Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match

[CaptainL]

Once again Chelsea had landed on top of Finella. This time, though, there was no gloating and rubbing it in. This time, she had her hated rival pinned beneath her, and she was ready to pack on the pain - it was time to hurt Finella, not just mock her. She raised her fists, prepared to lay into the Hellraiser - but before her knuckles could meet their target, she was suddenly interrupted by the feeling of Chris's guitar pressing into her throat from behind. Coughing and sputtering and fighting it every step of the way, Chelsea was dragged to her feet. She snarled and hissed, shaking her head from side to side and pulling at the guitar. But whether she liked it or not, she was trapped - and even worse than being trapped was knowing that she had to listen to Finella mock her.

As the Wolf stepped up, Chelsea could feel her body going rigid, her teeth locked in a snarl as her eyes fixed on Finella's in an icy stare; the hairs raised on the back of her neck as though she really was the animal she patterned herself after. Were it not for the guitar keeping her pinned back, Chelsea would already have flown at her to tear her apart - but it was thanks to Chris that Finella would be saved for now. Of course, Chelsea had her own barbs to throw back. "Fook...ye...fook ye and yer fat-titted fook-buddy 'ere! Choke on a dick!"

But Finella saw her chance, and she wouldn't waste it - she balled her hand into a fist and lashed out straight into Chelsea's unprotected groin! At once, the Englishwoman went down like a ton of bricks, the air knocked out of her as she dropped to the ground. Her whole body was burning, and she gasped for air. But as soon as she heard Finella's voice as the Hellraiser hoisted her back to her feet...Chelsea knew why she was here. And she knew what she needed to do to her foe. She fixed a burning glare on Finella, staring straight into her eyes with a lust for blood. This wouldn't end until she'd paid Finella back.

Not even being slung into the steel steps would keep Chelsea down for long. Finella's throw wasn't the best, but the adrenaline and rage pumping through Chelsea's veins did just as much work in keeping her going. She was quick to pick herself back up, charging at Finella to pull her over her shoulder and into the steps...but she would soon find her own momentum being used against her. As she closed in on her opponent, Chelsea realized a moment too late that Finella had snapped her arms around her waist. The next thing she knew she was being hoisted up - and then, with a gasp, she was hurled backward, right into the announcer's table!

The commentators dropped what they were doing to clear the scene, taking off seconds before the two women came crashing through the table. So forceful was the landing that the table split in half beneath their weight, with dust flung into the air and equipment clattering to the floor - and Chelsea was left lying at the bottom of it all, wincing in pain from the splinters of wood jabbing into her bare skin.

"Damn ye...yodelin' drunken slut..." Chelsea groaned, staring back at Finella through half-lidded eyes. But as she was about to find out, the splinters would be the least of her worries. Finella's legs held tightly to her sides, leaving her sputtering and gasping for air. And as she shrunk back, Finella soon struck, grabbing the microphone and wrapping the cable around Chelsea's throat!

At once, the Englishwoman was shaken back to her senses. She threw her head back in a scream, her eyes bulging wide from behind the cover of blood that colored her face red. But as Finella tightened the cord, her scream gave way to a breathless, sputtering hiss; she was barely able to get enough air in her lungs to breathe, let alone speak! Her hands reached to pull at the cords, but every time she struggled she only tightened the pressure further. And soon enough, Finella released her waist, only to grab at her legs with her own instead and spread them far!

Now, Chelsea was being tormented on multiple fronts. Finella was trying to choke the life out of her. Her legs were being spread further and further, putting more strain on her tendons the more they were forced to stretch. In the process, her panties were digging deeper into the crevices of her body, the lace grating against her sensitive skin and bringing tears to her eyes. And above all, she was being sorely reminded of the one thing she hated the most - being shown up, humiliated, and humbled at Finella's hand, as the cameras were zooming in close on her barely covered groin, which was now plastered wide across the big screen!

"Ghhk!! GHHK!!" Chelsea coughed, her groans making the best resemblance of insults she could manage. She reached up, trying to grab for Finella's hair with both hands and pulling back to try and yank her away. But her body was growing numb, her throat was burning, and her head was spinning. Soon enough one hand fell from the Wolf's hair, and then the other. The world around her was growing blurry, and she could barely hold on. But even when Chelsea did at last pass out, her vision growing dark and her body heavy...the match was nowhere near finished!

[RedShinigami]

Oh no this fight was far from over, Finella would'nt allow it to be over!
She and Chelsea had waited much too long for this and no one would deny them both what they wanted so dearly, showing each other once and for all who was the superior woman. This was nothing more then a question of pride between two wrestlers, throwing their bodies against each other, trying to find out who was the better fighter and so far both women proved to themselves that they were even.
Both of their faces were bleeding, the match already having gotten into very dark territories with Finella biting a wound into Chelseas forehand, things were already getting out of hand but this was a street fight, everything was allowed and nothing could hold them back. No ring, no rules, no ref.
It was like the fight in the Eagles Nest, only this time they had onlookers, someone to see and be witness of the things they did to each other.

Finella had hurled her opponent into the steelsteps but not with her full powers, Chelsea had gotten her good with her last moves, more then she would ever be willing to admit and she needed to recharge some energy.
The Brit used the chance to grab the Hellraiser, trying to hurl her into the steelsteps herself only for the wolf to turn things around and sending them both into the wooden announcerstable!
"Aaauugh...", Finella moaned as both women landed with a big crash, landing in a heap, spleens piercing their skin, adding new additions to Finellas already scarsprinkled body.
The crowd was hyping and especially the people on the ringside cheered and grabbed for them, speaking their mind, some liked Finella, some liked Chelsea, cheers and insults flew around while the Austrian, managed to grab the microphone and wrap it around the neck of Chelsea, strangling her no less, their bodies on the titantron, Chelseas and Finellas bloodied face on good display.

Then the Hellraiser got an idea, adding insult to injury as she held on to choking the March Hare, while getting Chelsea on top of her, wrapping her leg around the british womans and spread them, spread as far as she could.
The unprepared joints of Chelsea had to burn like fire but this was'nt the main reason Finella did it.
The undies of the Brit buried themselves into her snatch with a sharp, tugging pain, literally getting swallowed between the labias of Chelsea, leaving her with a thin red line, that was everything that covered her sweet womanhood, now on display for everyone to see.

And what was even worse was the fact that the microphone still worked and when Finella felt that her tugging had reached its goal, namely making Chelsea pass out, she let go, that was enough, at least for now.
"Fucking finally.., she began as she sat herself up, the unconcious Chelsea in her lap.
"...she shuts up. Don't you hate that annoying voice yourself?", she said and the arena laughed. Even if Chelsea had admirers now, everyone could admit that Chelseas rubbish that no one could understand was an insult to the ears.
"Now...off to skin this bunny...", she grinned and losened the cable around the neck of the blonde.
She got up and in the process, grabbed Chelsea and pulled her with her.
"Wakey...WAKEY!", she screamed and sent the head of the scouser into the ringside one,two, three times, the arena counting with Finella before hurling her back into the ring.

Finella did'nt follow but rather grabbed into the ring, grabbing one of Chelseas ankles each and pull her between a turnbuckle, her irritated, reddening womanhood aiming at the ringpost.
The wolf started to wrap the cable around the ankles of the March Hare, intending of chaining Chelsea in place for a devious plan.
When she was sure that the cable was tight around her legs, Finella would grab both thighs of the british woman, grinning in the process, looking into the helpless eyes of the scouser who knew exactly what was about to happen...
"Alright...ready or not..HERE...WE...GOOOO!", the Hellraiser screamed and let herself drop, holding on to Chelseas feet and in that motion slamming the halfexposed, already hurting vag of the british woman brutally into the turnbuckle, the sound it made was sickening as the force with whom Finella had driven her in the turnbuckle was strong and while having Chelsea in there she would start to pull, pressing her soft, wounded and all so delicate flesh harder into the cold steel while the ligaments in her legs strained.
"How does it feel Chelsea? Feeling that again I have beaten you, huh?", the Wolf asked and got up, shoved Chelsea from the turnbuckle and grabbed for her legs again.

"You want again? Really? Well we can do that! Another round on the carousel for little Miss Bunny!", she laughed and dropped back again, sending Chelseas unprotected womanhood into the turnbuckles again.
The crowd gasped and "ooooohd" in shock as they saw the brutal methods this two enemies punished themselves with.
Chelsea was in trouble, she was bound by the ankles, dependend on Finellas goodwill.
"Ok...phew...no, nooo young lady, that was enough,we go home now. Hah..."
She looked to the crowd and sighed.
"What do you say? A last round on the carousel?", she asked and the crowd popped into cheers.
"Alright ,but after this its straight up to bed...", she grinned and had much to much fun with this scenario as she finally dropped again, sending Chelsea into the turnbuckle a third time, pulling as hard as she could.
Then she finally let go, Chelseas legs dangling from both cornersides.

The Hellraiser went down and grabbed for something under the ring, finding a ringbell and shoving it into the ring.
Finella rolled into the ring, standing over Chelsea and looking down on her.
"You are nothing but empty promises...you knew you never can beat me and now you face the consiquences...I warned you, I warned you a hundred times not to cross me...", the wolf said and went down, kneeling over Chelsea, sitting down on her lap.
"But did you listen?"
She grabbed for her head and sent a punch into the wound she had inflicted with her teeth.
The crowd at ringside gasped, seeing the brutal spectacle.

"You would'nt stop and now I won't stop, Chels...and it's your own...fucking...fault!", she screamed and raised the ringbell over her head and with a resounding, sickening sound the bell connected with Chelseas skull.
"Now you pay the price...", Finella said grinning and looked down at her work.
"Count with me!"
ONE,TWO,THREE,FOUR..., the crowd began, starting the first of many countdowns of this evening...

[CaptainL]

With both women going through the announcers' table, the fans were whipped into a frenzy. Some of them jumped up and ran from the ensuing chaos, which threatened to bowl over into the stands. Some looked on in shock and horror at the brutality they were witnessing - but just as many were cheering on anything Chelsea and Finella did. In the leadup to this match, both had promised they would do their worst; that they would spare no measure of viciousness when it came to settling the feud that had been a long time in the making. They had promised brutality, and they were easily delivering that.

Right now, though, it was Chelsea who was taking the brunt of that punishment. Going through the table might as well have been the least of her worries - Finella was on top of her, splitting her legs apart like a wishbone, and throttling her throat with the microphone cord! As more and more air was forced out of her lungs, the Englishwoman began to twist and spasm, coughing out rasped, breathless gasps. Those in the seats closest to ringside could only look on with wide eyes. Finella would have killed Chelsea in a heartbeat if given the chance, it seemed. Some wondered if they should get over the barricades to break the action up, but when they realized that meant dealing with a frenzied Finella, they knew it was best to stay put.

Chelsea did everything she could to fight back. She threw her body from side to side, and she tried to grab at the cable to pull it off of her. But nothing worked. The microphone broadcast her sputtering and groaning to the world, and little by little, the strength was draining away from her body, her motions slowing down more and more until at last she went still. Chelsea had passed out - but her torments were only about to begin.

Her body was limp as the Hellraiser scooped it up, dragging her to the side of the ring. There, the sound of Finella screaming into her ear stirred Chelsea to her senses. She looked up with a gasp, her eyes fluttering open as a jolt ran through her body, and it was only seconds later that she was rammed into the ring apron! As her head struck the hardest part of the ring, a sickening thud rang out, and each time she made landing, she cried out with a shrill scream. By the third strike, Chelsea was in a daze, her vision swimming and her body heavy as she lay folded over the apron with her arms dangling limp beneath her. When Finella rolled her under the ropes, she went tumbling onto her back, sprawling out flat with her limbs spread around her - and from there, Finella grabbed her by the legs, yanking her groin up against the corner post!

If Chelsea thought she was aching from having the fabric of her panties pulled tightly into her crotch, the pain was nothing compared to what was about to happen. When Finella held her in place, grinding her groin into the cold steel of the post, Chelsea was already sore, and she moaned in pain from the hard, sharp wedge being driven between her legs. And the worst was still yet to come. Chelsea was so numbed to the pain and the dizziness that she barely noticed as Finella used the microphone cable to tie her legs together. But when Finella stared down into her eyes, Chelsea looked back at her, and everything seemed to go still. Even the roar of the crowd seemed to fall away into a hushed murmur as she stared back into those bi-colored eyes - the eyes that looked at her with the same look she'd seen all the way back at the Wolf and the Bunny. The look on Finella's face told Chelsea she was out to devour her soul.

And when Finella struck, she more than delivered. In her moment of shock, Chelsea cried out with an uncharacteristic "NO, PLEASE-!" But Finella showed no mercy - and a second later, her sensitive groin was rammed straight into the corner post. She threw her head back with a wail, trying to kick with her legs, but bound together as tightly as they were, they could hardly move. The impact left her entire lower body numb, tingling with the sensation of frozen nerves. And Finella would only pull her legs further, grinding Chelsea's crotch harder against the post!

When Chelsea looked back at Finella, her eyes were bleary from tears and pain alike. Her chest rose and fell with labored gasps. Ordinarily, she wouldn't dare let Finella ever see her this weak - crying, helpless, and at her mercy. But the pain was far too great. "Let...go...please..." she whined in between pants - but Finella wouldn't listen. She would only line herself up for her next move - and when Chelsea realized what she was about to endure once again, the panic rose in her voice.

"Wha'? WHA'? NO NO NO, STOP-!! AAAAAAAAAAAUUGHHH!!!" An even louder scream split the air of the arena as Finella rammed Chelsea into the turnbuckle a second time. When she heard the crowd cheer on Finella for a third blow, she began screaming even before the blow struck - but, as a clang rung out, her wails would only grow even louder. The fact that Finella was mocking her, and that the fans were actually cheering for her torment, twisted that knife even further. She never felt more helpless and weak than she did at this moment. But if anything, the humiliation was dulled, compared to what it could be. Chelsea could barely reflect on her situation when her whole body hurt so much.

At last, it seemed, Finella was done torturing Chelsea's groin. When she stood over the Scouser, her shadow fell over her like that of a looming tower, and Chelsea's gaze wandered up, her teeth clenching in a wince as their eyes met. In her current getup, Finella looked more like a pinup model than a wrestler, and yet to Chelsea, she may as well have crawled from the bowels of Hell itself. The threats she spat as she perched on her foe's stomach sent shivers down Chelsea's spine. She knew she wanted to talk back to her; she knew she wanted to get the last word in. To the blonde, that was as important as survival itself. "I 'ate ye...fookin' cunt..." she panted - but when she was beaten, bloodied, and breathless, her words could only ring hollow.

And Finella could only meet those words with her fists, as she slammed a punch right into the bloody cut on her rival's forehead. Chelsea's head fell back with a scream, and blood gushed from the wound under the pressure of the blow. And even then, it was nothing compared to what was yet to come - as Finella grabbed the ring bell and pounded it down over her skull! Another scream rang out, echoing even through the ringing of the bell, as Chelsea fell against the canvas.

When Finella raised the bell, Chelsea was flat on her back, gasping for air. Blood trickled down her face and stained her blonde hair, and her chest rose and fell with heaving pants. The world around her rippled and spun, and a piercing ringing echoed in her ears.

"FIVE, SIX, SEVEN..."

The crowd was chanting even louder as the count approached ten. Chelsea wanted to sit up, to snap back at them, to tell them to shut up, and above all to wipe the smirk off Finella's face. But she couldn't. She could barely even move. A chill came over her as the fear set into her bones - was this match already over?

[RedShinigami]

Finella would'nt kill Chelsea, no, she had experience in those kind of things and knew how to torture without killing.
Killing meant it was over but beating up and torturing someone...that sent a message.
Still...somewhere in her mind there seemed something that bugged her about this whole ordeal but she could'nt point her finger on it.
She shook her head, having Chelsea in her grasp, feeling her body go limp against hers was to enthralling to give up...
No, Finella would'nt stop. She promised herself ,the crowd and first and foremost Chelsea that she would take no prisoners and also...when did Chelsea ever had pity with her opponents?
Maybe this was the time to show the english hooligan some humility.

In the ring the englishwoman went and her legs were bound together, actually, looking at Chelseas body and especially her legs, she found her quite sexy. She was always standing in the shadow of Molly but Finella really did'nt think that Chelsea was anymore "uglier" then Molly, quite the contrary, she found both really the lookers, maybe the only compliment they would ever get out of Fin and even this she kept to herself as she wrapped the ankles of Chelsea together tight.
And then she prepared, her bicoloured eyes meeting the ones of Chelsea.
The Hellraiser starred into her very soul.
And suddenly she heard it.
"NO-PLEASE!"

For a millisecond Finella froze, did she hear right? Did Chelsea Forster beg? Begging to let her go. Suddenly her stomach turned to ice and that strange feeling, deep in the back of her head came back.
//You really want to do that...she is your f-//
Finella cut the thoughts right there and clenched her teeth. The englishwoman she had in her grasp had no problem beating her up into a pulp ,leaving her to a fucking blonde maniac and send her to the hospital, went into her home, relishing in knowing that she and her sister...
Finellas pupils went small...

//CHELSEA DESERVES IT!//
That thought alone, the smug smile on Chelseas face when she told Finella that Harmonia had said she was a nuisance...when Chelsea attacked her after her match with Mikoto...all the desperation, sadness and hate boiled up in Finella.
There would be no mercy.
And hearing Chelseas screams of agony...sweetened all of it even more.

After being finished with the work on her pussy the Hellraiser grabbed for the ringbell, making some people in the stands scream and begging themselves for Finella not to do it but the wolf did'nt listen.
Too much bad blood was between those two, blood that Finella would draw as she stood over Chelsea and knelt on her stomach.
First a fist...blood was gushing, netting her fist, she did'nt care, was just a fleshwound, not deep...
Then she raised the ringbell and looked down at her.

//She is your family!//
Finella shook her head, no, never, never, even if Moni and Molly would morph into a freaking hybrid like in a David Cronenberg Movie, she never would feel close to Chelsea!
"NEVER!", she screamed, out of context for everyone and Chelsea and sent the ringbell down onto her head, knocking her down.
She took some deep breaths, collecting herself and looked down at Chelseas bloody masquerade...
"..."

No taunt,no quip, no humiliation.
She pressed down Chelseas shoulders, which was basically just leaning onto her as the Bunny did'nt show any signs of getting back from this and the crowd started to count and all the while Chelsea saw Finellas face and finally a smug grin appeared, the grin she had grown to hate.
"I told you I am the better woman...", she whispered when the count went to 7.
"You never had a chance..."
And then it happened...


Chris backed off and turned towards the crowd. She wasn't the biggest fan of the extra level of violence here, her stomach still in guilty knots after her own hardcore-styled match. But she couldn't just not support Finella, so she played a quick riff for the crowd and threw up her devil horns afterwards. "Give it up for the one and only Hellraiser, ya bastards! MAKE! SOME! NOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSEE!!!!!!!" The crowd exploded in response, some even standing up and pumping their fists in support of the wolf. Clearly there was a fan favorite right now, thanks to the rock star's crowd skills and, honestly the more likely explanation, Chelsea's performance in the last PPV. Chris wasn't sure, but what she didn't know didn't hurt her performance.



This was a sign for George to get active again, things looked a little dire so it was time to get a little action started.
But first Chris had to be put out. This was'nt that hard as the rocker was rather interested in seeing her teammate, torturing her opponent. Common mistake, but she would learn...
George pulled a small button, looking like a very tiny radiobutton at his staff and a little sound could be heard.
His cane was at its highest setting now and when it hit Chris unprotected backside it sent a shockwave through the woman who immediatly went down before him.


That was when George struck, pressing his stick right against her butt and zapping the living daylights out of her. "GGKGKGKKGGKGKGKGKGKGKGKGKG!!!" She screamed/seized out, her body tensing up as the current ran through her. Her world soon turned to black, the last thing she knew was the feeling of the thin matts as she fell down, twitching every now and then.


"Number one...", he smiled and then opened the top of his fabulous contraption to get something out and when Finella turned to him, having heard Chris screaming she was greated with a smile and Confetti into her eyes, making for a big spectacle.
"AAAAAGH!"
But that was'nt just Confetti, it could'nt be, it hurt much to much...this was...salt!
Finella screamed as the salt got into her eyes and even worse into her headwound, screaming and falling down before the East Ender, holding her head in agony ,rolling down from Chelsea, screaming.

"You motherfucker!", she screeched and George smiled.
"Please, i am no' my mo'hers 'ype.", he quipped and to make sure that Finella would stay down he closed his cane again, turned up the volume again and pressed it into the breasts one Finella.
"AAAAAAAAAGGH!", the Hellraiser screamed, falling backwards, twitching and turning, and George put his boot on her and shoved her outside, next to her still downed Tag Partner.

The crowd errupted into a mix of boos and cheers, as both parties were nothing short of entertaining and brutal at the same time.
George looked around seeing the two downed girl and to Chelsea.
"Well, well, Well, seems that Japan and Austria again tremble..."
He tipped his cane three times and a small blade shot out from the tip, cutting the cable and rolling in the ring to help Chelsea up.
"...before the power of the british empire!"

The crowd errupted in boos, Finella and Chris had made a big impression on them and even if both parties were prone to cheating it seemed that some sympathies were with the downed "Moonrock" as George just smiled, helping Chelsea to her feet.
"Every'hin alrigh', darling? tha' looks qui'e nasty.", he whispered.
"Don'' be mad a' me when i refuse 'o kiss 'tha' good again...", he quipped and leaned Chelsea to the ropes.
"Go' 'hem good an' prepared faw you...", he said and pointed to the both girls who were laying next to each other.

[CaptainL]

The instant the plea for mercy had left her mouth, Chelsea immediately regretted it. Since the very beginning, her feud with Finella wasn't over any insults, or wins and losses, or family drama, or anything petty like that. It was a constant struggle for dominance and supremacy. Finella, with her flagrant disregard for anything Chelsea did, her posturing and her pride and her efforts to hold herself as a capable wrestler, called the Englishwoman's very being into question. When Chelsea fought so hard to prove that she was tough, that she wouldn't let anyone keep her down, and Finella so casually beat her and humiliated her and mocked her at every turn, it cut down everything she had done - everything that made her feel confident and worthy of her place in the world. She wouldn't have agreed to all this - the biting, the strangling, the lingerie - if enduring all of that and still triumphing wasn't what she needed to prove to the world she wasn't just a poser chasing after recognition. She knew she had to give this match that extra bit of effort and commitment, just to prove how high the stakes were to her.

And yet, in one moment, she had betrayed it all. She'd let her fears and doubts take control of her, and everyone had known. Finella had known. The fans had known. Chelsea bit her lip, shrinking away as her face grew red. She'd gone into this match to make a statement, and she had just stabbed herself in the back.

Of course, none of that mattered a moment later - when Finella yanked her up against the corner post, ramming her groin into the cold steel. Again, and again, and again. Now, she couldn't think through anything. Her head was in a haze, and everything felt like pins and needles. And still, Finella kept at it, pulling harder at her legs to rub her already raw womanhood into the ring post. Chelsea was, truly, being tortured. Everything was pain. She didn't want to be weak again. She didn't want to believe she couldn't make it. But she couldn't be sure of that.

Lying flat on her back, Chelsea panted and groaned. Her face was red and dripping with blood and sweat, and her ribs trembled with each rasping gasp she took. Her eyes were glazed over, her vision blurred, and the world refused to sit still. But when she heard Finella taunt her, even now insisting herself as the better woman...that was one thing Chelsea couldn't endure. She couldn't give in now - not if it meant giving the Hellraiser what she wanted!

"Why...ye..." Chelsea's voice was cracking, but she still settled a piercing glare on Finella, slowly but surely raising her head from the mat. She got an elbow behind her, then her palms pressed against the canvas, and she started to sit up. When she saw Chris cheer for Finella's display, she snarled and clenched her teeth - and when she heard the fans actually cheer her on, for all she'd done to her, her hand tightened into a quivering fist that was just waiting to lash out and hit something. Unfortunately, with where Chelsea had her legs tied, she couldn't get far.

That was, until George came in.

Just when Chelsea needed it most, her new manager lashed out with his cane, catching Chris in the rear with the taser - and just like that, the white-haired girl fell twitching to the ground. Chelsea grinned, chuckling at the sight of Finella's cornerwoman getting some well-timed comeuppance for such a low move. When she heard a few cheers and laughs from the fans at Chris's less than dignified predicament, she could only smile wider. And what was best of all came when George blasted a gust of salt into Finella's eyes before taking her down with the taser as well! Chelsea never thought that she would be happy to see George, but if there was any a time for it it would be now. He had made such an impressive showing with his cane, even Chelsea had to be wowed by its construction. The fact that the fans were applauding the spectacular sight made it even better - and best of all was the fact that Finella was down, twitching, and helpless.

When George cut Chelsea loose, the Scouser at last pulled herself free, breathing a sigh of relief. She rubbed at her legs to try and dull the pain, and when she looked up at George, it was with a smile. She took his hand, wobbling a little on her feet as she stood up; she started to slip ever so slightly and grabbed onto his shoulder to support herself. Of course, when he offered to kiss her better, she bit her lip and looked away with a grumble, crossing her arms. The fact that she almost - by sheer coincidence, mind - looked like she was depending on him didn't help matters.

"Bah! I'm de one oo should tell ye ter bewgar off wi'dat, like." Chelsea spat in his direction as she turned back to the side of the ring - but there, she saw that Finella and Chris were crumpled helplessly in a heap outside, and a grin crossed her face as she realized what she had to do. The strength seemed to return to her, borne on a wave of newfound confidence. Everything seemed to fall into place.

Chelsea took a step back, leaning over a little to pull her panties back into place from the exceptionally sheer thong they'd become. As she straightened herself up, she wiped some blood off her face with her arm. Then, she began to climb the ropes, coming to the top - and once there, she held a hand to her mouth to shout down at the two prone women below.

"Bombs away, ye kraut bastard!" Chelsea roared. Without any further ado, she bounced off the ropes, and as the fans let out a cheer, she came crashing down on top of both Finella and Chris to slam into them with her knees in a meteora!

Spoiler

[RedShinigami]

Finella knelt over Chelsea and let the bell connect with her dumb skull.
"THIS IS FOR THE EMPTY HEAD OF YOURS, ISLAND APE!", she shouted a slur at her and threw the bell away, seeing her "work" before her and smiling.
The Hellraiser herself could'nt look any better but she got Chelsea good this time, working on the wound she gave her by biting that stupid bitch, like a wolf, ripping a chunk out of a bunny.

She smiled and being in this dominant position, topping Chelsea, pressing her shoulders down, knowing that the bitch could'nt do anything but squirm and whimper under her made her spine tingling with excitement.
"Seems the fun is already over, huh? Well I have to say I am a little dissapointed but not surprised you know...I mean...come one, no one ,not the people betting at this fight nor the experts had trust in you...", she said and was'nt lying. The favorite of this match was Finella, giving Chelseas record and the Hellraisers cometlike rise to the top in short time.
Everyone who had take a bet on Chelsea had a fortune to make if the Brit won but for now it looked like that things ended prematurealy as Finella pressed her whole bodyweight on her downed foe and the count came to seven...


George smiled back at Chelsea and gave her a wink.
This match not online pitted hated rivals against each other but debuted partners who loved and cared for them too, none of them was alone, both had someone to rely on.
"We are par'ners now, fawgo'? i am never far away from you! Nah go on an' kick 'er bottle and glass!
We believ' in you, make us proud march 'are.", he said and before rolling out of the ring, gave Chelsea a slap on her bare behind before she could wedgie it out.
"Don'' wawry, i go' your back!", he chuckled, making a pervy innuendo and quickly escaped before Chelsea could lash out on him.

Meanwhile Moonrock seemed to have seen better days as both girls were down on the thin mats of the outside, Finella tried to get the feeling in her limbs back, that bastard had zapped them good, she asked herself how strong that thing was and what was the better question...what the fuck was with this cane? It seemed that it could do almost everthing and the Hellraiser was sure that George would present her with more of the contraptions held in this marvelous thing.

But for now she had to got back into the ring, the bitch was down, after such a beating she just could'nt be back on her feet again, surely she would lay there, hurting, pleading her to stop...oh Finella could have listen to those sweet pleas the whole evening and was intent to not give her time to breath...maybe it was time they went backstage for some more fun...

But everything Finella had planned, taking her time, grabbing Chelsea and beat her up some more seemed to vanish in a dark shadow that blocked the stadium lights from shining on them and she saw Chelsea getting on the top rope, grinning, full of energy.
"Fuck...fuck...Chris get up!", she screamed and tried to move but she could'nt, her muscles were still stiff and when the Bunny leapt, coming down on them, she could only take it.
"GUAAAAAGHOOOO!", she groaned as Chelseas knee shot into her unprotected stomach with full force,she would have twitched her abs, making the impact less painful but she could'nt, her whole body was dull and so the rockband / Tag Team took Chelseas Meteora headon.
"Gagh..kch..."
Finella coughed and sputtered like Chelsea did and grabbed for her exposed stomach were Chelseas knee had left a red spot...
Again her hebris had gotten the best of her and now she faced a Chelsea full of wrath and bitter revenge in mind...

[CaptainL]

The emotions were already bubbling up inside of Chelsea as she felt Finella hold her down - anger, frustration, disgust at the Wolf and everything she represented, and in no small amount, disappointment in herself for letting this happen to her. This was supposed to be her moment of vindication, when she would at last pay Finella back for all the suffering and indignity she'd caused her - and when she would prove once and for all that she wasn't hopeless; that she could still win, and still take pride in knowing her efforts had brought her success. Yet, even now, when it mattered most of all, she couldn't make it work.

And, as Finella reminded her that it was she who had always come up on top when it came to important matches, while Chelsea was stuck struggling at the bottom of a mountain as she continually tried to claw her way to the top but could never quite make it there, all while the people around her - even her own sister - had all the success she so desperately wanted for herself...her eyelid twitched, and she sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, her hands balling into fists so tight her nails dug into the palms of her hands. She wouldn't tolerate this any more. If she could just get back up, she would put all that anger, all that disappointment, to good use, to make sure she would never let herself be humbled again. All she needed was an extra push to get the ball rolling - and when George came up to hit Finella with the taser, that was all she needed. As she got back to her feet, Chelsea was ready to unleash that fury.

Of course, as George gave her a smack across the behind, it caught her by surprise; she jumped back to her feet and let out a yelp before immediately blushing, more so from how she had let her composure slip than from anything else. Nevertheless, she soon shot a glare back at George. "'ands to yoself, unless ye want dem broken," she snapped. But as she climbed to the top rope, she was quick to forget about her earlier embarrassment. The feeling of crushing Finella beneath her, and knowing that she had scored a blow against her, would be more than enough to make up for it.

Sure enough, when Chelsea came crashing down on top of both Finella and Chris, a rumble went through the two members of Moonrock - and the crowd let out a cheer. Once again, the Englishwoman could hear the fans cheering for her, and she looked up with a smile. They actually cared about her! No matter what Finella said about the odds being against Chelsea, it seemed that - for once - the crowd wanted her to win. And, as she sat up taller, puffing out her chest and running a hand through her hair to pose for the cameras...it might have been an uncharacteristic moment for Chelsea, but the thought of being so applauded was an intoxicating one. She wanted more of their praise - and above all else, she wanted to make sure Finella wouldn't win over their hearts.

But it wasn't all about her. It definitely wasn't all about her. Chelsea still had more work to do - and, as she pulled herself up to her feet, and looked down on the fallen Finella with a grin, she was ready to set to it.

"Lerrus give ye a hand, like," she said, reaching down to grab Finella by the hair. There, she would drag the girl up to her feet, her fingers wrapped tightly in her raven tresses to ensure she was putting as much traction as she could on her scalp. And from there, she would turn and slam Finella's face straight into the ring apron! After all the abuse her own skull had taken, it was about time she got some payback - and one strike wouldn't be enough; Chelsea soon began to bash her head again and again into the apron, harder and harder! She threw her head back with a laugh, taking pride in her rival's suffering. But she knew that if it was up to Finella, she'd easily do the same to her - and if she had any say in the matter, she would make sure that didn't happen.

When she was through, Chelsea gave Finella a shove, rolling her underneath the ropes to get her back into the ring. After following her in, she dusted off her hands, looking down to see her, in all hope, still stunned. There was plenty Chelsea could do with a prone Finella, and she was eager to indulge herself - and best of all, she had a captive audience. Turning to the stands with a grin, she planted her heel into the Hellraiser's breast, rubbing it back and forth to grind it in as she lifted her head to call back to the crowd. "Yous wanna see a show?"

They didn't know what she had said. But they still cheered - and that made Chelsea feel like she was finally doing something right.

[RedShinigami]

George just snickered as he quickly left the ring again. The debut of Mad Tea Party and the Debut of Moonrock, a spectacle with no comparisson. The englishman had promised to help Chelsea whenever she got in trouble and he stood to his word. His trusty cane, a ingenious invention by himself, was helping a lot. And what the crowd and Moonrock had seen by now was'nt even a little speck of the many secrets it held. But for now Finella Edelstein was down and Chelsea was sure to capitalize on this fact, so George went to his corner and gave a thumbs up to Karl who was sitting in the truck, stil in full costume and watched the match. Sure, it was a grueling sight to see to people that got close to him, hurting each other like that but as fellow wrestler he could understand.

Both had a deep, personal grudge and wanted to settle it in the ring. That was something he could admire. Better here then like a few weeks ago in a house. The reporters wrestling heart pumped faster, seeing the energy radiating from both girls whos bodys already had taken much damage but refused to give in. This was'nt the Chelsea anymore who had fought the Carnival Girls, in fact he was sure the March Hare could take all three of them AND Dark Shaina at once. Chelsea had did everything to get stronger, faster, better then Finella. In a way both women inspired each other to get in the shape of their life and seeing their perfectly shaped bodies straining against each other made Karl question his fatherly feelings but he was sure to shake his head and concentrate on their performances again.

Finella lay next to Chris and sputtered. Chelsea and George had gotten them good. She was'nt able to move anymore ,her whole body was numb from this damn taser. And so she just could lay there and see the shadow of Chelsea appearing over here and coming down into her midsection with a perfectly performed meteora. Finellas and Chris bodies buckled up and fell down again like limp ragdolls, but at least Chelseas attack brought some sensation back into her limbs, still it was far from ready again and her rival was sure to benefit from it as she grabbed Finella by her hair with brutal force, making sure to put as much pressure on her scalp as possible and got her up into a standing position.

Finellas limbs were still wobbly and if Chelsea did'nt held her upright she would have fallen down like a puppet with her strings cut. Her eyes looked into Chelseas with hateful glare but she could'nt muster to lift her arm to throw a punch into that smug face. Their wounds had stopped bleeding, leaving them with crimson masks but when Chelsea decided to get back at Fin, the wound on her head ripped open again. FInella was slammed mercilesly in the hardest part of the ring, again, again, again, again, with each time Chelsea got faster, harder and nastier, she heard her laughing and cursed herself that she could'nt lash out and choke her again.

After the final blow against the side of the ring, Finellas world was spinning. Her bra had a little malfunction as one of her breasts had slipped out of it to the big amusement of the crowd who were chanting for Chelsea. They chanted for the british Bunny whom they had dispised for so long, booed her, insulted her. They wanted her to succeed, they wanted Finella to succeed. After a massive campain by George and Karl for Chelsea and by Viktor for Finella, the crowd was all to hyped to see those women. And even if the still could'nt understand Chelsea and could barely get what Fin was saying with her heavy schwarzenegger-like accent, they cheered because Chelsea had finally won over their hearts!

"YOU HEAR THEM?!", she suddenly heard Karl shouting from the truck. "They cheer for you! That is your applause Chelsea! I am so proud of you!", he screamed and clapped his hands for his young friend.
Even if he loved Finella too, he was here to support Chelsea and Karl made sure to stay to his word.
"Yes, 'e is righ' darling! you are doin grea'! le''s shah 'his krau' 'ah we do 'hings on our island!"

Not only had Chelsea the support from the crowd, but also the support from her friends at ringside, something that had to boost her spirits along the way and when Finella was rolled in by her she could stand proud. Finella could just lay there, groaning and holding her aching head. "Oooh...you get that back...", she warned her and then gasped as Chelsea buried her heel into her breast, rubbing it as if to take out a cigarettebud on the floor.
"Gaaaaah...", Finella groaned in pain, no doubt music for the ears of the March Hare as her soft,bare breast was flattened by Chelseas foot.

Then suddenly Chelsea promised a show...and the downed Hellraiser could only guess what was coming next...

George used the moment and threw some of his magic confetti in the air.
"The March Hare asks if you want to see a show TOKYOOOOO!"
The crowd exploded into cheers and hollers and George gave Chelsea thumbs up. It seemed that Mad Tea Party had struck some cords and that the working relationship between the two english friends worked flawlessly.

[CaptainL]

As she hoisted Finella up by the hair, pounding her face into the ring apron like she was using it to hammer a nail, Chelsea had expected her greatest satisfaction in this match to come from beating her rival down. Having her at her mercy, making her eat all of her words, watching her bleed and knowing that every drop of blood that spilled from her wounds was wrought by her own hands. And now, as all of those things were unfolding before her eyes...Chelsea still felt satisfied, of course. She still cheered for her own efforts, and she still felt her heart race with the knowledge she was paying the Hellraiser back for all the pain and misery she had caused her. But...there was something else there, too.

Hearing the crowd cheer for her, to actually hold adoration for her and to mean it, told Chelsea she was doing something right. Even in her native England, her brusque, antisocial ways and precarious temper made her hard for the fans to get behind, even if they had to admire her good looks and wrestling skills. Yet now, she was unleashing the beatdown on her rival she had pent up inside of her for god only knew how long, and they were loving every second of it, cheering for every blow she landed. It was a feeling Chelsea wasn't familiar with - to be cheered, loved, welcomed - but one that stood out so much more for how foreign it was. The thought that all these people were watching her, were working themselves up into a fervor for her - it made a tingle go down her spine just thinking about it. This was the recognition she had been craving all her life. She'd always looked for it; she just didn't know how she would be able to reach out and grab it, until it finally came.

Above all, it was hearing Karl cheering for her, and telling her how much the crowd loved her, that truly lifted Chelsea's spirits. She looked back over to the truck, and her face lit up with a grin. In Karl, she had finally found someone she felt she would be able to open up to, who she could trust with her struggles and who could help her overcome them. And now, she had become everything he wanted her to be, and more. She had his pride. Even if she lost this match, Chelsea could at least know she had a taste of the adoration and admiration she'd chased for so long.

But even if it was so...it wouldn't be enough. Her thoughts soon went sour as she looked down at where Finella lay on the mat, her bare and unprotected breast making itself that much more inviting a target, but also stirring memories in Chelsea's mind of how she had stooped to the low-hanging fruit in getting the crowd's attention, stripping down in front of the entire audience just to one-up her English rival when it came to their entrances - and those were memories that caused Chelsea to go tense, biting her lip. Of course she had to one-up her. She always did. Finella didn't know how to leave well enough alone; she always had to make Chelsea look subpar by comparison. For once, the blonde had managed to hold the fans' attention - but she still grit her teeth and hissed at the thought that Finella would almost certainly find a way to snatch it away from her at the first opportunity. This was about more than breaking Finella's body, she realized. She needed to tear down her reputation and her pride, too. She couldn't let her get away from this match thinking she had the last laugh.

When George cued the fans to cheer louder, Chelsea smirked back at her manager. That was the reaction she was waiting for. Ordinarily, Chelsea would never think of playing this much to her viewers, who she barely cared about as anything more than a bunch of obnoxious foreigners who couldn't be bothered to do things the proper English way. But now, she had their praise. She had their affection. The feeling of it was an intoxicating one, an almost addicting rush, and it was one she couldn't help but want more of.

"If dat gutti slut thinks she's such 'ot stuff...bah! She doesn't kun wa' she's wittin' about, like!" Chelsea raised her foot to deliver one last stomp to Finella's breast before she stepped off of her, kicking dust back toward her in another show of disrespect. Then, though, she bent over forward, sticking her leg out in front of her, and unhooking her stocking from the garter that held it up. Slowly and carefully she rolled the stocking down over her slender leg, and as she tossed her head back with a swing of her ponytail, she smirked as she saw the fans cheer her even louder. Slipping the stocking off her leg, she pressed her other foot against the turnbuckle pad to begin working on the other; as she worked it down, she leaned back over at the waist until she was practically bent over parallel to the mat. As she yanked the stocking off her foot, she hoisted her bare leg to the sky, then swept herself back onto her feet with one last flourish, taking a bow toward the crowd.

"Yous want more?" Chelsea called out to the fans. If George translated her question - which was sure to be met with an uproarious cheer - Chelsea would simply throw up a middle finger in a gesture that got as many laughs as it did boos. "Dun fook yous!" Though she wasn't afraid to show off if it meant taking Finella down a peg, Chelsea wasn't about to be so shameless. Even if she was a boorish drunk hooligan, she could at least take comfort in knowing she would always be classier than Finella could ever hope to be.

But Chelsea wasn't just stripping for the sake of attention. She had a perfectly good use for her stockings - one she would put to the test now, as she locked a wicked glare on Finella. She stormed over to the fallen wolf, where she would take hold of her arms and legs, using one stocking to tie her ankles together and the other to secure her wrists behind her back. With Finella tied, Chelsea would then once again lift her up by the hair - but this time, to hurl her into the corner. And from there, she would be in the perfect position - as Chelsea took off running toward her, leaping up as she got close to slam her groin against her face with a bronco buster!

[RedShinigami]

Finella had'nt been at LAW as long as Chelsea was but she had risen to become fan favourite in quite short amount of time thanks to her carless, rebellious ways, her energy and shamelessness in hentai matches and her overall fanpleasing appearance.

Finella was a bad girl, a punk, strong, hard hitting and sexy. Her good looks she shared with her sister definetly helped too in the matter and her appearance at the ring, loud, in your face, blasting Motörhead along the way made her appeal only even more. Finella was a total package so to speak and the fans ate it up even if some were not that happy with her sometimes overly brutal and cheating ways. But Finella could'nt care less. She lived the life she wanted, wrestled whom she wanted, fucked whom she wanted.

Then the Bunnies appeared and with it the longtime rivalry with Chelsea Forster. Maybe things would have went down differently if Finella had'nt insisted to rub things in at the Wolf and the Bunny in December. If she just could have left good enough alone, as Chelsea put it.

What would have happened if she just had left Chelsea alone? Their sisters would have dated and both of them would have become friends? Or was it something inavitable. Finella was a strong believer, not in religion but in fate, and if Finella had'nt made the first move then she was sure that Chelsea would have. The british girl did'nt took to losses to well and after what they did to each other it seemed destined for them to engage in this rivalry.
They were alike, like light to darkness, and this was what made their feud so heated.

Their sisters sharing a loving relationship did'nt help to make things better but rather make it worse. The Bunnies were at a crossroad of their career, having a negative record of more losses then victories and a significant reduction of matches since We are LAW 3.

But then the Edelsteins came and turned all of it around. Harmonia and Molly formed a new team called "The Superstars" which faced massive popularity because of Harmonias gimmick change and appearing on all kinds of shows and podcasts, Harmonias famous pastlife made them a topic even outside the wrestling world. Chelsea, George and Karl to some extent, had formed the "Mad Tea Party", giving Chelsea a whole new gimmick and, because of Karls and Georges efforts, made her popular with the crowd.

This crowd now chanted and cheered as Chelsea crushed Finellas breast under her heel and kicked some dust away in utter disrespect. Finellas body was down on the canvas, her pants came softly and coarse. Slowly some sensation came back into her arms and legs as she tried to get up. Her breast was badly bruised by the last attack of the March Hare and Finella did'nt even make the effort to shove it back in because Chelseas attack had ripped the cup.

And then she saw what Chelsea was doing and could'nt believe it, in fact no one could... And George climbed the turnbuckle stomping his cane on the ground as a british and a japanese flag rolled down, and in the middle a third one showing a Hat with Bunny ears appeared.

Finella could'nt believe it. She had thought that she and Chris had outsmarted and upstaged them but it seems that the Mad Tea Party was'nt finished with its entrance in a long shot.
Suddenly the ring turned darker and the spotlight fell on Chelsea and her performance... This was a bad dream... It had too. That was'nt the clumsy, brootish, screaming holligan she knew... This was a beautiful fighter who showed off to the crowd as she did! Finellas insides turned to ice...it had happened. Finally it had happened...Chelsea had one over her. She could'nt believe it. Of course most of it had to be Georges idea and creativity but still it was Chelsea doing those things, the flags proudly waving over her, her little show being applauded and cheered as the slender, sexy legs of this Scouser came on sight.

"Tokyo! Is'nt the March Hare magnificent? Truly, we, the Mad Tea Party, Englands finest, have brought quite a show for you! Let me hear it for Chelsea Forster, TOKYOOOO?!", the pubowner grinned and threw confetti in the air that glistened in the darkness as suddenly some music appeared, reminding people of a burlesque show.
//They thought about everything...//,Finella thought and laid on the ground like a squashed frog, only able to witness Chelseas moments of glory without being able to do something about it..

When Chelsea ended the show George still resided on the turnbuckle.
" Tokyo! The March are asks if you want some more?"
The crowd errupted in cheers but when Chelsea flipped the bird with a smirk, Karl shook his head laughing and George shrugged his shoulders.
"It seems that you have to wait my dear friends.", the manager chuckled and jumped down on the apron.

And even this blatant show of disrespect costed Chelsea nothing. Most fans took it in good humor, having enjoyed the show of the March Hare so far and some booed but not because of hate but because they liked Chelsea and especially her body.

Now it was official. Finellas stick of playing sexy for the crowd and hurting Chelseas pride with it was gone, annihilated. Now only fists and their bodies would tell who was the better woman.

The Hellraiser had managed to get into a sitting position, sweat and blood running down into her eyes, leaving her with the scent of salt and iron as Chelsea came over and put her stockings to good use...chaining her ankles and wrists before grabbing her hair brutally at the scalp again.
"I am fucking killing you, you slut.", Finella groaned but gave an indignified screech afterwards as she was thrown into a corner.

She shook her head and saw Chelsea walking to the corner across her.
"No! NONOONOOOO-GAAAAGH!"
Chelsea had made her move, jumpstarting out of the corner and onto Finellas upper body for a devastating bronco buster.

"Agg... Ahh... Ungh... Guough..."
Chelseas body crushed Finellas chest under quick and brutal jumps, each time she landed her barely covere crotch slammed itself in the Hellraisers face to a popping crowd and a humiliated Finella.