The Wolf and the Bunny (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

The Wolf and the Bunny...met at the Wolf and the Bunny.
What sounded like a silly english childrens rhyme was in fact nothing childish or silly but a serious bout between two fighters using their wits and words instead of their sore bodies.
No one who knew them , knew what they did, knew what they were about, would misinterpret any of this then just a form a match.
Their bodies were not in the shape to tear into each other so soon again, so the words had to do the talk.
And the gestures.
Finella stripped of her jacket, presenting her lucious and surprisingly strong body she had developed fighting in illegal underground matches. This were not the indies were Chelsea had started, god knew what kind of sick and twisted matches they had down there. And then I saw it the first time...there was a scar at her back, right above the right kidney as she went out of the jacket, pulling her tanktop up a little in the process.
This wound hat not been made by a knife...it was too small and to..uneven.
A shiver went down my spine.

Chelsea, the Liverpooler Brawler on the other hand seemed almost "clean" against Finellas appearence but as some wise men said: Appearances could
be misleading and this was the case with Molly Forster.
Her victory ratio was'nt high that was true, but this was'nt particulary a mistake of the englishwoman.
When the Bunnies and my Roommates had their match, I was sure to get informed about the hard hitting High Flyers from the british Isles.

Chelsea Forster, stubborn, strong, and very short on temper and Molly Forster, young, determined and always good for a surprise.
What I have appreciated most about them was what they could take only to get up again.
And I was sure, in a regular fight, without Molly shoving Harmonia into a flagpole, they would have won as they simply were the more experienced wrestlers, the Austrians were maybe stronger and used the moment of surprise but now I just could'nt wait for this match to get down.
Anxiously I watched them as my fingers grabbed the pint of bitter between my hands hard, swallowing it and call for the next.
My leg was all but forgotten as I watched these two hellcats getting it on right before my eyes...

But slowly it seemed that Chelsea had gotten nervous.
I saw her body stiffen at the words of the Hellraiser who just stood across the table, looking at her, the stick behind her neck, staring into Chealses soul and trying to reach it, sink her claws and teeth in it and rip it to shredds.
I watched such things before, but only with the most formidable fighters.
What was presented here today was nothing short of an epic.

"Oh Chels...", Finella gave a wolfish grin and walked out of the shadows into the light.
She grabbed for the cueball and placed it.
She walked behind Chelsea and bent forward, her head next to the Blonde.
"Surely you can do better. That was just dissapointing...like a carefully prepared move...going wrong and giving your opponent the chance to hurt you even more.", she said and, still standing behind her and striking the white ball with one arm.
CLANK!
"And more..."
CLANK!
"And more..."
CLANK!
"And more until your are just a broken mess thet can't even comprehend why it has lost...aka you Chels.", she whispered and turned away...three balls were missing...and only the black 8 remained...instead of the halfballs that were cluttered messily around the table.

I was breathless as was Chelsea.
The Bunny was close to lose, she tried to give it her all and she still was close to losing it...this 8 ball could more or less have been the boot that sealed their fate, by hitting Chelsea in the head.

And then all pieces fell into place...Finella had recreated a situation like in the PPV. And a Chelsea was the 8 she was about to sink into the corner, ending their efforts at the PPV.

I was starstruck, my dear reader, believe me that.
Now Chelseas head and soul was catapulted back to the last PPV the Bunnies did and lost...and it was the Hellraisers intention all along!
Finella walked to Chelseas side and bent over the table as if to kiss her, but there would be no kiss between those two, never...
"Your move..."

[CaptainL]

Chelsea sucked in a breath and held it there, her teeth clenched and her body stiff, as she saw the scars crossing Finella's body. She knew the girl was tough, but she had no idea she'd gotten in the sorts of fights where this was involved. Sure, Chelsea had a tendency to get herself into bar brawls, and she had a fair few schoolyard scraps in her youth, but Finella's body spoke to a more storied past, one that Chelsea could hardly imagine - and one she didn't know how well she could measure up to. Just what had Finella been doing - and how was she to contend with a woman who had done that?

She shook her head, though. It didn't matter what Finella had done, or what she was capable of - Chelsea couldn't back down from a challenge, and this was surely a challenge. She was her greatest of rivals, and to shrink back from her would be admitting the most hopeless defeat she could imagine.

Chelsea grumbled, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes as Finella came up behind her. "That's juss a spot 'o bad luck," she said. "'appens ter all o' us." And yet, she couldn't help but note the comparisons Finella was making between their game and a wrestling match - and the scenarios she painted couldn't help but lead Chelsea to envision such things happening in the squared circle. Her own insecurities were gnawing at her. Many times she'd faced a rival in the ring, and ultimately come up short. Was this going to happen now?

Finella didn't even need to brace her hand, or line up her shot as she sank three balls into their holes. She walked around Chelsea as casually as she could, while the thud of each ball landing sent another shudder up the Englishwoman's side. Here, Chelsea had thought she could beat anyone at billiards. Now, she wasn't quite sure. And that thought was even more sickening to her - how could she stand to let Finella be better than her at anything?

She'd prove her wrong, that's how. She'd prove she wouldn't be beaten. "Gizza dat," Chelsea said, snatching the cue out of Finella's hand as she offered it. She shot one last parting glare at Finella, finding the wolf girl much too close for comfort. "And stay back. Can't concentrate over yer stench, like."

Grumbling to herself, Chelsea too leaned over the table. She placed the cue ball in front of her, directing it toward each ball that remained. "Ler rus tell ye firkin. Wittin' trash about me? Yeah, I can give dat ter ye. Inna match like dat, you'd expect dat, like. It makes me wanna punch ye, but y'know, that's us job." One ball sank into its pocket. "Beatin' me up? Pssht. I've beun through werse, y'know. Showin' off me smalls? That's gettin' a little low." Another. But if ye bullrag Molly...that's firkin I can't stand." And another. "She can be a beaut sometimes, se. She's 'ead over 'eels fe this dog's brecky o' a country, se. But she's family, and I'm gonna stand up fe 'er."

Another ball landed in its pocket, clearing the table to just three balls - the cue ball, the 8 ball, and one remaining stripe. Chelsea could feel it - her victory was within reach. She lined up her shot, placing the cue ball just beside the striped one.

"And if ye wanna single me out whun I'm out 'ere drinkin', tryin' ter live me best loife, whun I dun evun give a care about wha' yous yodelin', lederhosen-wearin', beer-swillin' strudel-gobblers 'ave ter say, like...thun I'm gonna take exception!"

Her fingers tightened around the cue in a white-knuckled grip. Chelsea drew back on the stick, putting all her anger into her shot...and, to her shock, the ball veered off course. Going past its target, it slammed into the 8 ball with the sound of a crack, the two of them going off in opposite directions - and both sinking into pockets at the same time!

Chelsea couldn't believe what had happened. She stood back up, her lips pursed and her gaze locked on the table. In what was supposed to be one step toward beating the Austrian at her own game...everything had gone terribly wrong, all because she'd lost her cool!

[RedShinigami]

My dear reader, believe me when I tell that the things, happening in this pub right now, set the stage for something no one could ever have imagined.
Fin played mindgames with her rival and it worked as perfect as the young Austrian had hoped for.
Chelsea was nervous, her body stiffend, trails of sweat were pouring down her forhead that came not from the cozy heating in this establishement, oh no, Chelsea Fortsters hand trembled...she was afraid.

And no one could blame her, almost like a dark demon, the Hellraiser had walked around the blonde women, whispered things in her ears, shadows of things that have passed but also shapes of things to come.
Chelsea should fear Finella, this was the Wolfs only intention.
And Chelsea should know that, to whatever game Fin would challenge her, be it billards, wrestling or anything that the outcome could just be with the Hellraiser getting victorious.
I was shaking with excitement myself as I downed my next pint.
That my crappy evening could become so intresting, I never would have guessed when I woke up with a pain as if someone was drilling a rusty nail into my knee.

Finellas slender and slightly muscular built was on plain sight as she had put her jacket away and started to play.
Not wanting to fall behind, Fräulein Forster, followed, delivering her own kind of raw sexyness and indeed Chelsea was a looker too that did'nt need to hide behind her sister or Finella.
All in all this four were a group of strong,hard hitting, highflying, beautiful girls with a relationship to each other that could not be more complicated.
Harmonia and Molly seemed to be one step away to making things official, much to the dismay of their sisters.
Finella hated the Forsters, Molly for hurting Moni and then take her away from her so to speak and Chelsea, as the brit was like a mirrorimage of herself, but instead of embracing their similarities and being good sports about it, these two had teared into each other, just wanting to give hurt and agony.

And then it happened, right before the eyes of all the guests of the pub, this two foreign women, who no one could understand, had reached the end of their match as Finella sent her last three balls into the corner, one after another...
1...2...3...
1...2....3...
1...2...3...Ding..Ding..Ding...
When I got my next pint it hit me.
All became so clear now. This women, as I mentioned before, performed a wrestling match, using the game as replacement for there still broken bodies.
And both women had started of hard...
Finella trade some hard blows to Chelsea before the Englishwoman came back,seizing the advantage just to have it snuck away again by the Hellraiser.
And like a pin in the ring...one ball after another was sent into the whole, like a ref, slapping the mat.

But Chelsea still had a chance, she could kick out if she delivered a perfect game now, something I am sure ,she was capable of...
But Finella seemed to know this too, continuing her assault of words on the englishwoman.
"Seems to me, there is nothing much left Chels...", the Hellraiser said, grabbing for her pint and emptied it before taking the pitcher.
"Hmm...this is rather good. Not as good as our beers but still.", she said and her back turned to Chelsea i utter disrespect to her opponents skills.
It was as if Finella knew what would happen, knew that Chelseas shot was gonna be missing.
She listened closely to what Chelsea had to say and chuckled.
"Stench?", she took a whiff and shook her head.
"Only thing I smell is sweat of fear and shat pants, Chels.", she laughed.
When Chelsea brought up, that Finella could'nt hurt her emotionally and that her words against Molly would'nt be forgotten the Hellraiser turned her head, looking to Chelsea out of the corner of her eyes.
"Believe me, I am as displeased with all of this as you are, you came, get on our nerves and then your sister had the nerve to take Harmonia away from me...", she said and I listened up.
There it was, finally the true colours were showing.
I watched some of the sisters scenes at home and could fill in the last piece of the puzzle.
When Harmonia scolded her on this evening, after she put her body on the line just for her sister, only to see Harmonia getting all love-dovey with her opponent, this was were Fin broke.
I was sure if they had fought another team, and Harmonia meeting Molly outside the ring, there would nothing like this going down in this little Pub in downtown Tokyo right now...and that would be a damn shame.

When Chelsea said that she just wanted to be left alone, not wanted to bullied by Austrians, I smirked. Well she was'nt looking for this confrontation but then again, Finella could'nt possibly know that she was here...could'nt she...
My eyes looked at the menu that was on the table were I sat...
What if she knew? What if she knew that Chelsea would be here?
Finella asked me to come to this pub, I did'nt choose it, she did.
Could that be? Was this all a scheme from the Hellraiser to get to her rival...challenging her?
I knew that I will never get an answer from Fin about this...but I made my decision which version I believed.

The whole room stopped breathing as Chelsea Forster botched the shot.
But she was'nt just botching it, she had the worst outcome there could be.
I saw her striking, heard the smashing of the balls, slamming together like two wrestlers in a lockup...and then both rolled into the wrong corner at the same time.
Chelsea did'nt make it.
She lost
She lost at a game she was good in and known for...
The blow that she had received right now must have been immense.
The british bunny did'nt manage to kick out and as the two balls found their way in their respective corner, the darkhaired Austrian threw her head into her neck starting to laugh.
She laughed loud and long, sucking the misfortune of her opponent in like some sweet nectar as the crowd started to talk and point at the two.
Chelseas was beaten in her own game and everyone had seen it.
And the worst thing surely was the constant, high pitched laughter of her opponent next to her, as if rubbing in her beaten face into the canvas for extra humiliation.

She did'nt say a word,only laughed and laughed and laughed about her psychological game having the awaited results.
"Oh, Chels...and you put up such a good fight...only to be crushed and humiliated again, huh?"
She turned around, both rivals facing each other in a staredown again.
"Just the story of The British Bunnies life. Always trying, never pulling through...a shame.", she said and both women were close to each other, no one backed down.
"Seems this round belongs to me...as will every round...what do you want to play next Chels? Darts? Cards? Fucking Paper, Rock, Scisscors...I beat you at everything, anytime and you know that.", she said and walked on the Chelsea, now being so close that their foreheads touched.
"Come on, its your turn. Tell me how I should beat your sorry, limey ass again."

[CaptainL]

Chelsea was still in shock, staring blankly at the table as the 8-ball sank into its pocket. With the rattle of each ball going down into its hole, she could feel the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. Everything had seemed set up so perfectly, like she was about to pull the rug out from under Finella, tearing her down right when the Wolf thought she'd attained victory. And at the very last minute, that had slipped just out of her fingers. For a moment, Chelsea had been grasped by confidence that she had Finella on the metaphorical ropes, and all the tensions she had just moments before - of not being able to beat Finella, of being forced to admit defeat - melted away. But now, she was keenly reminded of each of them.

It wasn't long before the laughter came. There was no way Finella wouldn't seize on such an opportunity to revel in Chelsea's misfortune, but all that did was stoke the Englishwoman's rage.

Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, Chelsea quickly reminded herself she still had one game left to win - and she wasn't about to let her guard down. Finella still had to believe she was in this 100%. Setting the cue down and gritting her teeth, she leaned over, slapping her hand against the table hard enough to cause the glasses to tremble in an attempt to grab her rival's attention. "Oh, shaddup!" she cried, only to repeat herself when Finella inevitably didn't heed her words. "SHADDUP, I SAID! Like I'd ever be afraid o' anythin' - nah less a bird who thinks she's a dog!" All the same, her face was flushed with a little more than just anger. With every word out of Finella's mouth, Chelsea was being reminded of all the times she'd come up short; all the times she was just shy of greatness. She'd had such anxieties herself, but this time, Finella had picked up on them - and was now using them against her. She was fighting a battle not just with the Hellraiser, but with herself, to keep herself from giving in.

Grumbling, Chelsea took a long swig of her beer before slamming the glass on the table. She rolled her sleeve up further, planting an elbow on the table as she leaned in against Finella. Her forehead pushed up against the Hellraiser's own, the two of them jockeying for position even now - and Chelsea was not about to back down. With her arm flexed, she squeezed her fist tightly, causing the muscles to bulge. It was a display of her strength - and one she hoped would quell Finella's mockery.

"I've 'ad enuff o' yer silly games, like! Ye really think I'm not terugh enuff ter suceed? 'ow's about we see dat fe oselves? One ter one, in an arm wrestlin' match?" She extended her hand forward, offering it to Finella. "Or...are ye gonna run wi' yer tail betweun yer dollypegs?"

[RedShinigami]

Yes the Hellraiser laughed and laughed and laughed...
Why not, this was just to good not to enjoy, I must admit myself.
She had her rival put to shame in front of a whole crowd, when Chelsea was so sure she could beat her.
Of course, no one here except me and Finella could understand her and I had to listen good too but the first round was over.
Chelses lay beaten at the ground.
But there was still fire in this ferocious Bunny as she suddenly sprang to life!
Eagerly I watched as the next round seemed immediatly around the corner.
And what would Chelsea have in store?

I was baffeld...an armwrestling match? Against Finella?
The Hellraiser seemed all to entertained herself and started laughing again.
"What?! Armwrestling? Against me?", she said and flexed on or her arms. It was impressive. Both Edelstein Sisters seemed to have worked on the farm of their grandparents hard as both women sparked a pretty decent biceps for women as delicate looking as them...
Finella flexed her arm in front of Chelsea, pure psychlogy at its core.
"You are quite something Chels, give you that. Ahaha, herrje, Armdrücken will das arme Ding, hast du gehört Karli?", she called over to me and I looked at them.
"Pass besser auf.", I said.
"Chelsea sieht wütend aus."
I urged her to take care as Chelsea looked more then pissed and who could blame her?

The Hellraiser turned around and faced her rival again, forehead to forhead, her eyes piercing into Chelseas.
"You are that stupid, are'nt you? Well it's not my arm getting broken...come on...", she said and waved for the waiter.
"Hey, two whiskey and another music wish!", she said and walked over to a small round table in the middle of the pub where she took a seat and slammed her arm on the table.
"Come on Chelsea, I am not James Bond, meaning I have'nt got all the time in the world!", she grinned as the waiter arrived.
She whispered something in his ear and he nodded.
When Chelsea came she shoved the Whiskey in her direction.
"Drink...you will need it, Chels."
Both women starred at each other as they drank their whiskey and slammed the glass on the table.
"Good...now let's move on to your funeral...", she chuckled and interlocked her fingers with Chelseas.
"Karl!", she said and I knew what she wanted.

"Ja."
I walked over and looked at both of them.
"Good luck, to both of you.", I said and put my hand on their interlocked ones as...
Oh no, she did it again, this time it was the song "Rock n Roll", another one of her favourites that I "could enjoy" at home on regular basis.
Really, how could anyone enjoy that? I looked at the empty whiskey glasses and nodded to myself.
Yes, a bottle would do...
Did I have at least 12 pints today?
Yes.
Was that important?
Not really.

At the count of three I would release them.
They starred each other down, no one was backing down from each other.
When they would clash in the ring again it would become a bout for the ages...
No one spoke, there was nothing to say, even from this more then outspoken, bratty women...
And then I released them...
Part 2 of this fateful night was officially starting...again starting with Lemmy Kilmister singing them in:
][/spoiler]

[CaptainL]

Chelsea had suffered a significant setback, especially when her end goal was to position herself as a capable contender who wouldn't back down from a challenge. Not only had Finella beat her, she had broken her composure, proving to all present that Chelsea wasn't as untouchable as she wanted to be. With Finella laughing, a few of the patrons joined in, something that only made Chelsea angrier. She swore if nothing else she would prove the Hellraiser wrong.

Finella, too, flexed the muscles in her arms, letting them ripple beneath her skin. The two of them were evenly matched; Chelsea could see that as much, as her eyes wandered down to take in the Wolf's physique, comparing her strong arm to her own. Her eyelid twitched, ever so slightly. She still wanted to believe she could win. She was no stranger to these contests either. But even if she did, it'd be close - and Finella's last victory had been enough to make Chelsea think twice when she considered her chances. Much as she wished otherwise, there was a possibility she could lose, a possibility that loomed threateningly over her head.

If those thoughts were going through Chelsea's mind, though, she wasn't about to voice them. Instead, she snorted out a gout of hot air from her nostrils like a bull, one that Finella would surely feel from as close as she was. "Go blather ed about nothin' whun you're around people oo give a damn," she muttered.

When Finella called for two glasses of whiskey to be brought to her table, Chelsea took a drink of her own, slamming the glass down on the table - though she punctuated it with a "Feh!" as she spat some in her foe's direction, purely out of disrespect. Then, the time came when the two of them would lock horns - and Chelsea was on it.

Before the struggle even began, she was posturing and preening in an attempt to show Finella up. If the brunette wanted to show off, Chelsea would just squeeze her hand tighter, her biceps bulging and her knuckles going white, as though she was trying to splinter Finella's bones with brute force alone. Her teeth clenched, with hot breath coming from between the cracks. And, as the music started, Chelsea would quickly get to work, pushing at Finella's arm with all her might to force it over to the side.

"Juss fe ye," Chelsea barked underneath the guitar riffs, "we'll make it two outi three!" She was well aware of the symbolism of Finella's three strikes in their previous game, and she wanted to outdo her. Of course, on a deeper level, she was also happy to accept another chance to win if it didn't work out the first time.

[RedShinigami]

Well here, babe, look at you, in love with someone else
Turned out like all the others, leave me by myself
That's how it works, I guess, and you like all the rest
Guess I can handle it, if that's the way it is...

Lemmy Kilmister started of their fight again and I would lie if I say, it set the tone.
Motörhead was raw and dirty power, as were these women and I had to admit, seeing those two close, testing their strength against each other with gritted teeth, bulged muscles and gazes like wild animals, was quite arrousing.
I was'nt the only one who thought so it appeared as suddenly the guests of the Pub crowded the tables starting to cheer for the two and even placing bets.
Some even recognized them.
"Hey, thats the two who almost killed themselves in this Flag Match!"
"Flag Match?"
"Yeah, England vs Australia!"
"Wow so this Girl is an Aussie?"
"Makes sense for England and Australia to dule it out! Go Down under!"
Finella had only eyes for Chelsea as their bodies started to bulge and the Hellraiser got a good look of her rivals muscles, looking surprised.
And I did too. It was amazing.
This girls were even, in height, in power, in their desire and this my dear reader are the most exciting matches out there. True it was a banger to see a Middleweight going against an heavy and a Lightweight beating a Middleweight like Chris Yukine did with our Veronika but I think the outweighed types were still the best.
There were no absolutes in this bout, everything could happen at any time.

Finella seemed surprised at the amount of defense thst Chelsea gave, sweat and remains of the whiskey her rival spat on her dripping on her face.
As with now there was no sure winner to the first round as both women stood their ground!
Their bicepses and back muscles bulged, their knuckles went white and their bodies started to tremble but they would'nt back down!
I must say that at this point I was walking through the people to get a good look...
As I started to take photos and videos...
This could be it, this was my way into LAW Magazine...

I'm in love with rock 'n' roll, it satisfies my soul
That's how it has to be, I won't get mad
I got rock 'n' roll to save me from the cold
And if that's all there is, it ain't so bad
Rock 'n' roll


Finella grunted and saliva dripped trough her gritted teeth as she and Chelsea did'nt move an inch.
Their faces were close, right above their trembling arms.
"Hmpf...you are better than I expected...but that was to be expected by a caveman like you...", Fin pressed through her teeth, slowly gainig the upper hand with a twist at Chelseas wrist.
"You will lose here too...and then at the PPV...and everytime we will face each other...you are just...too...weak!", she said and tried to get the first fall by pulling back in her direction, surprising Chelsea and then slamming her arm down on the table hard, at least this was her intention..

[CaptainL]

Their arms were locked in an ironclad embrace. Chelsea and Finella's muscles were twitching and spasming against the sheer effort they were forcing their bodies through, but they still didn't go budge more than a hair's breadth apart; each milimeter their intertwined hands moved in one direction was quickly matched in the other. The Englishwoman's brows were pointed down into a baleful glare, her teeth clenched and her eyes fiery. They still had their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting to stray far from one another, and with each push they made at their arms, they shoved their heads and shoulders in closer, as though a simultaneous sumo wrestling match was happening with their skulls. All the while, Chelsea growled, like an animal warning another not to come any closer. This was a contest just as pitched as any that would happen between the ropes, and she was intent on winning it.

"At least I'm nah animal, Miss Wolf," Chelsea muttered - not without a fair share of irony. She herself took to an animal theme, and even beyond that, she was straining against the limits of civilized behavior right now - that was how much her hatred for Finella was, amplified tenfold when the two were face to face. Were it not for the arm wrestling contest keeping her competitive urges satisfied, she would have punched Finella in the face by now. But that was giving her a safe outlet...for now.

Her eyelid twitching, Chelsea felt the Hellraiser force her hand over a few more inches to the side, threatening to pin her arm down. She shifted nervously in her seat, and hoped no one caught her doing so. The stakes couldn't be ignored. She was this close to losing, and to her, even losing a single round to Finella was unbearable! With that determination came a second wind, one born of sheer refusal to be one-upped again. She would shove her arm to the side, attempting to leverage the momentum to catch Finella off her guard!

[RedShinigami]

"What you're talking about...Bunny...kch...Bunny...another thing, what the hell...should this sound threatening?", she asked through gritted teeth.
"Huh, but thats lilekly something your...ngh..braindead sister came up with...". she said and the sparks of hate flew around, hitting the ground around them and setting it on fire.
Oh yes, Finella was out for both of them and she let Chelsea knew that when she had finished her...she would care for the other problem.
Something Harmonia would never let happen...I was shocked and excited the same time what was going to happen between those women.
But Finella did herself no favor with mentioning or maybe threatening Molly as the elder Forster Sister was all but protective about her younger sibling and I think Chelsea in this case, was the more levelheaded of those girls at the table.
She had Molly to on the fateful date with Harmonia, of course she did, but Molly mentioned at some afternoon tea at the Eagles Nest that Chelsea was far from happy but...she let her make her own decisions.
Finella on the other hand was much more brash and may I say, childish about the situation at hand but she also had'nt lashed out on Molly, be it love, respect or fear for her sister I honestly could'nt tell.

Anyway, it seemed that as the song progressed to get to its finale, the first round of the impromptu brawl was going to be decided in favour of Finella as she performed one of the oldest tricks in arm wrestling,giving the opponet sudden space and then slam her arm down in surprise.
But, I will be damned, even if Chelsea was caught of guard, she managed to stay her ground, making the people in her corner cheer louder.
She caught the wolf with her own trick and suddenly things turned as Finella slipped and suddenly Chelsea was on the advantage!
The face of the Hellraiser went into a darker shade of red while her neckmuscles and the arteries under it bulged, trying to get back into a neutral position...but Finella made a mistake against an even opponent and so...as the song reached its end it was Chelsea who slammed Finellas arm on the table to an exploding crowd.

The first round was going to England and my cellphone filmed every second of it as the guests broke out in cheers while Finellas supporters groaned.
"Man, what was that Outback Girl?", one asked her and Finella grabbed his tie.
"Halt...die...Schnauze...Arschgesicht!", she screamed and slammed his face on the table before shoving him aside.
Pissing Finella off was the last thing anyone should do now.
"Oh, she is german! That makes sense too."
"Yeah but it was Australia vs England, I am sure!"
"Maybe she is half german?"
Finella looked Chelsea in the eye, their gazes had never parted even when the Brit celebrated her victory.
"Enjoy it Chels, enjoy winning because I slipped because the next two are mine.", she warend and called for the waiter and two new whiskey.
The poor guy came and gave the downed guest next to Finella a concerned look before setting the drinks up.
"Hey...two buckets with ice...", she ordered and the man did'nt follow at first before he saw the girls rubbing their arms.
Finella raised her whiskey.
"To you Chels...", she said and shoved the burning liquid into the face of her opponent, a collective frown went through the crowd as Chelsea got hit in the eyes with it.
Finella only chuckled and grabbed the second whiskey, downing it with one quick move as the buckets came...

[CaptainL]

"As a matti o' fact," Chelsea cut back with, "wasn't 'er idea at all. Dun blame me, blame de fans oo thought I lewked like one, wit' me 'air done up 'n all..." She glanced up at the black ribbon tied in her hair, but tightened her grip on Finella's hand all the same, giving it another shove as she hissed through her teeth. She wouldn't let idle conversation let her mind stray away from what mattered - that she was out to show Finella she had no place even thinking of messing with her. The fact that the Hellraiser thought she could get away with insulting Molly only cemented that deeper in Chelsea's mind, and she leaned closer over the table, hissing at Finella with a huff and drumming her fingertips against the back of her rival's hand. "And if ye call 'er braindead one more time, I'll show ye wha' bein' braindead lewks like!"

Finella had tried to fake Chelsea out, conserving her strength and letting her work her arm over before she would snap it back into place against the table. The blonde's teeth clenched and her eye bulged in its twitching socket as she looked down at their struggle, fighting with every ounce of her strength to keep her opponent's arm off of hers. But what Finella didn't realize was that Chelsea knew her way around contests like these, and she wasn't going to fall for her tricks. In fact, she could use those same tricks against her, as she suddenly shoved Finella's arm back across the table - and slammed it against its surface, scoring the first fall!

Instantly, the stern look on Chelsea's face turned to a satisfied smirk, as she watched the angry outburst from Finella. She leaned over the table, calmly folding her arms beneath her. She'd managed to break through whatever little composure Finella had, and that was a prouder accomplishment for her than anything. "You wuz sayin'?"

She had to admit that she was a little impressed when Finella slammed the patron's face into the table, but it wouldn't change the fact it was still Finella - and she was still taking her down. "Se, se," she muttered, rolling her eyes to the brunette's boasts. "Make all de excuses ye want...ye won't evun gerra third try!"

The whiskey was brought to their table, and Chelsea was quick to raise her glass - just before Finella spat the stuff into her eyes! She let out a gasp, falling back in her seat, and spilling a fair amount over herself. Chelsea was hardly any stranger to dirty moves herself, but coming from Finella, it stung in a whole new way. Nothing got under her skin like the thought of her opponent getting one over her - and, as she sputtered and gasped, with whiskey dripping down her face, she was all the more enraged by the stinging sensation in her eyes. Gnashing her teeth, she slammed a fist on the table that rattled their glasses. "FOOKIN' 'ELL!" she cursed.

When the buckets of ice water was set down beside the two girls, Chelsea bent down to scoop up some water, rubbing her eyes with it. At last the pain abated, and she blinked them open, fixing her gaze on Finella with a look of pure hatred. A part of her wanted to pick up the bucket and dump the whole thing over her head, but she sucked back that urge - for now. She still had time to show Finella up, and she didn't need to stoop to her level to do that. Chelsea leaned forward again, planting her elbow on the table and extending a hand to her opponent. Her fingers clenched, and her muscles rippled with tension. "All rite, let's try dat again. And let's see if you're gon'ter try me without yer cheap tricks, like..."