Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster Lingerine Streetfight. Apex Qualifier!
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I thought we discussed Chelsea already?” “
Chelsea Loski. Not Chelsea Forster.” “
They don’t even look the same Jenna.” “
Eh, they feel the same to me. Only difference is one has a contract. It’s who they are up against that I care about more.” “
The dueling between siblings has been proven to be borderline night and day with how they’ve acted up until now. Molly Forster and Harmonia Edelstein clicked almost instantly and became friends followed by a couple. Chelsea and Finella have created the opposite reaction and have clearly disliked each other since the day they set eyes on each other.” “
Both are really confident in themselves and both have always sought to be the no. 1 person in LAW so the minute they see someone with just as much confidence it can’t be helped.” “
The two met in tag team action that brought a bit of country pride into the mix. Chelsea Forster is competitive without adding that on but with it she acted like she was fighting for the pride of England.” “
If you need any proof about how seriously England takes representing itself in sports just stop by when they lose football games.” “
Her sister Molly was more interested in having fun and meeting Harmonia so they can’t all be bad.” "
Molly is more weeb than human.” “
Pfft!” “
Robin, d-did you just laugh?” “
No. I don’t laugh. Moving on. Finella was just as eager to focus on winning the match. Be it for Austria or just because she hates losing. Both valid reasons to do so mind you. Finella was just as boastful about what her team was going to do and once the match actually started the two didn’t waste time getting on each other’s nerves.” "
Throwing insults and fists at the same time it became clear that things got too personal between them. Molly and Harmonia stayed friendly; the other half were locked in mortal combat until the Edelsteins captured the flag they needed to win.”
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The way it ended being a struggle between Chelsea and Finella ensured that it would only continue since no one would bury the hatchet and their sisters who were already on their way to becoming a couple missed all the important signs of tensions boiling over.” “
Any time the two meet now it seems to lead to a brawl. In one instance Finella fought Chelsea fresh off a match with Lorelei which ended with Finella being able to make off with Chelsea’s top.” “
Other brawls ensued before the two agreed to meet at a PPV with a special stipulation, Chelsea will pick the match type and Finella picks the attire. This didn’t stop Chelsea from jumping Finella again after one of her matches with more success after a string of failures which has only caused tensions to rise.” “
Chelsea and Finella have agreed to discuss the match and some news with us live but given how they act we advise all of you to stay back in case things get violent. So without further ado let me introduce to you Chelsea Forster!” Tammy motioned towards the entrance waiting for Chelsea to show up.
Rest of the post done by @CaptainL and @RedShinigami with only slight commentary by me
This was it. In a matter of minutes, the moment Chelsea Forster had dreamed of for too long would finally come to pass. As the press conference played out, she was standing just behind the stage, awaiting the moment her name would be called. Once she had the floor to speak, she could at last tell the world what she'd been waiting to reveal for weeks now - the stipulatons she had in mind for her long-awaited rematch with her hated rival, Finella Edelstein. Per the results of their bet, Chelsea would decide the match type, and Finella the outfits. By this point, though, she didn't care less about what the Hellraiser had for her demands - and at the thought of what lay on the horizon, a grin spread over Chelsea's face.
No matter what sort of humiliating getup Finella wanted to force her into, the Englishwoman knew it wouldn't hold her back. If she could decide the rules of the match, she would be able to select a match type she knew she excelled at - one that Finella couldn't possibly stand a chance of beating her at. She was sure that if Finella was in her position, she'd pick something humiliating and demeaning in the name of breaking her pride. But Chelsea had bigger plans in mind. Unlike Finella, she wasn't stupid. She knew how to game this system and work it to her success. All she was waiting for was her chance to make the announcement.
But that moment came soon enough - as at last, she was called to the stage! With a grin on her face, Chelsea walked out from around the corner, waving to the crowd. Some booed at the sight of her, but there were a fair few cheers as well - something that only made her smile grow wider. She knew her star was rising, and soon, she would make a mark on LAW that no one would forget.
All that was needed now was for Finella to show herself - and the thought of it caused Chelsea to tense, the hairs sticking up on the back of her neck. The two of them had to be kept separate leading up to the conference for fear of them tearing each other apart - which, it just so happened, was a very valid concern. Still, the Englishwoman crossed her arms with a huff. The look on the bitch's face when she let her know just how much she wouldn't stand a chance would make it all worth it, anyway.
All eyes went to the entrance of the room.
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Wow great entrance Chelsea. Now I know the fans here have a lot of questions that you will answer so lets go ahead and get to it by introducing the Hellraiser herself. Finella Edelstein!” Jenna would make hte intro bringing in her opponent and hated rival.
As the Hellraiser walked in. Finella wore a new getup consisting of short black jeans pants, net stockings, military boots, a beanie and a skimpy top saying "Been there, destroyed that." as she walked into the room, carrying a sixpack of austrian beer, in one and a speaker in the other hand that blarred "Born to raise Hell", from Motörhead through the room.
A big grin was on her face as she trotted up to the front of the room were Chelsea was standing and was selfassured as always.
Her body, brutally beaten up by Chelsea and Clair from Team Edgeworks was healed as she looked at Chelsea and pointed to her stomach.
She walked by the reporterts and directly to the table of the enemy team where she gave Karl a short glance who sat there and looked on his notes.
So he too...
But she just had eyes for the big price right in front of her as she came to an halt, both women staring each other down.
Finella grinned and turned around, presenting the backside of her top where all her victories were listed with a striking: 3:0 for Fin against Chelsea.
And if this was'nt enough, Fin turned around again and slipped out of herleft halfglove, showing her backhand to Chelsea were a Bunnyskull, the same one as the one on the coffin in her promo, smiled at her in inkform.
The press was eager to film and photograph as Fin cut the music and grabbed for a beer, opened it on the table much to the dismay of the stagehands and took a long gulp, her eyes fixated on the brit as the Rebel Girl downed the beer in one long gulp, burped and slammed it down in front of her rival.
Then her arm suddenly shot out, grabbing her on her collar, pulling her close, face to face as Karl got up to end this.
Finella raised her other arm and looked at Chelsea.
She whispered something that only they could hear... But it triggered a reaction out of Chelsea as Finella grinned, her bicoloured eyes gleeming…
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Owwwww! Why did I not see that coming from someone called the Hellraiser?” Jenna’s hands were to her head while Robin and Tammy had the foresight to bring ear muffs which they mostly planned for having to tune out Jenna. “
Finella sure planned on one upping that entrance.” “
At this point it’s her life goal.”
Chelsea had taken her place on the stage - but barely a moment later, Finella entered from the other end of the hall, and all eyes immediately turned to her. At the sight of it, Chelsea balled her fists tight at her sides, snorting out a burst of hot air just to vent her frustrations. Of
course they were all looking at her. Why would she ever expect anything different? Wherever Chelsea went, whatever she tried to do, it seemed like Finella always found a way to upstage her. It soured her mood just thinking about it. And when her eyes settled on Finella's, she leaned in closer, her brows narrowing into a scowl. Even across the hall, the hatred was bubbling up inside of her.
When Finella turned around, showing off how she had recorded every victory she'd scored against Chelsea on the back of her top, it only made her blood boil all the more. She clenched her teeth, her fists shaking at her sides as she tried to quell the urges to strike out at the Hellraiser then and there. When Finella pulled off her glove, displaying the bunny skull tattooed on her hand, those urges grew more and more, and Chelsea struggled to hold them down. The gesture was a clear threat - and what was worse yet was that the press was eager to get photos and clips of Finella's entrance. It was bold, provocative, memorable...and they were eating it up. Where were they when Chelsea was making
her arrival?
But it all came to a head when Finella grabbed Chelsea by her collar - and in an instant, the blonde met her eye to eye, pressing her forehead against her rival's own. Her lip curled back in a snarl, and she leaned in closer, her body trembling with pent-up rage. At last, Finella had given her a perfectly good excuse to speak up, and Chelsea was ready to take it. "Listun e'yer, ye prima-donna attention-whore special-snowflake cunt! I dun kun 'ow many bevvies ye can swig ed stage, er 'ow much de idiots in de stands think it's de spectacle o' a lifetime, you're still fookin' dead-"
Chelsea grabbed for Finella's throat at the same time - only for Karl to suddenly take to the stage, pulling the two girls apart. And taking his side, running in from the same backstage area Chelsea had come from, was her sister Molly. The sight of the other half of the British Bunnies sent up another cheer from the crowd, but Chelsea clenched her teeth in frustration at the sound of it. Of
course they would. It was just another reminder of who was more popular. Ordinarily, Chelsea was happy to have the audience on her side - but when it came on the heels of Finella's little stunt upstaging what was supposed to be her big moment, the whole ordeal went sour, and she broke away, crossing her arms and looking off with a huff.
Turning to the crowd, Molly showed them a polite bow before continuing to the press in Japanese. "I'm really sorry, everyone! Chelsea's just worked up about the big match coming up. And she had a big announcement to make about what's in store, so-"
Meanwhile, Chelsea was fuming, staring back at Finella out of the corner of her eye. But just then, she reached out and tapped her sister on the shoulder. Molly paused, looking back at Chelsea, who leaned in to whisper in her ear. Then, she cleared her throat, turning to the audience again.
"Oh! My apologies! Chelsea's made a request that doing her talking tonight will be a new partner in her career going forward. So, without further ado, I would like to pass the stage over to her new manager, George Fortunato!"
The three commentators were relieved to see Molly arrive hoping that she could at least calm things down. However they also all started to worry when she mentioned a new manager. Would this person quell Chelsea’s antics or encourage them? “
I’ll be honest, I don’t like where this is going.” “
For once, No argument here.”
Finella knew how to put up a show that much was for sure. She was just a showwoman through and through but with enough talent to back it up.
So she decided to go all out and the reactions were much, much more excited as the rather tame appearance of bunny which Fin acknowledged.
"Well, Chelsea, my little british streetwhore it seems that my unbeatable Charisma has beaten your...pfff...interesting little akwardeness called an entrance...", she chuckled and their first started to rise when Karl Schneider, Ex-Wrestler, LAW Magazine Reporter and now member of the Mad Tea Party, a friend of Chelsea AND Finella, stepped in to part them.
" Don't touch me motherfucker!", she snarled and looked at at Karl with a hurt gaze, striking the reporter right in the heart.
"Come Chelsea, lets take a seat, huh?", Karl said.
"Fucking british coward!", Fin said and shoved Chelsea.
The austrian reporter could barely restrain her.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stick to the plan, she just wants you to make a mistake, we don't do mistakes anymore. That was the old unsure Chelsea. The March Hare does'nt let such petty provocations get to her head..."
Then Molly approached them, ready as always to stand by her sister but this time and maybe for a long time it would'nt be Molly who was speaking for Chelsea.
Suddenly the room went dark and" Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones started to play as a certain englishman who just entered the room making a big impression with a colourful outfit and painted face.
"Good evening LAW, have we news for you! Good to be here!", he grinned and not only shook hands but gave away business cards of the Pub while at it and suddenly Finella was forgotten! All eyes and cameras where on the spectacle named George Fortunato who went up the stage and took a deep bow, lifting his head.
" Good evening LAW! Perhaps you wonder who I am? My name is George Fortunato a simple pubowner looking for the bet of his life! BUT LAW this evening you are graced as today we make LAW Historyyyyy!", he shouted and twisted his cane in on hand before slamming it down the floor with a resounding thud, looking into the crowd.
" Ladies and Gentleman, British Bunny Chelsea Forster is no more... ", he said and grinned.
" For she is now, the March Hare a brandnew gimmick that will take LAW by storm! And with me, just a simple Mad Hatter, on the Hares side.", he said and grabbed Chelseas hand. For we are the MAAAAAAD TEAAAA PARTYYYYYY!", he shouted and raised Chelseas arm to a much more cheering and appreciating crowd as their new theme started to play and his cane stuck in the air between them, went off with a big bang, the multifunctional tool starting to spray a puff of confetti in the air, forming a bunny for a second before fallling down between , leaving a fuming Finella behind them, their plan to upstage the wolf was working great as the Hellraiser went behind her table with a snarl.
This round went to Chelsea, no the Mad Tea Party as coloured lights flashed, John Lennon sang and the stage was theirs…
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Mad Tea Party? March Hare?” Tammy looked at her coworkers in surprise but neither of them could have guessed this. “
What does this mean for the British Bunnies? Did the sisters disband because of the relationship with Harmonia?” “
Can’t say. All we can do is watch now.”
Chelsea was not particularly thrilled about being forced away from Finella. After all, the two of them had unfinished business, and if they were going to exchange threats, Chelsea wasn't one to let them slip by without following through - especially when her greatest rival was concerned. She was still facing Finella with a snarl, spitting through her clenched teeth at her after that little comment about her entrance, by the time Karl pulled her away, and before she could even bring the retaliation she wanted to spew back at Finella up from her throat, she was being forced into her seat. Looking up at Karl with frustration, she tried to bat him aside, grabbing for his arm and trying to pull it off of her. "Dammit, Karl! Let go! I can't let 'er get away wi' this!"
But Karl leaned in to explain the plan to Chelsea, and at that, she stopped, falling silent. Finella was counting on her to act out, just so that she could embarrass her further, and every move she made was only going to dig the hole she was in deeper. He had a point...but all the same, Chelsea wasn't happy with it. With a sigh, she folded her hands in her lap, turning away.
And soon enough, with Molly stepping out, it was time for Chelsea's new manager to at last take the stage, when George Fortunato came forward to greet the crowd! In his typical fashion he made a spectacle of it all, shaking hands and passing out cards, and twirling his cane around like a ringmaster introducing his act. Chelsea was used to finding George and his showiness obnoxious, but at least just this once, she could smile. He had energy to spare, so much so as to more than make up for her more conventional entrance. If he kept this up, then perhaps by the end of the night, everyone would forget about Finella.
With George's speech, Mad Tea Party was made official, and for the first time, LAW's fans knew about what lay in store for the two of them. Chelsea's smile grew wider, and she took George's hand, using it to rise to her feet. Inspired by his example, she twirled in place as though on a ballroom floor before taking a bow as she came back to where she had started, and the crowds cheered, something that only made her heart quicken in her chest. After this, of course, she'd go back to only tolerating his company as long as he was serving her alcohol. But she was willing to make whatever sacrifice she had to if it meant showing up Finella.
"Wonderful weerk, Jud," Chelsea said. But as she now reached for the microphone, it was time for her to give her own thoughts. After all, she was here to proclaim the rules for their coming match, and she wasn't about to pass that up. With a smile on her face, she tapped the microphone a few times to test it before beginning her speech. Sure, most people wouldn't be able to understand it, and George was going to have to translate for her afterward - but she wanted to make her own mark on the proceedings in a way no one could forget.
"O' cose, I 'uv me own part ter say e'yer, and it's firkin ner ter me 'eart, like. As yous may kun, us Queun Bitch o' Fewls and Maniacs e'yer made a little wager wi' me some time ago - decidin' dat I would get ter determine de match type fe us rematch, and she de outfits. Well, I dun giv a crap 'ow she wants ter address de window dressin'. I'm go'n ter get down to business and tell things 'ow dee ay around e'yer, like - because fortuntely fe us all,
I've got de important job!"
Chelsea turned to face Finella, jabbing a finger in her direction. "Edelstein, whun we meet again, it'll be inna street fight! Let's be 'onest, tree ropes and fo tnbuckles aren't go'n ter be able ter contain wa' I 'uv in mind fe ye, and I can already be se it won't be enough fe ye either, like. So let's drop de pretenses and go all out. We settle it de way we wuz meant ter from de start. Nah rules, nah fancy shite, juss de two o' us and a ref ter stand by and let us tear each uvver apart until someone 'as ter r'n de bell!"
Chelsea stood back with a smug look on her face as she passed the microphone over to George. A few boos and calls of "What?" came from the fans, but she didn't care. She had already rigged the odds in her favor, and whatever Finella had in mind couldn't possibly compare - something she was happy to remind her of, as she leaned closer with a grin.
Everything Finella had worked for in this feud came to a conclusion.
She looked at Molly who seemed distraught about what was happening,
Finella knew that like hers and Harmonias relationship had soured, the same thing was happening with Chelsea and Molly and she thought about what Molly had to feel when George said: "Chelsea, the british Bunny is no more"
She saw Molly walking down and take her place next to Harmonia who was in the crowd, of course wanting to to support her girlfriend and her sister, but Finella did'nt care. Harmonias and her relationship was at an alltime low and she was unsure that it would recover anytime soon.
The reporters had their sights on them too, of course...
Then she listened what her rival had to say and when Chelsea spoke, pointing in her direction, a grin formed on her face growing wider and wider.
George looked at his protege and nodded before he took the microphone.
"Ladies and Gentleman, you saw the feud between my client and Fräulein Edelstein growing and growing, so both made a wager about the matchtype and the outfits. Listen up, The March hare has decided that this fight could only be solved in a way that leave them both without any rules and a simple ring, Ladies and Gentleman, at We are Law you will witness the exploding conclusion of this farce that Fräulein Edelstein has presented us with the last months. At PPV, they will meet in a good, old streetfight! Woman to Woman without rules as god has intended!", the colourful brit said.
The crowd and reporters started to errupt in murmuring and their respective sisters went pale, holding onto each other as both had'nt forgot what was happening at the Eagles house three weeks ago....
Chelsea never let her eyes of her rival who sat in her chair, leant back, her boots on the table, her second beer in her hand as the crowd turned its sights on her
Finella took her sweet time, dragging things along as she gulped down the beer and smashed the bottle on the floor.
She got up and grabbed her own mic.
"Chelsea I always knew that you were suicidal, if you were'nt you would'nt feud with me. And now it seems that you went as mad as your stupid new gimmickchange suggets. Leaving the past behind? Don't make me laugh you bitch. Everyone her at LAW is familiar with your record and what a pathetic little midcarder you are. Think, for a moment Forster... ", she said and walked up to Chelsea again, Karl always ready to step in again as the two met face to face again.
" When did your star rise, when did people started to give a rats butt about you? When you met me, your personal demon, "I" am what keeps this people in front of their screens, I am the reason that you can go through with your silly little Tea Party... I made your success! ", Finella said and looked her opponent straight in the eye.
" People don't forget easily and your pathetic show on your last PPV is not forgotten. It will never be...and now you think you can make up for it by challenging the fucking Hellraiser to a streetfight? We better should call the looney bin because you seem to have lost what little mind remained in that hydrocephalus you call head. But fine with me... ", she grinned.
" As for our outfits! LAW was always known for all of its wonderful and beautiful ladies, fighting in the sexiest outfits, trying to bring each other down. So even if I will bash your head in and snap your spine, I should look sexy while doing it, so I have decided that this will be a Lingerie match!", she said and the crowd errupted into whistles and cheers while Finella cackled, pressing her breasts into Chelseas smaller ones.
"Of course if you can find something that does'nt make look like as if a twelve year old boy raided moms drawers...", she grinned and gave her a shove with her chest, Karl stepping in again, parting them.
"Any questions?", he asked while pulling Chelsea to their tables.
One reporter stood up.
"Yes, uh Miss Forster, seeing what has happened between you and Miss Edelstein and comparing that to your sisters? Does'nt it concern you that you go up against your potential future sister in law?", he asked and Harmonia shot him a glare. What an uncalled and in bad taste question…
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Really?” The comment was in such poor taste Tammy Robin and Jenna all had the same collective thought out loud. Given that Molly and Harmonia were already in attendance this was not the kind of thing to ask here.
Indeed, hearing George's proclamations about Chelsea's future, Molly bit her lip, shuffling in her seat. She glanced back and forth between her girlfriend at her side and the action on stage, and she leaned in closer to Harmonia, reaching for her hand. She didn't know what was next for her and Chelsea, or what was going to happen to her in her sister's pursuit of vengeance against Finella. All she could do was hope that everything was going to work out in the end.
But on the stage, Chelsea was beaming with pride. She puffed out her chest with a grin on her face, basking in the satisfaction of knowing that she had rigged their coming rematch for her success. At least, that was how she looked at it. Finella couldn't care less, and even when she knew that Chelsea's words had been more pointed and profane than George had related to the crowd, she still sat back casually, downing a beer before grabbing for the microphone. Listening to her voice, Chelsea went tense, her fists balling at her sides and trembling with the growing urge to lash out. She bit at her lip, growling at the Hellraiser under her breath; as she reminded her of her less than stellar success, Chelsea's eyelid twitched nervously. She had to dig her heels against the floor to keep herself from clocking Finella in the face. But Chelsea didn't truly react until she heard Finella confirm their outfits - and at that, her face went bright red, her eyes widening with a gasp.
"WHAT!?" The smug look on Finella's face left her livid, and the cheers coming from the fans at the thought of the two girls duking it out in lingerie didn't make it any better. She hissed, her fists balling tighter into a white-knuckled grip. This was supposed to be a picture of brutality and chaos, a no-rules, no-limits brawl that would surely leave both of them bruised and bloodied by its end. And in one word, Finella had turned it all into a joke! How was anyone supposed to take Chelsea's long-awaited victory seriously when she was doing it in frilly undergarments?
When Finella shoved her chest into Chelsea's own, the blonde stumbled back, and the fans let out another cheer. "Ye did NOT juss go there-!" Chelsea snapped, the anger rising in her voice. If everything else wasn't bad enough, she just
had to go for the low-hanging fruit - and much as Chelsea hated to admit it, it was working on her! She simply couldn't hold her emotions in any more, and she swung out with a punch. But her fist would only hit the air, as Karl pulled Chelsea aside. She stopped for a moment, staring off into space, but with a huff, she walked back over to the table and sat down, folding her hands on the surface before her. She reached down under the desk for a bottle of water, taking a sip; hopefully that would calm her nerves.
The reporters soon turned to Chelsea for questions, and while the sour taste of Finella's little game was still in her mouth, she leaned over the table with a sigh to approach the microphone. However, at Finella being called her "potential future sister in law", Chelsea spat out her drink, her eyes going wide. "Sister in law!? Wa' in the-!?" She looked over at Molly in the crowd, who blushed nervously, giving her sister a wave. Nevertheless, Chelsea cleared her throat, sitting back up to answer the question as politely as she could manage.
"I wuddun give a damn if she wuz me nin, like. She's a wretched little piece o' shite and I wanna stomp 'er railings in, knickers or nah. Next question."
FInella chuckled as she looked in Chelseas eyes and what was much more important, behind it.
True, Finella WAS a Hellraiser, a demon with the only intent to toy and manipulate her opponents so much that they made mistakes and
with Chelsea it was just TOO easy. If Karl had'nt intervened twice now, the blonde Scouser would have started a brawl and Finella was more then ready for it.
Even if her body was healed, her soul was'nt, far from it. Too much had happened in the last two months, fighting the Bunnies, getting into a brawl with Chelsea, starting to hate them, turning her sister against her, her sister even becoming the partner of one of them! Thankfully it was'nt Chelsea because honestly, as capable and energetic Molly was, she just could'nt see her in a street fight with no holds barred. This was Chelseas style, cultivated in the streets of Liverpool and it was Finellas Style, cultivated in the streets of Graz, Styria.
They both were very alike, something that would be acknowledged often and drove both of them mad.
But it was true, hell they even had a Light/Darkness Thing going on with Chelseas blonde and her raven hair...
Still, that did nothing to soften their temperaments or feelings for each other, as again, too much had happened.
Hearing the question FInella started to laugh and slapped her knee as George just smiled and patted Chelseas back.
He always knew what to say.
"Well, my client says that of course this possibility remains, she don't want her sister to rush things and when it would happen then her beloved "sister in LAW" would likely be
in the hospital at the weddingday, probably after another beating she got like the one two weeks ago...", George said and grinned as the crowd murmured loudly and Harmonia pressed Mollys hand.
"Remind me to "speak" to that man afterwards, Darling, yes?", she said and still looked at the reporter who was joined by a colleague.
It was a simpler question for Chelsea but something in Finella was turning as her laughter died and her head turned into George direction.
"What...", she said and her pupils went small.
Of course, the beating two weeks ago by Clair, that fucking bitch better should watch out as Finella would definetly pay her a visit soon and Chelsea who came out and joined in a very brutal double team on the already hurt Finella.
It was fresh in her mind and when George spoke so carelessly about it she walked over, grabbing one of her bottles.
"The fuck did you just say, you british clown?", she snarled and grabbed the manager at this collar like she did with Chelsea.
"Woah, woah, woah, Fräulein Edelstein, please, I know I am iressistible but please, we have to much work to do now...", the colourfil brit grinned and stuck out his tongue.
"Oh you are so fucking dead when you show your sorry ass at the ringside...", Finella said and shoved him down in his seat, Karl had already gotten up, eyeing the bottle in her hand which she opened.
"Next question...", FInella said and drank her third beer, seemingly without any care as another reporter spoke up.
"Uhm, your past is quite scetchy Miss Edelstein, care to finally us in about the scars?"
Finella grinned as she whipped some beer from her lips.
"This things...oh well...you see when I turned seventeen I travelled the countries around Austria, the Balkans and such and I was "discovered" by a certain man who held underground matches. Nothing to fancy, deathmatches, barbed wire matches etc. Sadly my wonderful body..."
She grinned at Chelsea and let her hands slide over her lucious forms, getting the photographers to go on a field trip, ending with a smack to her butt that was only covered by the skimpy jeans shorts she wore.
When she smacked it, jiggling her halfnaked butt, she looked at Chelsea and grinned.
"Speaking of body this part here has a name, it is called "reserved for Chelseas face...", she said and got some whistles and hollers from the crowd.
"Well, yeah, I did all of this matches and this little....I mean, my respected opponent behind me thinks she could beat me in something I did for the last six years...tell me Chelsea...", she turned around, slamming on hand on the table before her opponent and grinned.
"...when was your last death match? When was the last time YOU had a screwdriver in your body...huh?", she asked as the crowd went silent.
Their faces were presented on a screen above, looking at each other.
"You think you are so clever, are'nt you. Think you have the win in your pocket. Can't you remember my words? Do you really believe that was just show....I fucking end your career at this PPV, nothing more, nothing less...", she said with a look in her face that showed no insecurities or doubts.
The Hellraiser had spoken and she meant what she said.
"So, why don't you run back to your mommy and daddy as long as you CAN run, cause believe me you walk in, but you won't walk out that arena...at least not with your spinal chord intact...", she said and the crowd gasped before Finella dropped her bottle over Chelseas head, spilling the brit with beer.
"There...what now?", she grinned as Karl and George looked in shock.
Then she turned around and grabbed the head of Chelsea in a demeaning headlock, having the drenched girl pressed tightly against her breast...
"And that goes to fucking all of you LAW! I know, some of you dont take me seriously, talking behind my back about the wolfs ears, calling me catgirl! I don'nt fucking care what you think. For me you are all just prey to either kill or devour! Your choice, ladies and gentleman! You can try to hurt me with your voice, I will hurt you with my fists! And don't even dare compare me to my sister...my sister at her worst is a harmless little butterfly compared to the Hellraiser getting mad!
So, remember this! All of you! Watch this fucking match and learn a lesson...", she said and looked directly into the cameras.
"I mean everything I say..."
With that she dropped the mic and released the Blonde.
"Conference over...see you in two days Chelsea...", the Hellraiser said and tried to walk away,having the last word as always…
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So there you have it. A street fight in lingeries which got the reaction Finella was looking for but on Chelsea’s end we find ourselves in need of more questions with her new manager and team and judging by the way Molly was looking during the announcement I think even she was surprised by these bombshells.” “
Out of respect for her given she seems awfully uncomfortable we will not be asking her questions now unless she’s willing to answ-Oooooooh crap.” They had been talking a little through the end of the conversation as it seemed Finella was wrapping up until she poured her beer on Chelsea’s head. Immediately they stood up and backed off knowing that nothing short of someone shooting Chelsea dead then and there would stop a fight from breaking out.
Chelsea grit her teeth at the sound of Finella's laughter. Of course she would, she thought. Of course. Whatever Chelsea did, she would always find a way to turn things around on her, and to have a good laugh at her expense. Grumbling under her breath, the Englishwoman kicked at the leg of the table she sat behind, causing a clang to ring out that she hoped would go unnoticed by everyone else present. The last thing she needed was to give Finella more satisfaction of knowing she had garnered a reaction from her. As George leaned over and pat her on the back, Chelsea bristled a little at the feeling of his hand against her shoulder blade, but she said nothing. It was perhaps best for everyone involved that she couldn't follow along with what he was saying, either.
Back in the stands, Molly blushed a little at the mention of marriage. While she did love Harmonia, no one could deny that, the thought of going through with that sort of commitment was an intimidating one for her, and she couldn't be sure if she felt ready. Harmonia herself seemed to agree, as she leaned closer, holding tighter to Molly's hand. The Englishwoman nodded her head to her. "Y-Yeah, uh, I will. Thanks..."
But Finella had her own response to the announcement. And, as she stormed over to George's side, grabbing him by his collar and hoisting him in the air, Chelsea went tense. She turned around in her seat, looking back at the Wolf with a glare as she braced herself for when Finella would threten him, or when fists would start flying. She had to be ready to meet her blow for blow. But that moment never came. Instead, Finella returned to her seat - but the way she answered the next question did little to lighten Chelsea's mood.
When Finella got up from her seat to show off her scars, despite her claims to the contrary, the marks on her body did little to diminish her good looks. Her curvaceous figure more than made up for it, and she knew how to work it to her advantage - that as much was clear when she began posing for the crowd, which eagerly cheered on every move she made! Chelsea's teeth clenched in a snarl, and she leaned over the table, slamming a fist down against its surface. Once again, Finella just
had to rub it in her face about how much better she thought she was. And once again, the crowd just
had to eat it up! It was infuriating. It was unfair! That had to be the easiest trick in the book, and they were still falling for it!
Sucking in a breath, Chelsea was about to snap another insult at the Wolf - when, suddenly, she turned and slammed her hands against the table, sending a shake through it. Chelsea froze, looking up at her, and her eyes went wide. Her blood had been boiling just seconds ago, but now it ran as cold as ice. Chelsea thought that she had plenty of street fighting experience. She'd been getting into brawls as far back as in her school days, and she fancied herself good at it, too. She was fierce, she was tough, she was hot-headed, and she didn't back down. All of that seemed like a recipe for success when it came to a street fight. But in her speech, Finella had cast all of that into doubt. Chelsea might have been tough, but nothing she had experience with could possibly compare to the brutal underground world where her opponent had cut her teeth. She'd just given Finella the license to do her worst, and Chelsea could only ask herself if anything she could do could match up to it. The hairs rose on the back of her neck with the thought that she had just sealed her own fate.
Of course, she was soon thrown back into reality when Finella emptied the bottle of beer right over Chelsea's head. "G-Gaah..!" she shouted, trying to shake the drips free of her hair as she coughed and sputtered. Even as Finella pulled Chelsea into her chest to the sound of laughter and jeers alike, she continued to scream and shout, even if her words were muffled against the brunette's bosom. She drew back her fists, attempting to slam them into Finella's ribs again and again - but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't get Finella to let go. She just kept on taunting and talking herself up, as though nothing Chelsea was doing meant anything. And that, of course, only stirred her anger more and more.
With her parting words, Finella dropped Chelsea to the ground, where she landed on her knees. She took in a few pants, shaking herself, but she soon shot a glare back at the Wolf before hopping to her feet. "Ye wanna talk big, 'uh? Ye wanna fook wi' me?!" Chelsea shouted, shaking her fist. "If ye can't wait fe de big night, dun fine, be me guest! I'll be juss made-up ter brin' it ter ye RIGHT NOW!"
Chelsea took off after Finella, running for where she made her exit. But just then, Molly hopped up from her seat, rushing the stage. She grabbed for her sister, pulling her back. She knew how much she was already putting her body - if not her life - at risk, and she didn't want her to make things any worse than they had to be. "Chelsea, hey! Calm down! You'll get your chance..."
Chelsea slowed to a stop. As she looked down at her feet, the elder Forster sighed. Molly was right. In the end, all she could do was wait. But that didn't mean she had to like it...
Karl and George walked up to them and the Ex-Wrestler shook his head.
"That...was just talk. FInella has as much respect for this match as you have, believe me.", he said and tried to assure the brit while the reporters did'nt stop to make photos, screaming question and some of them even ran after Finella, trying to get something more out of Finella.
"Well then..."
Karl turned around looking to Harmonia and Molly who came to the stage.
"I fucking hate reporters..no offense Karl."
The big man sighed.
"None, taken, I can understand you, those guys are like vultures. But you two are just to big a target for them to use against your sisters.", he said
as George elbowed him into his side.
"Oh, of...of...of course I did'nt mean in a bad way! Please don't think that.", he said and scratched the back of his head as George took Chelsea and walked away from them.
"Wha' do you say, swee'hear'? le's end 'his wi'h a bang, 'uh?", he said with a wink and turned around.
"Ladies and Gentleman of the press! You saw it all, if our beloved teammate Mr. Schneider and our good soul Molly Forster had'nt held back my client then we would'nt have a PPV match, because dead people can't participate in wrestling matches my dear Hellraiser..."
Then he got serious and the paint on his face, as cheery and interesting as it was , almost gave him some menace as he laid an arm around Chelsea.
"You promised to await us in hell, Miss Hellraiser, yes? Well, we can hardly wait for it as one thing is for sure...the Mad Tea Party consists of two maniacs and whoever is crazy enough to threaten two mad people should watch his back because when you wait at the gates, we already sitting inside and having tea and scones...", he grinned and both turned away, leaving the press conference and even if it could have been better, the y have made their point clear.
Now it was up to Finella to go up against Chelsea and her new teammate, but what no one knew at this point was, that Finella would bring her own reinforcements...
The stage was set and the players just waited for the start…
Turns out Molly was a bigger blessing than they thought. After what seemed to be something that could have postponed the conference was averted, the three of them slowly returned to their seats. “
Great now it smells like beer in here. She couldn’t have poured wine on her?” “
Can someone clean that up?” People moved in the background to fix the problem as everyone got situated again. “I
t’s starting to seem like the sisters are having personal problems from this feud as well. We might have lost two teams.” “
When Chelsea is in a better mood to clarify we’ll ask as for the Edelsteins it’s been known for some time that Harmonia and Finella have been taking more bookings without each other. This may be the closest thing to an official confirmation that we get.” “
Besides the announcement of her new nickname that street fight also seemed to backfire for Chelsea. Her new manager might be her last one.” “
I expected a stipulation like that. No way is there anything but a fight to solve that one.” “
Personally I would take it off the card and make it unsanctioned. They might end up fighting in the crowd and someone could get hurt. Grrhh dammit I lost my place what's next?” “
Haruka and Karla.” “
Oh right. Thanks. Alright 3, 2, 1.”