The Wolf and the Bunny (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

Well I be damned, it seemed the table had turned in this match up between those two hellcats and Chelsea Forster was back in the game again.
It seemed that all the fear and psychological warfare, that Fin had used to get to her was washed away by the proud and unwavering spirit of the liverpool girl!
Dear Reader, I am not known for my dramatic outburtsts or comparisions but what happened here in this little pub was pure wrestling magic!
Even if they did'nt slam around each other, they were obviously having an intense fight of wits, pride and strength.
And after a formidable first game, it seemed that the Hellraiser has bitten off more then she could chew, for now at least, I am sure Finella was determined as ever to show her rival her place now.

Ooooh, the whiskeyspat was a nasty move but then again, neither Chelsea nor Finella were known for their inring fairness and Chelsea had done the same thing, maybe not so excessive, on her opponent before their first turn so I could forgive that.

"Blöde Arschlöcher, was macht ihr hier überhaupt?", she grunted and shoved the downed patron away woth her boot.
Then she looked at the other guys surrounding her and jerked her head forward, making the men jump
backward.
Finella laughed and her eyes gleamed.
"Whats wrong? Look at this Chels, they are afraid of us little girls...", she grinned and the guys heads could'nt get any more red as their friends laughed at them.
And for a short time, only a few seconds I saw both of them grinning, both on one wavelength, showing to me that there were indeed a possibility for this women to become friends, if there were'nt so much animosity.
Both girls were alike, strong, proud, foulmouthed and drinking, it could have been a given but instead of embracing their similarities they developed a rivalry about it. But for this one seconds they understood each other and laughed at the same thing. Namely the fact that this two girls were the thoughest patrons in this Pub full of big, grown, men.
It was true, two young lightweight girls were calling the shots right now in this pub full of big and strong men.
The presence of these two formidable fighters were enough to make anyone humble.
"Yeah, like,like, like, what does like mean anyway? Learn proper english you trash.", Finella said totally denying the fact that she herself sounded like a genderbent Arnold Schwarzenegger.
She dipped her elbow into the ice and looked at Chelsea.
"Nice trick Chels, but don't flatter yourself, still two more rounds to dance.", she grinned and put her arm back on the table again, locking in with Chelseas fingers.
"This is just a starter...I can't wait to crush you when we have our match...", the Hellraiser smiled and I put my hands on their hands again.
"Girls, play nice.", I said and released them for round two.
Both women immediatly back at trying to push the other woman down, their gazes locked, their foreheads pressed together...and amongst all the hate and animosity...I saw something in their eyes. Namely a glimmer of fun and arrousement. They loved to hate each other and trying to test their abbilities on an opponent who was on their level. No one of these girls would admit it...but they had fun with each other...
True, a very brutal way of fun, but still...

[CaptainL]

Chelsea couldn't even take Finella's quip as a compliment. Whether or not their presence was enough to intimidate a room full of larger men into stunned silence, she still wasn't going to give anything out of the Hellraiser's mouth the time of day, and she balked at the thought of being called a "little girl" too. After all, she was drinking, picking fights, and cursing up a storm, not that most people here could make out a word she was saying!

She grit her teeth, leaning closer to the table as she readied her grip. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, awaiting the moment when her rival's hand would be placed in hers, while with her other hand she impatiently drummed her fingers on the table. She couldn't wait to crush this irritating twat's hand in her own. In fact, she might as well get that done with now, arm wrestling be damned! Finella certainly wasn't helping her patience when she began mocking Chelsea's accent, to which the blonde rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Yeah, yeah...don't tell me ye dun sound de same way ter everyone else, Miss I'll-Be-Back-Lamentations-O'-Their-Womun-Put-Dat-Cewkie-Down-Norra-Tumer-Blah-Blah-Blah! Lerrus tell ye one thin', like, you're not sellin' out any concert 'alls any time soon!"

Even as Karl tried to calm down the tensions between the two, his pleas fell on deaf ears. Chelsea wasted no time in grabbing Finella by the arm, and in an instant she was off. She took the Wolf's hand, pushing back at it with all her might as she hissed and groaned. She leaned in forward with her head and shoulders, attempting to steer her opponent backward, just to muscle her way into that much more space. She could afford not even an inch to her hated enemy.

[RedShinigami]

Chelsea really did'nt intend to get the least cordial with her rival as there was just too much that happened between them, that was for sure. still it woudl have been nice to see if the girls could at least see eye to eye on one subject: That they owned this place right now, calling the shots and outmuscle some of the skinnier guys here.
But this was'nt about to happen as everything that left Fins mouth was poison and bitter bile for Chelsea who seemed to gag on it in disgust. Then again, it was some well wanted heat for their feud so I would'nt complain...but still I watched them and looked to it that they would'nt kill each other in an English Pub in Tokyo..
I already saw the headline.
"Wolf and Bunny killed in freak double murder at the Wolf and the Bunny."

It was Finellas turn to grunt.
Not only was she a proud Austrian but a proud Styrian to be exact, a part of Austria in the southeast where the most famous Austrian today hailed from.
Finella was born in Arnold Schwarzeneggers birthtown and grew up no to far from his homevillage, taking massive pride in this fact.
"Oh, we talking...ngh... Arnie quotes now? Well..ghhg...then as avid moviebuff I shall not...hngh...dissapoint you...", the wolf grinned as their red heads budded together again while their arms trembled in a steady fight with each other, their knuckles white like bone.
Still there were fans of them who cheered them on and took bets and it seemed that Chelsea took the place of favourite, with her impressive first fall victory. Finella took this unscathed, for her only Chelsea was important.
Suddenly the Brit got advantage again and their heads, sweating, burning and smelling of whiskey came close again while Chelseas fans cheered.
But Finella knew what she did as she spread her fingers, grabbed again and then suddenly pulled Chelsea over in a show of raw strength.
"Fuck you asshole...Terminator 1984...", she grinned and suddenly her head jerked forward, hitting the british bunnies forehead with a resounding thud!
Neither Chelsea nor Fin were known for their clean tactics and this matchup was more then pure armwrestling, I was sure that that soon their whole bodies would get involved in this legendary test of strength.
Finella quickly changed position again, grabbing from another angle.
"Chels, remember when I said I kill you last..."
There arms trembled and Chelsea barely held on...
"...I lied..."
And with that she smashed the brits arm down to a cheering crowd of big men who eagerly exchanged yennotes over the heads of the opponents.
She grinned at Chelsea.
"Commando...1985...", she said and shrugged.
"Seems the bunny walked to deep into the rabbithole,huh?"
But Finellas victory came with a price...as a sharp
sensation flodded her arm as she put Chelseas arm on the table.
"Timeout...", she said and leaned back.
"Toiletbreak, If you don't mind, love.", she said demeaningly and stood up from the table, setting up the excitement in the pub for the last round.
She walked by Chelsea and in another show of domination pressed her impressive rack in Chelseas head from behind as she leant over her, looking down at Chelsea and Chelsea looking back.
"Don't run away...", she chuckled and wiggled her lucious boobs a little, making Chelseas head shake with it as she went back to the toilets.
There were cheering and a good time all around, guys counting their money, ordering beer, it became...like a little party. I liked it.
I looked at Chelsea sitting there with a blank and hateful stare and sighed.
I got up and came to her from the side.
"Hey, Miss Forster. I know you have'nt have the best opinions on Austrians right now but believe me, like my country I am neutral. Karl Schneider, Correspondent for Wrestling Impact. The magazines HQ is in London, we brought some articles and picture series about you.", I said and looked at her nursing her arm.
"May I take a look?"
He pointed to his leg.
"I was a ringrat too, the "Grim Reaper", over in America. Almost made it to WWE until...yeah. And I know my way around a wrestlers body, so I could look at that.", I offered, as both my fellow wrestler and Dad Instincts hit.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea groaned, her lips drawing back further to bare her teeth in a snarl. She had attempted to taunt Finella by mocking her accent, but the Wolf seemed unshakable - she managed to turn the insult against her, bragging about her knowledge of movie quotes. The blonde's brow furrowed, and she hissed in frustration. This wasn't what she wanted at all! She couldn't even get under Finella's skin when she tried! As they linked hands and began to push, Chelsea's fingers coiled tighter around Finella's hand, her nails pointed toward her skin. If she couldn't get in under her skin figuratively, she'd be more than happy to do so literally - but of course, that wasn't why they were here.

Finella, of course, had plenty of her own tricks up her sleeve. She gave a sharp tug at Chelsea's arm, one that sent the Englishwoman lurching forward against the edge of the table! She gasped, her balance shaken; she felt for a few brief seconds that she might fall over before she grabbed at the edge of the table to hold herself in place. Finella, though, was ready for that. Her head shot forward, her skull landing against Chelsea's with a smack, and with a groan, the Brit cracked backward, sputtering and coughing! "Why, ye-!" Chelsea snapped.

Finella had taken this a step farther, and Chelsea refused to do anything short of matching her. She kicked out with her legs under the table, hoping to strike at her rival with them - but it was too late. Chelsea had already been shaken by the headbutt, and the stablity in her stance was tested, causing her to wobble back and forth in place. That was all Finella needed to slam her arm flat against the table!

Now, the second round had passed, and the two of them were tied. Chelsea drew her arm back, rubbing at her elbow, and when she looked back up at Finella, her teeth clenched in a hateful snarl. "Dat one shouldn't count!" she protested, striking the surface of the table with the tip of her down-turned finger. "Ye juss got me by sprise!" But the fact made it all the more unbearable for Chelsea. Even when it came to their dirty tricks, the Hellraiser was staying a step ahead of her.

She crossed her arms and fumed at her end of the table. Trying to reclaim some semblance of moral and intellectual superiority, Chelsea rolled her eyes to her opponent's departure. "Yeah, yeah, you're scared 'o me, ye can admit it." But her frustration showed in the strain in her voice, and it grew even more as Finella pressed her chest behind Chelsea's head, reminding the English girl of how she easily eclipsed her in size - just one other thing that made Chelsea hate her. She sputtered as Finella shook herself, causing her head to jiggle from side to side in the process. "Hey, hey-!" But soon enough, Finella left the scene, leaving Chelsea to sink sullenly in her chair as she let her fist slam against the table.

Chelsea wasn't in the mood to entertain others right now - which made her all the more frustrated when Karl came up to her side. Hugging her arms closer to herself, she turned in place, shooting a glare at the reporter. Normally, Chelsea would be flattered by the thought of getting coverage in the press, but right now, her mood was soured. Particularly at the comment about taking a look at her. "Piss off! Ay ye tryin' ter hit on me, like? Not de time!"

[RedShinigami]

Finella grinned as she leaned on the british Bunny and pressed her impressive rack against the head of Chelsea.
Another pure show of dominance from our heelish Tweener from Hell.
I shook my head...the site of these two girls going against each other...was simply arrousing. I can't describe it otherwise and if course, both women were more then attractive but when Chelsea accused me of hitting on her, I was a little hurt.
I grabbed my cellphone and opened a Wikipedia Page, showing it to Chelsea.

"There! Grim Reaper, thats me! Just more muscular...", I grunted and decided to tell the truth.
"I live with the Eagles Roster but I am not here to take a side Fräulein Forster.", I said honestly.
"I just want to help. Trust me and no, even if you are a very attractive woman I will no hit on you.
I watched your fight the whole time and I am a fan of your work. What you and Molly do, your action in the ring, is firstclass. Look...I know that you hate Finella but there is no need to hate all Austrians out there too...she is just a special kind that we usual don't get either, we call them "Sauschädel" in our country.", I said and then sighed.

"You held your arm and the angle where he was in, was'nt pretty so please ,could cost you the third round, I just want to take a look. I really believe you can do this, you hear? So don't waste your chance with stubborness!",I said with all honesty I could muster for Chelsea and felt the "Dad" rising up in me again before it happened...I could'nt even say if it was total chance or God smiled down at Chelsea but some guys entered the bar...sounding like..well Chelsea.

Finally a bewzer! let's get firkin ter bevvy er ay freeze ter death!
hey, whats go'n ed e'yer?
wait, is'nt dat Chelsea Forster?
what? why should fuck'n Chelsea Forster be e'yer?
thuz she sits yous shithead! a
I'll be damned!
The Scousers walked over to Chelseas table.
One 'alf o' de british bunnies!
hello bird, 'ow yous do'n?
what's go'n ed e'yer?
We wuz e'yer ter see yer strike, damb shame wa' 'appened against doz damn krauts'.
Now I was stunned. This were some of the english fans that had come to Japan to watch the big match. LAW surprised me everday.
Anyway it seemed that all went well before Finella came back.
Wait, is'nt dat de kraut claptrap?
[/b]

Finella walked over and smiled as she walked the Fans of her opponent by, seemingly wihout any care.
The men shot her hateful looks, all of them looked like the main cast of the movie holligan and suddenly I was afraid...not for Fin but for those poor souls that had walked in here.
Finella walked them bye and suddenly turned to one of them, smiling, not a care in the world.
Wa'? wa' do yous want yous ass? bewgaroff, fuck'n kraut!
And with that Fin had grabbed his arm, twisted it around in an hammerlock and kicked the poor guy between his legs, making him fall to his knees.
"I don't know which wind brought you here but you will shut your damn, stupid , fucking mouth! Are we clear?"
"Ye..."
"Speak proper english!", she snarled and tugged at the poor guys arm.
"Ah, yes, yes dammit! I will shut my mouth!"
Finella growled and looked at the other Scousers collected among Chelsea.
"Same thing goes for all of you, you wasted livingspaces..."

Then her gaze went to Chelsea again.
"Waiter...last two whiskeys for us.", Fin said and when the glasses were set down she nodded.
"Take it. Last round. Lets do something new for once and just keep that stuff to ourselves,huh? You think we could do that?", she asked and raised her glass.
"Don't forget...winner decides the match...", she said and I watched both women drank...before Fin slammed her elbow back on the table.
"Come on bitch, lets finish this!", she said and locked up with Chelsea again.
For the last time this evening I grabbed their hands an sighed.
"Fight!"
There was no more to say...
And so the final chapter of the evening went down...

[CaptainL]

Chelsea's eyes widened a bit as she saw the image pop up on Karl's phone. Turns out, this guy really did know what he was talking about; she thumbed through the page, glancing at his accomplishments. "Well, I'll be..." she muttered to herself. She had to nod her head to Karl's praise; even if she didn't know too much about him - and even if she was in a sour mood and less than receptive to holding a conversation right now - she still knew to take a compliment when she saw one. "Listun 'ere, now," she said, "you're givin' me a perfectly sound reason ter give yer country a pass. Finella, dough...can't say I can say de same fe 'er, like."

Then, she listened in as Karl explained how her form had been off in the last round of their arm wrestling contest. Her eyes widened, at first amazed by his keen eye. Had he really analyzed her stance so closely, and seen where she had all gone wrong? And for that matter, he had advice for her - advice that could turn the tides of where this contest was heading. Both Chelsea and Finella had a win to their name, and this last round would decide everything - it would make all the difference between if Chelsea would prove herself on the Hellraiser's level, or if she would yield total defeat to her hated foe. That was a prospect she simply couldn't contend with. She wanted to believe she didn't need his advice; that she'd do just fine on her own. But she sat thinking just long enough to realize that, perhaps, the stakes were too high not to take such an opportunity.

Chelsea was shaken out of her thoughts when the door swung open, and she was greeted by a gust of cold air blowing in from the outside. She turned around to face the incoming crowd - all of whom she recognized by their accents alone as her countrymen, and soon enough they recognized her! For perhaps the first time tonight, Chelsea felt pleased. She sat up straighter in her seat with a grin, waving her fans over. "Ah! Now you're speakin' me lingo!" she called out. "Allow me ter do de 'onors," she added, taking out her wallet and ready to buy a round of drinks. Even the comment reminding her of her team's loss didn't bother Chelsea, though she did roll her eyes to it. She was happy to know she had people to back her up - and, more importantly, Finella didn't. Anything that let her feel like she had one up on the Wolf was something she was happy to hold onto.

But it was just then that everything changed - as Finella walked back into the room. Chelsea could tell already that trouble was brewing, even before the first blow was thrown. There was no chance these men would back away from picking a fight - and Finella wasn't going to take their insults lying down, either. She winced as they cursed Finella out, knowing exactly what was in store for them. And, when the Wolf drove her foot right into the man's groin, Chelsea could practically feel it herself.

Around the same time, the door swung open once again. Another crowd of foreigners came in, speaking to each other in German, their voices accented similarly to Finella's own. All of them were riding a high, throwing high-fives to one another and cheering even before they saw the scene before them. Chelsea instantly knew why these people were here, and her teeth clenched in a snarl. The Austrians had their own fans, and they too were here to celebrate.

"Hah!" one man laughed, looking at the destruction wrought around them. "You see that? Looks like someone forgot how the match went!"

"That's why you don't mess with Austria!" another chimed in. Another still gave Finella a clap on the shoulder, while a fourth laughed at Chelsea. "Run away from the big, bad wolf, little bunny!" he noted, something that caused the Englishwoman to tremble faster with rage as she slammed a fist against the table. At such words, Chelsea's supporters grew tense, some of them raising fists and shooting glares back at the "krauts" - but Chelsea raised her arm, beckoning them to step back. Seeing the tension between the two wrestlers, they fell silent. It wasn't a matter of England vs. Austria any more. This was between Chelsea and Finella, and it was for them to settle alone.

The next round of whiskey glasses was brought to the table, and Chelsea downed hers without a second thought, nodding to Finella with a grumble. Then, as she slammed it down on the table, she cracked her knuckles, then leaned in to take her opponent's hand, squeezing it with all her might. It was all down to this...

[RedShinigami]

Wow, for the first time this evening, or maybe ever, I saw something that resembeld at least a little honest smile of Miss Chelsea Forster.
Dear reader, if you know the British Bunnies and their matches as I do, you know that Chelsea only had smiles and grins on display when she had a beaten foe to her feet or a cheating move went rather smoothly for her and her sister without a ref noticing.
But here I almost could see the other Chelsea Forster, a Chelsea that Molly knew, someone you could be funny, nice and maybe even kind.
It was nice to see her pretty face not in a grimace of contempt or hate but in surprise as I showed her my photo.
And I must admit, of course I am 12 years her senior that I found Chelsea quite beautiful, no need to hide behind her sister.
Forgive me dear reader, this was just my opinion as a man, with manly thoughts.

When the door opened and the Scousers came in I was'nt TOO surprised as english tourists going to an english pub was something
that was like a pretty commonwealth thing...commonwealth, you get it?
I drift away again, anyway, Chelseas sweet face turned into grin again and I sighed, byebye, innocent Chelsea, you are buried deep behind actual Chelsea.
But that was ok, because actual Chelsea was damn fun too.
She bought the guys some drinks and I must say, seeing Chelsea interact with her people, with her fans even, warmed my heart as she just seemed to lighten up...that was before Finella came back, having no care in the world as she passed by the gruff looking Scousers who tried to stare her down, but of course, even if Sean Connery would come out of his grave and would ride in with Chuck Norris, those two girls were the toughest patrons in this pub, no doubt about that.
And Finella proved her point as she picked the biggest one of the guys, glancing at him and getting the reaction she wanted before she had the guy who was like two times her height on his knees, begging in perfect oxford english.

But now Chelsea had fans and someone who supported her...
Would Finella be faced by that?
It di'nt seem like it, as she did business as usual, ordered drinks, and this time she even had the decency to keep them in her mouth as did Chelsea who got a strong reaction from the guys, seeing her girl gulping down the whiskey like water.

But then they came...I knew them...I feared them...Austrian Sportfans...
The big difference between english hooligans and austrian hooligans was that the brits struck first and the austrians would
start with being annoying before they throw punches and suddenly all made sense to me as I looked at those girls.
Fin had annoyed, belittled and mocked Chelsea from the first second in this match, maybe feeling that she was an equal Alpha Animal and wanted to show her dominance.
Maybe it was a mix of everything, but anyway the Austrians went by, of course starting with demeaning quotes, but as bad as that sounded, they did it not out hate or something but they wanted a reaction, they provoked their rivals into saying something bad back and having fun with it.
Well, thats how we roll in our small in land but big in spirit, alpine country.

So the shots were fired between the teams and the Scousers were eager to let their fists do the talk but with a swift motion of her arm, this dominant lady named Chelsea Forster sent them back behind her chair.
Finella smiled as she met her countrymen and laughed,told a joke, and was just having fun with them...it was a nice sight too see as even Chelsea seemed to have fun with her townspeople.
The Austrians insisted of buying the Hellraiser a Beer and as Fin emptied the whiskey, a big mug of beer followed in his spot.
And, as a little show of contempt for her rival, they put a small glass of beer next to it and shoved it in front of Chelsea.
"But beware Bunny, drink slowly! Or else you may get sick...", they said and laughed their asses of...quite similar to how Fin had laughed at Chelsea.
"Do yous wanna choss wi' us yous fuck'n wankers? go back ter yer mountain 'uts and fuck yer fatassed strudelgretels"
The Austrians looked at each other.
"What did the guy say?"
"Don't know but we should call a hospital, sounds like he had a stroke!"
"RUHE!"
Suddenly all was silent as the Hellraiser had spoken.
"Keep your mouths shut, all of you. This is between me and Chelsea. You can cheer us but don't you even dare to interfere..", she said with a low voice and her eyes gleamed in the dim lights of the pub as their hands slapped together with loud clapping sound, both women squeezing as hard as they could, gritting their teeth in pain.
And with my sign it was on...
Finella wanted to start out strong again and already let all her muscles work to bend Chelseas arm over, getting early advantage...
Meanwhile their respective fans were just all to eager to cheer them.

[CaptainL]

Had Chelsea and Finella not been there to quell the impulses of their countrymen, things could have looked a lot different by now. The tensions between the two girls were already riding high after their match, and their respective fans were unlikely to forget it any time soon. Any confrontation between the fans of Team England and Team Austria - let alone their representatives in LAW - could easily have devolved swiftly into an all-out brawl. But that wasn't what Chelsea and Finella would want, rabble-rousers as they might have been. This fight was between them, and they weren't going to let anyone forget it.

Chelsea huffed, her eyelid twitcing with barely restrained rage as one of the Austrians set a beer glass on the table that paled in comparison to Finella's own. The Englishwoman entertained the thought of throwing it back in his face, but one of her own supporters were quick to step in, and things were moving too quickly for even Chelsea to keep track of. But it was Finella, this time, who silenced the commotion, as she echoed the same sentiments her rival had known all along. For just a moment, a smile crossed Chelsea's face. She never thought she'd be so much as entertaining the thought when Finella was concerned, but it seemed the two of them had found common ground. They could both agree that this was a matter of personal pride. That, Chelsea conceded, was the smartest thing she'd heard Finella say in her life.

But the match was on, and Chelsea knew she couldn't take any attention off what mattered. All she could focus on now was overtaking and dominating Finella, as she should have from the beginning! Her teeth tightened in a snarl, and her brow furrowed in focus. She leaned closer to the table, leveraging her weight into her grip as her fingers clung tighter around her opponent's hand. Too much was hanging in the balance now. She'd already lost the match that would determine what they'd wear for the rematch, but Chelsea could barely concentrate on that right now. She didn't care how ridiculous Finella would make her look, as long as she could come back around and show her she still meant business! If she won this one, she would get to determine the rules and stipulations for the match, and she would of course figure out something that would give her an easy advantage over her foe. But the wager they made didn't matter half as much as Chelsea's own ego - she couldn't stand to lose two games to Finella in a row!

Sweat dripped down her brow as she stiffened with determination. But even as tense as she was, Chelsea could still remember what Karl had told her - that her stance had cost her the victory last time, allowing herself to easily be thrown off balance. She couldn't let that happen again. Not when things were this important! With a huff, Chelsea shoved herself in closer, stabilizing her elbow against the table as she gave another twist to Finella's wrist. She would do anything she could to claim the lead she was so desperate for!

[RedShinigami]

Finella would'nt be called Hellraiser if she would'nt comply to her name from time to time.
How easy it could had been for her to steer the anger between the two groups until it reached its boiling point, making it an all out brawl where Fin easily could have slammed Chelseas hand down in surprise and give her a trashing afterwards...
But she would'nt.
Not necessarily out of respect for her opponent, there was none, well mabye a tiny bit, but rather her pride as fighter.

Chelsea was her rival, they were alike in so much things and maybe if things went down another way the could have been friends. But this was out of the question now, too much bile and poison had been spat between them and the two women would'nt stop before they took each other down.
What would happen then?
No one could tell, with their sisters seemingly becoming a couple, giving this some Angels and Demons vibes...Angels and Demons...I think I am on to something with that.
And it was true, no hellish creatures could muster such energy out of pure hate and contempt like this two Demons before me.

The longer I looked at them, straining, sweating, their gazes always on each other, the less I could see them as purely human anymore.
I quickly took some pictures and wrote down the title of my article:
"Of Angels and Demons A Diary of Love and Hate"
Yes, that would work. But before I could work on it I hade to get some more details on Harmonia and Molly Forster...

They clashed together again, more ferocious and bloodthirsty then before this evening.
Their hands trembled in pain as both women tried to crush their respective rivals hand in a tight grip.
The sweat running of their bodies soaked their tops making Chelseas bra under the white shirt visible and Finellas lightgrey tanktop was now dark and sweatied.
Both women did'nt relent for a second and I could feel the pain and the strain they put their bodies through.
Just a little longer...you are doing great...
Not without a smile I saw that Chelsea had been thinking about my suggestion, taking a much more stable stand and managed to hold her ground.
And I could see her gaining even more as Fins arm trembled.

The Hellraiser was in the wrong position, her back and her arm had to be hurting like hell at this angle and still she did'nt relent...
Meanwhile there respective fans cheered, drank and had an all around good time, hell they even started to sing!
A good time...there fans had a good time...
And Fin and Chelsea did not...

Finella tried to get back, but the strain on her body and her wrong stance could likely cost her this round...
If the Hellraiser had a masterplan then now it would be time to release it.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea could feel the heat rising in the air around her, and the sweat trickled down her brow. Her shirt was sticking to her back, but she barely even seemed to care. It didn't matter, as long as she was where she wanted to be - squaring off with Finella, and putting her most hated of rivals in her place. It might have been a chill and snowy December night outside, but inside, the fire of fury, determination, and iron-willed effort were enough to make Chelsea feel like she was in a sauna as she pressed her elbow harder against the table, straining as hard as she could to wrestle Finella's hand down. Her muscles bulged, and she bit at her lip just to keep the anxious energy rising in her under control; to keep her from lashing out and picking fights with damn near everyone in the bar. But that wouldn't be necessary either. Everyone was transfixed on the struggle between the two women, who seemed to command the entire room by their force of will alone.

The fans on either side of the table began to cheer and chant, both rallying to the side of their favored wrestler and casting insults at the other - and to the others' supporters as well. It had become a spectacle every bit as raucous and as captivating as an official wrestling match in the ring, and the fans treated it as every bit of such; even the patrons who had been here before the English and the Austrians had arrived were getting into it now, picking a side or just hyping up what they saw.

And yet, none of it seemed to reach Chelsea's ears. She was concentrated on one thing and one thing only, and that was grinding Finella into the dirt! Hissing through her teeth, she cranked down harder on the Hellraiser's arm, bearing all her weight against it! "Lerrus tell ye wha' I think about ye buttin' in ed me owd stompin' grounds!"