The Wolf and the Bunny (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

It was true, the whole pub was on fire as these two hellcats had started what should become the source of legendes. The owner even came to turn with their rude behaviour towards some patrons as now the moderatly filled pub was filled to the brink with guests!
He and his waiter almost did'nt made the whole avalanche of orders beer and whiskey the thirsty Scousers and the Austrians ordered.
"Forget it, it's rabbit season!", one of the austrians think he was smart by quoting a famous Bugs Bunny cartoon.
"But she is a Bunny."
"A rabbit is a Bunny!"
"I thought Rabbits where the big ones."
"Thats Hares"
"Where?"
"What?"
"You said hairs, does my nosehar grow again?"

I shook my head, this and such other gems could be heard from the Austrians and the Scousers alike...
Fin frowned a little but gave it not much thought. All what counted now was Chelsea and the better position she was in.
Fin had tried to shift her back into a better position, but with Chelsea tugging relentless, sitting comfortable while Fin had to get up a little to at least shift a certain amout of pressure...it would hurt all the same, I could tell as Saliva sprayed out of her teeth and she held on not to be overwhelmed but slowly Chelsea take ground and the strain on her back and was building.

The muscles that ripped under thieir clothes pressed against there dripping wet tops. Both women needed a decision...soon...
And then I decided to go for it and looked up a certain number in my phonebook before opening the messenger and sending no other then Eiji Matsumoto one of the lesser good pictures.

With it I left a message:
"Matsumoto-san, maybe you don't remember, I am the Wrestling Impact Correspondent. You know the washed up Ex Wrestler with the lame leg. I think I am on to somethint that might intrest you and LAW in general. I have tons of material from it in HD. I give it to you for a good price. A job at LAW Magazine. Make it happen and you get the feud of the year, I promise you that..leading up to a PPV encounter even. I hope I sparked your interest. Karl Schneider.

Now I had to be patient and wait.
Something the girls were'nt anymore...
Things between the Wolf and the Bunny seemed to end, at least for this day as both were on their last ounce of energy.
Finellas arm shook violently as she tried to outdo her opponent who did'nt do any better but still Chelsea had the advantage.
"Oh shut your damn mouth...just be fucking quiet, Schlampe.", she spat in Chelseas direction.

Her body trembled, her shoulder seemed went numb, the soreness of the last fight must surge through her body while her back surely felt as if the muscles would rip in it...
She shook her head, and I already knew what was about to happen as the Scousers whistled and cheered when Finellas arm slammed down with a loud THUD!
Like a wrestler being slammed to the ground.
I smiled...Chelsea did it.
She pulled through despite all doubts the Hellraiser sparked in her and the Austrians groaned.
"Well can't win everytime."
"What do we owe you, Britboys?"
I must say I was surprised, the Scousers cheered, whilr the Austrians rolled their eyes and got their wallets out. Chelsea was cheered from all site, some people even wanted to take selfies with her.

It was over and both women showed of the power and I could hardly wait for the PPV as it happened...
Fin threw the table down and lunged at Chelsea, sending her through the man who started to cheer again as both hit the pool table where Fin grabbed a que and pressed it onto Chelseas neck, pressinger her down, their sweater bodies clinging to each other.
"You cheaty lil shit...", Fin grinned as she pressed down.
"I show you your place Chelsea...under my heel!"
Fin did'nt see the empty bottle of Whiskey next to them and my spidey-senses tingled as I walked up to them...

[CaptainL]

There was certainly enough banter to fill a good few books going around the room, as everyone was getting engrossed in the struggle between Chelsea and Finella. But whatever was said went unnoticed to Chelsea. As far as she was concerned, beyond this table, nothing else existed - her world was Finella, and her purpose in life was to shut the Hellraiser up once and for all!

Chelsea was beginning to bend back against the oncoming force that Finella was bearing down on her. Her elbow began to skid to the side - but there she caught herself. Even in the heat of the moment, when every conscious thought was one made in the name of victory, Chelsea was able to remember what Karl had shared with her in the brief moment of quiet they had before Finella burst back in on the scene. Positioning was key. If she was able to stabilize her stance and brace her elbow against the table, Finella stood no chance of being able to unseat her. Seizing on the opportunity, Chelsea forced her arm over, bringing it back into place and leaning in closer against the table to ground herself before she pushed harder into her rival's grasp. There was too much riding on this for her to give it anything less than her most focused of efforts!

More and more, little by little, Chelsea began to weigh down Finella's arm, pressing in against her inch by inch. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and with the excitement rising in her she was struggling to sit still - but she reminded herself she would have to, lest she unbalance her stance and give her rival the opportunity to push her over. She pressed the soles of her feet firmly against the floor, and with another shove, she slammed Finella's arm against the table!

The instant she pinned her opponent down, Chelsea felt the surge of energy take hold. She jumped from her seat, throwing her fists in the air with a cheer that was soon echoed by all her countrymen. Then she leaned down over the table once again, jabbing a finger in Finella's direction. "Ye see dat? I win! Ye gon'ter go braggin' about 'ow high and mighty yer now, 'uh? Na forget I smoked ye - and come We Ay LAW, I'm juss gonna beat ye all over again, like! You're ed me tims now, so dun ye forget it!" The Englishwoman had been haunted by her doubts, but now, she felt more than ever before like she didn't need to question one thing about her chances. She'd overcome Finella this time, and the next time would be even easier.

But Finella wasn't done here. She wasn't about to let Chelsea get away to celebrate her victory unpunished - and the next thing she knew, the entire table was overturned! The crowd gasped, screamed, and cheered alike at the sight of Finella's unrestrained power, and Chelsea was now seeing that power up close - as Finella tackled her, the crowds hastily darting out of the way before the two of them came crashing into the felt of the pool table!

The impact rocked through the Englishwoman's body, rattling her spine and causing her legs to kick in the air. Chelsea hissed and groaned, struggling under her opponent's weight. She gasped and sputtered as the cue was held against her throat, her face going red and her eyes narrowing as she could feel the air being squeezed out of her lungs. "Get yer fat arse off! I beat ye fair and square!" Struggling to get her hands underneath her, Chelsea tried grabbing for the cue, pushing back at it from her side as their struggle turned to an impromptu test of strength.

"But if ye wanna fight dirty, like..." Just then, she let one hand slip from the cue, reaching behind her. Her fingers groped around blindly to the whiskey bottle, until she took it in her hand. Chelsea was poised right to swing it like a club, not even noticing Karl's approach.

[RedShinigami]

Chelsea came back to life and I had to admit, even if Finella was a friend and fellow countrymen, seeing the young and determined Bunny rising up again, shoving all her fears and doubts aside that the Hellraiser had planted in her before just made my old wrestler heart skip a beat.

Chelsea went up against a rival who studied her and wanted nothing more then to have the englishwoman crushed under her heel and Chelsea managed to pull through, after the plan of Finella seemed to work, costing Chelsea the first round of their impromptu "Wrestling Match", by KO and pinfall.
The older Forster then proved, not without help from her fans and countrymen that she was a force to reckoned with and owed her place at LAW.

But so did Finella.
The Hellraiser appeared on the horizon a few months ago and managed to turn a lot of heads in her direction with her sexy looks mixed with a toughness that searched its match.
At first Finella was belittled, called "Furry" or "Catgirl" by her opponents and fans at LAW.
And then came her debut and the Hellraiser showed to everyone what she was capable off, giving Chelsea Forster, a well known tough girl herself, a harder time that everyone would expected and finally she achieved victory, putting her on the map not as a silly gimmick wrestler but as the person who she was: "The Hellraiser", a drinking, punching, kicking badass who could take a lot and dish out even more...
And finally Finella was recognized by the fans who loved to hate her.

And now this Hellraiser had lost the second round against her new rival...
And what hurt even more was that it was a test of strength.
Finella won the battle of wills...but Chelsea won that of their bodies and Finella would not stand for it as she slammed the heavy table to the side ad it wad nothing!
The patrons, Austrians, Englishman and Japanese jumped to the side, screaminh but also cheering as it seemed that the hellcats were'nt finished at all!

Finella jumped at Chelsea and both women tumbled against the pooltable their first round took place.
Finella grabbed a que and used her momentum to use it to choke Chelsea, only for the other woman to press back...
The Patrons cheered and raised their glasses
It was on again and now I got in motion.

At this point all their barriers broke and this was the time I knew I had to get in motion.
If no one stopped them they would do something stupid, I just felt that at this point things would go terribly out of hand.
I just reached them as Chelsea grabbed for the whiskeybottle.
"STOP!", I screamed and grabbed both girls, pulling them in my direction.
Hellraiser and badass British Brawler, ok, but against a 2'm high and 100 kilo heavy Ex-Wrestler they hardly could stand a chance.
I shook the bottle out of Chelseas hand and grabbed the que from Fin, shoving it on the floor as my body rose before them like my own demon from hell...

SLAP!...SLAP!

Within two seconds both Finellas and Chelseas heads cracked to the side looking at each other with wide open eyes.
They would have expected to get slapped in the face but not by me.
I guess now the father in me beat the wrestling enthusiast.
"Enough you too. Finella, Chelsea!", I said and really felt as if those two were my daughters,maybe no, mainly because I missed mine that much.
"How dare you Karl...", Finella started and I shook my head.
"How I dare? Goddamit Finella a rivalry is fine and good but you don't have to kill yourselfs. You both have proven your point, you both have proven that you are even so stop it now and decide this in the ring. Not at some fucking billiard table in a Pub! You are better then this, both of you.", I said and looked at both.
"You both have showed your teeth, perfectly setting up the PPV. Were you will announce your outfits and your match! Now let it go...at least for tonight. Look at them...",he said and pointed to the Austrians and English who taunted themselves, cheered, even laugh and took the money from the Austrians.
"They don't bash their brains in, they have fun with it and you won't, at least not when I am around to stop you...there will be plenty of opportunities for you to get at each other but not tonight..Finella...in the car, now."
The Hellraiser looked at him, then she looked at the bar and then to Chelsea.
"Lucky you that Karl was here or else you would be be on your way to intensive care by now...", she said snd grabbed Chelsea by the shirt, pulling her in.
"See ya...Chels...", she grinned and kissed her cheek.
Not as sign of love or respect but the last show of dominance for this evenig as she shoved her away.
"Lets go home Karl...", the Hellraiser said and lefty
I looked at Chelsea and sighed.
Then I stretched out my hand.
"Let me tell you kid, you have done great. My name is Karl by the way, see you around...and for now...enjoy your party.", I said and pointed to the Scousers who took Chelsea on their shoulders as I smiled and turned around...what a fantastic evening that was...

[CaptainL]

It had all come down to this. In this one pitched moment of struggle, both Chelsea and Finella had let themselves be lost in the heat of their feud, and neither wanted to yield to the other. There was simply too much hanging in the balance. It wasn't just about this one little game of theirs, or even the wager they had put forth to determine the terms of their next encounter. This was a matter of personal pride. Neither of the girls wanted to walk away from this moment subjecting their opponent to anything less than complete and total dominance. If they couldn't, it would be a sign they weren't good enough - not good enough to take down their worst enemies of all. If they couldn't even do that, they could hardly claim to be worth anything.

But in the end, Chelsea had won. She brought Finella's wrist to the table, and for those brief few seconds the mask of anger and hate that her face had twisted into became an eager and sincere smile. The Wolf had spent all this time trying to sink her claws into her, to make her feel like she couldn't succeed, and that all her fears and concerns would crush her beneath their weight. But now...Chelsea had proven her wrong. She'd beaten her. Even if she'd only proven that they'd come away from this contest with a tie, she couldn't complain; defeat would've been far more unforgivable.

But barely even a second passed before Finella was on Chelsea again - literally this time, as she tackled the blonde, shoving her against the pool table like a wolf seizing its prey. Chelsea coughed and sputtered as she found herself against the table, but her teeth clenched, and she hissed like a tea kettle, ready to burst with the anger boiling inside her. Finella had tried to undercut her again, right when she had her beaten. Chelsea couldn't have that! She grabbed for the pool cue, trying to push her foe off, but she knew that wouldn't be good enough. She reached behind her for the whiskey bottle, sure that it would show Finella where she truly belonged...

And then, it all stopped. The next thing Chelsea knew, she was wrapped up in a grasp too ironclad for her to break, and pulled apart from her rival! She gasped, kicking her legs and writhing in Karl's embrace as she fought to pull herself free. "'ey! Leggo! Wha' do ye think you're doin'? This is betweun us!" Chelsea was out to show Finella what for, and anyone who got in her way, she was willing to go straight through them! Snarling, she tightened her grip on the bottle, but it was pulled out of her hands nonetheless - and then, with a crack, her head was thrown to the side with a slap!

In that moment, everything went still. Chelsea stood, her eyes wide and staring out into space as she rubbed at her cheek, her chest and shoulders rising and falling with each breath she took. She had been lost in a frenzy, a bloodlust, but now she'd been pulled back into reality - and yet, when she had grown so familiar with wanting to feel her fingers wrapped around Finella's neck, it was a reality that seemed all the more unreal.

"...Hmph," Chelsea finally huffed, crossing her arms and looking aside. "Blewdy tersser...I would've 'ad 'er tew..." If the two were to be parted, though, Finella wouldn't go without getting in the last word. She grabbed Chelsea by the shirt and pulled her into a kiss, one that left her sputtering, spitting the bad taste out of her mouth. Even if it was only on the cheek, Chelsea couldn't stand even the thought of being so close to Finella - something she made clear, as she shoved Finella aside with a push to the shoulders!

Begrudgingly, she took Karl's hand, giving it a shake. After all, it was thanks to his help she'd been able to succeed - but no one would mistake this for a cordial parting. She quickly turned her attention to the Hellraiser, jabbing a finger at her. "Dun ye think this is over, like!" Chelsea spat, leaning over and roaring at Finella's direction as she and Karl left the bar. "Dun think this is over! Ay 'ope ye like gettin' yer sorry arse kicked ed de biggest show 'o de year, because you're askin' fe it now, all rite!"

The door slammed shut, and Chelsea huffed, turning to greet her fans. She snickered to herself, letting them raise her on her shoulders as another poured a glass and placed it in her hand; she was quick to hoist it in the air. At least now, she might be able to enjoy her night.

[RedShinigami]

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