Razing the Ring: Finella Edelstein v Mikoto Usagaki [D]

[GolemGuardian]

Clair was honestly a bit surprised at how easy going the bunny was. Given the animosity of the mutt she'd put down, not to mention how famous the feud between these two animals was with their brutality, she expected maybe a harsher treatment. But perhaps the silver platter that lay on the ground appeased her and so the Canadian was automatically put into her good graces. Or it was just a shared hatred for the injured bitch who tried to order them around despite her position. Either way, at least that saved her the headache of having to possibly fight for a right for her prey.

The two gave a few stomps onto Finella, making sure to keep the fight out of her, as the Canadian and Brit exchanged words. And she even got a nice reaction from her secret suggestion and penalty kick. Clair even gave a little bow with the praise, smiling all the while. "There's a reason you think Canada when you think hockey. We're tough as shit, unlike this rabid mutt here." And with that she literally bowed out, leaving Chelsea to beat up Finella some more. First with a few slams against the barricades and some taunts, and a no doubt humiliating stinkface. Too bad the jeering crowd held no sympathy for the wolf, especially all the photographers who had been taking pictures of this affair.

As for the sadist she had pulled out two items from her purse. Taking her sweet time, she'd open the first and apply what appeared to be some wax onto her lips, smearing it smoothly and evenly, before quickly following with a bright green lipstick. Murmers flowed through the crowd that saw what Clair was doing, but the majority was hypnotized by the feuding duo. It was a sight, sure, and if she followed their little spat with each other to any extent then maybe she'd be some arbitrary percent interested. But she hadn't, so she could care less. Finella had beaten her toy, dared to step up to her in her beaten state. So Clair was going to fuck her up, and teach her to not bark and growl so ferally.

Finally Clair came over to rejoin the beatdown, smiling as Chelsea no doubt took a vengeful selfy of the situation. "My turn~" She'd simply say with her sadistic smile present once more. She'd wait for her fellow blond to move, before the Canadian pulled Finella back up and slapped her cheek. She wanted the bitch awake and conscious for what was about to go down. "Let's see how you taste, whore~" She suddenly struck forward, pressing her lips right against Finella's in a dominant liplock. Soon Finella's body would heat up, a sudden haze of lust would fall over her and dull her entire body. If she thought she felt weak before, then she was going to feel so much worse after this as the aphrodisiac in her lipstick did its work.

After about half a minute she'd take a single step back, staying close to see just how fucked up Finella would end up with her first dose of the Canadian's heated kiss.

[CaptainL]

It had been a long time coming. After all the torments she had suffered at the Hellraiser's hands, Finella had a special place in Chelsea's heart. She was never the most welcoming of women, but if there was one person Chelsea most wanted to see bruised and broken beneath her feet, Finella had to be the one. And now, at last, that moment was ahead of her - and Chelsea could milk it for all it was worth. Sure, most of the bruises plastered across Finella's body hadn't been Chelsea's doing, much as she wished they were - but she could still applaud Clair's handiwork for a job well done. And besides, come We Are LAW, she would have plenty of opportunity to dish out some punishment of her own. For now, though, this would be a worthy appetizer to whet Chelsea's appetite for Finella's destruction. And when the Wolf had been so frustratingly persistent in her pursuit of showing up and humiliating her rival all through the buildup to that match, Chelsea was more than happy to get a few words of her own in edgewise.

When she hurled Finella's back against the barricade, Chelsea heard the cheers coming from the fans, and her smile only grew wider. Now, at last, she was the one everyone was eager to witness the dominance of - and Finella was her helpless victim! The Wolf's threats fell on deaf ears, with Chelsea meeting her harsh words with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. "Se, se...it'll still be worth it fe this."

With that, she shoved her hips hard into Finella's face, hard enough to knock her head into the steel once again. And, as Chelsea grabbed at the bars of the barricade and rolled her hips back and forth, grinding Finella's face even harder against her rear, the crowd only cheered louder - something that brought an eager grin to the Englishwoman's face.

Not only were the fans getting into it, they were happy to help out - as one of them passed a phone into Chelsea's hand, a gesture she met with a chuckle. Chelsea remembered Finella's celebrations at her expense from their Capture the Flag match just as well as anyone in the crowd did, and as she gave her hips a twist from side to side against Finella's face, she knew exactly what to do about it. "Haha!~ Ye see this, Fin? Remember this?~" She held the phone up, setting it to take a selfie of her grinning face poised atop a body that was squashing Finella up against the barricade. "Oh, that's rite! Bet ye can't see a thin'!~" With another laugh, Chelsea flashed a middle finger as she snapped a photo before handing the phone back. It'd only be a matter of time before something like this went viral, and she couldn't wait until it was the first thought on everyone's minds when Finella's name came up.

Now, though, Clair wanted to join in the action. And as much as Chelsea relished where she was right now, she was sure that the Canadian had big plans of her own - plans she was happy to witness firsthand. "Go 'ed," she said, stepping off of Finella - though not without a kick in her direction for good measure as she left her to sink lower into the floor.

[RedShinigami]

Not in her life, had Finella felt more humiliated, helpless and broken as at this evening.
She was put through the meatgrinder by two deranged bitches, managed to win her match, only to get screwed, leaving her in a fit of rage.
The Hellraisers night was already ruined but now it was an Armageddon...
With Chelseas behind pressing in her face, swallowing all the lights of the arena and the grinning faces of the fans, the bruised wolf could only take what both women had to give, which would'nt be less then pain and agony.

"Mfffh...."
Finella did'nt fought back, she could'nt. She managed to slap on Chelseas thighs, trying to shove her off, but to no avail...this woman had her under her control and she relished in it!
Finella heard Chelsea bragging, enjoying to be on the top for once, showing all of LAW that she had no fear of the Hellraiser...and with that, Finellas whole plan of making Chelsea look weak and worthless before the crowd was gone...
She had to think of something new, there was still time ,after all, she would get back to Chelsea somehow...
Now she had to endure, trying not to break, which was hard enough as the ass of her rival denied her any air, but thankfully Chelsea had her shorts on , it could have been worse if she had pulled them down but the Brit was'nt someone who liked to show what she had, which was nothing, regarding Finella.

"Mfh...fh....mmmmmm......"
Slowly her efforts died down and the only thing Chelsea could feel were soft slaps against her tighs, barely noticeable.
Usually the beatdown would be over by know, usually, but none of those three girls were your usual young wrestler, all three of them were known for their cheating, devious tactics and so it was no surprise that Clair already prepared step two of operation "Wolfkiller"

But before she came back, Finellas already burning insides turned to ice as she heard Chelseas mockery about something she should recognize...
It could only be one thing...and if Chelsea did it then...
Too late...she heard the "SNAP!" of the camera and the cackle of the scouser.
Chelsea had managed to get her own selfie. Now they were even...no one had an advantage anymore, Finellas efforts crumbled to dust...
And a rage filled her, much worse then the hate she felt for Mikoto.
Chelsea had to pay, at PPV she would pay, for all she did, parting her from her sister, being a fucking thorn in her side and what was worse, invading her home.
That was something Fin did'nt forgive and she never forgave Harmonia for it.
The relationship between the sisters was on an alltime low...

When Chelsea finally released her, Fins eyes were glazed, her head popping to the side as if her neck had been snapped, only to be woken up by a kick against her core again.
"Guuuuagh..."
Tears trickled down Finellas eyes, she could'nt surpess or hold them back...her body reacted to the torture she was put through.
And then she looked up...those blondes...one with blue eyes, the others with green...looking down at her, grinning, pointing...
How she hated them...

Finella grunted and tried to get up, there was a spark of energy left,she knew it...
Thats when her head cracked to the side by a mighty slap of Clair.
The stinging pain helped dulling her other issues for a while and soon enough Clairs head popped up before her.
Fin grinned and knew what she was doing now was crazy, but she was not known for her stable mind...
She snorted and spit directly into Clairs face, grinning as the mix mucus, saliva, bile and Mikotos blood hit this bitch directly in the face.
"hehe..fick dich...", she managed to get out before Clair pressed her lucious, green lips onto her mouth.
Finellas eyes went wide!

What now? A Hentai Humiliation?
But now...this was another thing...much...much...
Her mind started to blurr after the first 15 seconds of this intoxicating kiss by this beautiful woman...
And when the kiss was broken after another 15 seconds, Finella just saw two Angels before her, two blonde, wonderful Angels who wanted nothing more then to please her...
Her body went hot, hotter then it has ever been and her tired brain slowly came back to life again as all of her pain was going away in one, single kiss.

"Uuuuh...", the bloodied, bruised mess that was Finella Edelstein moaned softly and tried to get up, shoving herself against the barricades only to fall down again...
Instead she resented to...crawling...everything to get to this beautiful angels...
The laughing crowd, the cackles of those "Angels", nothing interested her, she just wanted to be pleased...her entire body screamed for sweet release so loud and so persistent like never before.
Soon it started to hurt as much as the rest of her body.

The wolf crawled over to the two blondes on all fours and looked up to them when she reached them.
"Please..."
Finella would hate herself after what had happened at this evening but she could'nt control it.
"Please...help me...", she said with blurry eyes and tried to grab for Clair only to be denied and falling face first into the mat.
But the sudden rush of energy got her back soon again, managing to grab for the mats and get up, on groggy feet, tumbling around and for a second she saw not two Angels...but the two most annoying women in her life, together as partners in crime.
"Damn...you...", she ached and in a short moment of awareness she lifted her fist and tried to slam it into Chelseas face, only to tumble forward like a drunk and directly into the arms of the brit...

[GolemGuardian]

Things were getting so much more interesting than she had expected any of this to go. After that little superkick she did to get Finella out of the ring, she had planned to just beat her down some. And then the mutt's PPV opponent, the dangerous Chelsea Forster, showed her face to join the beating. The two hit things off quite smoothly, following the old 'enemy of my enemy' standard, and already beat down Finella with some stomps and a beautiful penalty kick by Clair. The crowd cheered the Brit's name, finally getting the upper hand on the Austrian. Each second that passed between them as the sadist took her sweet ass time applying her special lipstick caused more cheers to reign on, especially as Chelsea delivered an out of ring stinkface, as well as taking a vengeful selfie. Any leverage that the wolf had over the bunny was eliminated in just a few seconds.

But none of that was Clair's concern. Whatever hatred they had for each other was their score to settle. She was now just third wheel, but once she was back over there that was going to change. Not only would she put the mutt back into her place, but she would kill any momentum the Canadian blond so graciously intended to give her. A win was a win, after all. Especially one after you got severely beat up.

As she finally returned with her now emerald lips, the bunny would get back up and deliver a quick last stomp to keep the fight out of their prey - huh, that sounded weird, but no unpleasant. Thoughts for later. For now Clair got down on Fin's level, slapping her to make sure the bitch was awake. She'd even cup her face, wiping the escaping tears that betrayed the so called 'badass Hellraiser.' But before she could go in for the kill, the bitch just had to keep trying to fight back by spitting in her face. A mix of colors, yellow, red, and clear green, now stained her cheek. It was a show of defiance even in her weakened state. The Canadian took a quick pause as the beaten woman tried to act big, get the last word."....Ya shouldn't a did that, wannabe."

Those were her last words before their lips met, Clair's lipstick taking an almost immediate effect. She could feel her grow limp - er, limper - as lust hazed her mind. The fight left her and any thoughts of violence were replaced by arousal and need for stimulation. The Canadian debated sticking her tongue in for ultimate dominance, but given how much the Hellraiser had held back her vomit that seemed like the worst idea.

She finally pulled away and only took a single step back, watching the wolf grow as weak and needy as a newborn pup. The crowd laughed at the sight, as would Clair with her own little sadistic cackle while the prey crawled towards them so pitifully. "HAHAHAH! Help you!? My my~ Did they get the balance wrong with this one, or are you just that brain dead that it had so much of an effect~?" She chortled for several seconds as the moaning mess that was Finella finally found some semblance of self and got back up. Though any fight she attempted would be so weak a blind and deaf slug could dodge. And that would indeed be the case as her sluggish fist flew through the air without target and she slipped into the British Bunny's arms.

"No no~ You want over here, mutt~" The Canadian wrapped her arms around the Hellraiser's waist and pulled her back a few steps. "So, how is it?" Her green eyes locked with her beat up pal's blue pair, setting her chin on the mewling girl's shoulder. "Seeing this proud moron unable to act? Seeing her more horned up than a dolphin in mating season?" Clair brought a hand up, tugging at the string at the front of Finella's attire to undo it. "It's just the best when you get to see a bitch fall from her high perch, doesn't it~?" Keeping a loose grip on her waist with one arm, confident Finella wouldn't be able to muster the strength to escape, she started to grope one of the Hellraiser's now exposed tits. It seemed that while Chelsea wanted to simply hurt her, Clair was there to humiliate her.

"Ah, if only she hadn't been so stupid. Taken the win, let me and my love leave. But no, she had to be tough. Had to channel her dumb animal. It's almost sad." Suddenly she'd stop, suddenly shifting her and Finella's position to lock the bitch in an abdominal stretch, keeping her groping going and expose her beaten, blackened and blue belly for Chelsea to beat more. "Too bad no one cares~" And suddenly her nails dug into her victim's breast, squeezing it for all it was worth. With how aroused she was, she likely couldn't tell pain from pleasure. And Clair so looked forward to her cries of pain and pleasure.

[CaptainL]

It had already been a treat to put Finella in her place, to feel in control of things for a change, and to see the woman who had been such a frustration to her over the last few months bruised and beaten at her feet. It was even better to hear the crowd cheering her name, something that Chelsea greeted with a grin as she cupped her hand to her ear - even if she didn't know any Japanese, the sound of appreciation was universal. And of course, she was going to mock Finella about it. "Oh, do ye 'ear dat, Fin? Ye 'ear oo dee really wanna see?" Though, when Chelsea stepped off the stinkface and turned to face her rival, she burst into even louder laughter, jabbing a finger toward the tears welling in Finella's eyes as she hung by Clair's side. "Oh, nah, ay ye cryin'?~ Poor baby, maybe we went a little tew far..." But the wicked smile that split her face ear to ear, and the playful elbow she tapped against Clair's side, were enough to show that Chelsea was anything but regretful of her actions.

In fact, this was what made this moment go beyond simply being satisfying, and into a true moment of vindication. The image Finella had cultivated depended on her reputation as a fierce, savage, take-no-prisoners rebel who wouldn't ever hold back or bend a knee to anyone - which, of course, was far from the case here, when she was breaking down in tears and pleading for mercy. Everything that underpinned Finella's belief in herself crumbled against the beatdown Chelsea had unleashed. And Chelsea was dancing in the ashes.

But what was even better came a moment later - as Clair pulled away from the spiteful kiss she left on Finella's lips, leaving the Hellraiser dazed and wobbling. Her legs were like jelly as she stumbled about blindly, and though it was under her breath, Chelsea could still hear her begging for help. It was the first time she had ever seen her this vulnerable, and it was a sight she didn't know she needed so dearly in her life, up until this very moment.

"I'm sorry. Wha' wuz dat, like?" Chelsea teased, planting her hands on her hips as she leaned in closer to Finella. The Austrian pulled herself to her feet, and she tried to unleash a punch - but Chelsea didn't even need to counter it, when the work was done for her. Finella tripped and fell over herself, right into Chelsea's arms, and the blonde roared with laughter. She looked up at Clair, nodding approvingly in between chortles. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ye think I like it? Pssht! Only de best entitainment I've 'ad in beards!" She was so overtaken that she almost forgot to take Clair's offer to inflict some hurt of her own on the trapped and helpless Hellraiser. But that was an offer too good to refuse!

Stepping up to Finella, Chelsea began to rain punches into her stomach, watching as each strike caused her body to shake and her breasts to bounce. Again and again she hammered away at her, knowing Finella couldn't do anything to stop her - which, of course, only made it better.

She remembered how Finella had reacted earlier, and suddenly Chelsea was struck with inspiration. She left her rival just long enough to snatch up a microphone from the commentary desk - and upon returning, as she drove another fist deep into Finella's stomach, she held it right up to her face. "Why dun ye tell de nice people at 'ome 'ow ye feel?" Chelsea cackled, hoping the microphone would pick up her victim's sobs and pleas. She had no intention of letting Finella walk away from this with her dignity intact.

[RedShinigami]

Calling this Finellas worst day ever was a fucking understatement.
This was hell on earth and she has'nt raised it.
No, this time the Hellraisers were two unsufferable blondes who had made it their declared goal to destroy their common enemy in front of thousands of cheering people.

"Hngh...hgnhhh..."
Finella wanted to fight, Finella wanted to get back at them, she knew she could take them both at once if she just had the chance...
Of course the reality was looking much more bleak, as the Hellraiser stumbled around, much to the amusement of the crowd who saw another side of the famous bad ass, a sight Chelsea Forster was just eager to present to them!

Her mind and body were'nt under her control anymore as her limp form was pressed into the gentle hug of Clair, Finellas lips trembled as a soft moan escaped it, by feeling the breasts of the canadian pressed into her back.
She saw Chelsea standing before her, a blurred spot of yellow, red and black, heard the laughing, the taunting and still...whatever Clair had done to her made all her efforts of fighting back a useless task.

"Nooo...", she whimpered as Clair stripped her of her undies, leaving Finella nude and in her grasp. Her breasts getting gropped by the Canadian, making her panting all so softly.
"Nh-Nh-Nhhh...", she softly whimpered.
If felt so good, all her hate and shame melting away under the dominant grip of her enemy...

Except when all the pleasure changed into sheer agony again as Finell was put into an abdominal stretch, her bruised stomach now like a target for Chelseas fist, which the scouser gladly took advantage off as the first fist landed.

"Gaaaaah!"
The pain was sheer unbearable...Finella tried to escape, tried to do anything but all that she accomplished was more torture and pain when the Canadian dug her sharp nails into her breast, squeezing and mauling them, penetrating the soft flesh and adding a new burning sensation to the Hellraisers already hurting body.

The picture presented to the crowd was a grueling one, with Finellas body still drenched in Mikotos blood. After the brutal, uncalled for beatdown of the japanese woman, Fin had lost her last sympathies in the arena, making the crowd chant Chelseas name, everything Finella had worked for, namely crushing Chelsea under heel, seemed to bite her in the butt profoundly as Chelsea started a rain of fists into her already broken stomach.
"Ugh...Ughaaaaghh! Gwaaaagh!"
Finally, after the last fist was sent into her, Finellas eyes started to flutter...
It was over...the Hellraiser was beaten by her rival as she had beaten Chelsea before...they were even...everything had to be decided at the PPV...

She barely noticed her rival walking over to the announcers table, she was just glad that it had stopped...the only thing holding her upright were Clair who continued to crush her breast as if to pop it,but this pain was bareable, Chelseas brutal fists felt as if the Bunnies hand would punch right through her.
She wondered if all of it would heal until their showdown...

But Finella was'nt completely counted out. There was still a speck of energy left...a little one...and she triggered it, watched Chelsea come over as her vision constantly faded into the darkness.
The mic was shoved under her nose the second as Chelsea sent the hardest fist she could muster into her and a grueling scream echoed through the arena followed by pants.

The brit seemingly on top of the world as...
"Shels...hee...", she said and her eyes, clouded by pain and desire, still had a defiant look in it.
All eyes were on Finella now.
"u...bay...for...at..."
There she was, the Hellraiser, a speck, a glimmer of defiance in a hell, personalised for her by Chelsea and Clair.
Then her body went limp.
The Hellraiser was beaten, laying like a limp sack of potatoes in the arms of Clair.
The arena was silent, nothing moved or spoke as everyone wanted to see how the two blondes would wrap things up.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea had never seen Finella at such a low point in her career, or her life for that matter. And that was what made the sight all the more sweeter as Clair stripped away her last remaining covering, leaving her bare to the world. When Chelsea had been stripped at the Hellraiser's hands more times than she would care to admit or acknowledge, it brought a smile to her face to see her rival get a taste of her own medicine - and she threw back her head with another cackle as she continued to beat and bludgeon all over Finella's body. "W's de matti? I'm se all o' deez folks ay gettin' their muney's worth, like!" If Chelsea had any regrets, it was that her inability to speak Japanese made it so that she couldn't get the fans to confirm this for Finella to hear - though, the fact they were still cheering even through her beatdown told her that it was a safe bet they were.

At last, Chelsea, determined to get Finella to spill her guts on the world stage, grabbed a microphone and shoved it at her rival's face. Even before any words were spoken, she grinned wider and wider; she couldn't wait for the moment in which the proud and unshakable Hellraiser would be heard pleading for her safety all over the speakers. There was no way she could hide from Chelsea now. Her tears and sobs earlier she might have been able to get away with - but not this. Any second now, the world would know how she had been forced to run with her tail between her legs.

Except that moment never came. Even now, at her lowest moment, Finella managed to turn Chelsea's boast into a threat. She didn't cry, or beg for mercy - she shouted her vows to pay Chelsea back for her punishment. At once, the Scouser's smile fell. Glaring, she hissed from behind clenched teeth, her grip around the microphone tightening. This wasn't what she wanted at all! She had wanted to prove once and for all that Finella could never overcome her - and yet, the Wolf still managed to get a word in edgewise. Once again, Chelsea's plans had been foiled, all thanks to her.

"Aww, bugger it anyroad!" Chelsea spat. She might as well put the microphone to good use; she swung it straight across Finella's face to smack it to the side as though it were a club! The ring crew called out to her, warning her about damaging the equipment, but Chelsea couldn't care less. She tossed it aside, before giving Finella a shove from behind once she saw that Clair was done with her in order to drop her on her face. Then, she looked over to Clair, elbowing the Canadian's side. "'ey," she said, "follow me lead."

Chelsea would then duck down, looking to grab Finella by one leg as she put her other arm around the waist. She hoped that Clair would follow suit from the other side - sharp-eyed viewers would spot that Chelsea was setting up a double wheelbarrow suplex, the same finisher she and Molly had made use of in the past. In this case, it was a symbolic gesture - for this one night, against a common enemy, Clair was her teammate.

Like this, but with two people

[GolemGuardian]

Now THIS was entertainment. Taking a cocky woman all the way down off her pedastal, crushing her will and humiliating her for all to see. Clair couldn't get enough of it. Whether it was by her hand or Mikoto's, she just couldn't get enough of her victims' screams of agony or pleasure, or preferably both. And she was definitely getting those as she stripped Mikoto of the bikini she chose to dawn and woman handle her tits, first with a gentle touch of a lover and squeezing several moans past the Hellraisers lips and second with squeezing the hell out of them, twisting them like one would shut a water valve, and wretching cries of pain from her that accompanied the stomach punches.

With Chelsea the two made the bitch scream so beautifully with their double team. And it seemed both greatly enjoyed forcing their shared prey to reveal her pain to the crowd. And that would seem to be what exactly what was in the Brit's mind as she went over to the announcer's table. "So, are you enjoying your time here, mutt~?" Clair's hand squeezed harder and she put more torque into the stretch to further rend more cries from Finella. "Oh how I wish it had just been us. I'd have you on the floor, swirling your insides about with my tongue and fingers, turning you into a mess that could only think of sex." To punctuate her words she released the mangled breast before it went down to plunge her fingers into the bitch's vagina harshly for a few seconds. "But maybe we'll get a chance later? For now, just lay there and take this like the put down dog you are. And ingrain this in your brain. I may have let this bunny have the spotlight here, but you'll be in so much worse shape if we meet again." She pulled her fingers out, tightening the stretch once her fellow blond returned with the microphone.

Clair could get behind her idea. The ultimate humiliation would be not the Hellraiser being put on display, it would be her begging for it to end. For the two to quit their double teaming and let her be. A nail in the coffin before the two would meet at We Are LAW. Again the Canadian thought on the irony. She was good to just leave, let Finella keep her win and the momentum she'd earn for the PPV. But no, she had to be a prideful upstart and bite at Clair's gift horse. All this, the pain she was feeling, the haze that clouded her mind, was brought upon by herself.

And speaking of the consequences of her own actions, it seemed like someone still didn't know her place. Even after the bunny offered her the microphone, to allow her to tell the crowd just how desperate for this all to end she was. Instead she squeezed out what little resistance she could still muster. It was almost a little cute, if it were not so incredibly annoying. And the two must have been on the same pissed off, disgruntled wavelength as her impromptu partner's smile dropped and made use of the mic. Not to insult her, but rather to slam it into her face like she was swinging a club. Clair, having seen the wind up, let go right as she hit and let Finella fall right down to the ground. "Right where someone like you belongs."

She soon got elbowed, interrupting whatever monologue she may have been getting into. Her fellow blond asked her to follow her lead, and the Canadian decided to. Mostly to sate her curiosity. And when she saw what the plan was, she couldn't stop the smile that grew on her face. "Ooo, love it. If I may make a suggestion," she said with a tilt of her head towards the announcer's table. It would be the perfect end to this beat down, and hopefully Chelsea would be all for it. She followed the motions, grabbing a leg and putting one arm around the mutt's waist, and got Finella in position if Chelsea agreed to her suggestion. "Ready, AND!" And suddenly, with her signal, the two lifted the bitch off the ground and completed the double wheelbarrow suplex, tossing her back and into, and possibly through, the table. Or if they didn't move into position then into the thin pads of the rideside area. Either way, it was going to hurt the rabid dog a lot.

[RedShinigami]

It was hardly the first beatdown she had to endure, nor was it the most creative one,but it was surely one of the most brutal and humiliating ones.
The Hellraiser brought it on herself, that much was clear, always living up to her life motto: Sex, Drugs and Rock N Roll, a dangerous and selfdestroying style of living but Finella would'nt like it any other way.

Now she was in the clasp of her hated rival, the thorn in her side, the woman she wanted to destroy, once and for all, Chelsea Forster, and that new girl, a demented Canadian named Clair.
Finella knew instantly that they would meet again and this next time would be even more heated then this occasion.

Her body was broken, her stomach felt like it had been teared in half, her head hurt like something tried to break out from inside her skull and her whole body was on fire, she was done, Finella ran on her last ounce of fuel and what was worse then all the physical pain was the look in Chelseas face, the utter satisfaction to finally get back on Finella for all she had done to her.

And then there was Clair, who whispered threats into her ear like the devil himself.
Finella listened. She had to, and when Clairs fingers shifted position and plunged into her waiting pussy she screamed even louder, her wet mounds hugging the slender fingers of her torturer tight.
"Hah...hahn...nghaaah..."

It felt so wonderful, it felt tousand times better then she ever had felt something... this was what heaven must feel like, the touch of Clair was pure magic...
The lipstick.
It had to do with that lipstick, so much she could figure again, her battered and drugged brain managed to take a few gasps of air before being dragged into the endless ocean again.

Her fingers left, making Finella welp like the bitch Chelsea and Clair saw in here.
"Uuuh..."
She saw Chelsea, felt the microphone under her nose, but instead of giving up, instead of moaning and begging she decided for one last attempt of defiance, speaking a warning to Chelsea before her body went limp.

The arena was silent for a moment, no one, the two women, the crowd, had thought that so much concious thought was left in Finella to form those words, slurred but clear in their intentions...
All roads led to their clash at PPV where the two girls finally would clash together officially since their tag team match. Finella vs Chelsea. Only one would leave the ring walking upright, that much was clear.

Finella went limp before Chelsea clubbed her with the microphone, she did'nt feel it anymore, the new bleeding wound that her rival had gifted her with.
Now Finellas own blood started to flow, mixed with Mikotos that still caked her face and body.

And Chelsea decided for one last humiliation.
A greeting from the British Bunnies, even if Molly would have been likely not ok with it...
Clair and Chelsea lifted her prone form and slammed her into the announcers table behind them that went down with a crash, leaving the twitching, battered and unconcious heap of flesh that was Finella Edelstein back for the medical team to pick up...

This was it.
Finella had won and then she did'nt. Her own ego had allowed her most hated foe to crush her into the ground.
But it would not been unanswered. Finella was'nt done with Chelsea, not in a long run...
They would meet again before their fateful clash at We are LAW and Finella would be ready...

[CaptainL]

Even when Chelsea and Mikoto were both halves of established teams in their own right, when the two of them came together now, it was with perfect cohesion and coordination. They hadn't even met prior to tonight, but that didn't matter; without even needing to confer, they knew their plan of attack perfectly, and when they stepped in to set up each move, they knew perfectly well how to complement one another. After all, tonight, they were joined in a common purpose - whether or not they knew each other didn't matter. They were both united by a desire to take Finella Edelstein down.

As Finella was dumped unceremoniously onto her face, Chelsea grinned wider as she took hold of one of her rival's legs, and as she watched Clair take the other. She could feel the butterflies rising in her stomach as she anticipated the thud of her body against the floor when the two of them hurled her overhead. And when Clair proposed to take her over to the announcer's table, Chelsea only smirked even wider. Now this girl was speaking her language, all right.

'eheh...you're a genius, ye nah dat?" she said, dragging Finella a few inches closer to get her into position, and rubbing her face and chest against the ground in the process. And then, the two leaned back, catapulting Finella straight through the surface of the table! The commentators were already clearing the scene, knowing what was to come - but it wouldn't stop Finella from coming crashing onto the table, the wood cracking under her weight as she fell to the ground in a heap.

With all being said and done, Chelsea straightened herself from the ground, dusting off her hands with a grin on her face. "Good show," she told Clair, offering her hand for a shake. "If I see ye around, I'll 'uv ter buy ye a bevvy er two." But for now, Chelsea's work here was done. She turned and walked her way to the exit, her chin lifted high with a prideful glow on her face. Her feud with Finella was far from over, but now, she felt like she'd evened the odds just a little.