An Impossible Invasion! Chelsea Loski v. The Impossible [D...?]

[FreestylePoet]

"Awright!" The Impossible cheered as she planted Chelsea's head into the canvas. She was enjoying herself way too much for wrestling some contractless wannabe while wearing hiked-up spandex. Not that anyone would've noticed. They were too busy cheering themselves! Because that's what folks always did when the Impossible was around: They clapped and cheered and hooted and hollered as she stole whatever she pleased right out from under their noses.

This time, she had her eyes on the hearts of the crowd. They were in her grasp now, and what kind of a gentlewoman thief would pass that up? The Impossible used her momentum to keep rolling backward after the suplex, cartwheeling over to the ropes. She hopped up on the middle one, flashing peace signs to the crowd and receiving flashes of phones and cameras and tee-shirts alike. "Hai hai Tokyoooooo!" she screamed. "Are ya havin' a good time?"

After cupping her ears to bask in the crowd's adulation, she gave the world a thumbs up. Then with a "wooooohoo!" she leapt from the ropes, firing off finger guns as she flipped towards Chelsea for a moonsault!

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea had been knocked around but with the thief's focus on stealing the crowd's attention she kept leaving things behind. While she was laid out, her numbness from the drop started to fade as the crowd picked up due to Impossibles showboating. a few cartwheels towards the corner to show off got the fans appreciating her a little more and put her right where she seemed to want to go. Chelsea started to stir more even with the pain she was fighting while Impossible started to climb up the ropes, if she had jumped then she might have landed, instead she was back to stealing hearts. listening to the cheers and encouraging more took up too much time, and angered Chelsea who didn't like being upstaged that when she finally did jump Chelsea was ready to move out of the way of the moonsault before she fell upon her.

When the thief went splat Chelsea would push off her hands and do a hand stand to fall back and land on her feet to get up in her own way. "Hey LAW! Want to see something fly?" Chelsea said, hearing the fans approve after some of them let out some loud ooohs when Impossible missed. Chelsea would take those as a yes and move through the ropes to be on the ring apron. Waiting for Impossible to get up so that she could jump at her with a springboard and fly towards her target, if all went well she would land on her shoulders and drop her with a hurricanrana. Rolling back and catching herself with her hands so she could pop up once she was done to give the fans something else to cheer about.

[FreestylePoet]

The Impossible flew through the air, her legs tracing a wide arc as she flipped gracefully towards her grounded foe. It was going to be a coup-de-grace, a fashionable entrance, a masterpiece of a move that would send the hearts of every LAW fan into a flutter!

...That is, until Chelsea rolled out of the way, sending the Impossible tumbling to the ground unceremoniously! "Oof-!" She hit the canvas face-first with a thud, the rest of her following soon after. Going splat, it turned out, earned just as much of a reaction as her moonsault would have -- only this time, the tittering was directed at her, not with her. That was something the Impossible couldn't abide. She was the thief here, so why was Chelsea stealing the show?!

A question to be answered once the Impossible got rid of the grueling aches in her body, to be sure. Distantly, she heard Chelsea take her turn playing to the crowd, who absolutely ate the uncontracted cutie's words up. "Ugh..." the Impossible groaned, rising to one knee and rubbing her jaw. "Awright, Chels, you've had your fun. Now it's time ta- WHOA!" When the thief opened her eyes, Chelsea was leaping right at her! Chelsea's legs wrapped around her neck, and momentum did the rest: The Impossible was swiftly dropped to the mat once more with a springboard hurricanrana!

"Guh..." She looked up at the stage lights with dazed eyes, the crowd's cheers seeming miles away in her head.

[Fairy Dragon]

The thief would end up needing more if she wanted to steal the hearts of the crowd, and the attention that was rightfully hers. Chelsea could be a little daredevil when the situation called for it, it was one thing people knew her for before she came here. She wrestled just a tad safer now but was able to do something impressive now and again like her springboard hurricanrana which threw Impossible around like a ragdoll to the floor while the crowd gave her a loud ovation. Chelsea would take her bow before she turned back to the thief on the floor, still trying to count the light bulbs in the ceiling.

"I haven't finished having fun. I have so much to do before the big show ends." Chelsea said, understanding the need to give the people what they wanted. They didn't care which one of them won, not yet at least. Chelsea had to stand out to take their hearts and make them see her as the hero of this match. She would go low, waiting for Impossible to get back up so she could run at her and leap in to take her down with a spinning neckbreaker back to the mat.

[FreestylePoet]

Audience support was hardly dependable, especially in this unexpected match between an uncontracted wrestler and a criminal ring invader. Surely some in the crowd were hardcore Impossi-Fans or otherwise fans of Chelsea. Others were genuinely fickle, each woman's impressive performance making it difficult to pick a rooting interest. But many in the audience were just popping because they were watching a pro wrestling version of Cirque du Soleil, largely uncaring who ended up winning the match!

Whatever the case, the room was firmly behind Chelsea now. The cute disposition, the showman's flair, the daring way in which she worked to apprehend the famous gentlewoman thief. Not to mention the fact that she was currently the one on top. It all brought more and more of the crowd to her side, a fact that surely put wind in Chelsea's sails as she pressed her advantage!

Once more the Impossible tried to rise. And once more she was brought right back down, this time by an acrobatic spinning neckbreaker! "Gakhh-!" The thief let out a choked cry of pain as the attack cranked at her throat. After the hard collision, she rolled onto her arms and knees, seeking to regain her bearings but granting Chelsea more time to push the advantage...

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea's spinning neckbreaker had surprised the thief and sent her right back to the mat where Chelsea could go back to keeping the crowd latched onto her. The unemployed redhead had been hungry for the fans undivided attention and was once again keen on keeping it until the match ended. Instead of getting back to her feet Chelsea would jump back up to make her rise look more spectacular. "Looks like I have the thief on the ropes, now to take back what she tried to steal." Chelsea said grabbing her head and pulling her up close enough that she could place her under her and in between her legs before she would trap her head with her legs.

"I don't think our master thief is an escape artist! What do you think?!" Chelsea asked the crowd. Directing them to react while Chelsea would pose with Impossible trapped between her legs. While she had her in that position Chelsea would try to humiliate her a little more by giving her sides a few hard smacks while she was down there.

[FreestylePoet]

Asphalt, concrete, plaster... and now canvas. Every week, it seemed, the gentlewoman thief found herself falling on an all-new surface. Running from the cops or casing a new joint were fun, though. They were all about her. Not some contractless hack hell-bent on stealing the spotlight.

At least good ol' Chelsea had a showman's instinct. Trapping the Impossible between her lean legs, giving her a few love taps on the side. Few things could distract the audience from an international woman of mystery, but displaying that woman of mystery with a flair of humiliation was one of them.

She writhed in pain between her opponent's thighs. Her own legs squirmed and kicked, as if trying to escape by force or rope break. And, of course, she shook her ass a little. Just for good measure. All to distract from her upper body, where she got to work setting up a fun little surprise for Chelsea! This would have been easier if Chelsea's boots had laces, but the Impossible had options.

Thin silver, strong like a piano wire, slipped from her sleeve via deft fingers. With her lower body providing the distraction, her thievish hands got to work. Tying the cord around Chelsea's ankles. Not tight enough to trap her right away -- such a trick would surely be discovered easily. But if she could fix it just loose enough, it would lay nearly limp around Chelsea's feet... Only to pull taut and trip her as soon as she tried to walk!

In truth, Chelsea's own words had given her the idea. A classic misdirection, delivered from a disadvantageous spot. Would her trickery be discovered? Or would the plan go off without a hitch?

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea had expertly brought the thief down and continued the show of dominance she always wanted, now she had Impossible trapped and all eyes on her while her headscissors threatened to squeeze Impossible into submission. While this continued the struggle from the thief saw her shaking he lower extremities around to put on a show while Chelsea flipped her hair unaware of anything else she was doing. She was just trying to keep her from reaching the ropes without working for it.

"Toughest spot you've been in huh?" Chelsea asked reaching out and giving Impossible a few pats on the back before she would lean on her arms more to tighten the hold, she might reach the ropes but while she did Chelsea was going to lean her head back, stick her chest out, and enjoy the crowd watching and enjoying her in total control.

[FreestylePoet]

There was that crowd again. Guess Chelsea was fiendin' and preenin' again. A shame the Impossible couldn't catch a peek. Sure, the spotlight wasn't big enough for the two of them, but she could appreciate working the crowd while the moment was ripe. Besides. Chels up there was cute.

She also had her shoelaces tied together. Which, really, was the important part of all this. It meant that, soon enough, the main attraction get get back to doin' her do. All she needed to do was reeeeach and--

"Rope break! Rope break!"

There ya had it. The gentlewoman thief had made her great escape. Albeit enforced by authority -- the referee waving Chelsea off was as close as a wrestler could get to The Man (tm) -- but we didn't have to worry about that. The Impossible braced herself on Chelsea's legs and pushed away, hoping to escape without allowing Chelsea to walk away -- and trip over her wire -- before Impy was good and ready. Finally, she scampered a few steps away and stood up. With that, she stuck her hand out and waved Chelsea on, lilting out the five words she hoped would set her trap into motion:

"Betcha can't do that again!"

[Fairy Dragon]

Chelsea's show was overshadowing the Impossible's daring escape, she knew those cheers were for her and she loved to hear she was making the fans happy. It was the only way she was going to continue to prove why her lack of a contract was wrong. She would try to blow a kiss until she heard the call for a ropebreak. Chelsea looked over and saw Impossible on the ropes, almost smugly warning her to let go. "Now the thief looks for help from officials. How lame." Chelsea pouted, but eventually let go. She tried to roll away but Impossible was on her leg still, keeping her tied down and surprising her when her attempt to move was stopped.

"Why are you holding me down?" Chelsea asked and tried to pull her foot away when she got her answer, the Impossible slipped away and got out of the ropes on her own terms while showing off how she was the one who got away first. A taunt by itself, followed by another one to challenge Chelsea. "Oh yeah?!" Chelsea growled standing up and moving to lock up with the thief again, waiting for the chance to remind her that she was the better wrestler by trying to force an opening to use.