There was no mistake about it; Chelsea would be more than pleased to have any opportunity to strangle Finella with her bare hands, whether that was in the privacy of her own home or not. But here, on a grand stage, at LAW's biggest event of the year - perhaps even their biggest event to date - and with so many watchful eyes, the prize was so much greater. Chelsea didn't just want to ruin Finella, to leave her bruised and broken and to put her through hell and back the way she'd always threatened her with. She wanted an audience for it. She wanted the world to see what she would do to her, and how she'd leave her at the end of it all, and she wanted there to be no doubt, by the end of the night, as to who had come out of their feud reigning supreme. Chelsea might have been at We Are LAW before, but that was only on the undercard. Here, though, not only was she on the main card, but in a highly publicized and hyped up bout that had been brewing for some time by now. She had the opportunity in front of her to make this her finest moment, and she wasn't going to let it pass her by.
Even Finella's threats barely did anything more than make Chelsea angrier. Her words could easily have chilled the blood of a lesser woman, but Chelsea had sworn that, if nothing else, she wouldn't let the Wolf get away with claiming she had gotten her to back down, or shrink away in fear. This was only going to end with one of them beaten down, lying in a pool of their own blood - and even as Finella lay atop the Englishwoman, weighing her to the floor with her hands clasped around her throat, Chelsea only faced her with her teeth clenched into a snarl as she hissed back in her direction. That rage kept her going. It fueled the fire within her that was pushing her forward, stoking her urge to crush and destroy her most hated rival. And when Chelsea's fingers tightened into a white-knuckled grip around the strands of Finella's hair, and she flung her head into the Hellraiser's own with a sickening thud, it was that rage that was driving her.
Now, Finella let go of Chelsea, the impact knocking her into a daze. She tumbled over onto her back, staring up at the lights. A while ago, this alone would be a welcome sight for Chelsea, letting her know she had put her sworn enemy in her place. But by now, this wouldn't do. Finella deserved so, so much more. The blonde was quick to scramble on top of Finella, staring daggers down into her eyes from above, before she drew back a fist to let it fly into her face!
Again and again, Chelsea pounded at Finella's face, her voice growing louder and louder as she screamed in rage with each blow she landed. "Put a fookin' sock in it, shit'ead! I'll knock all doz railings outi yer cakehole, like, and maybe that'll finally shut ye up!" She wouldn't let up or slow down, it seemed, until Finella's face was a bloody pulp.
But eventually, Chelsea finally changed her tactics. With Finella dazed, she looked back up at the fans, who were now cheering her on. A grin came to her face, and she stuck out her chest, her hands proudly on her hips. For Chelsea, this was personal. But she could afford a little showboating. It would only rub it in even more for Finella when it came to who had this match won. And she had the perfect idea.
"Let's show this flea-bitten cretin whuz she really belongs!" Chelsea shouted. It didn't matter that barely anyone watching could understand her - the conviction in her voice was well enough to speak of her intent anyway, as she crawled forward to seat herself down on top of Finella's face! There, she ground her hips back and forth, rubbing her behind up closer to her. "Ye remember this, hm?!" she added, looking down at Finella - an allusion to the stinkface she had inflicted on her when she had stormed the ring following the Hellraiser's match against Mitoko.
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It had to go like this, nothing else would satisfy those women and nothing more could be at stake.
This was the decision, the decision who was the better woman, the stronger fighter, this was the biggest highlight in their careers as wrestler yet!
Both Chelsea and Finella were not letting faith decide over anything, their bodies, shaped and muscled, both women were at the top of their game for this match, proving to all of LAW that they were to taken seriously and proving to each other that none of those two would ever back down until one of them was under the heel of the other.
Finella had punched Chelseas throat and was ready to choke her with all she could muster to either end this match quick and humiliating the bitch or , more likely, to wear her down enough for Finella to raise hell on her.
But for now it was the englishwoman who was calling the shots as she took one move out of the old LAW Classics book and gave Finella devastating headbutt, that made the wolf fall back in almost a beautiful ark as her body hit the canvas.
"Ungh...bitch..."
A single drop of blood ran down the right side of her forhead and down onto her eye, she had to blink it away, but suddenly Chelsea was back again, faster then she ever was.
//Goddammit...she has trained as much as I did...//
Finella was'nt so stupid to think that Chelsea was lacking but the progress that her enemy had made just to add up to Finella was tremendous.
She looked at Chelseas body, more toned, more muscles, her movements more direct and much more coordinated and swift.
This was'nt the Chelsea Forster that she had met, the March Hare it seemed, was whole other business as the british Bunny.
And for a second, when the first fist hit her face, cracking her head back into the canvas, Finella had a small speck of doubt in her.
Since the announcement of their match it was crystalclear for the Hellraiser and actually some experts at LAW who was the big favourite in this match. Chelsea was much to much a uncoordinated Brawler, making mistakes out of poor spite or when getting pissed off.
But here...this was'nt the Chelsea who had looked to put up a fight with those Carnival Girls...this was a Chelsea who had prepared for Finella.
After a few hits, Finella was ready to come back even if her head ringed and her face was numb, but she was still too out of it, her arms outstretched next to her as Chelsea grinned and showboated...something new again...
Since when did she care about the crowd?
Finella looked up as a shadow cast itself over her face and she was met again with the dubious pleasure to take a wiff of the March Hares arse...
"Mfffffh!"
She kicked and squirmed and the crowd hooted and hollered, appreciating that next to the brutality the sexyness did'nt fall short either.
Finellas toned arms flailed around and slapped the canvas, oh no, not like this, not at this early stage...
Her arms shot up and her fingers dug themselves into the soft fabric of Chelseas lacy bra as she started to squeeze her breasts for all they were worth!
The crowd exploded at the sight of the combined facesmother and breastmauling attack, both women intent not to give up, but if Chelsea tried to pry her hands away, her sexy legs would follow grabbing her between her thighs and send her down from her, head and backfirst into the unforgiving canvas!
This was the decision, the decision who was the better woman, the stronger fighter, this was the biggest highlight in their careers as wrestler yet!
Both Chelsea and Finella were not letting faith decide over anything, their bodies, shaped and muscled, both women were at the top of their game for this match, proving to all of LAW that they were to taken seriously and proving to each other that none of those two would ever back down until one of them was under the heel of the other.
Finella had punched Chelseas throat and was ready to choke her with all she could muster to either end this match quick and humiliating the bitch or , more likely, to wear her down enough for Finella to raise hell on her.
But for now it was the englishwoman who was calling the shots as she took one move out of the old LAW Classics book and gave Finella devastating headbutt, that made the wolf fall back in almost a beautiful ark as her body hit the canvas.
"Ungh...bitch..."
A single drop of blood ran down the right side of her forhead and down onto her eye, she had to blink it away, but suddenly Chelsea was back again, faster then she ever was.
//Goddammit...she has trained as much as I did...//
Finella was'nt so stupid to think that Chelsea was lacking but the progress that her enemy had made just to add up to Finella was tremendous.
She looked at Chelseas body, more toned, more muscles, her movements more direct and much more coordinated and swift.
This was'nt the Chelsea Forster that she had met, the March Hare it seemed, was whole other business as the british Bunny.
And for a second, when the first fist hit her face, cracking her head back into the canvas, Finella had a small speck of doubt in her.
Since the announcement of their match it was crystalclear for the Hellraiser and actually some experts at LAW who was the big favourite in this match. Chelsea was much to much a uncoordinated Brawler, making mistakes out of poor spite or when getting pissed off.
But here...this was'nt the Chelsea who had looked to put up a fight with those Carnival Girls...this was a Chelsea who had prepared for Finella.
After a few hits, Finella was ready to come back even if her head ringed and her face was numb, but she was still too out of it, her arms outstretched next to her as Chelsea grinned and showboated...something new again...
Since when did she care about the crowd?
Finella looked up as a shadow cast itself over her face and she was met again with the dubious pleasure to take a wiff of the March Hares arse...
"Mfffffh!"
She kicked and squirmed and the crowd hooted and hollered, appreciating that next to the brutality the sexyness did'nt fall short either.
Finellas toned arms flailed around and slapped the canvas, oh no, not like this, not at this early stage...
Her arms shot up and her fingers dug themselves into the soft fabric of Chelseas lacy bra as she started to squeeze her breasts for all they were worth!
The crowd exploded at the sight of the combined facesmother and breastmauling attack, both women intent not to give up, but if Chelsea tried to pry her hands away, her sexy legs would follow grabbing her between her thighs and send her down from her, head and backfirst into the unforgiving canvas!
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Chelsea might have gone down, but under no circumstances was she going to be out. Even with her head aching and the world around her growing blurry, the Englishwoman still looked up at her opponent with a snarl as her body went tense. She just wanted to reach out, to wrap her fingers around that throat and squeeze like Finella was doing to her - and that desire to see Finella crushed before her was even stronger when she had Chelsea held to the mat, threatening to end the match here and now. Chelsea couldn't have that. She'd never be able to forgive herself if she let her rival win so easily! She needed to prove to her once and for all that she wasn't going to back down!
With a crack, Chelsea's head met Finella's own as she swung it up from the mat, knocking the two of them away from one another. Finella fell back sprawling to the canvas, and as Chelsea picked herself back up, even as she had to catch her breath before throwing herself back into the fray, a smile crossed her face. Now, she had Finella at her mercy, and she wasn't going to pass up such an opportunity.
She started things off in typical enough fashion, getting into a mounted position atop Finella as she rained punches down into the girl's face. But that couldn't keep her attention forever. Soon, she realized, she would have to switch things up - and she wanted her next move to be as insulting and demeaning for Finella as it was effective! She scrambled on top of the brunette's face, pressing her hips down on top of her airways, and the crowd went wild at the sight! The Englishwoman raised her head to the sky, and her smile grew even wider. They were cheering her! Not only was she smothering Finella into submission, the very fate she'd wanted for her ever since they met, but she had an eager audience for it!
To the sound of Finella's muffled groans, Chelsea looked down at her with a wicked grin. "Oh yis, that's rite! Likin' de view from down thuz, hm? Maybe ye want a closer look?~" Pressing her hips even tighter against Finella's face, Chelsea twisted from side to side, grinding her behind harder into the Austrian's features. She threw her head back, cackling with glee - but her laughter would soon give way to a loud, shrill scream, as Finella grabbed tightly onto her opponent's breasts, causing her eyes to go wide with shock.
"OW!! OW, LET GO!" Chelsea screamed, beginning to writhe back and forth faster in an attempt to shake Finella's grasp off. Her teeth clenched and her face reddened with the pain, the flesh of her bosom squeezing out in between the Hellraiser's grasping fingers. She began to lift her hips up from her foe's face, trying to slam them down against Finella's head to deal more damage, while she grabbed for her wrists to pull her off.
But it was no use, either way - Finella soon kicked up with her legs, practically folding her body over to grab for Chelsea's own! The crowd gasped and cheered at such flexibility from Finella, but she was about to put it to good use, as Chelsea was swung back in an arc. A scream cut through the air before it was abruptly cut off as Chelsea slammed into the mat. She bounced off the canvas as she came to a halt, gasping and gagging to get the air back into her lungs.
With a crack, Chelsea's head met Finella's own as she swung it up from the mat, knocking the two of them away from one another. Finella fell back sprawling to the canvas, and as Chelsea picked herself back up, even as she had to catch her breath before throwing herself back into the fray, a smile crossed her face. Now, she had Finella at her mercy, and she wasn't going to pass up such an opportunity.
She started things off in typical enough fashion, getting into a mounted position atop Finella as she rained punches down into the girl's face. But that couldn't keep her attention forever. Soon, she realized, she would have to switch things up - and she wanted her next move to be as insulting and demeaning for Finella as it was effective! She scrambled on top of the brunette's face, pressing her hips down on top of her airways, and the crowd went wild at the sight! The Englishwoman raised her head to the sky, and her smile grew even wider. They were cheering her! Not only was she smothering Finella into submission, the very fate she'd wanted for her ever since they met, but she had an eager audience for it!
To the sound of Finella's muffled groans, Chelsea looked down at her with a wicked grin. "Oh yis, that's rite! Likin' de view from down thuz, hm? Maybe ye want a closer look?~" Pressing her hips even tighter against Finella's face, Chelsea twisted from side to side, grinding her behind harder into the Austrian's features. She threw her head back, cackling with glee - but her laughter would soon give way to a loud, shrill scream, as Finella grabbed tightly onto her opponent's breasts, causing her eyes to go wide with shock.
"OW!! OW, LET GO!" Chelsea screamed, beginning to writhe back and forth faster in an attempt to shake Finella's grasp off. Her teeth clenched and her face reddened with the pain, the flesh of her bosom squeezing out in between the Hellraiser's grasping fingers. She began to lift her hips up from her foe's face, trying to slam them down against Finella's head to deal more damage, while she grabbed for her wrists to pull her off.
But it was no use, either way - Finella soon kicked up with her legs, practically folding her body over to grab for Chelsea's own! The crowd gasped and cheered at such flexibility from Finella, but she was about to put it to good use, as Chelsea was swung back in an arc. A scream cut through the air before it was abruptly cut off as Chelsea slammed into the mat. She bounced off the canvas as she came to a halt, gasping and gagging to get the air back into her lungs.
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Re: Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match
Finella landed on the unforgiving canvas, the headbutt Chelsea gave her, damn those fucking headbutts, it seemed that all of LAW had taken a love to them, Finella could'nt think of one match where her head was'nt bashed with another persons skull!
Anyway, it did enough damage to send her back in an almost wonderful ark, down from Chelsea and right before her on the floor, something the english woman had to love right now, that much Fin was sure.
And Chelsea did'nt even think of letting Finella go to her feet as she mounted her opponent and started raining down fist after relentless fist into the pretty face of her opponent.
"Gnh...Gha...Ahg...Ghagh..."
Finella had to take it for now but the match had just started and their energy was high after weeks and weeks of intense training.
This bout could only end when one body finally gave in and it would'nt be the Hellraisers.
But suddenly the british woman seemed to get a more devious idea...something she was known for all to well, and shifted herself up to set her perfect formed touchie on the face of Finella.
In any other case Finella would have enjoyed having a nice, sexy girl like Chelsea sitting on her but not in this case. In this case it seemed that one predator had the other under its paws and bragged about it as the crowd started to roar!
They cheered her! After all Chelsea had done with the british Bunnies to make them hate her, now she seemed to finally had gathered the respect and love of the crowd...of course this was'nt her work alone. Karl and George really knew how to manage wrestlers and get good public relations.
Mad Tea Party had held several interviews, fanmeetings, hell they even were invited to wrestling podcasts and a TV show. They built their image up, still chaotic and evil but with their theme, Chelseas hard hitting style and beauty and Georges unbeatable Charisma they had stomped something out of the ground that Finella never could think of was possible.
Karls connections helped too it seemed and indeed the charming Austrian had more then one friend in certain important places in Japan, knew the name of the game and had helped too to hype this fight, making it something special and special it was...
"Mfffffgh.."
Finella sat under the butt of Chelsea who laughed and started to rub her thinly clad behind all over the face of her hated rival and Finella hated every second of it.
Finally Chelsea seemed to have come down to her level, not that she did'nt stinkface people before but this...she was playing to the crowd, popping out her laughable small chest and rubbed her womanhood and behind in Fins face...
But the Hellraiser had an answer..she ALWAYS would have answer, Chelseas frustration with her was born out of the desperation that Finella always was a step ahead and she would be here too...
Her nails dug deep into the fabric of Chelseas bra,crushing her breasts while the scouser tried to get up and slam herself on her face to knock her down again and suffocate her!
No, this would'nt happen!
Finella had trained with her new Tag Partner Chris, managing to learn a few new tricks and making her body a little bit more flexible, using her thighs to swing her legs up and slam Chelsea down from and onto the canvas with a big slam.
Finella gagged and took some deep breaths before looking up...and now she realized it as something was dripping down in her eye...
Chelsea had drawn first blood.
Now it was on and now there were no barriers anymore.
With a snarl the wolf got up and jumped onto her rival, grabbing both her arms and pinned them down.
"You little, worthless shit...", she said and blood from the small wound on her forehead dripped down on Chelseas cheek.
The face of Finella was now the grimace of a demon as she shifted forward, pinning Chelseas arms down with her knees and grabbing her head before raining some punches of herself down onto the unprotected skull of the scouser.
Oh but she would'nt end there , oh no, she already had a plan and when she had the blonde bitch dizzied enough she grabbed her ponytail and got her up by it, bringing Chelsea to her feet before her.
She wrapped her hand around it like a handle and raised her fist to the crowd.
"ROCK N ROLL!", she screamed getting a huge pop before she sent a fist right to Chelseas face only to transform it into a brutal elbow , hitting Chelseas chin.
"You are not worthy..."
SMASH!
"Being in this very ring..."
SMASH!
"...with me you little cunt..."
SMASH!
With every elbow she had sent Chelsea closer to a corner and when she finally had sandwiched the blonde woman between her and the ringpost Finella finally realized her plan.
"Blood..."
She said as she wrapped herself around Chelsea, her head coming closer...
And she bit her in the forehead...
A move, often seen in japanese wrestling, Finella and Chelsea had promised a massacre and nothing less they would present as the Wolf sent her teeth into the bunny, biting into the thin flesh between her scalp and forhead until she tasted the blood of her rival and backed away.
The screams coming from Chelsea at this procedure where just the icing on the cake and Finella backed away, her chin dripping with some of Chelseas blood.
"...for blood..."
"you really are clueless...in what hellish things they threw me in underground wrestling. You don't have the slightest idea...but don't worry...I show you...", she said and wiped her chin, spitting the rest of Chelseas blood into the face of the englishwoman who was bleeding herself from the headwound, the Hellraiser just had inflicted on her...
She grinned and started to laugh herself as she raised an arm, trying to smash her fist right into the wound when a flash was bursting through her system.
"GAAAGH!"
Finella let go of Chelsea and tumbled backwards, holding on to the ropes...what was that...
And then she saw it, in the corner of her eyes...George...this staff...
Now she understood...
She looked back to Chelsea hoping that her momentum was'nt broken...
(Authors note, the parts of Chris Yukine were written by GolemGuardian!)
George smiled as he saw Chelsea dishing out the first punch in this battle. That was how his March Hare rolled. Chelsea being patient, calm or collected? Ah, that would'nt be his Chelsea, his new Partner was everything you would expect from a holligan punk from Liverpool and man those two would capitalize on it. George the suave Gentleman from the Eastend with the brawling March Hare from Liverpool, what a dreamteam come true. But they were not alone, as it seemed that Finella Edelstein also had done her homework and started a team, and George knew the small woman all too well. "Oi, swee'hear'! you in'o animals now? I am kidding of course, I love your new name! You 'ave 'o do a concer' a' 'he pub when your par'ner wakes up from 'er coma!", he chuckled and twisted his cane in one hand. Something about it was suspicious but what was really behind that interesting looking accessoire would present itself usefulness right away as Finella had Chelsea in a bad spot...and George knew what he had too do...
Chris stood at ringside, knowing that Fin had this. Not only had they perfected that opening to a 't,' but she had been there helping her partner and friend to prepare train for the fight. She had confidence that the Hellraiser was going to kick Chelsea's ass from here to Sunday. Even if the Brit had gotten the first shot in, that mattered very little. "Give her hell, Fin!" Chris cheered, swinging her guitar onto her back.
But then she was reminded of the dear bar owner, who had hired her numerous times to play live at his pub. The two had a decent working relationship, even if the rock star found his continuous advances repulsive. But beneath the sleeze, he was a decent guy that gave her a decent paycheck now and then. And free drinks. So when the other Brit called for her attention, she just shot him a glare. "Oh hey, George. I'm surprised you're still here, after that awful jab you made at Chelsea for the sake of your introduction," she said with a little annoyance. After all, who didn't know about the one night stand the new manager and his managee had?
"Oh, and I'll gladly play another show for your pub, AFTER Finella kicks Chelsea's ass from here to Wales." While she appreciated the compliment to their team name, this wasn't a time for niceties. She was here to help Fin win, not have a convo with the guy managing the Hellraiser's victim.
Anyway, it did enough damage to send her back in an almost wonderful ark, down from Chelsea and right before her on the floor, something the english woman had to love right now, that much Fin was sure.
And Chelsea did'nt even think of letting Finella go to her feet as she mounted her opponent and started raining down fist after relentless fist into the pretty face of her opponent.
"Gnh...Gha...Ahg...Ghagh..."
Finella had to take it for now but the match had just started and their energy was high after weeks and weeks of intense training.
This bout could only end when one body finally gave in and it would'nt be the Hellraisers.
But suddenly the british woman seemed to get a more devious idea...something she was known for all to well, and shifted herself up to set her perfect formed touchie on the face of Finella.
In any other case Finella would have enjoyed having a nice, sexy girl like Chelsea sitting on her but not in this case. In this case it seemed that one predator had the other under its paws and bragged about it as the crowd started to roar!
They cheered her! After all Chelsea had done with the british Bunnies to make them hate her, now she seemed to finally had gathered the respect and love of the crowd...of course this was'nt her work alone. Karl and George really knew how to manage wrestlers and get good public relations.
Mad Tea Party had held several interviews, fanmeetings, hell they even were invited to wrestling podcasts and a TV show. They built their image up, still chaotic and evil but with their theme, Chelseas hard hitting style and beauty and Georges unbeatable Charisma they had stomped something out of the ground that Finella never could think of was possible.
Karls connections helped too it seemed and indeed the charming Austrian had more then one friend in certain important places in Japan, knew the name of the game and had helped too to hype this fight, making it something special and special it was...
"Mfffffgh.."
Finella sat under the butt of Chelsea who laughed and started to rub her thinly clad behind all over the face of her hated rival and Finella hated every second of it.
Finally Chelsea seemed to have come down to her level, not that she did'nt stinkface people before but this...she was playing to the crowd, popping out her laughable small chest and rubbed her womanhood and behind in Fins face...
But the Hellraiser had an answer..she ALWAYS would have answer, Chelseas frustration with her was born out of the desperation that Finella always was a step ahead and she would be here too...
Her nails dug deep into the fabric of Chelseas bra,crushing her breasts while the scouser tried to get up and slam herself on her face to knock her down again and suffocate her!
No, this would'nt happen!
Finella had trained with her new Tag Partner Chris, managing to learn a few new tricks and making her body a little bit more flexible, using her thighs to swing her legs up and slam Chelsea down from and onto the canvas with a big slam.
Finella gagged and took some deep breaths before looking up...and now she realized it as something was dripping down in her eye...
Chelsea had drawn first blood.
Now it was on and now there were no barriers anymore.
With a snarl the wolf got up and jumped onto her rival, grabbing both her arms and pinned them down.
"You little, worthless shit...", she said and blood from the small wound on her forehead dripped down on Chelseas cheek.
The face of Finella was now the grimace of a demon as she shifted forward, pinning Chelseas arms down with her knees and grabbing her head before raining some punches of herself down onto the unprotected skull of the scouser.
Oh but she would'nt end there , oh no, she already had a plan and when she had the blonde bitch dizzied enough she grabbed her ponytail and got her up by it, bringing Chelsea to her feet before her.
She wrapped her hand around it like a handle and raised her fist to the crowd.
"ROCK N ROLL!", she screamed getting a huge pop before she sent a fist right to Chelseas face only to transform it into a brutal elbow , hitting Chelseas chin.
"You are not worthy..."
SMASH!
"Being in this very ring..."
SMASH!
"...with me you little cunt..."
SMASH!
With every elbow she had sent Chelsea closer to a corner and when she finally had sandwiched the blonde woman between her and the ringpost Finella finally realized her plan.
"Blood..."
She said as she wrapped herself around Chelsea, her head coming closer...
And she bit her in the forehead...
A move, often seen in japanese wrestling, Finella and Chelsea had promised a massacre and nothing less they would present as the Wolf sent her teeth into the bunny, biting into the thin flesh between her scalp and forhead until she tasted the blood of her rival and backed away.
The screams coming from Chelsea at this procedure where just the icing on the cake and Finella backed away, her chin dripping with some of Chelseas blood.
"...for blood..."
"you really are clueless...in what hellish things they threw me in underground wrestling. You don't have the slightest idea...but don't worry...I show you...", she said and wiped her chin, spitting the rest of Chelseas blood into the face of the englishwoman who was bleeding herself from the headwound, the Hellraiser just had inflicted on her...
She grinned and started to laugh herself as she raised an arm, trying to smash her fist right into the wound when a flash was bursting through her system.
"GAAAGH!"
Finella let go of Chelsea and tumbled backwards, holding on to the ropes...what was that...
And then she saw it, in the corner of her eyes...George...this staff...
Now she understood...
She looked back to Chelsea hoping that her momentum was'nt broken...
(Authors note, the parts of Chris Yukine were written by GolemGuardian!)
George smiled as he saw Chelsea dishing out the first punch in this battle. That was how his March Hare rolled. Chelsea being patient, calm or collected? Ah, that would'nt be his Chelsea, his new Partner was everything you would expect from a holligan punk from Liverpool and man those two would capitalize on it. George the suave Gentleman from the Eastend with the brawling March Hare from Liverpool, what a dreamteam come true. But they were not alone, as it seemed that Finella Edelstein also had done her homework and started a team, and George knew the small woman all too well. "Oi, swee'hear'! you in'o animals now? I am kidding of course, I love your new name! You 'ave 'o do a concer' a' 'he pub when your par'ner wakes up from 'er coma!", he chuckled and twisted his cane in one hand. Something about it was suspicious but what was really behind that interesting looking accessoire would present itself usefulness right away as Finella had Chelsea in a bad spot...and George knew what he had too do...
Chris stood at ringside, knowing that Fin had this. Not only had they perfected that opening to a 't,' but she had been there helping her partner and friend to prepare train for the fight. She had confidence that the Hellraiser was going to kick Chelsea's ass from here to Sunday. Even if the Brit had gotten the first shot in, that mattered very little. "Give her hell, Fin!" Chris cheered, swinging her guitar onto her back.
But then she was reminded of the dear bar owner, who had hired her numerous times to play live at his pub. The two had a decent working relationship, even if the rock star found his continuous advances repulsive. But beneath the sleeze, he was a decent guy that gave her a decent paycheck now and then. And free drinks. So when the other Brit called for her attention, she just shot him a glare. "Oh hey, George. I'm surprised you're still here, after that awful jab you made at Chelsea for the sake of your introduction," she said with a little annoyance. After all, who didn't know about the one night stand the new manager and his managee had?
"Oh, and I'll gladly play another show for your pub, AFTER Finella kicks Chelsea's ass from here to Wales." While she appreciated the compliment to their team name, this wasn't a time for niceties. She was here to help Fin win, not have a convo with the guy managing the Hellraiser's victim.
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Re: Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match
Only a few seconds ago, Chelsea had felt on top of the world at the feeling of being poised atop her hated opponent's face in a position that was every bit as demeaning and humiliating for her as it was exhilarating for the blonde herself. With each twist of her hips digging deeper into Finella's face, she could feel her heart racing with excitement. But all of that changed in the blink of an eye, as Finella reached up to grab her by the breasts and squeezed with all her might. Howling with pain, the Englishwoman was forced to let up on her assault, and from there it was easy enough for Finella to grab her by the waist and fling her off.
Chelsea hit the mat with a thud, causing the canvas to rumble beneath her landing. She was still wincing from the pain, and her bra had begun to slip down on one side thanks to the Hellraiser's clawing; with a blush coming to her cheeks, she quickly moved it back into place. But she soon looked up to see Finella looming above her, and her teeth clenched as her fingers curled into tightly-balled fists. Blood dripped from her forehead, but it wasn't slowing her down. If anything, from the looks of it Finella was just getting angrier! It was barely a moment later that, in a flash, Finella pounced on top of Chelsea, holding her wrists against the mat and staring her dead in the eyes.
Many women would have tremble at the sight of an angry Finella Edelstein staring them down. But Chelsea didn't. She couldn't - when it came to Finella, she was too blinded by her own rage to even begin to feel fear. After all the Wolf had done to her, tearing her down in every way she could and turning everything Chelsea did into an excuse to laugh at her expense, she couldn't stop. She couldn't let this end without giving it the utmost limit of her ability. Even if she had to tear Finella limb from limb just to stop her, not only would she do it, she'd do it in a heartbeat! Her teeth clenched and her eyes narrowing, Chelsea hissed back at Finella under her breath. "Piss off..!" she growled, just daring Finella to make her move. As she spoke, the anger rose in her voice more and more. "You're gon'ter call me worthless? Bah-! Ye couldn't evun beat a berd oo wasn't evun in de blewdy match!"
Despite getting a few harsh words in, Chelsea knew it wouldn't be good enough. With Finella on top of her, she was vulnerable, pinned down, and exposed to attack, and with her rival holding her arms down, it was even harder for her to escape. She writhed from side to side, twisting her hips and bucking with her back, but Finella was able to slide up over her until she could restrain her arms with her knees - in the process bringing more pressure down against Chelsea's ribs and making it harder for her to breathe, as her weight bore down on her chest. The Englishwoman hissed and coughed under the strain, but it was far from the end of her predicament. Not when Finella grabbed her by the head and hammered punches again and again into her face!
"Gahh! Ghhk!!" Chelsea sputtered, each blow making her body reel from the impact and sending her twisting and turning from side to side. By the time Finella was finished, the world around her was spinning, and her skull had grown numb. But still Finella grabbed her by the ponytail to lift her to her feet. Stunned as she was, it was only by virtue of Finella's grip on her that Chelsea was able to stay up at all; her eyes were glazed over and staring out into space, and her feet dangled limply beneath her as she buckled at the knees. But she could feel the pain digging into her scalp, and she gnashed her teeth at the burning sensation.
Nor did it do any favors for Chelsea when Finella rammed her fist against Chelsea's face, cracking her head to the side - or when she followed that with an elbow to her chin to knock it the other way! Her body spun limply in place as Finella smacked her from side to side each time one of her blows landed, her head snapping from one direction to the other and her thinly-contained breasts jiggling with the motion of her body. And with the final elbow, Chelsea fell back off her feet entirely, landing in the corner. She sunk lower as she let out a pained moan, held up only by her arms dangling over the ropes. Slowly her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. But Finella wasn't about to let her go unscathed for long - not as she dug her teeth into Chelsea's forehead!
At once, all the pain that Chelsea had felt in her head from the start of this match, spurred on with every hit she took, came flooding back to her. She threw back her head, her body shuddered, and a scream of pure agony was ripped from her lungs, loud enough to make several faces in the crowd wince. When Finella finally backed away from her, Chelsea sank lower, gasping and groaning. She could feel the warmth of her own blood trickling down along her face, and she sucked in a gasp, her body trembling. Now, when she looked up at the similarly bloodied Finella, she wasn't looking at a woman she despised any more. She was looking at a wild beast, a pure force of nature, one that only cared about ending her - and one that would go to every length to bring about just that.
"Damn...ye..." Chelsea said in between pants, while her fingers coiled tighter around the ropes. Despite all her anger, despite her burning desire to win...she could feel her muscles stiffen as she listened to Finella's voice, and the description of the cruelties she'd endured made the hairs stand up on the back of Chelsea's neck. At that moment, she knew, all the torments she'd endured up to this point...they were only the tip of the iceberg of what she would go through by the end of it.
Hissing, she tried to look off, her body shrinking back against the corner. She saw the fist coming her way, and she winced, squeezing her eyes tight and trying to resist the urge to let out a yelp. But the impact she was anticipating never came. Instead, she heard a smack, followed closely by Finella's cry. Straightening herself to her feet, she opened her eyes - and there, she saw Finella stumbling back, bracing herself on the ropes to keep her balance as she nursed a blow to the head, courtesy of George!
At once, the smug smile returned to Chelsea's face. Much as she couldn't stand George's company, he was proving himself useful for something, at least. She even had to chuckle a little at his taunts - it was fine, considering they were aimed at Finella, after all. Dusting off her hands, she soon found the strength to pull herself to her feet and take a step forward, advancing on her stunned rival.
"Gotta 'and it to ye, Jud, you're a piece o' weerk, but ye can apply yoself whuz it counts, like!" She looked back over her shoulder as Chris insisted on getting a word in too, and she clenched her teeth with a hiss at the sound of her taunts. She could go without the comments from the peanut gallery - but thankfully, she had a plan in place already, and the rocker had just given her an idea.
"Juss fe dat, 'uv a present," Chelsea barked. She circled around Finella, slipping her arms around her waist, before she lifted her off her feet to fling her backward over the ropes in a release German suplex! The way she was aimed, Chelsea had her set up to crash into Chris on the way down!
Chelsea hit the mat with a thud, causing the canvas to rumble beneath her landing. She was still wincing from the pain, and her bra had begun to slip down on one side thanks to the Hellraiser's clawing; with a blush coming to her cheeks, she quickly moved it back into place. But she soon looked up to see Finella looming above her, and her teeth clenched as her fingers curled into tightly-balled fists. Blood dripped from her forehead, but it wasn't slowing her down. If anything, from the looks of it Finella was just getting angrier! It was barely a moment later that, in a flash, Finella pounced on top of Chelsea, holding her wrists against the mat and staring her dead in the eyes.
Many women would have tremble at the sight of an angry Finella Edelstein staring them down. But Chelsea didn't. She couldn't - when it came to Finella, she was too blinded by her own rage to even begin to feel fear. After all the Wolf had done to her, tearing her down in every way she could and turning everything Chelsea did into an excuse to laugh at her expense, she couldn't stop. She couldn't let this end without giving it the utmost limit of her ability. Even if she had to tear Finella limb from limb just to stop her, not only would she do it, she'd do it in a heartbeat! Her teeth clenched and her eyes narrowing, Chelsea hissed back at Finella under her breath. "Piss off..!" she growled, just daring Finella to make her move. As she spoke, the anger rose in her voice more and more. "You're gon'ter call me worthless? Bah-! Ye couldn't evun beat a berd oo wasn't evun in de blewdy match!"
Despite getting a few harsh words in, Chelsea knew it wouldn't be good enough. With Finella on top of her, she was vulnerable, pinned down, and exposed to attack, and with her rival holding her arms down, it was even harder for her to escape. She writhed from side to side, twisting her hips and bucking with her back, but Finella was able to slide up over her until she could restrain her arms with her knees - in the process bringing more pressure down against Chelsea's ribs and making it harder for her to breathe, as her weight bore down on her chest. The Englishwoman hissed and coughed under the strain, but it was far from the end of her predicament. Not when Finella grabbed her by the head and hammered punches again and again into her face!
"Gahh! Ghhk!!" Chelsea sputtered, each blow making her body reel from the impact and sending her twisting and turning from side to side. By the time Finella was finished, the world around her was spinning, and her skull had grown numb. But still Finella grabbed her by the ponytail to lift her to her feet. Stunned as she was, it was only by virtue of Finella's grip on her that Chelsea was able to stay up at all; her eyes were glazed over and staring out into space, and her feet dangled limply beneath her as she buckled at the knees. But she could feel the pain digging into her scalp, and she gnashed her teeth at the burning sensation.
Nor did it do any favors for Chelsea when Finella rammed her fist against Chelsea's face, cracking her head to the side - or when she followed that with an elbow to her chin to knock it the other way! Her body spun limply in place as Finella smacked her from side to side each time one of her blows landed, her head snapping from one direction to the other and her thinly-contained breasts jiggling with the motion of her body. And with the final elbow, Chelsea fell back off her feet entirely, landing in the corner. She sunk lower as she let out a pained moan, held up only by her arms dangling over the ropes. Slowly her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. But Finella wasn't about to let her go unscathed for long - not as she dug her teeth into Chelsea's forehead!
At once, all the pain that Chelsea had felt in her head from the start of this match, spurred on with every hit she took, came flooding back to her. She threw back her head, her body shuddered, and a scream of pure agony was ripped from her lungs, loud enough to make several faces in the crowd wince. When Finella finally backed away from her, Chelsea sank lower, gasping and groaning. She could feel the warmth of her own blood trickling down along her face, and she sucked in a gasp, her body trembling. Now, when she looked up at the similarly bloodied Finella, she wasn't looking at a woman she despised any more. She was looking at a wild beast, a pure force of nature, one that only cared about ending her - and one that would go to every length to bring about just that.
"Damn...ye..." Chelsea said in between pants, while her fingers coiled tighter around the ropes. Despite all her anger, despite her burning desire to win...she could feel her muscles stiffen as she listened to Finella's voice, and the description of the cruelties she'd endured made the hairs stand up on the back of Chelsea's neck. At that moment, she knew, all the torments she'd endured up to this point...they were only the tip of the iceberg of what she would go through by the end of it.
Hissing, she tried to look off, her body shrinking back against the corner. She saw the fist coming her way, and she winced, squeezing her eyes tight and trying to resist the urge to let out a yelp. But the impact she was anticipating never came. Instead, she heard a smack, followed closely by Finella's cry. Straightening herself to her feet, she opened her eyes - and there, she saw Finella stumbling back, bracing herself on the ropes to keep her balance as she nursed a blow to the head, courtesy of George!
At once, the smug smile returned to Chelsea's face. Much as she couldn't stand George's company, he was proving himself useful for something, at least. She even had to chuckle a little at his taunts - it was fine, considering they were aimed at Finella, after all. Dusting off her hands, she soon found the strength to pull herself to her feet and take a step forward, advancing on her stunned rival.
"Gotta 'and it to ye, Jud, you're a piece o' weerk, but ye can apply yoself whuz it counts, like!" She looked back over her shoulder as Chris insisted on getting a word in too, and she clenched her teeth with a hiss at the sound of her taunts. She could go without the comments from the peanut gallery - but thankfully, she had a plan in place already, and the rocker had just given her an idea.
"Juss fe dat, 'uv a present," Chelsea barked. She circled around Finella, slipping her arms around her waist, before she lifted her off her feet to fling her backward over the ropes in a release German suplex! The way she was aimed, Chelsea had her set up to crash into Chris on the way down!
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Re: Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match
When Finella saw Chelsea writhing on the floor like some big bug, one of her breast having slipped out of the bra she just could'nt stop herself from laughing at the expense fo this pathetic idiot.
What did she thought to accomplish here? Against her of all people?
She could'nt even show a nipple without getting redder then a tomato and for Finella, being modest , or being shameful over things at all meant nothing but weakness.
Her whole life was about rebellion and breaking the rules set by society, so she had no problem running around naked by trying to break every law that so called "society" could present to her.
And here she would too, only that she could do it legally...oh how she loved wrestling.
She knelt over Chelsea, raising a fist in the air and screamed, getting cheers and boos alike as her fists were raining down into the face of the scouser with relentless power!
Seeing her face getting beaten and her gaze slowly becoming dazed, Finella knew that she had the advantage now, proven by the fact how easily she could handle her rival, getting her up by her ponytail and looking at her, barely able to stand, her eyes looking into space.
Then the brutal elbows followed, sending Chelsea back into the corner for something that would really hurt and that was classic in every hardcore match in Japan!
The crowd whinced and gasped in shock as the Wolf took a bite out of the bunny and when seeing the bloodied mouth and chin of the Hellraiser no one had any doubt anymore that what FInella has promised on her promo was true.
She would send Chelsea through a living hell and every fan of the March Hare could just hope that Chelseas promises to not back down and give the hell right back to her opponent were true...
Finella grinned and was ready to send a punch right into the fresh wound, really bringing home the pain when a flash of electricity shot through her body. Georges stick...he had fucking tasered her!
"Fucking asshole, I kill you too!", Finella snarled at him and watched the banter between their respective ringpartners but this left her wide open for a counter of Chelsea.
Still stunned from the shot of volts surging throught her body she was'nt quite ready yet to fight back as the arms of her rival wrapped themselves around her waist.
"What...", she groaned and looked back where she saw Chelseas grinning face.
"Let go of me you fucking slut!", Finella said and tried to pry the strong arms of the englishwoman off but too late...she was sent flying in spectacular fashion as the german suplex from Chelsea sent her over the ropes right into Chris who was tumbling down with her, both women landing in a heap on the thinly padded floor of the outside.
George used the opportunity and bent over the ropes.
"Moonrock, Ladies and Gentleman! If they had planned to impress us they surely have! Never saw a wolf flying but the more you know!", he screamed and clapped his hands.
"LETS HEAR IT FOR THE MAD TEA PARTYYYYY!", he shouted and blew confetti into the air that formed a bunny right over Chelsea who was the main focus of the crowds attention who were cheering and calling her name.
George, Karl and Chelsea did'nt let anything happening by chance.
This was Chelseas time and all three of them did tremendous work to polish the British Bunnies reputation, appearing at interviews, podcasts, having photoshoots in their new outfits. All was perfectly and planned and Chelsea could'nt have asked for a better support then her two teammates.
Finella groaned.
"Hey...Chris...still alive?,", she said and shook her head while trying to get up from her friend.
Chris' eyes widened as Fin was tossed right over the ropes and crashing right down on her, the two ending up in a messy pile. And somehow the rocker's guitar, sitting on her back, remained in tact."Ugghh..." She groaned quietly, helping Fin off her. "I feel like a lying shepherd boy... Wait is that seeing wolf, or crying wolf?" Getting back to her feet, Chris glared up at the flamboyant manager as he made his little taunts and his confetti show for the bunny. The crowd cheered for Chelsea, pushing more momentum their way. That was a no no, in her book.
Flipping her scythe-shaped guitar back to her front, she spun her arm in a large circle and played a single note, resounding throughout the arena and silencing the crowd. A smirk grew across Chris' face, steeling herself to go wit to wit with George. "Oh, we're just getting started here. Lest you forget, this isn't wonderland, Mad Hatter. You're not facing a Jabberwocky." She motioned her hand to Fin, as she got back up herself. "You, White Rabbit, are late for a very important date. Inside the maw of Fin-rir." OK, that sounded better in her head than it had aloud, but she had to much momentum in her speech to let the little bit mess her up.
"So, I hope you have a bucket ready," Chris backed away, playing a quick solo to hype Fin up and get the crowd cheering for them again. "Cause this flying wolf is gonna make your weak bunny do what it does best, and kick it." A little long winded, but hey, it got the crowd cheering for Fin. That was the important thing.
Finella grinned as Chris took some hype back for them and came to her feet, looking up at Chelsea.
"Well Chels! We already established that a ring cant't contain us! SO COME AT ME BITCH!", she screamed and opened her arms to a popping crowd, the momentum between the two combatants changing in seconds, the crowd getting one hell of a show from all participants of this match and the roof was close to blow by the cheers and hollers!
What did she thought to accomplish here? Against her of all people?
She could'nt even show a nipple without getting redder then a tomato and for Finella, being modest , or being shameful over things at all meant nothing but weakness.
Her whole life was about rebellion and breaking the rules set by society, so she had no problem running around naked by trying to break every law that so called "society" could present to her.
And here she would too, only that she could do it legally...oh how she loved wrestling.
She knelt over Chelsea, raising a fist in the air and screamed, getting cheers and boos alike as her fists were raining down into the face of the scouser with relentless power!
Seeing her face getting beaten and her gaze slowly becoming dazed, Finella knew that she had the advantage now, proven by the fact how easily she could handle her rival, getting her up by her ponytail and looking at her, barely able to stand, her eyes looking into space.
Then the brutal elbows followed, sending Chelsea back into the corner for something that would really hurt and that was classic in every hardcore match in Japan!
The crowd whinced and gasped in shock as the Wolf took a bite out of the bunny and when seeing the bloodied mouth and chin of the Hellraiser no one had any doubt anymore that what FInella has promised on her promo was true.
She would send Chelsea through a living hell and every fan of the March Hare could just hope that Chelseas promises to not back down and give the hell right back to her opponent were true...
Finella grinned and was ready to send a punch right into the fresh wound, really bringing home the pain when a flash of electricity shot through her body. Georges stick...he had fucking tasered her!
"Fucking asshole, I kill you too!", Finella snarled at him and watched the banter between their respective ringpartners but this left her wide open for a counter of Chelsea.
Still stunned from the shot of volts surging throught her body she was'nt quite ready yet to fight back as the arms of her rival wrapped themselves around her waist.
"What...", she groaned and looked back where she saw Chelseas grinning face.
"Let go of me you fucking slut!", Finella said and tried to pry the strong arms of the englishwoman off but too late...she was sent flying in spectacular fashion as the german suplex from Chelsea sent her over the ropes right into Chris who was tumbling down with her, both women landing in a heap on the thinly padded floor of the outside.
George used the opportunity and bent over the ropes.
"Moonrock, Ladies and Gentleman! If they had planned to impress us they surely have! Never saw a wolf flying but the more you know!", he screamed and clapped his hands.
"LETS HEAR IT FOR THE MAD TEA PARTYYYYY!", he shouted and blew confetti into the air that formed a bunny right over Chelsea who was the main focus of the crowds attention who were cheering and calling her name.
George, Karl and Chelsea did'nt let anything happening by chance.
This was Chelseas time and all three of them did tremendous work to polish the British Bunnies reputation, appearing at interviews, podcasts, having photoshoots in their new outfits. All was perfectly and planned and Chelsea could'nt have asked for a better support then her two teammates.
Finella groaned.
"Hey...Chris...still alive?,", she said and shook her head while trying to get up from her friend.
Chris' eyes widened as Fin was tossed right over the ropes and crashing right down on her, the two ending up in a messy pile. And somehow the rocker's guitar, sitting on her back, remained in tact."Ugghh..." She groaned quietly, helping Fin off her. "I feel like a lying shepherd boy... Wait is that seeing wolf, or crying wolf?" Getting back to her feet, Chris glared up at the flamboyant manager as he made his little taunts and his confetti show for the bunny. The crowd cheered for Chelsea, pushing more momentum their way. That was a no no, in her book.
Flipping her scythe-shaped guitar back to her front, she spun her arm in a large circle and played a single note, resounding throughout the arena and silencing the crowd. A smirk grew across Chris' face, steeling herself to go wit to wit with George. "Oh, we're just getting started here. Lest you forget, this isn't wonderland, Mad Hatter. You're not facing a Jabberwocky." She motioned her hand to Fin, as she got back up herself. "You, White Rabbit, are late for a very important date. Inside the maw of Fin-rir." OK, that sounded better in her head than it had aloud, but she had to much momentum in her speech to let the little bit mess her up.
"So, I hope you have a bucket ready," Chris backed away, playing a quick solo to hype Fin up and get the crowd cheering for them again. "Cause this flying wolf is gonna make your weak bunny do what it does best, and kick it." A little long winded, but hey, it got the crowd cheering for Fin. That was the important thing.
Finella grinned as Chris took some hype back for them and came to her feet, looking up at Chelsea.
"Well Chels! We already established that a ring cant't contain us! SO COME AT ME BITCH!", she screamed and opened her arms to a popping crowd, the momentum between the two combatants changing in seconds, the crowd getting one hell of a show from all participants of this match and the roof was close to blow by the cheers and hollers!
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Re: Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match
The match had barely even begun, and already it was erupting in its full fury, as both women grabbed, punched, and even bit each other, brawling all around the ring and using everything they could find at their disposal. Already, both of them were brusied, bloodied, and sore, but neither of them were slowing down - and, each time the two of them locked eyes with one another, the same burning rage that had driven their interactions ever since their first meeting was reignited, and all the damage they'd taken was forgotten in favor of their intense desire to see one another's ruin. If things between Chelsea and Finella were only getting started, one could only imagine how far they could escalate from here.
But as much as Chelsea's head was throbbing from the volley of bludgeoning blows Finella had met her with, not to mention the sharp pain of her teeth against her skin that still caused her to wince and shudder, she was still ready to fight back. George had given her the chance to, stunning Finella with a zap from his taser-loaded cane, and that was her cue. She was quick to snap her arms shut around the Austrian's waist, slinging her out of the ring - and straight into her own partner in the process, causing both women to come crashing to the ground!
"Hah!" A grin that could only come from the satisfaction of a job well done crossed Chelsea's face as she hopped up onto the ropes, pumping a fist in the air with a cheer. She grinned even wider as she listened to George's praise for her, and as the confetti burst into the air around her, the crowd cheered louder still. Sure, it might have been just as much because she was playing to the crowd and nearly naked, but the feeling of being cheered was exhilarating for Chelsea. After so many matches where she was booed, that sound made her grin wider. She didn't realize how eager she was to hear it.
"Lewks like I'm lewkin' down ed ye once again. Wha' do ye nah!" Chuckling to herself, Chelsea leaned forward to loom over Finella, a wicked grin splitting her face from ear to ear. She lifted a middle finger from one hand and pressed it against her cheek, letting the taunt sink in. Even more than being cheered, Chelsea loved the feeling of having an edge over Finella, and getting to tease her about it. She was more than happy to milk that moment for all it was worth.
Chris, of course, had a show of her own to put on as she threw a few choice words back at George, strumming her guitar for good measure. The crowd that had applauded Chelsea just a moment ago was now cheering for her, something that made the Englishwoman roll her eyes with a groan. "Fickle little bastards," she muttered, biting her lip. Regardless, she soon looked back at Finella as the Hellraiser shot back with a challenge of her own - and just like that, Chelsea's ire was rekindled. From the sound of her voice alone, she clenched her teeth with a hiss as her fists coiled tight at her sides, and she leaned in closer over the ropes, her eyes narrowing in on Finella with a pointed glare. She realized all this showboating and posturing...none of that mattered. Even Chris and George weren't important, in the grand scheme of things. This fight belonged to Chelsea and Finella, and the blonde was dead set on finishing it.
"So be it! If it's a fight outside de rin' ye want, I'm more than made-up ter give it ter ye! Now...de fun can REALLY begin!" She cracked her knuckles. "But I'll 'uv ye nah...you're not de only thin' around e'yer dat can fly, like!"
With that last quip, Chelsea leaped off the top turnbuckle, throwing herself straight toward her opponent. As she came close, her eyes narrowing and her teeth clenching even tighter, she kicked up her leg to ram her knee into Finella's face as hard as she could!
But as much as Chelsea's head was throbbing from the volley of bludgeoning blows Finella had met her with, not to mention the sharp pain of her teeth against her skin that still caused her to wince and shudder, she was still ready to fight back. George had given her the chance to, stunning Finella with a zap from his taser-loaded cane, and that was her cue. She was quick to snap her arms shut around the Austrian's waist, slinging her out of the ring - and straight into her own partner in the process, causing both women to come crashing to the ground!
"Hah!" A grin that could only come from the satisfaction of a job well done crossed Chelsea's face as she hopped up onto the ropes, pumping a fist in the air with a cheer. She grinned even wider as she listened to George's praise for her, and as the confetti burst into the air around her, the crowd cheered louder still. Sure, it might have been just as much because she was playing to the crowd and nearly naked, but the feeling of being cheered was exhilarating for Chelsea. After so many matches where she was booed, that sound made her grin wider. She didn't realize how eager she was to hear it.
"Lewks like I'm lewkin' down ed ye once again. Wha' do ye nah!" Chuckling to herself, Chelsea leaned forward to loom over Finella, a wicked grin splitting her face from ear to ear. She lifted a middle finger from one hand and pressed it against her cheek, letting the taunt sink in. Even more than being cheered, Chelsea loved the feeling of having an edge over Finella, and getting to tease her about it. She was more than happy to milk that moment for all it was worth.
Chris, of course, had a show of her own to put on as she threw a few choice words back at George, strumming her guitar for good measure. The crowd that had applauded Chelsea just a moment ago was now cheering for her, something that made the Englishwoman roll her eyes with a groan. "Fickle little bastards," she muttered, biting her lip. Regardless, she soon looked back at Finella as the Hellraiser shot back with a challenge of her own - and just like that, Chelsea's ire was rekindled. From the sound of her voice alone, she clenched her teeth with a hiss as her fists coiled tight at her sides, and she leaned in closer over the ropes, her eyes narrowing in on Finella with a pointed glare. She realized all this showboating and posturing...none of that mattered. Even Chris and George weren't important, in the grand scheme of things. This fight belonged to Chelsea and Finella, and the blonde was dead set on finishing it.
"So be it! If it's a fight outside de rin' ye want, I'm more than made-up ter give it ter ye! Now...de fun can REALLY begin!" She cracked her knuckles. "But I'll 'uv ye nah...you're not de only thin' around e'yer dat can fly, like!"
With that last quip, Chelsea leaped off the top turnbuckle, throwing herself straight toward her opponent. As she came close, her eyes narrowing and her teeth clenching even tighter, she kicked up her leg to ram her knee into Finella's face as hard as she could!
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Re: Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match
The crowd was promised an epic duel of big proportions in the forefield and no one of the good people visiting this PPV could say that they had been dissapointed, oh no, this was pure wrestling magic.
Not only were this rivals bounded together by a heated, brutal feud that went on for months by now, not only did the relationship of their sisters make things more complicated and exciting, both women had new teams, new styles and escpecially the Mad Tea Party had gotten a warm welcome into LAW. But Moonrock did'nt slack and presented an debut that no one would ever forget with a Gothic Hard Rock Opera, showing of their skills in music and making big spectacles.
There was no denying that the Hellraiser and The Rocking had found each other and debuting at this PPV was the chance to present their new formed alliance to the biggest crowd LAW had in a year.
So far it was everything that the crowd had waited for and what Finella and Chelsea had promised them, an relentless massacre of punches, kicks, scratches, headbutts and bites.
These women were not here to mess around, the fight for dominance was their goal, two demons, two predators, tearing into each other with only the most necessary clothing on their bodies and if you knew the Hellraiser then it was ensured that their lingerie would'nt stay on them for long, but for now the crowd admired the two strong beauties from europe, not backing down, not giving in an inch of space for each other.
Finella was sent to the ground and George Fortunato used the opportunity for a taunt against them and a little show for Chelsea who stood on the ropes, dominating, reigning over her downed opponent, the colourful Confetti forming a Bunny over her head as the crowd popped.
This was another part that made the crowd went wild. They brought entertainment and if The Mad Tea Party believed for a second that Moonrock would let this insult unanswered then they had to be crazy.
Chris went to her feet and let her scytheguitar scream, silencing the crowd and preparing for the next stage of the battle as Finella came to meet Chelsea with open arms.
"Come at me bitch! You cheap, blonde, english slut! Fucked your manager ey? I wonder, I wonder, how many dicks you had to suck until they allowed you to face against THE HELLRAISER!", the Wolf screamed and the crowd gave a loud: "OOOOOOH!
Seeing that Chelsea was infuriated, burning with all the fires of hate that shot out of her eyes, Finella took a good stance and waited for the inavitable attack from the highflying bunny who quiped herself, making the crowd chuckle and Finella hissing.
"Believe me the only thing that will fly today will my fists into your stomach until you puke out your intestines!", she grinned and Chelsea jumped from the ropes, her knee right into Finellas direction.
The Hellraiser was sure she could take it, she went a step back and tried to catch Chelsea out of the air and slam her with a belly to belly onto the thinly mats but before she could do anything the knee of the Bunny had already collieded with her collarbone.
"GAAAAGH!"
She had managed to back away so Chelsea would'nt hurt her face but against the swiftness of this attack, even if she had seen it coming, Finella was unprepared.
In fact, she could easily have avoided it, but her arrogance made her think that she could stop every onslaught Chelsea presented to her.
And now she had learned her lesson...the hard way.
"Ghh..."
Finella landed under the english girl who crashed down on her body like a small meteor, flattening the Austrian under her, her knee had struck the solar plexus of the Wolf who writhed under Chelsea, grabbing her hurting chest and trying to get some air into her system...
"Gh...hah...hah...ghhh..."
Their thinly clad bodies touched again, making the crowd go wild with cheers as the battle finally started to went into their direction.
This was a position that Chelsea would have to love. This was everything she wanted, having the rebellious wolf, who gave her so much misery, under her, unable to fight back and open for Chelseas next devious attacks!
But then...
Chris had stood by as Fin fought on, wincing with each blow that landed on her partner. She had no intention to interfere while they were in the ring, outside of maybe a trip up or handing a weapon or anything else. But now that they were outside, with the bunny on top of the wolf, the rock star decided to lend a helping hand. Sneaking up behind Chelsea, Chris brought the neck of her guitar across the brit's neck and pulled back in the intent to choke her. "I thought I told you this isn't Wonderland!" She said, trying to not only get Chelsea off Fin but also get her to a vertical position.
"Come on Fin! Give her what for!" Chris would hold on as long as she could, until Fin got back up.
Finella still could'nt breath and was ready to get a punishment by Chelsea but thankfully Chris was on her toes, wrapping the guitar around the neck of her rival and pulling her away from the Hellraiser who gagged and coughed.
She looked to Chris and only gave a thumbs up while rubbing her hurting chest with the other hand.
This would not happen again...
Finella got off the ground and walked over to the two struggling women.
"Thanks Chris, I take it from here...", she grinned, went down on her knees and sent her arm upwards between Chelseas legs in a big lowblow that made the crowd whince.
Chris let go of the Brit and Finella took over again, grabbing Chelsea and both women struggled.
"Fucking prick, forget that fucking ring...THIS IS OUR RING!", she shouted into the hurting Englishwomans face and prepared to send her running into the the steelsteps if Chelsea was stunned enough but Finella was still a little out of it and usually she would have smashed her into the steps but all she could muster was a strong shove that surely would hurt the March Hare but not as much as it would have if she had whipped her into it with all her power...
Not only were this rivals bounded together by a heated, brutal feud that went on for months by now, not only did the relationship of their sisters make things more complicated and exciting, both women had new teams, new styles and escpecially the Mad Tea Party had gotten a warm welcome into LAW. But Moonrock did'nt slack and presented an debut that no one would ever forget with a Gothic Hard Rock Opera, showing of their skills in music and making big spectacles.
There was no denying that the Hellraiser and The Rocking had found each other and debuting at this PPV was the chance to present their new formed alliance to the biggest crowd LAW had in a year.
So far it was everything that the crowd had waited for and what Finella and Chelsea had promised them, an relentless massacre of punches, kicks, scratches, headbutts and bites.
These women were not here to mess around, the fight for dominance was their goal, two demons, two predators, tearing into each other with only the most necessary clothing on their bodies and if you knew the Hellraiser then it was ensured that their lingerie would'nt stay on them for long, but for now the crowd admired the two strong beauties from europe, not backing down, not giving in an inch of space for each other.
Finella was sent to the ground and George Fortunato used the opportunity for a taunt against them and a little show for Chelsea who stood on the ropes, dominating, reigning over her downed opponent, the colourful Confetti forming a Bunny over her head as the crowd popped.
This was another part that made the crowd went wild. They brought entertainment and if The Mad Tea Party believed for a second that Moonrock would let this insult unanswered then they had to be crazy.
Chris went to her feet and let her scytheguitar scream, silencing the crowd and preparing for the next stage of the battle as Finella came to meet Chelsea with open arms.
"Come at me bitch! You cheap, blonde, english slut! Fucked your manager ey? I wonder, I wonder, how many dicks you had to suck until they allowed you to face against THE HELLRAISER!", the Wolf screamed and the crowd gave a loud: "OOOOOOH!
Seeing that Chelsea was infuriated, burning with all the fires of hate that shot out of her eyes, Finella took a good stance and waited for the inavitable attack from the highflying bunny who quiped herself, making the crowd chuckle and Finella hissing.
"Believe me the only thing that will fly today will my fists into your stomach until you puke out your intestines!", she grinned and Chelsea jumped from the ropes, her knee right into Finellas direction.
The Hellraiser was sure she could take it, she went a step back and tried to catch Chelsea out of the air and slam her with a belly to belly onto the thinly mats but before she could do anything the knee of the Bunny had already collieded with her collarbone.
"GAAAAGH!"
She had managed to back away so Chelsea would'nt hurt her face but against the swiftness of this attack, even if she had seen it coming, Finella was unprepared.
In fact, she could easily have avoided it, but her arrogance made her think that she could stop every onslaught Chelsea presented to her.
And now she had learned her lesson...the hard way.
"Ghh..."
Finella landed under the english girl who crashed down on her body like a small meteor, flattening the Austrian under her, her knee had struck the solar plexus of the Wolf who writhed under Chelsea, grabbing her hurting chest and trying to get some air into her system...
"Gh...hah...hah...ghhh..."
Their thinly clad bodies touched again, making the crowd go wild with cheers as the battle finally started to went into their direction.
This was a position that Chelsea would have to love. This was everything she wanted, having the rebellious wolf, who gave her so much misery, under her, unable to fight back and open for Chelseas next devious attacks!
But then...
Chris had stood by as Fin fought on, wincing with each blow that landed on her partner. She had no intention to interfere while they were in the ring, outside of maybe a trip up or handing a weapon or anything else. But now that they were outside, with the bunny on top of the wolf, the rock star decided to lend a helping hand. Sneaking up behind Chelsea, Chris brought the neck of her guitar across the brit's neck and pulled back in the intent to choke her. "I thought I told you this isn't Wonderland!" She said, trying to not only get Chelsea off Fin but also get her to a vertical position.
"Come on Fin! Give her what for!" Chris would hold on as long as she could, until Fin got back up.
Finella still could'nt breath and was ready to get a punishment by Chelsea but thankfully Chris was on her toes, wrapping the guitar around the neck of her rival and pulling her away from the Hellraiser who gagged and coughed.
She looked to Chris and only gave a thumbs up while rubbing her hurting chest with the other hand.
This would not happen again...
Finella got off the ground and walked over to the two struggling women.
"Thanks Chris, I take it from here...", she grinned, went down on her knees and sent her arm upwards between Chelseas legs in a big lowblow that made the crowd whince.
Chris let go of the Brit and Finella took over again, grabbing Chelsea and both women struggled.
"Fucking prick, forget that fucking ring...THIS IS OUR RING!", she shouted into the hurting Englishwomans face and prepared to send her running into the the steelsteps if Chelsea was stunned enough but Finella was still a little out of it and usually she would have smashed her into the steps but all she could muster was a strong shove that surely would hurt the March Hare but not as much as it would have if she had whipped her into it with all her power...
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Re: Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match
Hearing the cheers of the fans as the confetti rained over her brought a smile to Chelsea's face, not just for the fact it meant they were cheering her, or that she was fighting the good fight. Just as important was the fact that if they were cheering for her, they weren't cheering for Finella. The whole time they had known each other, the Hellraiser seemed bent on showing Chelsea up at every turn, making a fool of her while putting herself higher and higher on a pedestal. Even when Chelsea had planned to make a splash with her entrance into this match, leaving an impact that no one could forget just so that Finella couldn't hold it over her head that she had outdone her again, the Austrian had put just as much effort and production value into her own entrance - well enough to match Chelsea's own, if not to surpass it. And that, of course, just made her angrier.
This, though...this was different. This time, Chelsea had taken things back from Finella - the momentum, and the praise of the fans. She wasn't just fighting to tear Finella down, but to build herself up, and to reclaim her reputation. And, from the sounds of it, it was working.
Of course, a second later Finella had to remind her of just how infuriating her very presence was. As the accusation that Chelsea had slept her way to George's contract hit her, her jaw dropped open with a gasp. She and George had slept together before, of course, but that was only one time, and something that Chelsea was embarrassed to even think about; she was only barely tolerating his company as long as he could bring her success. And if Finella dared to even suggest otherwise...Chelsea would have to reserve a special beatdown for her. Her fists tightened and she hissed under her breath, but a moment later she put that energy toward her own ends, throwing herself off the ropes and straight toward Finella!
Her knee was the first to make contact, right into the Wolf's face, and the sound of a thud rang through the air, punctuated with both cheers and groans. Finella crumbled to her back beneath Chelsea, who looked down at her with a wicked grin as she cracked her knuckles. Once again she had ended up on top of her rival, and she couldn't think of a place she'd rather be.
"Oh, w's dat, Fin? This position se seems familiar..." Her smirk growing wider, Chelsea began to rub her hips back and forth, threatening Finella with the same facesit she had used against her moments before. "Why, if I didn't kun any better, like, I'd almost feel like ye liked bein' underneath me! Er...maybe ye do? If so, well...I 'uv ter thank ye!"
As soon as she finished her little taunt, however, Chelsea's playful smirk grew darker. She frowned, and her eyes narrowed into a glare as she leaned forward to grab two handfuls of Finella's hair, dragging her head off the floor to look her dead in the eye. "Because I'll 'uv ye nah...I'm always on top."
It was delivered in a cold, harsh whisper; not just a boast but a threat. It was a rebuttal of Finella's taunts about her previous encounters with George, as well as - in an added barb that only Finella herself could recognize - a reminder of how the Wolf had rubbed herself over Chelsea's helpless and shackled form when the two crossed paths in the Edelstein home. Above all, it told Finella that if she had any say in the matter, Chelsea wouldn't be satisfied walking away from this match unless it brought about her rival's complete and utter destruction.
But it wasn't just the two of them in this fight. George's little stunt with the taser earlier had proven that both combatants were willing to draw on whoever was in their corner for support, and now that the precedent had been set, Finella was just as eager to use it for her own gain - as Chris got behind Chelsea, throwing her guitar around the Englishwoman's neck and giving it a sharp yank backward. Her mouth hung open in a stifled gasp, and she let out a hacking cough. Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed into a glare at Chris. "Wa' ay ye doin'? Stay outi this-!" she snapped - but it was too late. Although Chelsea reached out to grab at what was in front of her, her fingers only coiled around thin air, as Chris forced her off of Finella and dragged her to her feet. She twisted her body back and forth, kicking blindly at the air around her and reaching up to try and pry the guitar off her throat. "GHHK-!!"
But a moment later, all of that dropped, as Chelsea's body went still - Finella pounded her fist straight between her legs, and at once, her whole body was wracked by a shudder. She doubled over forward, losing her footing and slumping to her knees as she gasped and gagged. Her whole body was numb. Looking up from where she was, she could see Finella looming above her. Her teeth clenched tighter. She knew she had to fight back; she knew she couldn't let the Wolf get away from this unscathed. But she could hardly will her aching limbs to move - and, when so much hung in the balance, that was an even greater betrayal of everything Chelsea knew. That she wanted so badly to rip Finella limb from limb, and when she needed it most, she couldn't. It only made her angrier.
When she felt herself hauled back to her feet, she hissed at Finella, her body quivering with pent-up rage. "GEROFF! Brainless bitch! Shameless 'ore! Get away from me!" With one hand, her fingers bent into curled talons, and she raked her nails down the Hellraiser's side; with her other, she began throwing haphazardly-aimed blows all over her ribs. But it wouldn't stop Finella from turning and whipping Chelsea clean across the floor - where she would run right into the steel steps!
"GAAH-!" Tripping and falling over the steps, Chelsea dropped to one knee. She winced, rubbing at her shin to try and nurse the pain. But it could have been a lot worse. She could tell from her many prior encounters with Finella that this wasn't the strength she could command at her best. Finella hadn't hit her at full force. Perhaps it was that realization that made Chelsea that much more willing, albeit achingly, to force herself back to her feet, turning to stare her rival down with her teeth clenched in a snarl - she knew she could do this!
"That's 'ow ye wanna fookin' bowl, is it!?" she snapped. Filled with a newfound burst of adrenaline, Chelsea took off running for Finella once again. This time, she would swing out with another kick, this one to her stomach. If that succeeded at doubling Finella over, she would then grab her by the hair and flip herself backward to perform a flying mare, aiming to hurl her straight into the steps!
This, though...this was different. This time, Chelsea had taken things back from Finella - the momentum, and the praise of the fans. She wasn't just fighting to tear Finella down, but to build herself up, and to reclaim her reputation. And, from the sounds of it, it was working.
Of course, a second later Finella had to remind her of just how infuriating her very presence was. As the accusation that Chelsea had slept her way to George's contract hit her, her jaw dropped open with a gasp. She and George had slept together before, of course, but that was only one time, and something that Chelsea was embarrassed to even think about; she was only barely tolerating his company as long as he could bring her success. And if Finella dared to even suggest otherwise...Chelsea would have to reserve a special beatdown for her. Her fists tightened and she hissed under her breath, but a moment later she put that energy toward her own ends, throwing herself off the ropes and straight toward Finella!
Her knee was the first to make contact, right into the Wolf's face, and the sound of a thud rang through the air, punctuated with both cheers and groans. Finella crumbled to her back beneath Chelsea, who looked down at her with a wicked grin as she cracked her knuckles. Once again she had ended up on top of her rival, and she couldn't think of a place she'd rather be.
"Oh, w's dat, Fin? This position se seems familiar..." Her smirk growing wider, Chelsea began to rub her hips back and forth, threatening Finella with the same facesit she had used against her moments before. "Why, if I didn't kun any better, like, I'd almost feel like ye liked bein' underneath me! Er...maybe ye do? If so, well...I 'uv ter thank ye!"
As soon as she finished her little taunt, however, Chelsea's playful smirk grew darker. She frowned, and her eyes narrowed into a glare as she leaned forward to grab two handfuls of Finella's hair, dragging her head off the floor to look her dead in the eye. "Because I'll 'uv ye nah...I'm always on top."
It was delivered in a cold, harsh whisper; not just a boast but a threat. It was a rebuttal of Finella's taunts about her previous encounters with George, as well as - in an added barb that only Finella herself could recognize - a reminder of how the Wolf had rubbed herself over Chelsea's helpless and shackled form when the two crossed paths in the Edelstein home. Above all, it told Finella that if she had any say in the matter, Chelsea wouldn't be satisfied walking away from this match unless it brought about her rival's complete and utter destruction.
But it wasn't just the two of them in this fight. George's little stunt with the taser earlier had proven that both combatants were willing to draw on whoever was in their corner for support, and now that the precedent had been set, Finella was just as eager to use it for her own gain - as Chris got behind Chelsea, throwing her guitar around the Englishwoman's neck and giving it a sharp yank backward. Her mouth hung open in a stifled gasp, and she let out a hacking cough. Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed into a glare at Chris. "Wa' ay ye doin'? Stay outi this-!" she snapped - but it was too late. Although Chelsea reached out to grab at what was in front of her, her fingers only coiled around thin air, as Chris forced her off of Finella and dragged her to her feet. She twisted her body back and forth, kicking blindly at the air around her and reaching up to try and pry the guitar off her throat. "GHHK-!!"
But a moment later, all of that dropped, as Chelsea's body went still - Finella pounded her fist straight between her legs, and at once, her whole body was wracked by a shudder. She doubled over forward, losing her footing and slumping to her knees as she gasped and gagged. Her whole body was numb. Looking up from where she was, she could see Finella looming above her. Her teeth clenched tighter. She knew she had to fight back; she knew she couldn't let the Wolf get away from this unscathed. But she could hardly will her aching limbs to move - and, when so much hung in the balance, that was an even greater betrayal of everything Chelsea knew. That she wanted so badly to rip Finella limb from limb, and when she needed it most, she couldn't. It only made her angrier.
When she felt herself hauled back to her feet, she hissed at Finella, her body quivering with pent-up rage. "GEROFF! Brainless bitch! Shameless 'ore! Get away from me!" With one hand, her fingers bent into curled talons, and she raked her nails down the Hellraiser's side; with her other, she began throwing haphazardly-aimed blows all over her ribs. But it wouldn't stop Finella from turning and whipping Chelsea clean across the floor - where she would run right into the steel steps!
"GAAH-!" Tripping and falling over the steps, Chelsea dropped to one knee. She winced, rubbing at her shin to try and nurse the pain. But it could have been a lot worse. She could tell from her many prior encounters with Finella that this wasn't the strength she could command at her best. Finella hadn't hit her at full force. Perhaps it was that realization that made Chelsea that much more willing, albeit achingly, to force herself back to her feet, turning to stare her rival down with her teeth clenched in a snarl - she knew she could do this!
"That's 'ow ye wanna fookin' bowl, is it!?" she snapped. Filled with a newfound burst of adrenaline, Chelsea took off running for Finella once again. This time, she would swing out with another kick, this one to her stomach. If that succeeded at doubling Finella over, she would then grab her by the hair and flip herself backward to perform a flying mare, aiming to hurl her straight into the steps!
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Re: Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match
Harmonia and Molly loved each other, with all their hearts, with all their souls, with every last cell of their being.
The polar opposite was true for this beautiful girls, slamming ,scratching, biting and punching each other into pulps.
Finella Edelstein and Chelsea Forster, The Wolf and the Bunny, The Hellraiser and the March Hare.
Two Demons.
And like Demons they throw their bodies into one another, kicking, screaming, clutching at each other.
There was only one outcome today and it would'nt be pretty, but at least there was one thing both could agree on...
They did'nt want it any other way!
Finella took Chelseas spectacular dive and the englishwoman sat on top of her again in a matter of minutes.
The Hellraiser cursed herself for underestemating the efforts Chelsea had put into her training.
This was'nt the clueless brawling british Bunny anymore, this was the March Hare, strong, determined and much, much
more confident and assured then she ever was.
Again Finella landed under Chelseas juicy behind and in any other case she would have liked it, hell, her sister surely did'nt mind having Molly
in that position...
She rolled her eyes on herself, no time for such nonsense now...
Her eyes went defiant as Chelsea grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, revenge for every time Finella mounted and threatend her, no doubt.
"Eat shit and die, you cunt.", Finella spat and was ready to take what Chelsea would dish out now only to getting saved by a certain badass rocker who wrapped her guitar around the brits neck.
"Woooh! Great work, Chris!", the Hellraiser grinned and rolled onto her belly, coughing and sputtering, trying to get back into the match.
Thankfully, but women were tough as nails so it did'nt need long for Finella to get on her legs and walk over to the two struggling women.
"Oh, did the bunny step into a trap? My that looks bad...better snap your neck and END your suffering!", the wolf snapped and went down on her knees, sending her arm right into the thinly clad womanhood of her opponent.
The Hellraiser grinned and grabbed Chelsea, pulling her in as if embracing her, her mouth next to Chelseas ear.
"I know you think you have a chance against me with all your fancy publicity and George on your side, but tell you what. This does'nt mean shit and YOU don't mean shit, understand me?", she said and then whipped her opponent into the steelsteps, cursing herself as she clutched her ribs that were attacked by Chelsea.
She had'nt thrown her full force!
If she had then the blonde bitch would lay on the floor, totally out of it, but now she just tumbled against the steps, hurting her leg a little and was immediatly ready to come back at her by grabbing the hair of the unsuspecting Finella and try to get her onto the steelsteps herself, but Finella was quicker and grabbed Chelsea, wrapped her arms around her midsection and performed backdrop behind them, sending both women with a loud crash through the announcerstable!
The crowd popped and jumped up from their seats as they saw both women squirming on the floor, Finella had taken a good hit too but the major pain was brought onto the body of Chelsea, still both were next to each other, hurting and trying to get back into action...and Finella already had an idead as she grabbed for one of the microphone cables laying next to her...
She rolled around and wrapped the cable around Chelseas neck, wrapping her legs around her midsection and choking the blonde englishwoman in the remains of the announcers table, her bicepses bulged as she pulled on both sides with all the strength she could muster, intent of choking out her opponent for the 10 count!
"We will see which one of us is gonna DIE!", she screamed and pulled Chelsea on top of her, the March Hare now on good display for everyone to see as Finella decided to give the people a show again by releasing her bodyscissor and wrap her legs between Chelseas, spreading them like in the Eagles Nest, so far in fact that the undies of the english woman buried itself deep into Chelseas crotch...so deep in fact that people could see both labias with only a thin string of fabric in between, denying them full view...but what they could see and what the cameras filmed and the titantron showed was enough to humiliate Chelsea and she was' far from finished!
This was only the beginning for the Hellraiser!
The polar opposite was true for this beautiful girls, slamming ,scratching, biting and punching each other into pulps.
Finella Edelstein and Chelsea Forster, The Wolf and the Bunny, The Hellraiser and the March Hare.
Two Demons.
And like Demons they throw their bodies into one another, kicking, screaming, clutching at each other.
There was only one outcome today and it would'nt be pretty, but at least there was one thing both could agree on...
They did'nt want it any other way!
Finella took Chelseas spectacular dive and the englishwoman sat on top of her again in a matter of minutes.
The Hellraiser cursed herself for underestemating the efforts Chelsea had put into her training.
This was'nt the clueless brawling british Bunny anymore, this was the March Hare, strong, determined and much, much
more confident and assured then she ever was.
Again Finella landed under Chelseas juicy behind and in any other case she would have liked it, hell, her sister surely did'nt mind having Molly
in that position...
She rolled her eyes on herself, no time for such nonsense now...
Her eyes went defiant as Chelsea grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, revenge for every time Finella mounted and threatend her, no doubt.
"Eat shit and die, you cunt.", Finella spat and was ready to take what Chelsea would dish out now only to getting saved by a certain badass rocker who wrapped her guitar around the brits neck.
"Woooh! Great work, Chris!", the Hellraiser grinned and rolled onto her belly, coughing and sputtering, trying to get back into the match.
Thankfully, but women were tough as nails so it did'nt need long for Finella to get on her legs and walk over to the two struggling women.
"Oh, did the bunny step into a trap? My that looks bad...better snap your neck and END your suffering!", the wolf snapped and went down on her knees, sending her arm right into the thinly clad womanhood of her opponent.
The Hellraiser grinned and grabbed Chelsea, pulling her in as if embracing her, her mouth next to Chelseas ear.
"I know you think you have a chance against me with all your fancy publicity and George on your side, but tell you what. This does'nt mean shit and YOU don't mean shit, understand me?", she said and then whipped her opponent into the steelsteps, cursing herself as she clutched her ribs that were attacked by Chelsea.
She had'nt thrown her full force!
If she had then the blonde bitch would lay on the floor, totally out of it, but now she just tumbled against the steps, hurting her leg a little and was immediatly ready to come back at her by grabbing the hair of the unsuspecting Finella and try to get her onto the steelsteps herself, but Finella was quicker and grabbed Chelsea, wrapped her arms around her midsection and performed backdrop behind them, sending both women with a loud crash through the announcerstable!
The crowd popped and jumped up from their seats as they saw both women squirming on the floor, Finella had taken a good hit too but the major pain was brought onto the body of Chelsea, still both were next to each other, hurting and trying to get back into action...and Finella already had an idead as she grabbed for one of the microphone cables laying next to her...
She rolled around and wrapped the cable around Chelseas neck, wrapping her legs around her midsection and choking the blonde englishwoman in the remains of the announcers table, her bicepses bulged as she pulled on both sides with all the strength she could muster, intent of choking out her opponent for the 10 count!
"We will see which one of us is gonna DIE!", she screamed and pulled Chelsea on top of her, the March Hare now on good display for everyone to see as Finella decided to give the people a show again by releasing her bodyscissor and wrap her legs between Chelseas, spreading them like in the Eagles Nest, so far in fact that the undies of the english woman buried itself deep into Chelseas crotch...so deep in fact that people could see both labias with only a thin string of fabric in between, denying them full view...but what they could see and what the cameras filmed and the titantron showed was enough to humiliate Chelsea and she was' far from finished!
This was only the beginning for the Hellraiser!
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