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

[CaptainL]

Driving her nails deep into the flesh of Finella's arms was only the beginning for Chelsea - and when she hurled the Hellraiser overhead, she was ready to set to work. She knew that she had so much more pain in store for her rival, and as she flattened her breasts once again beneath her feet, she was dead-set on dishing it out. It didn't help matters that Finella was so intent on taunting her the whole way through, hurling insults at the Englishwoman through everything she did even as she was being bludgeoned from all sides with anything Chelsea could get her hands on - which made it all the more satisfying when Chelsea slammed a pie into her face, at last silencing her.

"'mph! That's more like it - and lerrus tell ye, I wuddun be goin' afti yer saggy bristlers if dee weren't such big targets, like! It's impossible ter miss de things!" Still, Chelsea's eye twitched a little, her teeth clenched into a grimace as Finella's words sank their claws into her skin, leaving her gripped with doubts as to how well she could ever match up to her - if she truly was inadequate. But Chelsea knew how to quench those doubts - and it was in making Finella pay, as she slammed plate after plate of cakes and pastries down onto her opponent!

At last, Finella rolled off the table with a clattering of dishes as Chelsea drove her foot into her side - though not without a parting insult that caused the blonde to hiss under her breath as she crossed her arms. "Awfully big mouth o' ye..." she muttered. But she also had an idea - and while Finella was still reeling, she would have time to set it into motion.

Getting down from the table, Chelsea picked up a few cakes that had miraculously survived the flurry of destruction from around the room, and set them up on the floor. Then, she got behind Finella, looming over her with a foot planted to each side of her body. Why dun ye put it ter good use fe once?!"

This time, Chelsea got down on top of Finella, bringing her weight down against her back. Her legs coiled around the brunette's shoulders to lock them in place, while her hands reached out to cup her chin and pulled her head backward, twisting her spine into a brutal arc with a camel clutch as she hauled her off the ground! But that would just give Chelsea more room to work - letting go of Finella's jaw with one hand, she picked up each plate from where they were arranged in front of them, slamming them into her opponent's face and breasts once again! "'uv some more!"

[RedShinigami]

Oh Finella knew that she had gone far with some insults but then again, this was her. She worked with words as with her fists and even if it made a difference if she bruised some ribs or hurt someone with "Your Momma" jokes, the satisfaction the rebellious Austrian was felt quite the same as she looked into the pissed face of her english rival. But her mouth got shut soon enough by some delicious cakes that were sadly wasted, of course the crowd of LAW would not see it that way, and the brutal handling of her fellow brawler.

The Hellraiser managed to let out one last quip, trying to strike deep by adressing Chelseas mother before she was sent to the ground by a kick in her already badly bruised ribs. "Ghh..." Finella landed in a heap on the floor, clutching her burning sides and curl up like a shrimp. Chelsea had no mercy, as Finella would'nt have. The Hellraiser heard the tapping of the Scousers bare feet next to her and saw the shadow of Chelsea ingulfing her form. What was she up too?

The answer was of course: Pain!
Chelsea sat on the back of her rival and prepared everything for a camelclutch that followed, making the Austrian gasp in pain at the sudden sting in her spine while she was bent with everything Chelsea Forster had to offer, which was, as the Scouser had rightfully said before, was plenty.
The halfnaked form of Finella, drenched in various sweet treats was bent back while the cameracrew made sure to film this spot in all its glory for the crowd in the arena, reeling in their seats.

Chelsea stood proud and had the Hellraiser caught in a tricky situation, humiliated by having her face cacked with pies but the worse thing was about to follow as the Scouser made it look effortlessly, grabbing for some other pastries she brought with her, holding the wolf with one hand and then proceeded to decorate the front of Finella, pressing another cake in her already messy face and worse, into her tits without a thing Finella could do about it. When her breasts emerged from the mess again her nipples were decorated with Cherries on top while she tried to endure the painful hold that her rival had her in. The Cameracrew was waiting. There was no way Finella could escape now. Would she give? Was this the end of the big evening?

[CaptainL]

Chelsea saw the bruise forming on her rival's side - indeed, she was aiming her kick square into the middle of it, knowing how much worse it would hurt. But even the kick wasn't the worst part of Chelsea's plan, as the Englishwoman knocked her opponent straight off the table and onto the floor below! As she got down from the table and looked over at her foe, she clenched her teeth and scowled - the very sight of Finella was enough to remind her of all the reasons she hated her. But with that hatred came a note of satisfaction, too. Now, like never before, she finally had a chance to punish the Hellraiser for all the trouble she'd caused, and she was going to make the most of it.

As she grabbed Finella by the jaw and wrenched her back into a camel clutch, a grin flashed across Chelsea's face, and she cackled with sadistic glee. She felt the rush that could only come from knowing she had Finella at her mercy, and the screams that spoke of the amount of pain the Austrian was in only made it that much sweeter. But it wasn't just pain Chelsea was out to cause Finella; once again, she began to batter her with whatever cakes and pies she could get her hands on. She saw how effective she'd been before in humiliating her opponent for the world to see, and if anything, now seemed like an even better occasion. The combination of her taunts with a brutal submission hold would quite literally add insult to injury, and best of all, by hauling Finella's upper body off the ground, Chelsea would ensure that her shameful defeat was on full view for the cameras, while she beamed with pride overhead!

"Oh, quit yer whinin' already, would ye?" Chelsea taunted. It didn't even matter to her that no one in the camera crew, let alone most people watching in the arena or at home, would have any idea what she was saying. She knew that Finella would - at least, most of it - and if there was anyone she most wanted to understand how soundly she had beaten Finella, it was Finella herself. "I thought ye loved guzzlin' this crap, like! I kun you'd just love some ice cream ter wash it down rite about now, too, 'mm?" She rubbed the pie tin into Finella's face for good measure - she had heard about her rival's taste for ice cream, and it gave her even more ammunition to use against her. "Let's face it, fe all ye wanna be de big bad wolf, you're really juss one of the three little pigs!"

Reaching down lower, Chelsea grabbed a hold of one of Finella's breasts, giving it a squeeze. She knew how proud Finella was of her chest, and she wanted to tear her down for it, turning it into a point of mockery. Besides, she was sick of being taunted over her own bust size, and it was about time she got some well-deserved payback. "This is whuz it all goes, like?" As her fingers sank into the flesh of Finella's bosom, Chelsea still couldn't shake the creeping feelings of inadequacy, and she bit at her lip in frustration. But she knew she had to make Finella feel shame - especially for everything she held dear. She wouldn't let Chelsea be proud or even content with anything. Now, the Scouser wanted to take that from her.

However, it was starting to dawn on Chelsea that she couldn't hang on forever. The icing that now covered Finella's face was starting to leave her fingers slipping through it, and as much as she hated to admit it, her grip was easing, little by little. "Nngh..." she huffed under her breath. She clawed at Finella's cheeks, looking for a better hold, but the icing got under her fingernails, keeping her from holding her steady. For a moment, she cursed herself for getting rid of the gloves. Whether she liked it or not, Chelsea would need to let go of Finella soon. But if that was the case, she wanted to make sure she'd let her go in the most painful way she could imagine. Her grip at last gave out - but as it did, Chelsea fell to the side, going to deliver a kick to Finella's back to roll her across the floor, to where a slushie machine was sitting against the wall!

[RedShinigami]

The tables had turned and Chelsea was having the upper hand in this bout, the cameracrew eagerly flming the tight submission in which she had her austrian rival while spitting poison and bile like Finella did a minute before. It was humiliating. She was drenched in cakes and literally felt like the pig Chelsea called her while her face got another nice dunk. It had looked so much fun when Sachiko and Veronika had done it but this here was far from fun. As much as a sweettooth the wolf possessed, she felt sick with all those sugary carbs filling her mouth and nostrils. The tight and agonizing camel clutch of Chelsea did'nt help things and Fin, for a speck of a second, considered tapping. Whatever she did, Chelsea got back up it was like fighting a clone of herself, a shadowy shape that mirrored all her strengths... Only with smaller boobs of course. But hearing Chelsea talking shit awakend all her spirits again.

Of course she understood Chelsea, more or less, she had net people from all over the world while working on the balkans, she herself had a very intresting voice to say at least. But where Chelsea had a thick dialect, Finella had a thick accent, namely Arnold Schwarzenegger in Hercules in New York thick, which meant, pretty bad, that made her english sound rather ridiculous and the few words of japanese barely comprehensible. But this was'nt over, this was far from over, not until Chelseas mum sang! The wolf gritted her teeth and worked herself through the pain when suddenly...

"Ah~"
That bitch had groped her tits, turning this in some sort of modifies Koizumi Clutch and when Finella felt that talons of Chelsea digging into her soft, scarcovered flesh she surpressed a moan. She would'nt give a sound of pleasure, not when Chelsea did the honors, instead Finella managed to got cocky again. "Gkrh...look...LAW...you can compare now... Who was the better tits, huh?", she said while looking into this Camerks who had both pairs of milkbags directly in their sight.

Finella felt Chelseas hands slipping tough, thanks to the cake and sweat and saw her chance to escape, but before this could happen Chelsea decided to have the last word, let Finella go and shove her into the direction of a slushy machine that was as colourful as a rainbow.

The Wolf tried to protect her side and instead her back hit the machine, not much better considering that her spine still hurt. And what was worse was that the machine started to tumble now and was ready to drop at Finella whose eyes popped open.
"WHAT THE FUCK??", she shouted and rolled out of the way before the machine fell and ended its life with a loud crash spilling out copious amounts of delicious, sugary coolness that ingulfed the body of the Hellraiser.

"Uuuuh..", she gasped, glad for the cool touch on all her bruisea and wounds.
Now the floor of the dining areahad become a slippery slope filled with all the colours of the rainbow. It spilled all around the cameracrew and Chelsea feet who almost slipped...and there was Finellas chance! Using the sweet treat as long as it was slick and not sticky she pulled herself forward and went for a doubleleg takedown on her rival, getting the scouser down with her in a big splash!

The cameracrew was not leaving the stage as now the cheering audience was treated to an impromptu substance match, the advantage of a streetfight...everything was possible!
"You stinking, english scumbag!", Finellan growled as she topped Chelsea and with a wild kicking and hands in their hair started to roll around in the sticky slushy, their breasts pressing together making the crowd cheer even louder and George who was still i the arena with Chris saw and heard another thing: Money!

[CaptainL]

For a moment, Chelsea had a chance to feel smug, knowing that she was putting Finella in her place, and for once getting to be the one who could bask in the glory of knowing she could feel in control and on top of things. As her fingers sank into the flesh of the Hellraiser's breast, a wicked smirk came to her face. But a moment later, Finella managed to sneak out one of her quips, and instantly Chelsea's mood soured, her eyes narrowing into a glare as her brow furrowed. She hissed under her breath, glowering back at the Wolf. "Shut yer mouth, like! Er I'll stuff it fe ye again!" As much as she tried to salvage the situation, Chelsea couldn't deny it stung. Once again, like she had done too many times before, Finella had managed to turn Chelsea's attempt at knocking her down from her pedestal into another excuse to brag about her own self-proclaimed superiority, and lord over her rival more and more. Chelsea really couldn't have anything to herself. And that was just making her all the more determined to take it by force!

She knew that her grip was slipping, and that she would need to act fast if she wanted to keep the advantage before she was forced to let go. But Chelsea was fueled by her anger and hatred and her desire to get back at Finella, and she gave her a boot to the side as she kicked her against the slushie machine. She was hoping that the impact would be a painful one - but she got more than she bargained for as the machine's contents began to spill over Finella, painting the floor with sugary goop!

As she picked herself back up to her feet, Chelsea saw the scene unfolding before her, and she threw her head back with a roar of laughter. Anything she could have done to humiliate Finella on her own was nothing compared to what was being unleashed on her now! In between laughs, she pointed a finger at Finella, facing her with a grin that split her face from ear to ear. "Hah! Truth be terld, ye could stand ter wear a little more coler from time ter time. Ye 'uv ter go outside once inna while, ye nah!"

In teasing Finella, however, Chelsea had let her opponent out of her sights - something that, when Finella was concerned, was a big mistake. Suddenly, the Hellraiser pounced, taking Chelsea down into the concoction that had pooled around her feet. "'ey, wha' ay ye-GAH!" She landed with a splash - and a moment later, the two girls were wrapped up in a tangle of arms and legs, as they frantically slapped, punched, and kicked at everything they could get their hands on while they rolled over one another across the floor!

"Gerrof, ye bag-!" Chelsea spat, trying to buck at Finella with her hips, but her rival was holding fast. The slushie mixture was washing off the bits of cake and other items that had clung to their bodies, but it would only replace it with sticky sugar - and yet, no matter how sticky the two of them became, they never slowed down their brawling; the sounds of slaps ringing out against each others' backs and sides turned to wet squelches. A kick from Chelsea went wide and overturned a popcorn machine, causing the kernels to pour across the floor and stick to the two rivals as they rolled their way through it. But there was no distracting Chelsea. Her face had twisted into a scowl of hate, and she needed to release that in a fitting punishment for Finella.

"I said, GERROF!!" Punctuating her cry of rage, Chelsea kicked up with her knee, aiming to drive it into Finella's groin. Hopefully, that would leave her stunned for what she had planned next - rolling the Austrian onto her face before she rose to her knees beside her, panting. If that worked, she would bury her hands in Finella's hair, holding tightly to it as she began to grind her face into the sugar, hopefully getting it into her eyes!

[RedShinigami]

Like two alleycats fighting over territory the two sexy lightweights started to roll around in the sticky sweetness that the broken slushiemachine had presented them turning things messy to the cheers of the crowd in the stadium and at home? Who did'nt enjoy halfnude ladiea gettig messy after all? Certainly not George who stood there with big eyes and an idea while ignoring the fuming Chris Yukine.

Meanwhile in a tangle of slaps, kicks, scratches and punches the two europeana rolled around their new arena without any of them getting the top position until one of Chelseas powerful kicks hit a nearby popcorn machine sending the mechanical thing on the floor, covering the messy fighters in a coat of popcorn.
"God dammit, I have'nt asked to be tared and feathered?", Fin complained as her hated rival finally managed to get the upper hand in the confusion by sending a sharp knee into Fins babymaker.
"Gaaah...", she moaned in agony as she was shoved down her opponent, clutching her hurting womanhood.
"Lowblowing, cheating slut...",she wimmered without even thinking on her own misdoings. In fact for Finella there were no misdoings. Chelsea had deserved insult and demeaning word and position she had got her in. She had asked for it. And now covered in slishie, popcorn and with Chelsea taking a kneeling position next to her she knew what would follow was... Pain.

"Agh, hey what are you doing... Let my hair go you bimbo I... KYAAAAAAAH!", a shrill scream turned through the room and through the microphones of the cameracrew, sending it into the arena and the world as Chelsea presses Finellas face into the sticky substance, mopping the floor with her face and getting her eyes a tasty sugarcoat...

[CaptainL]

As they rolled and brawled across the floor and through all the myriad substances that now covered it, Chelsea and Finella's bodies picked up a layer of sticky slime from the slushie machine, and when they rolled through the popcorn that had spilled over the floor, that too stuck fast to them, covering them in salt and kernels. However, Chelsea was long past the point of letting any of that slow her down. She didn't care how much she had to wade through in order to get her hands on Finella and grind her stupid face into the dirt, as long as it could happen!

As a matter of fact, that was her next move. As soon as she had Finella stunned, she was quick to roll the Hellraiser over before getting up on her knees. She took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving with each inhale and exhale, and she shook a few stray bits of popcorn from her hair. But then, she looked down at Finella, shooting her a piercing glare. Any insults Finella had for her fell on deaf ears. Chelsea could no longer care - as far as she was concerned, she was every bit the lowblowing, cheating slut Finella wanted her to be at this point, but against Finella, it was all deserved.

Grabbing the Wolf by her hair, Chelsea shoved her head straight down, grinding her face into the sugar and salt that lay all over the floor! 'uv a taste, wul ye? God knows ye want it, ye fat cow! Maybe whun we're through, ye can lick de place clean, like!" Chelsea knew that having the stuff in her eyes would ensure Finella was blinded and unable to fight back. But just for good measure, she proceeded to hoist her head up by the hair as well to slam her forehead against the floor!

With that done, Chelsea got to her feet, glaring down at Finella with a huff. She circled around behind her, where a devious idea began to bud in her brain. Reaching down to one of her opponent's fishnet stockings, she worked it down her thigh and off her leg - and then, coming back around to the front, she wrapped it around Finella's throat, giving it a sharp tug to lift her head from the floor! "Let's take de dog fe a corky and chalk, shall we?" If Finella didn't fight back, Chelsea was looking to haul her into the next room by force, proceeding out the door!

[RedShinigami]

"Grmmpfglg....mrrrpfh....gfrfglllhhh..."
It was humiliating and it was demeaning! This little, blonde bastard was above her and rubbed her face into the floor as if she had already won! And the worst things was, Finella was left as breathless and weak as Chelsea when they had finished their second catball. Rolling around was exhausting enough but the constant kicking, punching, scratching and biting really took its toll on her sore muscles, so the Hellraiser only could take what Chelsea dished out and it was plenty. A mixture of sugar and salt got pressed into her eyes, immediatly starting to burn as if someone had thrown acid into her eyesockets and the shrill scream of Finella echoed through the arena of LAW, something she knew Chelsea would have a big grin about. Everything hurt at this point. From the tip of her head down to her toes her whole body was a wound.

This was to be expected in a streetfight but this here was something else. Finella had fought many matches, some of them very brutal, but none of them, not one, were personal .The girls down in the underground hardly knew each other so there could'nt be much of animosity. But here at LAW, especially given that most of the women lived in the areas nearby and saw each other every day, there was a big chance of starting feuds, something LAW was notorious and beloved for. And now it was Chelseas and Finellas feud who got the attention and the personal aspect made this fight all the more exciting but also all the more brutal for the contestants. There was no holding back, no reconsidering...just pain and humiliation going hand in hand and nothing was to deep or too meanspirited. They wanted to destroy each other like the streetfighting barflies they were and lord have mercy on someone who would dare to part them now. Of course as it was a no DQ, no one did. As long as things did'nt REALLY gotten out of hand but for now everything was ok for LAW.

Fin was laying on the floor clutching her eyes and trying to get to see again as she felt Chelsea going for one of her fishnets. "Hey stop it, what are you..."
The answer came quick and hard as Chelseas wrapped the stocking around Finellas neck tight, choking her and then something followed that would haunt Finella for the rest of the match...without any way out or even the slightest way to fight back right now she was dragged by Chelsea...into the next area...like a fuckin dog on a leash. It seemed to everyone standig there, seeing Finella slushied and corned instead of tared and feathered, crawling on the floor after Chelsea who lead her, that the wolf was declawed and the Bunny had seemed to finally had overcome the ferocious predator. Pictures were made, the cameracrew sent the whole ordeal into the arena. And Finella could do nothing but squirm on the floor,wimpering in the humiliation...she had to take it. For now. But whatever may come, her revenge would be coming with all the wrath of a burning hell. But for now, Chelsea kicked open another door...

[CaptainL]

Between the overturned slushie machine and the spilled popcorn, the entire floor was covered in a fine mix of salt and sugar - both of which would be sure to hurt if it was rubbed anywhere sensitive. And, thanks to all the clawing and biting Chelsea and Finella had been doing to each other, they had enough welts and wounds to spare - nothing serious, of course, but enough to make sure it would sting. When the two girls were tangled with one another in a desperate bid to trade every little bit of pain they felt back on their rival, the adrenaline was well enough to keep Chelsea from feeling too much, and it wouldn't be enough to slow her down. She was sure the same would be true for her rival. But when she gained the upper hand on Finella, things would be a different story. She pressed Finella's head down against the floor, burying her face in the concoction, and rubbing it into not just her eyes, but the wound on her forehead as well! It all was sure to leave the Hellraiser in considerable pain - and the screams she ripped from Finella's throat as she subjected her to the torments were enough to make her cackle with glee.

She knew the pain would be enough to grind Finella's advances to a halt, and she grinned even wider as she got into position to take advantage of the break in the momentum, getting behind her and grabbing Finella's stocking to wind it around her throat. Once again, she would use their stockings to restrain Finella - and this time, it was to give her a sharp tug on the impromptu leash to drag her out the door, leading her around on all fours! Chelsea looked back over her shoulder at her handiwork, and her smile grew wider. Finella wasn't even fighting back. She had no choice but to comply with the Englishwoman's demands - if she didn't follow behind her, the leash would only tighten further around her throat, strangling her into obedience! She wasn't even trying to resist, or talking back. Chelsea began to well up with excitement at the thought of what this meant - her opponent had all but admitted defeat! All she was doing now was a victory lap, leading around her helpless captive to show to the world how she wouldn't let herself be conquered. And after all she'd been through to get to this point, she felt she'd earned one.

When she kicked open the door, Chelsea dragged Finella into a hallway beyond, standing tall with her chin pointed skyward as she dragged the unfortunate Wolf behind her. As the room narrowed, she decided to have a little fun with the arrangement, giving the leash a sharp tug one way and then the other to roll Finella into the walls. Then, though, she turned back to face her, settling her gaze on her with a smirk. "W's de matti, puppee? Gettin' wearified out, like? Perhaps ye need a break?" With one hand, balling her fist tighter around the fabric of the stocking, Chelsea pulled down harder on Finella's leash to lower her head to the ground. Meanwhile, she raised one leg and planted her foot against the back of her head, standing tall above her as she pressed her face into the floor! "'ere, go and rest yer 'ead a tick!"

[RedShinigami]

Finellas whole body stung and burned from the salt and sugar that pressed itself into every little cut and wound Chelsea had given her, making for some new additionts to here vast collection of scars around her body. Her eyes hurt and the wound on her had was on fire but what might stung and hurt the most was her pride as her biggest rival managed to make a show out of her in front of the cameras that showed this to LAW and the world... Chelsea Forster, the worthless, weak, piece of shit, Liverpool Bunny paraded the proud Hellraiser around like a lapdog, having her leashed with her own stocking and the worst thing was, Finella was unable to do anything right now without getting choked. She had to be careful, if Chelsea managed to get her unconcious then everything she had prepared for, everything she and Chris had planned and every minute she spent with her training,would be for nothing and everything that would remain was a smug brit who did'nt deserve to win. She deserved nothing! Chelsea deserved just hate and every bad thing happening to her.

They entered the hallway and Chelsea walked Fin around, her head high, a big fucking grin on her face as other wrestlers and staffmembers looked at them with awe, the cameracrew always behind them until Chelsea stopped before a door with the word "EMERGENCY EXIT" on it and shoved Finella to the floor with a yank on her leash.
"Gagh...", the Hellraiser coughed as Chelsea put her naked foot on top of her head, posing for the cameras.

This was the moment the Hellraiser snapped. No, there was enough fight in her to get this going. Chelsea wanted to play dirty...oh she could get dirty, more then that. With a scream she shoved herself upwards, bringing Chelseas out of balance as she brought the foot of the brit of her head. Then Finella took revenge for her hurting pussy by pushing forward and sending her arm between Chelseas legs with such force that the feet of the Liverpool Girl left the ground for a second, but this still was not enough! Finella grabbed for both sides of Chelseas slip and pulled it down, trying to get it of her but only managed to get it between her ankles. The crowd started to cheer, seeing the brit full on display for the first time.
Finella coughed. "Hm...looks almost clean down there. I thought the jungle waited for me...well anyway...", she said and ripped her stocking from her neck and pressing her feet into the ground and with a big jump she speared her now nude rival through the exit door and...out into the snow before the arena as both women landed in a pile of snow. For a second it was heaven, all their wounds got cleaned, the popcorn and the slushy was washed away and their aching bodies were soothed for a moment...that meant until Finella mounted Chelsea and sent a barage of hard punches into her.

"Fucking...stupid...cunt...I...knock...your...teeth...out...", she grunted, both looking like typical barbrawlers again as Finella sent fist after fist into Chelsea before getting an idea. She grabbed for the breasts of Chelsea whos nipples were rockard thanks to the cold and grinned as she positioned her thumb and indexfinger on the hard buds, looking down on her rival who seemed to have noticed what would follow.
"Alright...you want to play rough...lets get rough...let's see whats on the radio!", Finella grinned and twisted the nipples of her opponent with a sudden yank and all the power she could muster, for Chelsea it must feel as if she tried to rip them off her while all Finella did was enjoying it, havingt Chelsea naked under her and releasing the pressure only to twist them again...and again...and again...