The Wolf and the Bunny (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

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It was one of those days in my life.
I looked at the golden liquid before me where a big icebube slowly started to melt...ruining the good whisky. I did'nt care.
My life at this point was nothing but a black hole that opened before me and tried to swallow me whole.
It was christmas time, today was 16. of December and I was in an english pub in Tokyo called "The Wolf and the Bunny", cute. The british always named their Pubs after animals, but then again we Austrians did so too. As different as we were as alike we were, you could say. I like Pubs, english, irish, there was something cozy and wholesome about them.
Two things that I needed at this time.
The weather had turned. It was gettin cold, windy and the snow started to fall...and my leg killed me.
I took the whisky and drank it whole before setting it down and ordering a Kilkenny.
I waited for someone.
Finella Edelstein, Fin Hellraiser. After her debut she had made quite the impression and was here for some Christmas Shoot. And I would take her home in my trusty VW Beetle.

I live with the Austrian Eagles.
A bunch of colourful women who wanted to break big at LAW, with Harmonia, the strongest and most promissing one of them, having big plans for the next year. They were kind enough to take me in as I am searching for my own place right now.
I like being with them even if they did'nt care about me that much. A home was a home and dinners with good austrian cuisine in company was always appreciated.
I looked around as my Kilkenny came and wanted to take a sip as I spotted her...

Chelsea Forster. She sat two stools away from me looking into her drink and I could'nt believe it. What were the odds! The reporter in me was already working out questions, especially as the Forster Sisters got involved with the Eagles last month...on friendly and spiteful terms alike.
Molly Forster and Harmonia Edelstein... both names appeared at some podcasts and in magazines...namely asking the question: whats up with those two?

I did'nt want to bug Harmonia about it but it seemed we were in for a surprise with them.
On the other side there were Finella and Chelsea. Same age, roughly same height and both small powerhouses. And both prouder as was good for them. After ferocious battle on the outside of the ring where both women could'nt even stand properly anymore, it seemed that this was just the beginning. And with Molly inadvertantly hurting Harmonia, Finella was out for blood against both Bunnies, which on the other hand brought her to odds with her sister who seemed to have something going on with the younger Forster.

If I could be the fly on the wall...
Well, my chance sat there, maybe Chelsea would talk if I did'nt told her where I lived and with what people...
I took a long sip from my creamy, red ale and nodded to myself.
"Miss..."
Suddenly something red crept into my sight and I saw Finella Edelstein taking place between us.
First I did'nt recognize her but it was her...wearing a sexy Santas outfit.

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"Abend Karli, alles gut?", she asked and then I realized what would happen if she turned around...and she did.
"Chels, that you?!", I heard her and took another long sip of my beer, ready to intervene when things would get nasty.
She turned away from me and to the englishwoman next to her.
"Whats up?! My, last time In saw your face it was under my boot!"
And with that it was clear were this evening would went...I sighed and ordered another beer...preparing for a long night...

[CaptainL]

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Chelsea was well aware of the irony of the name of the pub. After all, it spoke to the same conflict she had been in a few weeks prior, when the two Edelstein sisters had just narrowly been able to steal what seemed like a clear victory from the British Bunnies. The thought of her defeat hung heavily on her mind, and it caused her to grumble, muttering to herself in a voice low enough to only barely be heard as she stirred the glass of half-finished beer on the counter in front of her. "Could'a 'ad 'er...fookin' Austrians..."

Not only had it been a sore spot for her due to how close the match had come, she and Finella had done practically everything short of sending each other to the hospital in the wild brawl that sent the two of them out of the ring, slamming one another into floors, steel steps, and barricades in the name of putting each other out. Chelsea's aches still hadn't quite died down, and they still caused her pain when she got up in the morning. But if anything, Chelsea didn't care. They'd just remind her of the thorn in her side that was Finella Edelstein, and how much she wanted to see her sorry face get stomped in.

Lost in her thoughts, Chelsea didn't give any heed to those sitting around her, up until she heard a voice coming from a few stools down. Raising her head, she turned her attenton in that direction - but before she could get any answers, someone else took the seat betwen herself and Karl. Someone who caused Chelsea to go stiff at the very sight of her.

The blonde rose in her seat, her body going rigid as her muscles stiffened, and her eyes fixed on Finella with a brow-furrowing glare. What was she doing here? And what did she want? The odds of the two of them running into each other by chance seemed astronomical. But, then again, they did both like hanging around bars.

And of course, Finella had to taunt her about it. With a sigh, Chelsea sank back down in her seat, turning to face her rival with her elbow pressed firmly against the counter. "Oh, shut ye mouth! Wha' ye want, anyroad?" she growled. "And 'as anyone ever terld ye yer look like an absolute shithead, like? I almost didn't recognize ye when you're not dancin' around in ye knickers like a third-rate stripper, but dun I realized nah one else would dress so moronic!"

[RedShinigami]

Finella smilee innocently at Chelseas outburst and turned to the barkeeper.
"Jackie-Coke please.", she said, ordering the favourite drink of her big idol Lemmy Kilmister, an englishman.
I was sure that Chelsea was close to jump at Fin as she ignored the englishwoman until her drink came.
"Hey, I was just joking, don't be that way.", Finella said and raised her glass.
"Cheers?", she said and turned back so she leant on the bar, giving a sideglance to Chelsea while sipping from her drink.
"You know, that was quite something you did there in the ring...you and your sister. What you did to Moni she said.
From what I understood, Finella was rushed to the doctors after breaking down backstage.
The match was this intense and I just knew that this was just the beginning. Those similar but then again completley different women were now Rivals...until one of both was crushed, nothing less. It was in their DNA.
"Did you know they are datin'?", she asked.
And now my journalistic heart was set on fire. Harmonia never had made the slightest hint in my direction but it was true, Harmonia Edelstein strong and proud eagle was dating the swift and determined bunny Molly Forster.
How about that...
Meanwhile Chelsea seemed to have quite an answer...

[CaptainL]

For the briefest of moments, the thought of striking out at Finella did indeed cross Chelsea's mind, and she even began to lean in a little closer. But the aches creeping up along her spine were enough to remind her of the trouble she'd face in doing so, and with a grumble she sat back in her seat. She pointedly averted her gaze from the Wolf, casting it instead on the rows of bottles sitting on the shelves before them as a sigh caused her shoulders to slump. The last thing she wanted was to give this imbecile any time out of her day.

"Bah...'ere's this fe cheers!" Without even making eye contact, Chelsea extended a middle finger to Finella with one hand, pulling her drink closer to her with the other. She wasn't about to let anything she was putting in her mouth touch anything near Finella Edelstein, just out of principle. Raising the glass to her mouth, she took another drink - but it was while she was in mid-sip that her eyes widened, and she froze in place. Something about what Finella had just said to her, about how Molly had harmed Harmonia, caused her blood to freeze in her veins, as though it had been a pointed threat.

Chelsea set down her drink with a motion forceful enough to shake the beer inside its vessel. She spun back around in her seat, crossing her arms and fixing a glare on the wolf-eared girl. "Piss off! Was it matti ter ye wha' Moll did ter dat blonde bimbo o' a sister ye got, like? Fact o' de matti, she 'ad it comin' ter 'er, 'avin such a punchable kite! Besides, I wuz tew busy dealin' wi' yer unwashed self! Dun pin this 'un ed me, like!"

At the mention of Harmonia and Molly dating, however, Chelsea again turned around in her seat, going back to her glass with a long swig and a grumble. She leaned over the counter, resting her chin in her hands and letting out a sigh. This was something that Chelsea had plenty to say to.

"Oh, I kun, all rite. Not like dat girl's any good at keepin' 'er cakehole shut, like. Believe me, I kun. Dun kun wha' got knocked into 'er skull if she thinks yer lot's company worth 'avin', but she's my sister. I can't say I'm gonna stop 'er - but I wul judge 'er, I'll tell yous dat."

[RedShinigami]

I could'nt believe what was starting to happen next to me and tensed my body, ready to hold the Hellraiser back if she did something stupid.
There was no love between those two, not at all.

Finellas body seemed to tighten and she grit her teeth, she too felt the strains from their battle, I could see her shiver in pain as her body tensed, and she was in no shape to bring up a fight right now as much as she would want.
Her hand around the glass of Jackie-Coke tightend.
"Excuse me you sorry excuse for a wrestler, what did you say about my sister...", she said and lashed forward.
I almost wanted to intervene but Finella did'nt attack, no, it was a staredown, the air seemed to have gotten tenser as she had turned Chelsea Forster around, their foreheads almost pressed against each other.
"For your sake I will overhear this one time...", she began.
"The next time you call my sister a bimbo, I fucking kill you right here you british cunt."
Now the ghost was out of the bottle and as dense as the situation was...I got excited of things to come. Both of these women were equally in height, strength and speed, tough and formidable brawlers. If they would be booked into the right match it could make LAW History.
"But well it seems that my sister is a bit stupid...", she began and finished her glass, slamming it on the bar.
"Or else she would'nt hook up with a crookedteethed, stupid loser whose only worth is to play victim for more capable wrestlers, all things considered...", she said and looked back at Chelsea.
"You two are nothing but a big joke..."

[CaptainL]

At the sound of Finella's voice, a few patrons stopped what they were doing, directing their attention over to the two girls at the bar. Even if most of them had no idea what they were saying to each other, speaking as they were in heavily-accented English, the tension was palpable - and the pervasive aura of hatred they gave off transcended languages. At any moment, it seemed, a fight could break out.

Chelsea certainly could agree to that. Her fist was clenched tightly at her side, trembling as her teeth grit against one another. She too leaned in closer, never taking her eyes off of Finella's for a moment. Being so close to the brunette, all she could think about was how much she wanted to lash out and bury her fist right into her stupid mouth. Maybe that'd shut her up for once.

Finella had issued a threat, but Chelsea wouldn't take it. To her...that was a challenge. And it was a challenge she was absolutely convinced Finella had no chance of stacking up to. "Juss try it," she hissed. "I'd like ter see ye try. Ye juss got lucky last time, like - and yankin' ed me pants doesn't count fe anythin'," she added. Chelsea, of course, wouldn't think twice about using similarly dirty tactics against Finella. But the intent of her words was clear - were the two to go up against each other again, the Hellraiser wouldn't stand a chance.

But what really crossed a line for Chelsea was what came next. Downing her drink, Finella proceeded to hurl an insult in Chelsea's direction - not directed at the elder Forster, but what came instead was, to Chelsea, even worse. She had the gall to mock Molly behind her back, and to her sister's face. That was a step too far, and it wasn't something Chelsea could stand for!

With a swat of her hand, she knocked her beer glass to the counter, spilling its contents in Finella's direction. Then she jumped to her feet, settling a baleful glare on her. "All rite, that's it! You really think I'm a joke, 'uh?" Chelsea raised her fists, getting into a stance. "Let's see 'ow much o' a joke ye think I am now! Let's bowl!" In truth, Chelsea didn't think she could handle a fight just now, when she was still recovering from her last one. But she hoped Finella wouldn't call her bluff.

[RedShinigami]

Now it seemed that nothing could stop the inevitable.
I sat in my stool and watched those two women looking at each other. A Heel and a Tweener leaning heel. But with how Fin behaved it was more like two Heels had budded their heads here.
The air felt electric as more and more big, hairy and beerbellied man turned unto the two girls that were ready to tear into one another.
It was quite a sight, but believe me when I say this, I was in the business long enough to some heated and hateful feuds but this here took even me by surprise. This women played like the big guys and no one was backing down.
Finella Edelstein and Chelsea Forster had not searched but found each other, but not like their sisters in (pressumably) love but in undenying hate.

Finella looked at Chelsea who had raised her fists, I saw the twitch of pain in her eyes . My god what have this two done to each other that they hurt two weeks later...anyway they were ready to do it again and Fin raised an arm I thought the hell was about to be raised but...

"A Pitcher of whatever british piss this bitch had.", she said.
"Two glasses... and I have a music wish..."
She then hopped down the stool and smiled as she walked up and came to a stop next to Chelsea.
"Come...", she said and her two different eyes looked at Chelsea with almost predatory glee...
Fin was a wolf and Chelsea a Bunny, but nor ordinarny bunny, more like one of those ferocious things in Watership Down. Still have nightmares from this damn flick.
Anyway they walked over to the back were a pooltable was standing.
"I assume you play?", Finella asked and walked over to the table that was occupied by some big dudes, bigger then me even and I followed them quickly.
"Sir would you please make room for my friend and me?"
The guy who was roughly fourth time Finellas weight turned around and grunted.
"Are you shitting me? Piss of Gai-Jin girl.", the japanese man said before everything went fast.
Finella who alread had grabbed a stick slammed it into the back of his knees, making him fall, then she grabbed for his tie and turned his head to her.
"Maybe you have'nt verstanden, wenn du deinen Oarsch net sofurt vo dem Tisch wegbewegst daun pick I di aund waund das did Maura mit da Spochtl owakrotzn kinna!", she said first with a weird mix of japanese and austro german before going full force.
I had to smirk, this was truely a nice reminder of home. I never got why the Scots were considered the nastiest cursers, I think we take the crown easily.
"What?! Fuck, just take the table you crazy broad!", he screamed and the waiter brought the pitcher, grumbling as he saw the guy leaving the table.
"The annual PPV is coming. You know what that means Chels.", she said and took the balls, placed them to form a triangle and handed her rival a stick.
"It means you and me, no holds barred.", she said.
"And today we decide the conditions...I decide our first game, Billard, and the winner will decide our costumes. After that you can decide a game...winner decides the matchtype and you just can pray that I lose the second round my limey, little friend.", she said and pointed to the white ball.
"All clear so far? Then I will start us off...", she said.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea grumbled under her breath at Finella's order, but nonetheless accepted a glass from the bartender, filling it from the pitcher. "If there's one thin' de bitch is good fer, like, it's de free bewze," she muttered to herself. She hopped out of her seat, nursing the glass in her hand as Finella marched to the pool table, shouting down the men gathered around it. Even if any of them could have easily swung Finella over their heads if she so let them, the Hellraiser's presence was enough to put her above their level. Chelsea had to admit, she'd be impressed, if this was coming from anyone else. But she had already spoken too much good about Finella in one night for herself to stomach.

Rolling her eyes to her little outburst, of which she understood about as much as the bar-goers, Chelsea came up behind Finella. "God bless ye," she added, before leaning over the table with her elbows propped on its felt. Crossing her fingers beneath her chin, she watched Finella set up - and as the mention of the upcoming PPV reached her ears, she went still for just a moment.

It was true. It was December, and that meant that We Are LAW was just around the corner. It wouldn't be Chelsea's first time wrestling on LAW's flagship show - two years ago, she and Molly had seen the explosive conclusion to their feud with the Carnival Girls in a no-DQ elimination tag that led to Chelsea getting knocked out by a raging Shaina Nakoto. That was a thought that caused her to grumble under her breath. Chelsea didn't take well to being reminded of losses, and especially not against people she had a special hatred for. But now, she saw, she had the chance to make things right. Not only in evening out her win-loss ratio at We Are LAW, but also in finally getting a much-needed one-up on Finella. The supercard was surely the perfect place for a match in such demand, and Chelsea wouldn't have it any other way.

And when Finella named her challenge, Chelsea couldn't help but smirk. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. If it was billiards she wanted, she was going up against a master - and Chelsea had no intentions of holding back, when this much was at stake. She'd win their little game with ease, and from there, she just had to pick a stipulation that she knew she'd excel at. There was no way for her to fail.

Taking her cue, Chelsea stepped back, allowing Finella to make her move. "Go 'ed, dun. Less see wha' you've got."

[RedShinigami]

I saw the two girls walking over to the pooltable and making a fuss, well, Finella did, in the best austrian way she could muster and managed to shy away the tough guys who occupied the table.
The sexy Santa Wolf Hellraiser....uh...FIN, set everything up but I could swear there was something more...behind this two games Finella wanted to play as could meet the eye.
So I followed them quickly, not wanting to miss anything of this game.
I sat in a stool at the corner and watched with exictement, what these two powerful girls had in store for us...
And then the music hit...

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(not needded to be listened too but it makes the whole scene that more epic xD)

With the first riff of the late Lemmy Kilmisters bassguitar the white ball slammed with a loud and resounding THUD into the other balls ,like a wrestler who speared into his enemy, crushing him.
The title was "Killed by Death" by Motörhead, not only Fins favourite band, but her favourite song and within seconds two of the full ones got into separate holes.
"Seems you have the half ones...", Fin said as the song took one some tempo and the raspy voice of the leadsinger started to chant away.

Awful, plain awful. This was no singer, Sinatra was a Singer, Pavarotti was a singer, but Lemmy Kilmister? A genius at playing the bass like a guitar and writing songs...but singing? It sounded like the motor of my old VW Beetle when the oil was low but then again, this seemed to be the intention with this particular band..
Then it happened, as Finella took of her santas outfit, presenting a grey tanktop that showed of the sleak muscular build of the Lightweight and also giving the crowd a nice glimpse into her rather inviting cleavage as she throw the jacket away and bent forward to go on...
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KLACK!
Another ball...

"easy...easy...the only time I'm easy is when I'm...Killed by Death...Killed by Death..."

I could'nt help but feel that Finella was on the warpath, but not with tanks and weapons but psychologically.
"You know..", she began and confirmed my theory.
"I have nothing against Britain, or England, not at all. I love it. This old Hammer Horror Movies? Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing...man, I don't need pornhub when I throw in "Horror of Dracula", I tell you. Great direction and music too. Listen, my favourite band, an Englishman too, Harmonia is an avid Ozzy Osbourne fan, can you imagine?", she asked and sat on one of the corners, looking at a ball but also directly at Chelsea who stood across the table ,fixating her.
"Yes, I really, really, reaaally, dig britain and its great and famous men..."
And with that I knew what she had in mind.
She shot, missed and shrugged.

"Your turn Chels...", she said and grabbed her beer, took a long sip and looked at Chelsea aiming at the ball.
"...sadly that does'nt count in your women. Thats were your problem lies, Chels.", she said and at the dimmly lit end of the table, Fin stood, leaning onto it as she looked at Chelsea who took aim.
"I mean, there are some exceptions...maybe after a good visit to the dentist, and getting their ugly hair made...but still...the women of your country seem to be the weakest link...as so good presented by you and your sister at LAW. I mean, you put up quite a show against the Carnival Girls yeah, but at the end? You lost, outnumbered, maybe but still, and this is like a red line through you careers. Sure here and there, there was a victory but at the end of the day, that were some flukes and lucky shots. When we wrestled you it was your sisters dumb clumsiness that caused Harmonia to go down. In any other match she would have put her down like an old, sick dog..."
Harsh words, really, but Finella wanted to come under Chelseas skin, making her vulnerable...she tested her. Tested her for things to come.
I shivered. Usually at the Eagles nest there was this kind girl who read comics, watched Horror Movies, played Switch with her friend Sheila...but when she entered the ring...the Hellraiser broke through and now I finally understood why she got that name...what happened at this underground fights Fin, what did they do to you or...what did you do to them...
All eyes were on the table and the song was still running.

Killed by death...killed by death...

"You have everything to prove and all to lose Chelsea Forster. You are here for years, I am here for months...and I beat your sorry ass...", the Austrian whsipered gleefully and her uneven coloured eyes, shimmered in the dim light, her blue one, like the blues orbs of Harmonia and the yellow one, looking like a full moon.
This was'nt Finella Edelstein on this table, it was the Hellraiser and just like the tagline of the movie with the same name she was "Ripping Chelseas soul apart"...

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[CaptainL]

There was one thing Chelsea had to admit about Finella, however begrudgingly - the girl knew her way around a pool table. She'd had her own fair share of games to her name, and she'd earned a reputation in the scene around Liverpool, but at the sight of Finella pocketing two balls at once with the same shot, she realized she just might be evenly matched. A twitch came to Chelsea's eyelid as she fixed her gaze unblinkingly and unmovingly on the action. This, to her, was a battle as pitched and as important as anything that played out in the ring, and above all, she couldn't let her rival take away the victory.

When Finella slipped off her coat, too, Chelsea realized that it was an unspoken challenge. In her own way, without fists or even words, Finella was posturing herself as the stronger, the more confident, the better of the two, showing off her toned muscles - her muscles that rippled and tensed as she got into position over the table, reminding Chelsea of those same muscles that had ripped at her hair, bludgeoned her body, and thrown her like a limp ragdoll just two weeks prior. Anything Finella could do to the pool cue she would be just as eager to do to Chelsea herself. The blonde bit her lip, feeling the threat - but she couldn't let it go unanswered, either. She wouldn't let Finella one-up her in anything, whether that be the games they played or the battle of wits they waged even now.

With a huff, she slipped off her own coat, rolling up her sleeves as she leaned down over the table. Compared to Finella's tank top, wasn't didn't quite as rough and ready of a look, but it would do. Shortly thereafter, her eyes going to Finella's larger chest, she covertly undid a few buttons on her shirt. She wasn't jealous, she told herself. She was just getting even.

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As Finella kept at it, pocketing a few more balls, she kept going on, making excuses for Britain. Chelsea couldn't even accept it as a peace offering. It was beyond matters of nationality now; Finella had wronged her personally, and as a person Chelsea could never forgive her. It didn't matter if Finella respected England's musicians, or even if Harmonia liked Ozzy Osbourne, which she would never have seen coming. It was still Finella, and that was all she cared about. "What are ye yammerin' on 'bout now?" she muttered, but went unanswered.

The next shot missed, and the turn passed to Chelsea. But then, as the blonde accepted the cue and aimed her next shot, Finella let the next line drop, insulting Britain's women. Chelsea's eye twitched, and she growled under her breath, glancing up at Finella. Insulting her countrywomen was bad enough, but bearable. Now it was the time for her to prove Finella wrong, and as she struck at the cue ball to pocket one ball, then the next, she went about working her magic.

It was as Chelsea was drawing back for her next shot that everything changed - when Finella brought up her previous match with the Carnival Girls. "What..!?" She jerked her head up from the table, looking her opponent in the eye. As much as she hated to admit it...it was true. Their feud with the Carnival Girls had been one that was long in the making, with the Bunnies out to outwit them and outwrestle them at every turn. It had gone up to the highest levels of LAW when they met at the PPV, and yet...the British Bunnies had still lost. Chelsea and Molly's win records were less than spectacular, both as a team and on their own, and Chelsea was hardly fond of that fact. She'd been one to blame her losses on outside factors, or her opponents' dumb luck. But for once, Finella was actually making her have second thoughts. More than anyone else had, Finella made her question how well she could stack up.

Her frustration fueled her, and she struck the next ball with more intensity than those before, causing it to loudly ricochet off the edge of the table before rolling into the pocket. "Talk big all ye want," Chelsea groaned, "come de big show, you'll shut up about it, like." But for once, she wasn't quite sure of herself. She was only saying that to convince herself. And, as she looked back up to see Finella staring back at her, her shining eyes practically piercing into her very soul...for a second, a trail of sweat ran its way down Chelsea's brow.

The Englishwoman looked down at the setup of the table, and she drew back for her next shot. She aimed right at a cluster of three balls - it was a shot she'd made before, and one that she was sure could stifle the thoughts of even the most intrusive of critics if it landed. But when she drew back, the tip of her cue wavered, and the cue ball went off at an angle, dropping into one of the pockets. Chelsea stood there in silence, staring into space for a few seconds. Then, she bit at the inside of her cheek, passing the cue to Finella with a huff.

"...go ahead, juss try it," she said, her voice a bit softer than usual. "Not like it'll make a difference."