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

[CaptainL]

Chelsea thought she had already won. Who could blame her, really? She had set out to humble Finella, and to prove to her and to the world that she could never reach her level - that she would always be beneath her, no matter how big she tried to talk herself up to being. Now, as she had her strangled with her own stocking and led around on all fours, unable to fight back, Chelsea was sure she had dealt her rival the ultimate humiliation. She was sure Finella's pride would be shattered, and all she would have left to do would be to cry out her submission as the Englishwoman paraded her around in triumph.

But Chelsea was wrong. It would take more than even that to bring Finella to her knees. If there was one thing the Wolf knew, it was that she could never surrender. She could never bow to anyone - and especially not Chelsea Forster! Just as Chelsea threw her head back with a laugh at Finella's expense, she suddenly felt her arm ram up between her legs, as hard as she could! At once, her eyes went wide, and she threw her head back with a shrill scream, her entire body convulsing from the impact. In an instant, everything had been turned around!

While Chelsea was stunned, Finella grabbed for her panties, pulling them down around her ankles. Unable to keep her balance, she let out a yelp before tipping backward and falling to the ground with a thud. For a second she groaned, working up enough will to fight back before rolling to her stomach and trying to crawl forward. With her panties around her ankles she could only go so far, but, as she gave her hips a twist from side to side, she was able to wriggle her way out of her panties before getting a hand underneath her and pushing herself back to her feet. Aside from the garter belt that clung tenaciously around her waist and the collar around her neck, Chelsea was naked. But none of that was going to stop her from finishing what she had started!

Now with her legs freed, she began to rise to her feet, turning back around to lock a piercing glare on her opponent. But before she could take so much as a step forward, Finella pounced, plowing into her at full speed - and throwing her backward through the door to take them out into the chill air outside! They landed in the snow, and at first all Chelsea could feel was the icy embrace of the wintery air outside her. Her body shuddered as she felt the snow all over her bare back, and even between her legs. It felt like her whole body was struck with pins and needles! But it was about to get even worse than that, as Finella began punching her wherever she could reach!

Every shot knocked Chelsea this way and that, causing her to sputter and groan. But it was also reminding her of just how much she hated Finella, and how much she wanted to see to her end. When she looked back up at the Hellraiser, it was with a wild-eyed scowl, her teeth clenched in an angry grimace. Suddenly, Chelsea couldn't feel the cold any more. The hatred she felt toward Finella, and the burning desire to punish her, was enough to keep her warm. As long as she could make her pay, nothing else mattered.

Chelsea began firing back at Finella with punches and slaps of her own, trying to match her blow for blow. But then, the Austrian grabbed onto her nipples and gave them a hard squeeze! An electric shock of pure pain went straight through Chelsea's body, and she threw her head back with a scream as her fists fell away at her sides and landed in the snow. Every milimeter Finella cranked on her nipples was an agony, and her teeth clenched and her eyes bulged with each passing second. She wanted to keep fighting, but the pain seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. But it couldn't be the end. Chelsea wasn't just hurting. She was growing furious, and that fury could only be quenched in Finella's blood.

Letting out a roar, Chelsea had had enough. She bucked upward with her hips, hoping to shake Finella off of her. If all went according to her plan, she would send her tumbling off and hurl her into a car just behind her - hopefully, her impact with the cold steel would knock her senseless!

[RedShinigami]

Finella Edelstein? Giving up just because of the biggest humiliation in her life? She only saw shadows, but she felt the tight embrace of her own stocking around her throat, threatening to choke her if she would'nt follow her rival who walked her around like a fucking brit would a bulldog. It was demeaning, humiliating and suddenly everything Finella had done to Chelsea got avenged like by heavenly karma, she heard the laughs, taunts and whispers of the other wrestler standing around, seeing the new sensation who was unbeaten in the ring, drove around the ring in her motorcycle, jugged a beer after another and being a legit badass with a body covered in scars, now walking on all fours like a "good girl", behind her most hated rival who already prounced around as if she was the winner. She even heard the other wrestlers congratulate Chelsea on her work, making her teeth grit. This should be the end? Walked around the backstage until she gave up? Was Chelsea this arrogant?

Finella decided to not have it anymore as she lashed forward and pulled her rivals feet of the ground ,sending her into the hard floor and then pulling down her panties, having the bitch naked now except for a garterbelt who really loved doings its job it seemed and her collar. Fin had her panties, even if they were stuffed up so high it looked like she was bareassed. Usually she wouldnt care but in a move of dominance and defiance she let her thumbs wander into the sides of her undies, presenting LAW with her still covered form and Chelsea who was on the floor, squirming around nude.
If the Hellraiser had been pissed in the arena, she was now unleashed, no pun intended, as she grabbed for her stocking and ripped it away, then when Chelsea came to her feet she speared her through the EXIT Door of the arena and out into the snow.

The cold sensation who soothed her body for a second soon turned to onethousand needles as both women landed in a heap of snow. Steam was coming up from their heated, sweaty bodies, making the snow melt and letting the two brawlers sinking deeper into it while fists where flying. "Why can't you just die?!", Finella growled as Chelsea still fought back even as the wolf sent her strongest punches into her. This had never happened! Had she...had she finally found her match? She did'nt want to believe it but when every punch she sent was equally answered, serious doubts had started to cloud the mind of the Hellraiser who always was assured to be on top of things, to be the toughest, meanest bitch out there. Now it seemed that this title she had given herself was on unsafe footing as the brawling continued and finally, after having enough of this she just grabbed for the naked breasts of her opponent. Usually Finella enjoyed groping other women and yes, the boobs of Chelsea were rather nice but she would'nt allow herself feeling anything then hate for her rival who was her mirrorimage in any meaning of the word, came it to their looks and to their strength.

Finella pulled, twisted and ripped as hard as she could , threating to tear out the sensitive buds off of Chelseas body. "GIVE UP! GIVE FUCKING UP OR RIP YOUR FUCKING TITS OUT!", she screamed like the foulmouthed streetfighter she was before getting sent into a car nearby, hitting her head.
"UNGH!" Her body went limp. She already felt like an open wound and the constant hits on her head did'nt make things better. But the only thing that made her go on was the fact that Chelsea did'nt fair better...
Finella shook her head, trying to force those two extra Chelseas away from her sight and attack the one in the middle again...

[CaptainL]

Before long - even with the snow beneath her, the cool air around her, and absolutely nothing in between - Chelsea could hardly feel a thing. At least, a thing besides all the punches Finella threw at her, and the dull aches that were left in her body even after the act. Lost in the frenzy of battle, all she could feel was her burning desire to see Finella crushed and defeated before her, and she would take any means necessary to do so - even if she needed to tear her limb from limb. The fervor she had worked herself into did well enough to warm her body and her spirit, and there was hardly any time to ponder the surroundings when she was beset with ruthless attacks on all sides - if she slowed down for a moment, she knew all too well the Hellraiser was going to use it against her!

"Why? WHY!? Why do ye THINK!?" she bellowed with rage. "Because if name isn't Chelsea Forsti, I'm not gon'ter go down unless I take ye down wi' me, ye mangy CUNT!" Chelsea spat in the direction of Finella's face to punctuate her exclaimation - but it seemed like that was a step too far for her rival, who latched onto her nipples and began twisting them hard!

Everything in Chelsea erupted with pain. She could no longer focus on fighting back - but even still, she didn't feel the cold. All she could feel was the stabbing sensation of pins and needles shooting through her body, as she began to twist and writhe. But then, each motion she made put more torque still on her breasts, adding to the pain she felt! The only recompense Chelsea could find would come from freeing herself, and for punishing Finella for even daring to oppose her. But soon enough, her bucking and thrashing was too much for Finella to withstand, and the Wolf was sent crashing into the car behind her!

Groaning under her breath, Chelsea began to rise to a seated position. She winced as she felt the throbbing pain in her nipples once again, and she reached down to take two handfuls of snow, rubbing them on her chest to dull the sensaton. "Fookin' 'ell," she muttered to herself. But as she got to her feet, she looked up to get a better impression of what she was dealing with. Finella's crash into the car had set off its alarm, causing the lights to flash on and off as an incessant beeping filled the air. In fact, in the glow of the headlights, Chelsea could see that Finella had crashed into a rather important-looking limousine. She raised her eyebrow briefly in confusion, but she couldn't ponder it for long. It didn't matter if it belonged to the Queen herself; Chelsea would turn it into the instrument of Finella's destruction!

The first thing she set out to do was to grab for Finella's panties and pull them around her ankles, rendering her equally naked save for her one remaining stocking. Chelsea knew how shameless she was - her little display at the start of the match had been proof enough - and she knew full well it wouldn't slow her down, but she wasn't out to humiliate Finella here. In a competition as pitched and as personal as this one, she refused to let her rival beat her out in any way for long, and she had to drag her down to her level. And more practically, by pulling her panties around her legs, she would keep Finella incapacitated as she raised her foot and delivered two hard stomps against her stomach before aiming another to her now-defenseless groin!

"Pity it isn't summer," Chelsea muttered to herself as she walked around to pop open the trunk, "because you're one dog I'd like ter see get left in de car, like!" Then, she scooped the hopefully-dazed Finella up from the ground, carrying her to the back of the limo before slamming her into the trunk as hard as she could. If that worked, she would proceed to slam the lid shut before hopping up on top of it. She would sit down on it to try and keep it shut, while at the same time lording over Finella on her impromptu throne!

[RedShinigami]

Finella had clawed at the smaller but also very sexy breasts of her opponent and sank her claws into it, pulling and ripping at one of a womans most sensitive parts, twisting and turning her nipples in different directions, pulling as hard as she could to send waves of agony through Chelseas body. There had'nt been any holdin back in the first place so every low move to just hurt one another was ok with those two hellcats duking it out in the snow that slowly felt as if thousands of needles were pressed into their bodies while they were in the heap of snow that slowly melted under their hot bodies. Finella grinned seeing the face of Chelsea who howled in pain at the undescribable jolts of pain that went through her body. "Hmmm...how do you like the treatment so far? Sorry that its not Georgies hands doing this, I bet you really go off at this if he would do it, huuuh?", she grinned, taunting her opponent before getting slammed into the car behind her.

This car, unbeknownst to both of them, was'nt just the very expensive limousine of some random higher up, but that was something both would find out very soon. Finella hit the side of the car and struck her head, groaning in the process. She tried to get her shit together and lash out on Chelsea again but she could'nt do anything right now as the englishwoman pulled at her undies and stripped them off of her,the only clothing remaining now was one stocking, her gloves and her leather neckband. She looked up to Chelsea and groaned, she needed a little more time, usually the Hellraiser was a bundle of destructive energy but now she was exhausted from this fight that took so much out of her. Both she and Chelsea were on even terms and it felt as if they would go on forever...but both knew that a decision would take place. They felt it in the weakness of their bodies, their soreness of their muscles, their hurting bones and ligaments. They really had torn each other limb from limb and maybe it was something that they needed to do. It was something that they both had to go through...for what reason, none of the women understood yet and they did'nt care...for now it was their duel and they would do anything to go out victorious.

FInella tried to fight back as suddenly the foot of Chelsea stomped into her already hurting midsection.
"Guagh...", Finella gulped and when the second stomp hit her midsection she was afraid to puke up her dinner only to get another stomp into her groin. Finellas mouth opened but no scream came out of it, her eyes popped open and the shocked look on her face told enough. Her head fell to her side and drool started to form at the corner of her lips, dripping down...oh how Chelsea had to enjoy this picture. The only sad thing was that the camera crew was nowhere to be found as they quickly had to prepare the cameras for the cold and snowy environment or else the expensive material would get damaged,something no one of the underpaid LAW workers could afford. For now it was Chelsea and Finella on their own, but they did'nt mind. For them it was a duel between them both after all, a battle of two demons in a vast region of hell, ripping at each others wings, sending their teeth and claws into one another and screaming warcries...

Chelsea got Finella up who only remained on her feet because Chelsea held her and to her utter humiliation she was scooped up again and brought to the trunk that Chelsea had opened. "I kill you...", she said weakly and when she was slammed into it with all the power the March Hare could muster she screamed, all the hard and metallic parts of the trunk, as big and comfortable as it was, struck into her body and made her squirm. She shot Chelsea a hateful look only to be locked into the trunk.
"Grrgh....GRGGGGGHHH! GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", she screamed and punched against the metal where Chelseas fine booty had taken its place. If it was'nt for several small wounds and her smeared and bloodied face, Chelsea almost would have looked rather sexy, sitting naked on the expensive car like on a throne, a true Queen among mortals.

But if someone had a trumpcard in her sleeve then it was the Hellraiser. They were'nt rivals for nothing, both always on their way to outwit one another and when Chelsea sat on the trunk, waiting for the camerateam to film this glorious moment of dominance and beauty the window on the roof of the car opened without and sound and the Hellraiser came out of it, gritting her teeth, her hair a mess, looking like the devil herself as she slowly approached the woman with something in her hand...
Finella had put off her last remaining stocking and crawled down behind Chelsea before appearing next to her ear.
"Miss me?", she whispered as cold as ice and suddenly the stocking wrapped itself around Chelseas throat like one of those things Bond Henchman used to get rid of the agent. Finella pressed hard and choked the englishwoman, kneeling behind her on the trunk before dragging her with her for some punishment of her own.

She got Chelsea on the top of the car and crawled on top of her, her body on Chelsea, their breasts pressing together, it almost looked sensual and the crowd surely would have appreciated the picture if the camera crew had been ready yet,but it was'nt sensual. It was a brawl and Finella thought about one of her favourite movies "They Live", where Rowdy Roddy Piper and Keith David had a memorable fight in an alleyway and from this she took inspiration as she managed to her knee between Chelseas legs.
"Chelsea Forster huh? Well, I am Finella Edelstein, I had to take of my clothes for killers, serial rapists and other scum..."
One knee was sent into Chelseas womanhood.
"I had to fear for my life, every day and night for the last six years..."
Another sharp kick between Chelseas legs, Finella felt the body of the blonde tensing and shivering under her but did'nt relent, holding Chelsea down, cheek to cheek, whispering in her ear.
"All of this while you whined about losing against three japanese idiots!"
Another strike.
"You are a disgrace for us european wrestlers. And you are a disgrace for your country. You are nothing but a loser and the next time you pick up a feud with someone..."
Another strike.
Finella got up and grabbed for Chelseas hair, pulled her up and scooped her into a piledriver postion.
"TAKE SOMEONE WHO IS AS WEAK AS YOU!", Finella screamed and piledrived Chelsea inside the car trough the open window on the back of the car.

The Wolf had landed on her knees, looking inside and grinned. "I had time to put on the heater...hope its cozy...if not...I coming right for a little snuggle!", she grinned and entered herself, landing next to Chelseas body...

[CaptainL]

Chelsea already knew that she would accept nothing less than Finella's complete and utter destruction. That had been brewing ever since before this match even began, and from the moment she went into it she knew that she would only walk away from the match if it was when she was standing over the Hellraiser's bruised, battered, and unconscious body. But the pain Finella was inflicting upon her wasn't doing much in her favor - and neither were her snipes at Chelsea's expense. Even when she was convulsing in pain, her eyes squeezed tightly shut to prevent tears from flowing, Chelsea still heard Finella's comment about George, and it made her teeth clench in a snarl as her fingers curled into claws. What she'd already done was bad enough, but she couldn't forgive her for insinuating the two would actually be something! "Shut...up...ye stupid wanker-!! I would not, and that's final-!"

But, at the least, Chelsea would have her vindication soon enough - she bucked Finella off of her, ramming her hard into the limousine behind them! As she straightened herself to her feet, shaking snow off her back and looking down at the Wolf's crumpled form, she grinned wider. It didn't matter all the bruises she'd received, or how many times Finella had tried to show her up, or even that she'd dragged her outside naked in the middle of winter. Everything, she knew, had been building up to this, and finally, she could know her success.

After a few more stomps against Finella's form to seal the deal, Chelsea hauled the dark-haired girl up, slamming her down into the trunk of the car before hopping on top of it. With a triumphant grin, she leaned back, crossing her legs and planting her palms behind her like an old-school pinup girl. There was no way Finella was going to escape from this, she was sure. The chill didn't bother her; even with her sitting bare-hipped on the cold metal, she knew it meant having Finella at her mercy. Once the cameramen showed up, she was ready to greet them with her long-awaited victory, and she wanted it to leave no doubts who had emerged from their feud in the lead. She could feel the pounding of Finella's fists against the lid beneath her, but she gave it no heed - sooner or later, she would either run out of air, or have no choice but to signal her surrender.

So confident was Chelsea that her victory was imminent, in fact, that the Englishwoman didn't even anticipate that her rival was about to hit her with a sneak attack. Not until she suddenly felt a stocking wrap around her throat, causing her to sputter and gasp! Her eyes opened wide in shock, and at the last minute she tried to grab at the fishnets squeezing her neck with both hands to tear it off, but it was already too late. Finella had pulled her down, peppering Chelsea with punches and kicks. The impact of her fists left dents in the car's roof, and Chelsea's hips and back bucked with each time they hit their mark, leaving the blonde coughing. She reached up to try and grab onto Finella's arms, one eye squeezed shut while the other bulged; her nails dug as deeply as she could into her foe's skin to make sure their embrace was especially painful. But it wasn't Finella's punches that hurt Chelsea the most - it was her words. The more she spoke, the more the Englishwoman's grip began to relax, as her allegations set in. They were everything that Chelsea didn't want to believe. That she was weak. That she couldn't hope to compete with Finella. That her career had already become a joke years ago, when she'd failed to defeat the Carnival Girls. All of it dug deep into her soul - and it all left her open as Finella grabbed her hair and pulled her into place for a piledriver!

Chelsea gasped as she suddenly found herself swept into the air, kicking her legs, but she had no time with which to save herself. The next thing she knew, Finella had driven her straight down through the open window! She cried out in terror as she plummeted through the air, only for her voice to be cut short as she landed with a thud on the seat below. There, she sank lower against the seat, groaning under her breath. The fall had knocked her into a daze, and everything around her felt like it was spinning!

[RedShinigami]

The camerateam could'nt have arrived at a better time. While Chelsea was sitting on the trunk, posing like pin up girl, waiting for Finella to finally submit, the Hellraiser slammed her fists against the trunk, having herself driven into a rage, knowing that this limey bitch sat above her with a smug grin, probably posing for the cameracrew and the crowd in the arena and around the world, making her look like a fool. Oh,no, even Finella hurt, even her head was spinning, there was still fight in her and so, with a powerful kick she managed slam the backseat of the car forward so she could escape.

The Hellraiser just took a second to admire the fine piece of vehicle they had chosen for the next part of their match and as she felt the goosebumps on her body she quickly looked into the drivers cabin and started, what she hoped where the heaters of this car as she turned back and got the window on top of the car open, sticking her head out slowly to see if the air was clean. And indeed as she thought the cameras were rolling again and Miss blonde Bimbo had nothing better to do then posing, oh well, Finella quickly slipped out of her last stocking and used it as a weapon to choke her opponent long enough to weaken her for her next attack.

With a scream she wrapped the thin piece of fabric around the neck of her rival and tugged hard on it, their naked breasts jiggling in the process as Finella used the impromptu strangling weapon to get Chelsea on the roof. After that she put her rival into an embrace of agony, shooting knees, fists and words in her direction that would weaken the Scouser on the in and outside, that much was for sure. But the cherry on top was the piledriver that Finella was doing on Chelsea, looking down to the cameras she threw up some devilhorns. "HEY CHRIS LOOOOOOK!", she grinned and lifted her rival up, Chelseas breasts bouncing up and down and her naked body on good display.
"You know, you seem a little stressed out dear...maybe you should sit DOWN!", she quipped and performed a pitch perfect Tombstone Piledriver, letting go of Chelseas body in the right moment and throw her through the open window of the car.
She wiped some sweat away and chuckled. "Ready or not, here...I...coooooome!", Finella grinned and hopped into the car, following Chelsea and leaving the cameracrew guessing and freezing again.

Inside she saw Chelsea in a more then uncomfortable position, upside down and with glazed over eyes. She nodded to herself and went for the minibar. "What? No beer, what a fucking barbarian drives this thing...well, the champagne must do...", she said and put out an expensive bottle of the finest champange on the market, not that Finella knew, Moni knew about this stuff, she just drank it.
"Here we are again Chels...you beaten up and I am relaxing. Man, this is hardly a match with how often you land on the mat...or on the seat.", the Hellraiser taunted, sat back into one of the seats, opened the bottle with her teeth and spat the cork away and too add to Chelseas humiliation she stretched out her legs, using the hurting body of Chelsea in front of her as some sort of ottoman to rest her feet. "Ooooh...man this is good.", she grinned and took a long swig out of the champagne bottle while humming a song. "You should try it Chels, its delicious...", she said and started to laugh, demeaning her opponent and rival once again.

[CaptainL]

When the camera crew arrived, Chelsea's grin only grew wider across her face. This? This was perfect. Now they had the perfect view of what was to be the greatest and most long-awaited victory in the Englishwoman's career, as she posed proudly atop the back of the limousine. By the time the reports got out, seeing Chelsea astride the car and her rival trapped in the trunk, the image would be unforgettable. No one could deny who had emerged victorious from their confrontation, and Finella could never feel superior again.

At least, so she thought. Chelsea thought she had won, but for Finella, this match was far from over! She didn't even notice the Hellraiser sneaking up behind her, ready with her stocking to snag her by the throat, until it was already wrapped tightly around her airway and leaving her sputtering and gagging for air. She kicked her legs wildly, grabbing for the stocking to try and pull it off of her, but it was no use! She was at Finella's mercy - and of course, Finella just had to use this as yet another excuse to showboat for the crowd, making a spectacle out of her rival's defeat. It made Chelsea clench her teeth in rage, hissing under her breath as her muscles grew stiff. She had had enough of this from Finella, even before this match began, and she wanted to put a stop to it! Out of the corner of her eye, she fixed a baleful glare on the Austrian, and she wanted nothing more than to pull herself free and see to her destruction!

But Finella would sooner die before she let Chelsea get away with that. That much was clear, as she hurled the blonde down through the open window! Chelsea let out a scream as she found herself free-falling through the air, crash-landing onto her head and shoulders against the plush leather seats before she slowly slumped off to collapse in a heap below. She was bent over in half, her shoulders down and her legs in the air above her. If anyone in this match cared about pinfalls, she would surely be counted out by now. But Finella couldn't afford her the mercy of getting off so easily! As she followed herself in to help herself to the champagne, it was her turn to strike a pose over her opponent's battered form, propping her feet up on the folded-over Chelsea as she could do little more than groan and occasionally twitch.

Little by little, though, Chelsea was beginning to come to her senses. She began to twitch, first with her lower eyelid, then with her leg. The will to fight was coming back to her - and soon, she stirred herself to discover she was upside down, with Finella already celebrating what she was sure was her victory! Chelsea was incensed by her gall, and she clenched her teeth and snorted a gout of hot air through her nostrils as her fists balled tighter at her sides. She might have let Finella mock her before, but she wasn't going to do it again - and certainly not so soon after!

"Dat's enuff o' dat, Tray Tunstall!" Chelsea barked, kicking up her legs to try and shake Finella's feet off of her. "I'm through wi' this - and I'd say me tn's far overdue!" As soon as she had righted herself, she would grab for the Wolf's leg, going to pull it closer - and, if she succeeded, to bite down hard on it! Hopefully, that would daze Finella long enough for Chelsea to climb up on the seat, where she would grab at her rival's hair, going to slam her head against the seat behind her!

[RedShinigami]

If this fight had been about usual pins then Finella would have been beaten a long time ago. Both women just refused to let it end this way. "Ganz oder gar nicht", as the saying was in Austria, meaning "Either the whole thing or nothing". And the whole thing, with cream and cherry on top was having the beaten, bruised and bloodied unconcious body of their opponents to their feet while raising their arms in victory like a primal battle, warrior vs warrior. Finella and Chelsea had did a lot to each other in the course of this battle and the aching snow did'nt made things better, rather making them realize where they hurt. Which for Finella, was her whole damn body. Whatever Chelsea had done in her training or whatever she was up to, this was not the Chelsea she had fought in the Capture the Flag match, even if they had lashed out at each other there too. This Chelsea here was much, much stronger and much more determined to get to her goal. And for Chelsea there was more at stake then for Finella. Chelsea wanted people to forget what went down in We are LAW 3 and to cement her superiority about her big rival who had made a joke out of her person and her career until now.

Finella landed in the cushioned seats and grinned at the bent, broken and groaning form of Chelsea, laying her hurting feet on top of her, smiling as she leant back, grabbed the champange bottle and too a big swig out of it. "Aaaaah...thats life, is'nt it. Not even Harmonia has such a fancy fucking car...I wonder...gaaaaaaaaaah!", she suddenly screamed as Chelsea came back to her senses and slammed her teeth into the soft flesh of Finellas leg. "AH! You fucking caveman!", she screamed and tried to pull away, feeling Chelseas teeth as if they were sharpened. The Wolf and the Bunny really did'nt mess around. This was a fight eye to eye, teeth to teeth. Finally the brit let go and Finella grabbed her burning leg, clenching her teeth as she hissed. "Oh...GOD! You fucking, little cunt...", she groaned and rubbed the red bruise where the teethmarks of Chelsea still could be seen. "Biting me with your crooked, dirty brit teeth who have'nt seen a dentist in like tent years, gosh when I get tetanus I sue you!", she groaned, still able to quip before the blonde grabbed her hair and slammed her against the seat.

"Augh...you bitch just don't know when it's enough, huh?", she grunted and grabbed for Chelseas hair too as both of them started to brawl around the car, pulling their hair, slapping, kicking and rolling over the seats. "Ugh...you little...lets see how you like that!", Finella grunted and grabbed Chelseas hand before biting with all her jaws had into it. "Hehehe, hurts doesn't it!", she said and sent a fist into Chelsea face that made her fall back right onto the handbrake of the car that gave in and suddenly the two of them felt the car starting to move...
"Oh shit!", Finella screamed and jumped forward, trying to get into the drivers seat but it was too late, the car with both of them rolled on, got fast really quick on the icey parking lot and Finella wrapped her arms around Chelsea, screaming as the car headed for a brickwall.

Both girls screamed in unision and when the car hit, destroying the front of it completly, both women where thrown around in the inside of the car, Finella having the lucky position to be on top of Chelsea who was now under her on the backseat.
"Alright...thats more like it.",she grinned and quickly pinned the blondes wrists over her head before pressing her generous bust all over Chelseas face, intent of ending this match with something, Chelsea always envied.
"Shhh...everythings fine, when you wake up the whole nightmare is over, little bunny.", the wolf taunted and used her whole bodyweight and the fact that both girls where still dizzy from the impact to her advantage.

[CaptainL]

Finella wasn't the only one who had taken a beating over the course of this match. Chelsea had taken all manner of offense from the Austrian, from punches and kicks to hairpulls to blows to the head, up to and including being put through a table. Whenever she stopped to consider what she'd gotten herself into, she could feel those aches and pains go through her ravaged body, covered in bruises, blood, and claw marks, once again. If anyone else was in her place - not even that, if it were her in any other match - she wouldn't have lasted nearly as long as Chelsea had now; there was no reasonable way anyone could put themselves through this much pain. But there was something different about this match - and about Finella. Chelsea hated her like no one else on this earth, and she wanted nothing more than to see her suffer. Whatever happened to her, and whatever they put each other through, would all be worth it for the promise of having the last say in the matter, once and for all.

To Chelsea, the worst of it wasn't being battered around by Finella's blows, or the aches she was left with as a result. No, as far as Chelsea was concerned, the bruise that stung most was that to her honor and dignity, as Harmonia propped her feet up on her as though she was little more than furniture in the midst of her triumph! The Englishwoman fumed with the thought of being humbled in such a way - but she would soon pay her rival back for what she'd done, as she grabbed her by the leg to sink her teeth into her flesh! At once, a jolt ran through Finella's body as she pulled away from Chelsea, who spat the bad taste out of her mouth. "Pssht! Vile! Ye should consider bathin' once inna while, it might do ye good!"

With that, she climbed up onto the seat, slamming Finella's head against the back. The Wolf reeled from the blow, but before long she grabbed for Chelsea again, and they were off brawling through the inside of the limousine. Back in the arena, the fans could only watch as the car rocked from side to side, shaken by the chaos going on behind its closed doors. But inside, Chelsea and Finella were frantically punching and clawing at whatever they could find, groaning and cursing one another at every turn. No part of their bared skin was off limits, and they spared little a care to squeezing breasts, raking backs, and kneeing groins - but none of it slowed them down, even as they tumbled over into the front seat. What did catch Chelsea's attention was when Finella grabbed her by the wrist and bit down into her hand, causing her to throw her head back and bellow in pain! "GAAAH! Dat rags, ye wanker-!" she roared, using her good hand to try and push Finella away. But it was no use - in fact, it was Finella who shot back at Chelsea, knocking her backward, and bumping over the brake in the process as she flopped into the driver's seat.

As the car began to lurch beneath them, Chelsea froze. She looked up at Finella with wide eyes, and for the first time in this match, she felt herself stricken by fear. Getting even with Finella no longer seemed to matter - she would just be thankful if she could make it out of this match without getting herself killed! "Now you've done it!" Chelsea spat, feeling the car pick up speed beneath her. It was going faster and faster, and for perhaps the one time in her life she'd be willing to do so, she jumped into Finella's arms, hugging her tightly to brace herself as the car came crashing into the wall - and the two of them were hurled backward, tumbling into the back seat.

Even after the dust had cleared, Chelsea was still shaken, gasping for air. She didn't realize that Finella was getting on top of her, until she heard her muffled voice - and looked up to find her vision blocked beneath the hot, stifling prison that was the Hellraiser's bosom! Her cries growing increasingly frantic, Chelsea twisted and turned and bucked her hips, fighting to shake Finella off of her. But it was no use - she was solidly held down, her fatigued body unable to break the pin, and the world around her was growing increasingly dim and fuzzy...

[RedShinigami]

Finella screamed and hissed while both women brawled around the car, squeezing their breasts, scratching their backs and kneeling their groins. Finella did'nt feel anything down her waist anymore. There was just too much abuse. Her whole scared body was covered in new bruises and small wounds and she started sweating profusely. This fight took everything from her. And honestly, she was surprised. She did'nt think that someone was as crazy enough as her to put her body on the line like this. Usually the fight would have been over long ago, with one wrestler giving out, knowing that it was'nt worth it to ruin each others bodies for their sport.

But Chelsea and Finella could'nt stop. They could'nt allow themselves to stop. This was a matter of pride and the stakes were high. Too much had happened between them and neither Chelsea nor Fin could say that they did fairplay. It seemed like World War 1 all over again. It started rather harmless and suddenly for every thing the other did the other one came with something bigger and deadlier, intent to end the conflict. What everyone could agree on at least was that both of them behaved as stupid as their countries did at that time so the allegory was not far of. But instead of sending millions of young men to die they at least let it out on their own bodies and Finella was already in serious trouble. Whatever happened to her ribs could'nt be good as it hurt like hell, the bruise now almost black and everytime she draw a breath of air she clenched her teeth a stinging pain went through her system.

Chelsea and her catfighted through car until Finella finally managed to get the blonde girl under her on the backseat and immediatly mounted her. "Shhhh...", she said and tried to lay down on top of her opponent with her full bodyweight, her breasts ingulfing the face of the blonde brit and her hands grabbing her wrists, keeping her from attack as she slowly but surely smothered her rival into a humiliating loss. "Hehehe...seems that Chelsea Forster came, saw and failed again...Like really, your second time around this time and you still could'nt do it. Maybe you should pack and go home to england, maybe in some of your indie leagues you can job to some better girls. Because with your losing streak here you are nothing more. Yes, I talked with some of the other girls and they just think you are a bigmouthed midcard jobber girl with no value. This was your chance for greatness Chelsea. And you blew it. But then again, you never believed that you had a serious chance against me, did'nt you?", the Hellraiser spat poison and bile into the ear of her rival when she finally felt the movements of Chelsea coming to a halt.
"Phew...and that settles that. Finella Edelstein, Hellraiser, Winner in her first PPV.", she grinned and got away from Chelsea who was now unconcious.

She groaned as she tried to get up and immediatly fell down, clutching her hurting side. "Goddamn it you bitch.", she whispered through clenched teeth and then reached for the cardoors.
"Guys? Hey Guys! Where are you! We are finished here!",she said and looked around. "Guys?"

The Hellraiser exited the car and looked around when she saw that the camera crew was standing in the door they both had kicked in to warm themselves. "JA KRUZIFIXN NU AMOI!", she screamed in loudest austro german. "Woits's es mi vaoschn? Her mit eich es Scheißheisln! Hurarei, vafluchte!", she shouted and the cameracrew did'nt understand a word but at least they could see that the only person exiting the car was Finella Edelstein so something must have happened. They packed the mics and the camera and went on, costing Finella some time. If they had been present then the Hellraiser would have already won...but now things could turn around again...maybe for the last time.