But Finella had meant what she said. Chelsea was going to fall back on her ferocity and aggression - but Finella was willing to play mind games. She had been goading Chelsea into making her move, waiting on this very response. And now that Chelsea had thrown her punch, Finella could swerve out of the way! As her fist shot through the air only to hit nothing, Chelsea's jaw dropped in a gasp of shock. She didn't even have time to contemplate the danger she was in when Finella struck a moment later - and her fist slammed right into Chelsea's stomach!
"GYAAAH-!!" The punch was hard enough that Chelsea was lifted off her feet by a fraction of an inch. She doubled over Finella's fist, wheezing and sputtering as the air was driven out of her lungs. Her eyes went wide and her jaw gaped wide open in a gasp, her scream soon growing hoarse as she ran out of breath. Then, with her balance already compromised by the slick surface of the mats, her footing gave out from under her and she dropped to one knee. She lay there, panting and gasping, clutching at her stomach as she looked back at Finella through eyes contorted in a glare. Her teeth tightened into a grimace as she hissed at her rival under her breath, but for now, she was down. And if she was down...she was vulnerable. This wasn't looking like a promising start to the round for Chelsea. But then...things were far from over.
