Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

//How close are we too kill each other...//, this thought went through Finellas head as she felt Chelsea press on her neck relentlessly.
With every hit of the fist of her rival something in the Hellraisers armour broke...bit...by...bit...
Despite her reputation and how she presented herself, Finella was still human and a young woman, given a strong and tough young woman, but neiterhless, she had a breaking point.
And meeting who was getting her to this point was interesting and frustrating the same time.
Interesting because Finella loved fight strong opponents who could bring her to her limits but frustrating as this person was Chelsea Forster.

There was no love between those women and the chance of beating themselves up in a house full of wonderful toys to hurt each other with, was definetly a good one for both opponents.
Chelsea had broken into her territory, into her sanctuary, disturbed the peace of her home and shoved it into chaos and Finella would not have it.
She would fight. In fact, she would fight Chelsea everywhere.
It seemed those two were born to meet and fight each other, in the ring, in a Pub, at their homes...
And these thought...scared and excited the Hellraiser.

When would it stop? Would it stop after PPV? When they had decision? Would it ever stop? Where they destined to fight as long as they would know each other?
All these thoughts went through her head while the bonechilling scream of Finella echoed back from the walls of her home...
Her Home...
She screamed in agony at her home.
Because her rival had intruded and managed to hurt her.
"Aagh...aaaah....nghaaa..."
She could'nt speak, she could'nt even catch air!
When Chelsea slammed her on the stonebench, all the air was driven out of her system she had'nt had the chance to recover, the sleeperhold and the constant fists into her sides were the last straw for her hurting body to scream all her frustration and pain out.
And Chelsea relished in it.
She laughed, like Finella had laughed, at the match, at the Pub, a few minutes before...all boiled down to it that the Hellraiser always was one step ahead of Chelsea until today...in her own home...

"Wha-wha-are..."
Chelsea brought her down and sat on her back...she rode her! Rod her like a fucking bitch!
The Hellraiser was humiliated, shamed and on the ground...
The British Girl, her fiercest enemy at the League was in control and did everything to hold her in that position...
At this point the Hellraiser went back in action as Fin grabbed behind her , got Chelseas ponytail and yanked at it with all the force she could muster, making Chelsea losen the grip on her neck and rake her eyes with such vicious force that she was sure she drew some blood too as she not just raked the eyes but the flesh beneath them..and indeed, when Fin looked at her sharp nails she saw blood...Chelseas blood!

The Hellraiser fell forward and her face pressed itself on the mirror...sweat, blood and saliva were running down into a puddle on the floor as she started to recollect herself.
"You bitch...you slut....you scum...fucking, dirty, british trash! I KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!", she screamed and grabbed the dumbell before sending a devastating punch into Chelseas guts with all she could muster.
The Hellraiser was on the rise again, but still not in her best shape as she dropped onto Chelsea the moment the british girl hit the floor of the gym.

Chelsea seemed to had plenty of energy left tough but both women knew that they had to keep the fight to the ground for a while...fine by her...
When Chelsea grabbed her hair she snarled and threw herself up.
Now Finella sat on Chelsea and denied the roll instead, she clapmed her knees tight and her weight hard onto Chelseas lap before lashing out.
"YOU DARE TO COME HERE AND FUCK WITH ME!", she screamed and sent a massive cavalcade of punches down onto the body of Chelsea, hitting her where she could.
"Fuck...FUUCK..FUCK...FUUUUUUUCK....GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", she screamed into Chelseas face as she bent down clutching the Scousers head as if to kiss her, their bodies pressing together, their forheads pressed against each other as the Hellraiser let out primal scream of frustration and wrath.
Then the Hellraiser got a devious idea as she grabbed the top of the panting, hurting brit an ripped it open, the bra went with it,as the sharp claws of the wolf freed what was laying underneath...
"Now...lets see how you like that!", she screamed and started to strangle the now topless Chelsea with all the power she could muster.
All the british woman could see were the muscles of the Hellraiser bulging, intent to get her down and the glare of her eyes, looking into hers,

[CaptainL]

Chelsea and Finella may have been a couple of trained professional athletes, but with tensions between them riding high coupled with the perfect storm of being alone in a wide-open space free to do whatever they wanted without fear of retribution, the emotions were bound to flow over. Their spat soon came to resemble a barroom brawl than the wrestling matches they made their names in - but then again, that was par for the course when it came to Chelsea and Finella, both of whom often made their matches look like bar brawls in the first place, when they weren't stirring up the real thing.

But now, things had gone a step further. Each of them had drawn each others' blood - and now they felt the thirst for more awaken in them. When Finella came down on Chelsea, the Englishwoman looked up at her with her teeth bared in a snarl. Though she tried to force Finella on her side, the Hellraiser weighed her back down. Chelsea's eye twitched and she hissed under her breath, her body locking up with frustration and fury of having her attack - her chance to secure the dominance she was so desperately after - so narrowly denied. But she didn't voice any words. This wasn't even a brawl any more. Now, they were fighting tooth and nail, with all the fury of wild animals. In this moment, it seemed to each of them that this could only end with one of them being torn to shreds. And neither of them was about to shy away from that.

"Rrgh..." Chelsea groaned under her breath as she lay back under the weight of her rival, feeling Finella tighten the pressure around her waist. But if she found that unpleasant, the worst was yet to come. Finella proceeded to unload on Chelsea with a vicious barrage of strikes, and as each fist landed, her body was growing black and blue against the repeated onslaught! With each punch, Chelsea began to grow more and more sore, yet no amount of it would dull the pain enough to make it feel any more bearable. In fact, she kept screaming, her head thrown back as she bellowed out in a roar. Her hands grabbed for Finella's wrist, trying to hold it away, or to put up a guard with which to shield herself, but none of her attempts worked. Not even when she tried to strike back at Finella did it so much as slow her down; her hands landed meager slaps and punches against her sides, but it when Chelsea had to balance getting bludgeoned by the Hellraiser, she had no choice but to lag behind in her own offense.

"Guh-! Nngh!! Fook! Damn ye..! Oof, goddammit-!" Every sort of curse and groan Chelsea could think of escaped her throat; her body bucked and rocked with each blow that landed. At last, Finella lay down on top of Chelsea. Body met body, forehead met forehead; each ragged pant one of them took the other could feel on their face. But Chelsea's eyes met Finella's, and as the two shared a glance, the Englishwoman's eyes narrowed into smoldering orbs of pure hate. And when Finella screamed into Chelsea's face, the blonde returned the favor with a roar of her own - just to hold secure in her belief that she wouldn't let Finella outdo her. Even if she couldn't muster the strength to do more than to lie there panting, she had to strike back at her rival in the only way she knew how.

But because Chelsea couldn't do more to defend herself, she couldn't so much as raise a finger as Finella leaned forward and grabbed at her shirt. She could only look up at her, sore, wincing, and out of breath; it was only a moment before the Wolf struck that Chelsea realized what she was about to do - and by that time, it was too late to stop her.

The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as Finella's fingers wrapped themselves in Chelsea's top and pulled back hard. Fueled by her rage, she was able to tear it straight off the Englishwoman's body with a yank so forceful that the clasp on her bra snapped at the same time. As she felt the chill of the air on her now-bare breasts, Chelsea let out a shriek, out of instinct bolting up straighter as her face went red and she folded her arms over her chest. "W-Wha' was DAT fer..!?" They were alone, yes, and this wasn't even the first time Chelsea had been topless around Finella (much to her chagrin). But when she was so determined to prove herself stronger than her foe, she felt all the more exposed, all the more vulnerable, now.

That was a feeling that didn't last long, of course. It couldn't. Chelsea needed to keep fighting just to survive - she could see that as much, as Finella grabbed onto her throat and squeezed! Chelsea sputtered and gasped, but she soon let the anger take over her, and summoned the will to fight back! Soon enough, the shock fell away. Snarling and clenching her teeth, she kicked up with her legs, reaching with one hand to grab onto the neckline of Finella's swimsuit and pull down and to the side while her other hand threw a fist against her ribs! "I'LL KILL YE-!!"

[RedShinigami]

The time for playing fair and beating each other in a match where strict rules applied was over.
This was an all out war and even if Chelsea had some "misunderstandings" with certain people over her years in LAW it was nothing like this, not even their feud with the Carnival Girls could have prepared her for the Hellraiser. It seemed that both women were destined to fight each other...until the end. Which end?
Well both Chelsea and Finella had sworn to "kill" each other by the time the "fight" had progressed.
Better call it what it was, namely a "Battle".

The Battle between the evenly matched women had took a nasty turn when Chelsea drew first blood by slamming Finellas head into the mirror, followed by finally getting through the Hellraisers armour which the Wolf...did'nt took too well.

The already poisened relationship of the
women soured even more as they laid on the floor, fighting about position in what resembeld more the fight of two wildcats then human beings.

Punch after relentless punch was sent by the Hellraiser into the body of Chelsea, turning it into a spotted mess of greens and blues before the ultimate climax of this opera of violence showed itself as primal screams by both women, screaming into each others faces as Finella grabbed Chelseas head.

Their screams echoed back from the big walls in the giant room, a testament of the bond of hate they shared, letting out all the pain, frustration, anger and contempt they had for each other, in a big crescendo of despair.

Finella was hurt, her body hurt, and what was worse, her pride hurt.
Chelsea had done it, she hurt her, made her scream in desperation like a wounded animal, finally getting the reaction she longed for, because now Chelsea knew that the Hellraiser was not unbeatable, a scheme Finella would have liked to hold on for longer but this woman made her worst dreams come true every time they met.

"Motherfucker!", she cursed in a raspy voice, the scream taken its toll on her tonsils before she decided to get nasty again by ripping away Chelseas top.
She knew how the Brit reacted to getting stripped and Finella had the higher ground again as Chelseas top and bra where ripped to shreds by her claws.
"Oh shut your stupid mouth! I can't stand hearing that irritating noise!", the Wolf screamed and bent forward, wrapping her hands around Chelseas neck to strangle her into unconciousness and victory, already forming devious plans in her head for what to do with Chelseas unconcious body...maybe LAW Twitter would be entertained by a special selfie?

She grinned as her gears started to work, while her muscles bulged, intent of ending it now.
"So close to PPV Chels and I beat you. Maybe I should send pictures of your sorry body to your Georgie Boy so he places the bets right? Don't fight back, I swear you will regret it! Just gi-gaaaaagh!"
Appearantly Chelsea was in no mood to giving up as the half naked Scouser grabbed for Finellas bathin suit, dragging her down and in the process ripping it around the chest area as Finella tried to turn back. But she was slow as Chelseas fist slammed into her ribs again, her body falling sidewards.
RIIIIITSCH!
When her head and upper body were sent back, the fabric of her swimsuit tore and left the Hellraiser and Chelsea even, as the shredded remains of the top half of Finellad bathing suit were in Chelseas hand.

The Wolf fell backwards, hitting her head on the floor of the gym and grunted as she grabbed for her hurting, bleeding skull with one and her stinging ribs with the other´arm, laying on the floor in a fetal position for Chelsea to pick...
When the Brit spoke her threat she just looked back to her in defiance.
"Bring it, Loser..."

[CaptainL]

The shame Chelsea felt of having her body, colored by bruises and scrapes, exposed was a fleeting one. But the shame she felt for letting herself be humbled by Finella lasted longer, and what she truly regretted was letting a yelp escape her throat. She wanted to feel in control, like she stood a chance of beating the Hellraiser. Finella was getting in her head, making her feel weak, like she couldn't stand up to her greatest rival - and the last thing Chelsea wanted was to let her take away any satisfaction from that. Yet now, she'd let herself cry out in shock and embarrassment, and Finella had heard it. She had admitted weakness to her foe, and in these circumstances, that might as well be admitting defeat.

But now, as Finella leaned in closer, clasping her fingers around Chelsea's throat to wring the air out of her lungs, the Englishwoman knew she needed to fight back. She needed to be better than that; she was better than that! She could let the hatred she felt for Finella urge her forward; it was stronger than any fear, or pain, or hesitation she knew! And as long as that was what she kept in her heart, she could keep fighting!

Chelsea glared pointed daggers up at Finella, her teeth baring in a snarl. She gagged and wheezed as the Hellraiser's grip dug deeper into her neck, her body buckling under the growing pressure. She knew that she could have spoken up with a retort to Finella's taunts, telling her that she wouldn't be beaten, that she wouldn't regret a thing, and that she and George were most definitely not involved in any regard, but she didn't. She wouldn't bother even entertaining Finella with her efforts. She just wanted her silenced!

Grabbing a hold of Finella's swimsuit with one hand, Chelsea managed to yank the dark-haired girl off of her, in the process tearing her collar open. When she slammed her fist in her side, it only caused more of the fabric to come loose in her clenched fist, sending Finella falling to her side. However briefly, Chelsea winced at the sight of Finella's bare breasts, all too painfully aware how much larger they were than hers. She wasn't the jealous type, but she didn't want to be outdone by Finella in anything!

But she soon shook that out of her head. Now, Finella was down. She was vulnerable. And Chelsea was fully intent on taking advantage of that. Rising to her feet, she stared down at Finella with a snarl as she walked up to her side, her hands on her hips. "Oh, dun worry. I've got nah plans ed losin' ter an insufferable little Anytime Annie like ye!"

Tossing the scrap of Finella's suit in her hand to the ground and spitting in its direction, Chelsea swung back a foot, going to kick Finella in the stomach to roll her onto her back. If that worked, she would raise her foot again to bring a few hard stomps down onto the Wolf's breasts. She couldn't stay mad about Finella outdoing her; she'd just destroy whatever gave her her claim to fame!

[RedShinigami]

Finella had many things to get under the Bunnies skin that was for sure...they way she talked, her win/loss ratio, her smaller breasts, her sister, Finella had it all...and she used it all to its full potential...
And still Chelsea did'nt bulge.
The blonde Brit won't give up, no in fact, she had become stronger, seemingly overcome all the fears and issuess Finella planted in her head.
And that was...not planned.

Still Finella knew she was the stronger one, for sure, they hurt each other yes, but because Chelsea got lucky.
Her aching side and her bleeding forhed told another story but when she looked down at Chelsea, the skin under her eyes scratched, blood dripping down like blood tears, Finella knew she could hurt her too.
"How long can we hurt each other until someone goes down...huh?",she asked as she chocked Chelsea.
"What do you think, how much can our bodies take? We trying them out today...what do you think, where is your breaking point?", she grinned as her hands wrapped tighter around her nemesis neck, threatening to choke her out.

"Oh we will so much wonderful fun..."
Then Chelsea hit a blow into her side again and something in Finella broke...quite literally as she felt that something was'nt right down there after Chelseas last blow.
She howled in pain and flopped down, hitting her head on the floor, holding her bloodied skull and the side that now hurt as if someone had smashed a burning dagger into her side.
Was one rib broken? Possibly...she hoped not. They had to go through a medical exam before the PPV and if Finella walked up to the doctor with bruised ribs then her biggest day would become her worst, an all because of that damn english bitch.

FInella knew Chelseas tactics by now, stomping was something that programmed into her it seemed, well she could do that too and her opponent would soon see...but now both women were bruised, bloddied and halfnaked, their bodies on the brink of collapsing but their untamebale will always screaming: FIGHT! FIGHT!
"Gouuugh!"
Finella held her stomach when she was turned around.
They shared a hateful glare and FInella wanted to grab for Chelseas ankles as the first stomp flattened her chest.
"Auuugh!"
But the Scouser had'nt enough, not for a long shot as her sneakers stomped down onto Finellas bare breasts again and again.
"Augh...ah...Scheiße...ah..."
Her head was stirring, her right side felt like it was on fire and her stomach seemed to consist of jelly.
This was the hardest fight in her life...

She would'nt admit it but this here, with Chelsea, had brought her to her limits, a limit that the Hellraiser always denied.
Usually she was the tough one, the enduring one, the strong one. Making the other on tired before unleashing the untamable Hellraiser at her but not this time...not since the screwdriver had forced itself into her body, nearly killing her, had she been in such agony.
"Aughn...ngha...GAAH!"
Chelseas stomped on her breasts until the colour of the bruises were more visibile then any flesh.
Finellas body was in a miserable state, but looking up at Chelsea, they Scouser did'nt fare to well either...

The Wolf was filled with a rush of adrenaline as her body tried everything to dull the pain and grabbed Chelseas foot when it came down again.
"no...more!", she snarled and twisted it around with such harshness that was almost sure she heard something pop...
Of course that did'nt happen but at least she could deliver enough pain...
If Chelsea was occupied with her ankle , the Hellraiser would slowly got up to wobbly feet, her body a bruised, bloodied mess, she was looking like the backside of an 80s Horror movie but as said..Chelsea did'nt look better.
And now she decided to take off the gloves and play for real.

Finella came from behind and clasped her hands together, holding them over her head and slamming it down onto Chelseas back, getting her on her knees, at least she hoped so, this was bad enough, but what followed was pure and simple torture as Finella walked behind her, raised her arms again but this time she basically karatechoped both sides of Chelseas nec, hitting the jugular veines with all the force she could muster, if it worked the Brit had to be out for some time at least...
And if that was so...she had an idea what to do with her...mixing pain and humiliation for the ultimate punishment of her invading rival, grabbing her by her ponytail and dragging her along the floor...over to another room...were the massage tables were standing.

[CaptainL]

If Chelsea had broken one of Finella's ribs, it didn't matter to her either way. Of course, if she ever found out, she could only be even more satisfied with her efforts. But Chelsea didn't set out to break any bones. She didn't set out to slow the Hellraiser down, or put her out of action before the PPV, or anything so strategic. She had one goal and one goal only - and that was to make her rival suffer. The punch she threw against her ribs was one fueled by pure rage, hatred, and bloodlust, a single-minded determination to take everything about Finella that drove her half-mad and bring it out into physical reality in one hard-hitting, explosive impact. And if any of that caused serious injury to her in the process...well, so much more the better.

Now, Chelsea had brought Finella to the floor. She stormed over to her, looking down on her from above, where she saw her lying bruised and bloodied - and all of that thanks to her efforts. It made the Englishwoman smile a little wider at the thought, seeing her most hated rival exactly where she wanted her the most. But that was only the beginning. Now that Chelsea had Finella where she wanted her, she could get to work on what she really wanted to do to her.

As she stomped away at Finella's breasts again and again, kneading the soft flesh of her bosom beneath the soles of her shoes, Chelsea snarled and snapped, never letting up the momentum for long enough for Finella to so much as get a breath in edgewise. The words Finella had said to her while she had her hands around her throat still echoed in Chelsea's mind. They made her fists tremble the longer she played them over and over in her thoughts - but she knew that anger welling up inside of her would have to come out sooner or later. And it was about to do just that - with Finella as the target of it all.

"Ye still wanna find out wha' us breakin' points ay, 'uh?" Chelsea roared, slamming another stomp down onto Finella's chest. "'ow about this? Ye think you're gettin' thuz yet, like? Er do we need ter go 'ARDER?!"

Punctuating that last word, Chelsea raised her foot even higher, about to land the hardest stomp she had ever landed. But that was the window of opportunity Finella needed - and she seized on it. Just before Chelsea's foot landed, Finella caught it in mid-descent, and the blonde barely had any time to register what was happening before a surge of pain came flooding through her nerves, up through her leg. She threw her head back in a bestial scream before falling back to the floor, clutching at her ankle to try and nurse the pain as Finella was able to pull away. Tears ran down her cheeks from the pain alone, and it only grew worse the longer Chelsea thought about it. When she'd been beating Finella down, her adrenaline was riding high. But now that it had stopped, she had time to realize just how much she'd been hurt...and now, Finella was about to make it a lot worse.

"Damn ye..." Chelsea shuddered under her breath. Finella got behind her then - and just then, she brought down two fists straight into the Englishwoman's back in a double axe handle that sent her crying out in pain once again, bellowing like a wild animal as she fell forward onto her hands and knees. "DAMN YOU!!!" she cried out again, loud enough now to make her voice echo through the entire room. If the two weren't here alone, someone surely would have intervened by now. But this was between them. Them and their hatred.

Something Finella soon followed up on, as she brought another double-handed chop down onto Chelsea's throat! At once, the Scouser stopped all she was doing, and her body locked up, a shiver going through her form as all of her muscles tensed. She gasped, and her eyes went wide - but Finella had struck true. A well-placed chop to the jugular would knock out anyone, and not even a Chelsea Forster whipped up into a berserker rage was any exception. She let out a soft groan as her eyes rolled up, just before she went limp and fell flat on her face. Now, there was nothing stopping Finella from doing as she pleased...

[RedShinigami]

The Law of Jungle seemed to be in place here, and the Law of the Jungle was:
Eat or get eaten.
Both women had done considerable damage to each other, their bodies pumped up with adrenaline, flowing through their veins, dulling the pain a little.
But when the first rush was over, both felt what these girls really had let their bodies walk through.

The Hellraiser clutched her right side, holding on to dear life as she felt that something had happened.
Was it a broken rib? Something worse? She did'nt know and she could'nt care now because her rival had decided to crush her into dust under her soles, as the halfnaked englishwoman sent stomp after stomp onto her sore body, flattening her breasts, while Chelseas smaller ones, jiggled in the motion of the Scouser kicking and thrashing her opponent into the dust under her heel.

With each blow a lightheadedness set in, getting worse and worse with each time her precious breasts were flattened by the shoes of Chelsea.
Every hit compressing her lungs,driving the air out of her, dulled and weakened her body more.
Chelsea got what she wanted.
Her eyes became glazed, her complaints slowly dying as did her will to fight back.
Her body was close to shut down...and at this point the match would have been stopped before the Opponents could hurt each other really bad but there was no one here...no one to would have witnessed and step in, no one who would drag the other away when the begging for mercy was denied...and both Demons would'nt like to have it any other way.

This was Fins territory, her holy lands, and Chelsea had invaded.
Now it was time to fight for her home and using every dirty trick in the book!
"Hngh...ugh...ngh...
But the Hellraiser was not unbeatable as she and Chelsea found out today and her body slowly started to betray her iron will as stomp after stomp rained down on her.
And then it seemed that Chelsea was preparing for the stomp of all stomps, a stomp so powerful and devastating that Finella was sure she would not get away from that without a visit to the hospital.
And so with some efforts, her brain managed to get her limp body under control again as she caught Chelseas leg and twisted her ankle around in one, fast, sharp tug that no doubt would send unbelievable pain through the body of the english woman.

Finella finally had time to breath, time to think and time to recollect.
She had an advantage...she knew that house, every corner was familiar to her in her home and Chelsea did'nt knew shit as this was her first visit here...
Suddenly her stomach went cold.
What if not? If what Chelsea said was true...how often did Harmonia lett the little shit in to frolic on HER turf.

This thought alone fueled the powers of the Hellraiser again!
Finella rolled over and got ther hands and knees.
She saw Chelsea hurting, blood and tears underlining the pain that was a grimace of sheer agony.
Finella panted and got to her feet, grabbing Chelsea and setting her up before sending an axehandle slam into her back, getting her on hands and knees.

But this was just like the introduction for something much more devastating as Chelseas lights were knocked out by strong handcops from both sides at her jugular vein,
The blonde englishwoman went down like a sack of potatoes and Finella grinned, now finally having time to recollect herself...
And she did this in the most devious way possible.
She looked own at her shredded bathingsuit and sighed.
This was one of her favourites...

She bent forward, getting into a standing position and pulled her undies out of her asscrack where they have been shoved.
The wolf looked down at Chelsea and crawled over her, now sitting at Chelseas lap.
"Open wide...", she grinned and pressed the nose of Chelsea shut, making her body instinctively open her mouth wide for Finella to shove her undies into it.
"Bon appetit Chels...", she grinned and decided that she was'nt finished.
She grabbed the broken Blonde at her ponytail and dragged her along into a dimmly lit room where the massage tables were standing.

Finella sighed, the effort of dragging Chelsea here, really putting a strain on her but neiterhless.
She got her opponent up to her feet, the only thing holding Chelsea upright was Finellas shaking body...and wrapped one arm through her legs and one over her shoulder before lifting her and bodyslamming her on one of the tables with a resounding THUD!

And from there on the gears were set in motion as Finella decided to finally even them out and pull Chelseas shorts and pants away, caring for her shoes and socks too, leaving the brit completle nude before her.
Usually if someone nude was laying on this tables in the eagles nest it was something positive but not here.
Finella had ideas for Chelsea, humiliating ideas...
She had brought a skipping rope with her and knoted one end of it tight to a heatingpipe on the floor.
Then she threaded the other side of the it through the hole in table were the face of the the person getting a massage usually was placed.
She grabbed Chelseas limp form and pulled her up, tying her hands tight with the springrope behind her back and making sure that she would'nt slip out that easily.

Looking at her work, the Hellraiser grinned and started something that was another talent of hers and she knew would drive Chelsea mad in frustration as she crawled onto her naked opponent, sitting on her lap and started to let her hands trail all over Chelseas unconcious body, her sharp nails, trailing softly over the white flesh of the Scouers limp form, her collarbone,her breasts, her belly.
There was nothing Chelsea could do when she would awake and Finella grinned as she decided to wake her in true fashion of their feud, by sending a sharp fist into the unprotected belly of her opponent.

"Wakey, Wakey, Chels..." she grinned and when the english woman opened her eyes, the Hellraiser would lay down on her, pressing her forehead against Chelseas, their eyes meeting in an hateful stare.
But soon that stare would get desperate as Finella was ready for the ultimate humiliation of her rival.
Her hand scooted down, between the legs of the englishwoman and with a little shift of her hand, her thumb pressed onto the small, pink rosebud between her rivals legs as she looked into her eyes.
Chelsea could'nt speak but her eyes spoke all the words she needed to know...

"We will have so much fun...", Finella whispered and licked over Chelseas lips as she pulled out her undies of the gagging scousers mouth and threw them to the side...
Whatever would happen...it was nothing cortious, romantic or friendly in any way...just a show of dominance for the Hellraiser as Finella forced her lips onto Chelseas, using the moment of surprise and shoving her tongue deep into the mouth of her surprised enemy...
This was a table of sacrifce by now and Chelsea was the chained victim, while the summoned demon appeared...claiming her soul and body...

[CaptainL]

If Finella's strength was fading as the memories of aches and pains returned to her, Chelsea was only growing stronger and stronger. Each cry of pain she wrung out of her rival, and each time she felt her body deflate under the hammer-like blow of her feet against flesh, sent more tingles of excitement up the Englishwoman's spine. Her heart was beating faster and faster, and her grin growing more and more. The more pain she put Finella through, the more alive she felt. This was it. This was payback for everything the Wolf had done!

But then...it all came to a stop, as Finella grabbed at her ankle and twisted. At once, pain returned to Chelsea. She remembered what feeling felt like - and it all came back to her in one explosive burst. Suddenly her entire leg felt numb, tingling with the sensations of pins and needles. She dropped to the ground, clutching at her wounded ankle, and soon, all of the smacks and punches and kicks and scratches Finella had left on her began to bubble back up to the surface. Not just those from tonight, but those from every time they had crossed paths, flooding back to life in vivid detail the moment Chelsea lifted her head to look at Finella.

She shuddered and shook - but she didn't have long to experience that before, once again, everything went dark, as the Wolf delivered a chop to Chelsea's throat that knocked her out cold in an instant. She crumbled to the ground, limp and unmoving. Even as Finella turned her over, and even as she stripped off what remained of her swimsuit to shove it into the blonde's mouth, Chelsea simply lay there, with little more than a groan to give any sign she was even alive. She couldn't resist - and Finella could do as she pleased.

Eventually, Chelsea fluttered back to her senses to find herself in a dark room. Her vision was hazy, slowly coming back into the light, while the world around her teetered and spun. But before long, she recognized what she was looking at. It was unmistakable - there, just above her and filling her field of view, Finella's eyes loomed, shining through the dim light and fixed on Chelsea's own with a hateful glow.

"MMF-!?" Chelsea's eyes snapped open wide as the realization shook her back to consciousness. She attempted to sit up from the table...only to find that she couldn't. In fact, her words were muffled and voiceless! Her heart racing, she began to look around. And that was when it all began to sink in for her - everything she was dreading. She was naked. She was bound. She was vulnerable, with nowhere to go and nothing she could do. Nothing but stare as Finella sat atop of her as though poised atop a throne, and loving every moment of it.

Chelsea struggled harder, her face flushing a vibrant red as she twisted her body from side to side and tried to kick her legs, but they wouldn't budge against the rope. This was everything she didn't want in their feud. She wanted to feel powerful and in control over Finella, to know that she had the dominance and the strength of will to make anyone cower before her. Yet now, Chelsea was doing the cowering - and that was unthinkable to her!

She tried to fight back as much as she could, desperate to do something, anything, to reclaim the feeling that she could still come out on top. But even as she struggled in vain against the ropes, her efforts ceased as Finella reached down and pinched between her legs. Chelsea let out a muffled squeal as her body tensed, and her face lit up even redder. When she looked back at Finella, her eyes were narrowed and staring straight through her foe with malice and rage. But at the same time, they were twitching nervously. Chelsea knew that she had to deal with such enticing feelings from someone she so despised - and she hated it. She had to reign back her body's urges to react the way it wanted to, when all she wanted was to be free, and to be in control. Anything but this.

When Finella pulled her swimsuit out of Chelsea's mouth, she spat in its direction, showing just what she felt about the situation. But even with her mouth cleared, Chelsea had little time to breathe. A second later, Finella clasped her lips shut around the Englishwoman's own, her tongue snaking into the crevices of her mouth. Chelsea moaned a muffled moan, and her face grew red with the rising heat of Finella's body against her own. Just as she had strode into Finella's abode to claim it for herself, so too did Finella now aim to claim Chelsea's body. Desperately she twisted and turned, bucking with her hips and trying to pull free. But nothing she could do would so much as loosen the binds!

[RedShinigami]

The Sacrifice was prepared, the room was only dimmly lit...
Finellas hurting body on the edge of betraying all of her efforts against her hated rival, but the Hellraiser held on...
It was as good as over.
She bound the unconcious body of her enemy down on the table, her arms tightly behind her back and then crawled onto her on this makeshift "Table of Sacrifice" which the Hellraiser had prepared.
Everything was ready for the ritual she would held...
But the vicitim had to be awake so she snapped Chelsea out of her unconcious state and leaned down on her.

Their breasts and bodies pressed against each other and Finella closed the gap by pressing her bloodied forhead against Chelsea, licking the Brits lips and watching the blue eyes of her opponent pop open.
"Chelseeeeaaa...", Finella whispered and her hands slid down the sides of her rival, stroking every curve, every part of naked skin until her hands where at Chelseas thighs.

The eyes of the Hellraiser were gleaming in the dark and Chelsea knew exactly in what matchtypes her rival excelled too...
Getting reminded of that fact all to well as the Hellraiser placed the thumb of her left hand on Chelseas most sensitive spot.
Finella was in control right now, Chelseas wrists were bound tight and she had no chance of escaping the fate of being the Hellraisers victim who looked at her with hungry eyes, her thumb tightly pressed to her clitoris.

The wolf leaned forward and freed her rival from her undies, stuck in the scousers mouth, throwing it away and seeing Chelsea gag and spit in its direction.
"Nasty Girl...", she grinned and pressed her nose shut for Chelsea to open up her mouth in reflex.
Finellas tongue invited itself into Chelsea and started a whole war of its own, sucking the air out of her opponent, sealing their lips shut, dizzying Chelsea more and more.

This was no love, this was no romance, this was pure and utter domination.
When Finella parted their lips, a trail of saliva was between them.
"That sucks, huh?", she grinned and started to rub Chelseas clit, just a little to get a reaction out of her.
When Chelsea finally moaned the Hellraiser drew her hand away and grinned and evil smile.

This was not about Chelsea...it was about Fin.
And soon Chelsea noticed what Fin was about to do as the hand of the Hellraiser wandered from the brits pussy to her own, starting to rub and giving herself a good time, while her hot breath met Chelseas lips.

Chelsea was'nt here to be pleasured, in Finellas mind, Chelsea had'nt earned anything good or pleasurable, she just deserved pain and humiliation and Finella intended to throw a mighty blow against Chelseas pride as her hands started to please herself, while her body was pressed on the Scouser.

"You almost had me Chelsea...almost...Chelsea...ngha...Forster...hah...always...hmmm...second...", she grinned and looked her in the eye, their gaze never parted, the hate flowing between them as Finella panted hot air against the lips of Chelsea.
"Deep down you enjoy this, don't you? Being dominated...why would you lose so much if not...", she chuckled while helping herself out on top of the englishwoman who suddenly felt trickles on her own womanhood, coming from Finella who just grinned and started to breath faster.

"If you...hah...have'nt learned where you place is Chelsea...", she chuckled and got up, now sitting on Chelseas lap, the Brit saw Finellas lucious body on full display as her fingers worked her pussy harder, pumping, rubbing her own clit, while she took a ride on Chelsea like on a horse.
"...mmmh...then you will notice now...", the Hellraiser moaned and grabbed one of her breast cupping it and giving its tip a lick.
"Uuuuh...you wan't something too, huh? Can be arranged my pet...", she grinned , went down again and pressed the tip of her right breast int Chelseas mouth before giving a soft moan.
"Hmmm...yeeees...", she chuckled and nodded.
"That feels amazing Chelsea, thank you so much for doing this for me...", she panted and held the Brits head there with her left arm, the right one still between her legs, adding to the tempo.

It was pure and utter humiliation and the wolfish girl relished in it, pressing her soft breast into her rivals face, ingulfing it while literally pleasuring herself...but now Finella had an even better idea.
She stopped her movement and grabbed for Chelseas right thigh, smiling and starting to rub herself on it, using the body of Chelsea to pleasure herself while the wet pussy of the Hellraiser rubbed up and down the thigh of her rival, claiming Chelseas body for her own, devious needs...

All of this happening on this table of sacrifice, in this dimmly lit room, between two ferocious demons, trying to dominate each other...

[CaptainL]

The scene almost looked intimate, were one to look on without any context. Chelsea and Finella met on the table, both naked, their bodies entwined closely with one another as the Hellraiser's tongue wrapped itself around her rival's own, and they moved with rhythmic motions as each bucked and twisted, hips rubbing into hips and breasts pressing to breasts. Yet the twitching and writhing of Chelsea's body wasn't that of a lover reaching out to their partner. It was a frantic bid to escape, growing ever more urgent with each passing second the Englishwoman found herself hopelessly trapped. She tried to twist her arms free from behind her back, and her hips rocked from side to side as she tried to kick out of the bonds around her ankles. But nothing worked - and, as Finella pressed down harder on top of her, Chelsea shuddered, feeling the warmth and softness of her embrace and reminded all the while of all she hated about her.

She shivered, each brush and carress causing her teeth to clench and the bile to rise in her throat. The Wolf, the woman she hated more than anything else in the world, was on top of her, closer to her than ever before, and there was nothing she could do about it. She could feel her breath against her skin, the sweat dripping from her body mixing with her own. As Finella rubbed at her clit once again, Chelsea's face flushed red, and though she gasped as her heart rate spiked, she squeezed her thighs together out of reflex, trying to hold back any moans that brewed in her throat. That was, after all, what Finella wanted. Chelsea couldn't give her that; to do so would be a betrayal of her pride.

"N-Nngh...fuck...you..." she muttered. Chelsea knew, in fact, that this was what it was all about. Finella was in control; that was all the more apparent as her fingers began exploring her own body, relishing in the thrill of having Chelsea helpless beneath her. The blonde craved that control. The whole time she had known Finella, she had been trying to prove herself worth taking seriously as someone who deserved her place in the ring, no matter how much her opponent loved to mock and belittle her. But she had no power here. It was all Finella. Chelsea could do little more than watch as the brunette ground her hips against her body, rubbing her groin along her skin. She had no purpose any more, save to be the instrument of Finella's own pleasure.

And Chelsea despised it.

When Finella began to buck up and down, taunting Chelsea with each thrust between her legs, the Scouser could take it no longer. Her face red with rage, she thrashed it violently from side to side in the most forceful rebuke she could manage. "FUCK YOU!!" She wasn't weak. She didn't want to be dominated. She was so much more. She should have so much more...

"Mmf! Mmrrff..!!" Chelsea attempted to voice her protests, but soon she was silenced, with Finella's breast forcing its way into her mouth. She tried kicking at the air, she tried bucking Finella off, but she couldn't find the strength. Even in her most vulnerble of moments, she was a caged animal, flailing hopelessly against its restraints. And Finella's rubbing would only grow faster, harder, more forceful...