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

[CaptainL]

Chelsea was determined to fight for as long as she could, with every ounce of energy she had in her even if her reserves were dwindling. She was pushing her body to new heights, going to lengths that she would never have dreamed of going a year ago. But in the time since then and now, Finella had came into her life and changed everything. She had given her only one goal, and one purpose, and that was proving that she wouldn't be cowed by her! She was willing to fight with all her might, even to her dying breath, to ensure that wouldn't happen!

...But even a berserk Chelsea Forster had her limits. The whirlwind of blows she'd both taken and dealt out had worn down her stamina, and now, as Finella pinned her down and shoved her breasts into her face, she barely had enough left to get out. She tried to snap back at Finella, but her voice was muffled - and when she was already panting in short gasps for air, it wouldn't take much more to push her over the edge. The twists and bucks of her hips began to slow gradually to a halt, until at last, Chelsea went still.

It was over. By all accounts, Finella had won the match. If the camera crew was around to capture this moment, they would have proof that Chelsea was knocked out. Her eyelids had gone heavy, and she laid limp against the seat. But with the two girls in the cramped quarters of the limousine, there was no one around to prove it. Finella had to go outside to get their attention...but that just gave Chelsea more time.

Inside the car, the blonde was lost in her own thoughts. Finella's words echoed in her ears - that it had been twice now; three times if one counted their confrontation at the Eagles' Nest; and she still couldn't best her. That she was better off staying in the indies, and that she was out of her league trying to carve out a place in a major promotion. That her losing streak was preceding her, and that it had already stained her reputation. All of this made Chelsea's teeth clenched as her body stirred. It was all her worst fears - everything she'd hoped wouldn't happen, and everything she wanted to prevent. She had gone into this match trying to reclaim her dignity, to take back some respect for who she was and what she could do. If Finella was right, she'd already earned a reputation - the exact sort of reputation that disgusted her to even think of. She wanted to prove it wrong...and even when she'd done her worst, even when it mattered most, she'd failed.

No. It couldn't end this way!

At that point, the desperation Chelsea felt was what pushed her to act. Her eyes blinked open in an instant as she shot herself back up straight, sitting up in the seat. At once, all of her energy came back to her, and she was gripped by a newfound strength. Now, she knew what she was up against. Now, she knew the price of losing. And now, she knew it couldn't happen!

The window to the roof of the car was still open, thanks to Finella's piledriver from earlier. Now, it would help Chelsea get the altitude she needed for the comeback she was after. She grabbed the edge of the window and lifted herself up onto the roof, where her eyes narrowed with a glare on Finella as the Hellraiser tried to explain things to the crew. She leaned in closer, her face going grave with sheer determination. She had her shot - she wasn't going to waste it.

Belting out a roar of rage, Chelsea flung herself off the roof of the crumpled wreckage of the car. She held her arms out wide as she closed in on Finella, prepared to slam her face-first into the ground with a splash!

[RedShinigami]

Finella would never admit it but she was done. When this here was finished, the camera crew showing the arena and the world that Chelsea Forster was beaten, she would fall unconcious. Finella barely could'nt stand anymore. Her body was bruised, bleeding from several smaller and bigger wounds and whatever happened to her right side could not have been good as even slightly touching it sent a pain through her system that almost made her scream. Whatever the Tommy did there...she did it good.

Finella exited the car in all her naked glory and raised one arm as she finally saw the cameracrew approaching. "Finally...what have you done? Went for some coffee?", she asked and shook her head. Finally it was over. Finally she could rest. This here, the most hard fought match of her career finally came to an end. Oh God, who would have thought that Chelsea was that determined? Another wrestler would have given up long ago but Chelsea was ready to put health and body on the line to get Finella down under her feet. Well, that at least was something the Hellraiser could respect, she would'n want to have it any other way but in the end, the best woman won. And it was Finella. How could someone possibly think otherwise? The bets were all in her favor, she was the favourite for most analysts and all in all most people did'nt believe that Chelsea, a midcard heel with more losses then victories could previal of the sensation that was the Hellraiser.

Finella grinned. As she always thought, the "rivalry" between them was nothing more then a joke. For a rivalry you had to be equal and they never were equal. The Hellraiser had proven, at the biggest stage in the world no less, that she was destined for greatness and that you better should not mess with her. Of course it was no easy victory but in the end, who would seriously thought that the March Hare would win? Finella smiled as she saw the men approaching, waving into the cam. "Wohooo! Chris! Come out, I made it! The bitch is down!", she grinned when suddenly the man with their cameras stopped their tracks and looked upward. "What? What? Want a close up? Should I pose with the bitch?", she grinned and turned around to walk to the car only to see the blonde woman jumping off the car, stretching out her limbs and splashing down on her, flattening Finella on the concrete of the parking space.

A scream ripped from the Hellraisers throat as she landed, sandwiched between the hard pavement and Chelseas body and when the weight of Chelsea pressed itself onto her body she heard a snap like the breaking of some twigs, her right side now in flames as she went down under Chelsea, the camerateam having filmed the daring move and the heap of women down to their feet now. It was'nt over...

George looked up the Titantron and suddenly a serious expression creeped over his painted face. He left Chris at ringside to get to them. To get to Chelsea, before they both did something very, very dumb out of poor desperation...

[CaptainL]

It should have ended there. Had the camera crew been a single second faster, Finella would surely have already won by now - she had Chelsea unconscious, and all she needed was the video evidence to prove it. But her insistence on showboating, and her insistence on dragging the crew out in the cold, had stalled things just long enough for Chelsea to come to her senses. She climbed out of the car and onto the roof, settling her eyes on Finella from her newfound vantage point, and her fists coiled at her sides and her teeth clenched as she prepared to launch her attack. She was lucky to have escaped from what seemed like near-certain defeat, but Chelsea couldn't afford any time to think on how fortunate she had been right now. She wanted only to ensure Finella got the comeuppance she had so deeply deserved for so long now, and her fury surpassed all else!

Taking off through the air, Chelsea's bare skin stood in stark contrast to the night sky as she lunged off of the roof, hurling herself straight toward her rival. She stretched out her body, her teeth clenching tighter the closer she came to crashing down on top of the Hellraiser, and all she could anticipate was the impact and how satisfying it would feel when she crumbled beneath her. And, at last, it came - with the sound of a crash, the two of them went down in a heap, collapsing once again into the snow. The cameramen scattered, getting out of the way to both ensure they got a good shot, and to stay out of range of the chaos that seemed sure to unfold.

However, Finella didn't make any move. She was too spent to fight back; even keeping herself upright was taking all of her focus. Chelsea, too, was wracked by the agony she and Finella had put each other through - her body was covered in bruises and scratches, everything felt numb, and as she forced herself back up she gasped and groaned, her chest and shoulders lurching with each breath she took. Even pushing herself up to her knees caused her to hiss in pain as her joints creaked and her body rattled, each motion awakening new aches she wasn't even sure she had previously. But, when she looked down and saw Finella flattened beneath her, she knew that all was worth it. As long as it meant she could claim victory once and for all over the Wolf, it would mean nothing was in vain!

The thought of being this close to the victory she had long yearned for was a tantalizing one for Chelsea. Her body quivered with anticipation, and it was what gave her the strength she needed to push through even the pain she endured. Gasping for air, she got her feet underneath her and pushed herself back up, then grabbed Finella by the head, tucking it underneath her arm as she tightened her bicep around her temples. Out here in the parking lot wouldn't do - if she was going to prove she had beaten Finella once and for all, she needed to do it in front of the biggest audience she could imagine, so that no one would think for even a moment it had gone any other way! She needed to hear their cheers, to see their celebrations, and to know that she had emerged victorious!

With each step Chelsea took, the strength was building back up in her. She got one foot under her, then the other, as she hauled her way back toward the arena, dragging the limp Finella along with her. As she looked up at the door, and the hallway beyond, her smile grew wider; every inch she traveled meant she was that much closer to having the victory she'd always wanted, in front of the audience she'd always deserved! She looked back at Finella, a wicked grin over her face as she spoke in between pants. "Heh...ye see that, Fin? Ye see..? This...is de end o' de line fe ye, heh..! I won! I won...and everyone wul see dat!!"

[RedShinigami]

The two lightweights had fought harder and more brutal then some of her middle or heavyweight counterparts and this was no surprise. Both Chelsea and Finella were wrestlers, but they also knew the streets, knew to fight with everything they got into their hands. Chelsea in Liverpool. Finella in Graz. They were'nt so different at all and this was going through everyones mind who watched these two. There just needed to be a decision. Everyone knew it and deep down Finella and Chelsea knew it too. They needed to end this. Whatever the cost maybe. And after that, maybe, just maybe, things could get better. But the pride and determination of both women stood in their way and for Chelsea there was much more on the plate then for Finella. Chelsea needed to prove herself, prove her worth, prove to be important and prove to be loved. She wanted to be better then who she was. And the fans slowly started to accept her, cheering and chanting her name as she entered the arena and got some good moves on Finella. For the Hellraiser it was all about spreading chaos and showing a bitch where her place was. If Finella would win this, it would'nt change a thing in her. She would go on as always, knowing that her ways won't have consequences. Nothing she did had consequences, as far as she saw it. Her whole life this demon raged inside of her and it was unstoppable. Well, almost. Her sister had the power to bring her down but she had betrayed her, now Chris Yukine was the only person who could talk some sense into the wild wolf but she was inside the arena, duking it out with George.

Finella screamed as her body was crushed under Chelseas, she felt the hot skin of the englishwoman against her body, as she was flattened. She should have won. She would have won! If they were faster...or was it her fault? Did she gave the victory away to showboat? Was she really that predictable? Whatever it was, she felt that Chelsea was hurting too and she knew that the decisive strike was about to go down. But not here, not outside where no one was around. Both women knew that they wanted to be back where the crowd could see them, where they could feel the arenalights, breath the air of arena.

"Fuck...you...". Chelsea got Finella up and wrapped her arm around her head in a strong headlock. Finellas side, where the big blue spot had been, was now swollen and black. Whatever had happened, must have been worse as she heard the crack when Chelsea landed. She still could breath so her lung did'nt get punctured. Still, at least part of her ribs had to be broken as the pain in her side was so agonizing that her body was close to shutdown. Only her will, her stubborn will not to lose made her going. They made good on their promise to destroy each other and they did everything to accomplish it. Finella heard Chelseas words, Chelsea who barely could breath herself. It would only take one last strong blow...one last strike and it would be over. They walked back through the hallways and now no one grinned or whispered anymore. Everyone looked at them with stern, pale expressions,seeing what these women could dish out and take.

Even the loser of this match would still have the reputation as tough lady on her resumee, but again, losing was no option, for both of them.
They almost had reached the arena as George came through the curtains.
"Chelsea!", he called, his face worried. "Love, aw you alrigh?", he asked and Finella used the sudden distraction to slip out under Chelseas arm and shove her against her manager.
She looked around and saw a long steelpipe sitting around. If she could manage... A grin spread over her tired face as she grabbed for it and lifted it up. "Alright you little cunt. This is what I think of your Queen and Country!", she grunted and let the pipe slam down with her last ounces of strength. The metallic object hit with a sickening sound and the crowd went silent when they saw what went down on the Titantron.
George gritted his teeth, the arms he had wrapped around Chelsea to protect her slowly got limp. Finella looked at what she had done in horror. The Mad Hatter had seen Finellas attempt of ending the match and had grabbed Chelsea into an embrace, turned around and got hit on his back and head. A trickle of blood ran down the side of his head, trickling on Chelseas cheek as the Cockney Flame looked down on her.
"You...awrigh?", he smiled and winked before he went limp in Chelseas arms.

Finella looked at the pipe in her hands and let if fall down with a digusted look. It was all between Chelsea and her, no one else had to suffer from their fights and now she had brutally beaten down George. A man that was irritating and had made fun of her for sure, but still. What she did to him was wrong, and no demon or no Hellraiser could make up for that. "George...Chelsea...I am..." Her eyes went wide in shock as she put one hand before her mouth. "I did'nt mean to..."

Spoiler

[CaptainL]

This was a street fight, which meant that falls counted anywhere. If Chelsea wanted to pin Finella here and now, no one would stop her - the referee and the camera crew were all present, and she knew that there was no way the Hellraiser could fight back in her current state. And yet, for Chelsea, that wasn't going to do it. For a match like this, one that was set to turn around everything that had held her back and slowed her down throughout her career around and kick her onto a path toward the glory she had always deserved, it wouldn't do it for her to pin Finella in front of an arena full of people watching a screen over their heads. No, that was too distant, too impersonal. Chelsea needed to finish this match off where it started, to end it on the right note before a sold-out arena cheering her name. She wanted to know she had triumphed! To do that, she would need to take her rival back inside - but that was something she was willing to do.

Even when she huffed and puffed for air, even when every footstep she set on the ground caused her to wince and ache as all the suffering she'd endured returned to her, Chelsea was willing to put herself through it. The reward on the other side - the knowledge she'd taken Finella down once and for all; the cheers and the adoration that she'd long been owed - would all make it worth it. Every muscle in her body might have been sore as she forced it to move, but the closer she got to the arena, the more her strength returned to her - she felt encouraged by what lay ahead; she could endure whatever it took to have it! Soon, the door was just ahead of her, and she could hear the roar of the fans cheering from beyond! She was almost there!

What she didn't expect was for George to suddenly step through the curtains, right in front of her. Chelsea skidded to a stop, at once thrust back into reality. "Jud? Wha' ay ye doin' 'ere?" she blurted out, blinking with confusion. As the inital shock wore off, Chelsea's eyes began to narrow in frustration - she knew that as long as she was dealing with George, she wasn't able to carry through on her long-overdue plans for Finella. He was holding her up! Glaring, her teeth tightened in a scowl as she reached out to push him aside. "Outi de way! I've got business 'ere!"

But it was already too late. Finella had already slipped free of Chelsea, and she had used that time her opponent was distracted to arm herself with the steel pipe. The Englishwoman didn't know what was happening when George pushed in closer and threw his arms around her, but as she felt him pull her in tight, she looked around to see the pipe swinging her way. An uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp came from Chelsea as she shut her eyes tight, going tense and bracing for the impact. A shudder ran through her body as she anticipated the moment the blow would land - but it never did. She heard a thud, and a loud clang, and she felt something heavy fall against her - but when she looked up, all she saw was George collapsing limply in her arms.

"...George?"

Chelsea's voice, in that moment, was a hushed whisper choked back by tears. Her eyes were wide in shock, and she stared down as his body slowly went heavy against her, his weight dragging him downward before he finally fell from her arms and landed against the floor.

For a few seconds, all was silent. Chelsea looked down at George, then up at Finella. She said nothing. She didn't even know what to think. And while she stood there, those few seconds were like an eternity, leaving her feeling like she was drifting lost in limbo.

Then, though, she remembered where she was. She remembered who she was standing in front of. She remembered what this all meant. Her hand balled into a fist, and she glowered at her with her teeth clenched. Everything around her was heating up. All she could see was a pulsating red, and Finella was right there in the middle of it. She was the reason they were here. She was the woman who gave her purpose, and that purpose was to see to her end. She had reminded her, now, that this wasn't over. That as long as Finella was still conscious, nothing would be enough. She had shown her that when she dragged George into it - George, one of the few people who had actually paid her any attention, who had cared about her, who had given her actual love and support. Finella had dared to take that away from her. She had already sealed her fate. No amount of apologies, or attempts to take things back, would save her now.

"EDELSTEIN!!!" Chelsea roared, throwing her head back and bellowing like a wild animal. She swung a fist straight toward Finella's face, attempting to knock her back with all her might!

[RedShinigami]

Finella Edelstein was in a bad place right now. Not even in her most grueling Deathmatches did she have such an opponent as Chelsea Forster. It seemed that the British Woman had finally fought through all her issues, all her questions. Thanks to some very special people standing by her side. Karl, her father figure and friend and of course, George. George who was Chelseas best friend, George who never questioned Chelsea and George who deeply and with all his heart, loved Chelsea.

This love and support had made Chelsea stronger then every training ever could even if she did'nt want to admit it. And George just wanted to be there for her and help her as best as he could. They invented the Mad Tea Party, spent countless weeks together planning their style and strategy and even the akward morning after a night of overwhelming feelings was forgotten. But not their feelings for each other. And now when Chelsea needed him the most he appeared and took the pain for her. He did'nt want her to go through the same torture again, being close and then denied.

With George struck down it seemed that the Hellraiser definetly was intent to take everything from Chelsea. Chelsea could'nt have a little thing. No dignitiy, no crowd acceptance, no victory and no love. George went limp in Chelseas arms and fell to the ground much to the shock of Finella who looked down at the unconcious manager.

She looked back to Chelsea, saw her tears, heard the choked calling for the pub owners name out of Chelseas mouth and suddenly she felt like shit. Literal shit. She did'nt wanted it to go this far, to get others involved and even hurt because she and Chelsea had issues.

But Chelsea took away any possible try of consolation as her eyes became fiery, her body got tense and with a scream that echoed through the hallways, through the mic of the cameracrew and through the arena, it seemed that Chelsea Forster finally was at the point of no return.

Finella knew that this was kill or be killed now and tried to get the first punch in but instead it was Chelsea who hammered Fins head with such force that the Hellraiser was flying backwards through the curtains of Gorilla Position and landed on the ramp, almost knocked out cold but still concious. "Chris! The tacks!", she screamed to her partner as she crawled away. Yes indeed, after all that was happening, Chelsea having issues and even fearing Finella sometimes it was now the wolf that was crawling down the ramp in fear a panicked look on her face.

She saw Chelsea in the corner of her eye and gulped. The Blonde could have changed into a Super Saiyan and still would'nt be more intimidating as she was now. The Hunter had become the hunted. The terror in the night that Fin had promised to be for the english woman now had taken a new shape. The monster that stalked Finellas sleepless, moonless nights had taken form and it is was a beaten, naked, ferocious woman walking up to her...

[CaptainL]

Chelsea would never have admitted to anyone that any feelings between herself and George were serious, or worthy of anyone's concern. She was never going to get emotional like that, she told herself. But this was different. At a time like this, when she had pushed herself to the brink, when she had fought so hard against her most hated of rivals, through all the tears, the pains, the ups and downs, she had clawed her way back to the top from a place where Finella had been so keen to prove to her that there was nothing she could take pride in. She was willing to put her body through unimaginable punishment, just to have a shot at setting the matter right between herself and the Hellraiser once and for all - and more than anything else, this match had proved that. And, for once, it was working. For the first time in practically ages, Chelsea felt as though her efforts were taking her somewhere - that she was about to make the triumph she'd always deserved! She could feel her spirits lifting and her heart beating faster. This would mean so much more to her than merely winning a match.

All of this meant that, as Chelsea dragged Finella with her on her way back toward the ring, her emotions were in a heightened state. And when she saw George cut down in front of her, all those emotions hit her like a speeding truck. Time itself slowed to a stop as she saw one of the few people she trusted and cared about, who had actually been willing to help her and support her through her turmoil, go crashing to the floor. In that moment, everything set into her head - how much she had always needed someone like George in her life, how much he had supported her like no one else could, and how Finella had just taken that away from her, just like she did with everything else. This time, it was a step too far. Chelsea had yielded too much ground already. She couldn't give her this!

When Chelsea looked back up at Finella, it was with the fiery glare of a wild animal - or, perhaps, a prey animal that had been pushed into a corner by the predator stalking it, and could go nowhere else but explosively outward. Finella had been keen to intimidate Chelsea into backing down before with eyes that seemed to glow with her conviction. This time, though, it was time for the Englishwoman to setle that gaze on Finella. As she stormed forward, her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce into Finella's soul. The Wolf tried to make excuses, to back down, to apologize, but Chelsea didn't hear a thing. All she heard was the blood rushing past her ears, and the voices in her head telling her to tear Finella apart!

Bellowing with rage, Chelsea slammed a fist into Finella's face, throwing her backward. She flopped onto the entrance ramp, and as the action returned to the stage, the crowd burst into cheers to see what was set to be an explosive conclusion play out in the flesh in front of them. Chelsea couldn't be held back - she threw herself down on top of Finella, raising her fist to pound it again and again into her rival's skull! She wouldn't be satisfied, it seemed, until Finella's head was a bloody pulp!

[GolemGuardian]

It took a bit for Chris to finally stop sneezing, damn that limey flame and his cane with as many tricks as there were chords on her guitar. But even so she still couldn't follow behind Finella to keep an eye on her, as George used and any every way to keep her from her sister. Tripping her up with the cane, another round of tasing, and even more of that sneezing powder. Eventually she did give up, joining the crowd of onlookers as they watched the Titantron. They were in awe of the action on screen, watching the two nearly naked women tear each other apart or cover each other in both bruises and whatever they could get in reach.

Normally some of the stuff would cause Chris to blush and turn away from the sight, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. All the sensual shit and how embarrassed she normally would be at the sight of it went to the back of her mind, overshadowed by the worry she felt for Fin. She had seen how badly Fin ended up after a fight in the Eagle's Nest, and that had been when someone had stopped them. There wasn't anyone like that here, and no one would until one of them finally fell. The rocker knew how tough Finella was, she did. She wouldn't have survived those horrible years alone if she wasn't. But Chelsea, even if she hadn't gone through that kind of trauma, was still a tough girl in her own right. And the horrific sight of these two women made Chris' stomach drop in fear, hoping the wolf would someone be able to at least walk after all this.

Before she knew it, George was back there with the two of them, shielding his one night stand as the Hellraiser brought down a pipe on his head. It was a sacrifice for the rabbit, that was clear as day. Yet the arena not only had gasped in shock as the manager fell limp and was knocked out while Finella froze up in regret, but also boos for the action. Some cheers mixed in whilst Chelsea seemed to break, filling the Hellraiser herself with absolute terror before the Brit came down on her sister with her fists.

Chris heard Fin's request, knowing immediately what she meant. The rocker went to the coffin that accompanied the Hellraiser's entrance and pulled put a guitar case. In it were a few items Fin decided to bring along, in case she found a time to use them. There was a bat, a few pairs of brass knuckles, and of course, as her tag partner asked for, a few bags filled to the brim with thumb tacks. Whilst Fin crawled away for her life, the flying half of Moonrock took all the bags they had and started dumping their sharp, pointy contents into the ring. She was going as fast as she could go, knowing how unlikely this Chelsea, reaching a new level of rage, was to let Finella be for too long.

Her fear was realized once she was finished and there was no spot left uncovered by tacks, seeing the limey pouncing on the Austrian and sending fist after fist into her face. With no George to interfere this time, Chris immediately leapt from the ring and sprinted towards the two as fast as her legs could carry her. "Get ofF OF HER!!!" She screamed when she was within range, aiming a dropkick straight for the blond's face to force the bitch off her sister. If it landed, she'd immediately kip up, glaring with all her fear and fury at the rabbit. The rock star would then start walking towards the Brit, taking shallow breaths. Chris wasn't done with that, and had a few more ideas in store for Chelsea while Finella got herself together again. But after one step, something, or rather someone, stopped her.

[RedShinigami]

Finella felt all the weight and pain of the world on her shoulders. Her whole body was a hot burning wound. The only thing she could feel was agonizing pain or dulling numbness. There was barely anything left in the Hellraiser. The example of toughness and energy had found its master and at this point, Chelsea only would had to blow and she would go down like a sack of potatoes. If the brit had pinned her on the spot then Chelsea already would had won. Both would had. But their pride and the brutal path that lead to this match did'nt allow this two women to just merely end this match at the parking spot with only the cameras and three guys around to witness them. To end this feud, to end this brutal, total war, it had to be a total defeat. The whole arena had to witness who would come out on top and both women would'nt have it any other way.

Finella groaned as she was pressed against Chelseas bruised breasts, getting walked backstage, the arm around her head feeling like a vice grip. Her muscles were sore, her joints hurt and everything in her screamed to let it be. Her body begged her to give up and safe what was to save. But this was'nt the life Finella Edelstein had. She was the Hellraiser. It was only domination and chaos or nothing. The best was just good enough. She would show the world who she was, she would show them all when she would present Chelseas unconcious body to the crowd, a warning to all the other girls in the company not to mess with her. She was strong, she was tough, she was the most badass bitch around here! And when she had won this match it only would confirm her more.

This was when George entered the picture. George, the ever smiling, quipping, flirting Pub Owner/Manager who was in love with Chelsea from the day he laid eyes on her. After seeing what was going down he just had to look for Chelsea, even if he promised to stay out of her way. And it turned out to be the right decision as Finella had gathered all her hate and strength to get out of Chelseas grasp. George eyes went wide and he stepped forward. The Eastender never was the heroic type or the guy who took on fights. He let other people fight while staying in the background, caring for the publicity, the paperwork, the presentation and the money. No one ever had seen him interfer in a fight like this. Usually he used his trusty cane to keep playing people at bay but now things were different. The Cockney Flame wrapped his arms around Chelsea and pulled her close, having seen the Wolf taking a pipe that leant on the wall. And suddenly all happened like in slow motion as the Londonder threw his friend around, still holding her tight, protecting her, shielding her. Then came the impact and George eyes went wide. The last thing he saw was Chelseas horrified face but even in his last remaining seconds of being concious he just cared about his love, asking her if she was alright before he dropped lifelessly into her arms.


As soon as Finellas rage, the burning rage she always had felt since she could think, hit its highmark she realized that it was not Chelsea she had struck. It was George. George who had made fun of her, who tased and blinded her and Chris. A soldier from other side but still someone she did'nt want to be in the crossfire. For Finella it was about Chelsea and her. She never would have went down to hurt Molly or George or other important people in Chelseas life. Because deep inside the Hellraiser was another Finella. A Finella who was quirky, cherry, who loved and cared. She just sometimes was lost in the rage of the demon inside her. And suddenly she had to think of her grandfather. Why now?

"Finella, why are you so angry, my dear?"
"I don't know! I told everyone I don't know!"
"You know the boy you have beaten uo today, he is in hospital."
"Grmpf..s-serves him right for calling my parents fags!"
"Does it? Because someone said a stupid thing that he maybe does'nt even mean makes it righteous to almost breaking his nose?"
"I did'nt mean too... Is he feeling better?"
"He will live but you really hurt him badly. Finella this has to stop."
"Oh, are you against ne now too? Like Papa and Papi?"
"Nobody is against you my dear, but your fathers really suffer under your behaviour. It is hard enough for them as it is with the people around them and your behaviour does'nt make it better you know?"
"I hate those people who are mean to them..."
"People always will be that way Finella."
"Then I beat them all up!"
"Ha, well good luck, you would have to beat up quite a bunch of people for that."
"I don't care I do it!"
"Finella, listen. I know that you don't mean it. I know that there is something more in you."
"I...I...there is like something in me that wants me to fight, grampa."
"I know. And I know that is hard to listen away from this demon but Finella, it is a part of you, you are not a part of it. Never forget this. You have the control to let this demon out, it has no power over Finella Edelstein."
"What... What if I am to weak to withstand it."
"Don't worry, there will always be someone around you to keep you safe."
"Promise?"
"Promise"


Why now, why here? Tears were running down Finella cheeks as she saw Chelseas helpless, shocked look she had as George went limp in her arms. What had she done? What the fuck had she done?! The Hellraiser looked at the pipe within her grasp with disgust and let it drop. "Chelsea, it was'nt supposed to happen. I never would hurt George, never I..."

A scream, mercilessly, full of wrath, anger, hate, pain and sadness escaped the mouth of the Brit. Finella never had seen Chelsea like this. She finally did it. Finally she had broken Chelsea and she felt nothing then remorse and shame. She wanted to feel on top, she wanted to be right, to feel alive. But she just felt numb as the rest of her body.

The fist connected with her face, a sickening crunch could be heard and blood splattered everywhere as Finella was thrown through the curtains and dropped on the ramp. She groaned and saw Chelsea approaching, snarling like a wild animal. Finella quickly retreated and everyone could see it. The Hellraiser fled the March Hare. Here at LAWs biggest stage and broadcast into the world, everyone saw it.

Finella reached the ring and called for a last drastic measure. She did'nt want Chris to get in on it but when Chelsea mounted her again a scream of terror escaped Finellas lips as fist after fist rained down on her. If Chris had'nt interfered then Finella was sure, nothing would have been left of her skull then bloody red pudding. Every punch from the englishwoman felt like a sledgehammer hit with full force into her face.

She barely stayed concious as Chris kicked Chelsea down from her, screaming in a rage of her own. "Ch-ris..." Her pseudosister had became very protective of Finella since she had found her beaten and broken after Chelseas and her first fight. She whimpered and reminded herself of her grandfathers words. There will be someone to help you. Finella managed to crack a small smile but when Chris was about to get rockin all over Chelseas body the wolf grabbed Chris ankle. "Chris...no.",she said and looked up to her friend. "This... Is between Chelsea and me. It always should have been.", she said regretfully thinking of George backstage. "We... Should'nt have... dragged...you...into...this...mess. I am sorry.", she said and used Chris to drag herself up. She looked down at her sister and smiled, hugged her tight and whispered: "It will be ok."

Then Finella walked over to the ring and climbed the apron, standing tall in the lights, casting a shadow on Chelsea.
"FORSTEEEEEEEEER!", she screamed and stretched out her arms. "HERE I AM! COME, LETS END THIS WHERE IT STARTED! LIKE IT ALWAYS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE!", she screamed. Yes, here it had started, the same ring, the same arena. Here they met in hate. And here it would end in hate. And maybe, just maybe, things could be different then. Finella Edelstein, Keeper of the Hellraiser, hoped so.

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Chelsea didn't see the tears pouring down Finella's face any more, nor did she hear the remorse that weighed on her words. There was only one thing she could focus on now, and it was a pure, burning, unconquerable hatred. It didn't matter to Chelsea if Finella had meant it or not - she couldn't even think that deeply. No, all that mattered now was that Finella had hurt her. She had hurt George, and in doing so, the war she waged against her felt so much bigger than just those events that had transpired between the two of them. She wasn't just hurting her body, not even just her pride any more - now, Finella had to take from her one of the few things in her life that made her feel wanted and appreciated. George was the only one who understood her; the only one who thought she could truly get somewhere other than getting in fights and drinking in bars. And now, he was lying on the floor senseless, all thanks to the Wolf. Did Finella know what he meant to her? Did she deliberately want to take that from her? Chelsea didn't know, and she didn't care. All she wanted was to make her suffer in return.

Throwing herself on top of Finella, Chelsea was acting on pure instinct. Nude, half-crazed, and snarling, she had entered a primal state of being, acting more like a wild animal than any sensible human being. But it wasn't hunger or thirst or the desire to mate that drove Chelsea - all she wanted was to beat Finella to a pulp, and every action she took was aimed at that singular purpose! She flung fist after fist toward the Hellraiser's face, knocking her head from side to side. The cheers she was getting as the action returned to the arena didn't even cross her mind. Everything was a distraction to her one purpose in life, and her mind had tuned all of those distractions out in the name of survival - a survival that could only come from Finella's destruction.

But because she was so consumed with her focus, Chelsea didn't notice Chris was sneaking up on her from behind. Everyone but herself and Finella had vanished from her thoughts; she barely even gave any concern to George any more. In her bloodlust she had forgotten that Chris was even here. But she was reminded soon enough, as she slammed both feet into Chelsea's face with a brutal dropkick!

Chelsea barely had time to realize what had hit her before her screams ripped through the air. Her head cracked to the side, throwing the ribbon from her hair and causing her tresses to fall loose around her shoulders as the last thing holding her ponytail, ravaged by Finella's claws, slipped away. Thrown by the momentum of the blow, she went flying backward from Finella before she finally fell to her back and went skidding a short distance across the floor, then tumbled over on her side. There she lay, crumpled in a heap. The shudders and twitches that went through her body gave the only sign she was even conscious still, and her chest rose and fell with gasps to hold the air in her lungs.

It could barely be heard under the roar of the crowd drowning it out, but those close enough to Chelsea could hear a low, pained whimpering coming from her as she curled inward and clutched her face. As she found herself shaken back to reality, this was a moment of weakness for her. She didn't even know what was going through her head. Sadness? Regret? Was she afraid of what she'd become, losing herself in such brutality toward Finella? Was the pain she'd endured simply been too great, and now it was all catching up to her? Chelsea wouldn't dare show this to the world. But now, she could barely help herself.

But there was one thing she heard that she couldn't ignore. Just then she heard Finella's voice calling to her, challenging her to get back in the ring - to finish this where it had started, once and for all! At once, Chelsea's thoughts went silent. She knew what she had to do. She and Finella had a history that went back long enough. Now, she had her chance to finish it. That wasn't something she could turn down!

All her strength returned to her, born from the desire to stand up to Finella for good. She suddenly shoved herself back into a seated position, staring up at Finella with a narrowed eye. Her fist clenched at her side, ready to meet its mark! Her voice was weary, but she spoke with purpose - she knew exactly what she wanted!

"That's...wha' ye want, 'uh?" Chelsea clenched her teeth, pounding a tightly-clenched fist into her open palm. "Dun...let's fookin' 'uv it!" To the sound of a burst of cheers, the Englishwoman shoved herself to her feet, plodding to the ring and rolling under the ropes. There, she straightened herself, shooting a withering glare straight into Finella's eyes. Her body might have been sore and bruised; the ravages of the match showed in her stitlted motions. But none of that mattered. Chelsea would do whatever it took!