The Wolf and the Bunny Pub presents: St. Patricks Day Jellowrestling!

[RedShinigami]

George knew that Chelsea felt a little...small compared to her former rival when it came to questions of size but two things were clear for him. First and foremost, Chelseas breasts were the most perfect boobs any woman on this planet could possibly dreaming of having and secondly, many girls would take the short straw against Finellas chest.

But what surprised the pub owner was Chelseas willingness to do everything for the pub, or did she do it for him, for them? The Liverpudlian slipped out of her bikinitop on her free will and presented herself to eyes of LAW Fans like she never had before. The crowd was ecstatic. It was'nt Chelseas thing to flaunt around naked like some other girls of the promotion but it seemed that Chelsea had changed at that part too as she seductively showed her goods to crowd. And even if the show drew extra cheers it was'nt enough to break Finellas spell.

George gave Chelsea back her top and stroked through her hair. "Two more to go darling, you have the next one...",he promised as he lefted a cheering Finellas hand. "You've decided gentlemeeeen, the wiiiiinneeeeer for, beeeest cheeeeeeest, Fineeeeellaaaa Edelsteeeeiiiinnn!", he said and the crowd hollered.

"Now, as we have a tie we enter the neither regions, to a part of the body that shamelessly oh, sorry shameFULLY gets...",he sank to his knees and softly grabbed Chelseas foot.
"...overlooked.",he said and gave it a kiss before looking up to her.

"Gentlemeeeen, now I want you to vote for best...leeeeegs!",he shouted while having Chelseas leg over his shoulder, peaking over her thigh before looking up to her, his face close to her womanhood. With a grin he softly put a kiss at the inner side of her thigh, his nose barely touching her womanhood as he gave her a teasing wink and released her to step back as Finella looked over to Chelsea.

"This categories are highly unfair you know...", she whispered to Chelsea.
Finella was one thing. She was tough, rough and sexy but one thing she was not. Elegant. And to show of her legs was more a chore in "How to be sexy for Dummies" then a presentation. It was one thing to just get naked and shake her goods, every idiot could do that and tough she had experience as stripper there was no denying that Chelseas longer, much more defined and graceful legs would get her this round.

Until the decision was made and even if Chelseas applause was thunderous and gave Finella no hopes, the cheers for her were definetly louder and after blinking a few times in sheer confusion, the wolf grinned wide and made a fingerpistol in Chelseas direction.
"Bang!", she grinned and George, as confused as everyone in this ring right now lifted Finellas hand.

"Uhm, uh the best legs, go toooooo Finelllaaaa Edelsteeeeein, making it a 2:1! Will our fair maiden of the pub settle the score or will our newest waitress win this contest?!",he said and looked over to Chelsea with a worried expression.

[CaptainL]

Perhaps it was out of desperation when she was up against Finella, or perhaps it was that she was that determined to do her part to help keep the pub afloat. But Chelsea was willing to put modesty aside for tonight - as long as it meant that she wouldn't look like she had conceded anything to her former rival. If she was going down, she would go down fighting, just to prove she wouldn't back down easily. Though the tensions between Chelsea and Finella might have cooled, the Englishwoman was determined to prove she was still going to take this seriously...at least, as seriously as one could take wrestling in green jello. It might have been ridiculous...but she was playing to win.

And that desire would only grow stronger as Chelsea settled back into place beside Finella. Even before George made the call, she was all too painfully aware who had won the contest - Finella had quite obviously garnered more cheers than she did. She grumbled to herself as she put her top back on, crossing her arms and hugging them closer to herself before she cast the Wolf a glare out of the corner of her eye. Still, she couldn't forget this wasn't over yet. She nodded her head to George - there were still two contests left, and now they were tied. And even if she didn't win this competition, Chelsea was sure to show her opponent no mercy when it came time to enter the pool. When she looked back at Finella, she could feel her teeth tighten into a grimace. She hadn't expected to feel this competitive this early on, but...

Regardless, Chelsea cleared her throat and stood a little taller. As George began to announce the next category, a smug smirk crossed her face - even when she heard Finella whisper to her later, all she did was show her a knowing look. Now she had her chance to get even. Finella clearly had the advantage when it came to her chest, but Chelsea was confident she had this one in the bag. She knew her legs were one of her best assets; George certainly seemed to think so, as he planted a kiss on her thigh that caused her to let out a soft moan. As he draped her leg over his shoulder, she tensed the muscles in her thighs and calves, displaying her toned, lean physique to the cheering crowd; with a coy look in her eye, she leaned down to slowly stroke her fingers along the length of her leg. When she stepped back to let Finella take over, she crossed her arms with a smug look on her face. Finella was barely even doing anything to show off! Her victory was assurred!

...She thought, anyway, up until she heard the cheers go up even louder. And moments later, she heard George announce Finella as the winner of the next round!

"...Wot!?" Chelsea blinked a few times, in abject confusion. How did this happen!? Anyone could see that she had the better legs, even before she put them on display! Her stance firmed up as the tension rose in her body, and she bit at her lip, hugging her arms closer to herself as she glanced back at George. "Jud...'ow much beer did ye serve before this started?!"

Still, Chelsea sucked in a breath. There was still one more round to go. Even if she couldn't beat Finella, she could at least force a tie. One thing she knew for sure was that she wouldn't dare to let the Austrian get one over her! When it came to the final contest, Chelsea would do everything she could to win. And she already knew what category that last round would be in - she'd been working at the pub long enough to know the format of George's contests by heart. Shooting Finella a glare, she had begun to turn around in place, even before George said anything. Already, she was beginning to lean forward to point her rear to the crowd. And already, she had begun to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini bottom.

[RedShinigami]

Everyone who knew them was asking themselves the same question: How could Chelsea lose in a contest with such an obvious advantage for her. Even Finella sucked in breath before she gasped in shock. She was sure to lose to the much leaner and athleticly built englishwoman but it seemed that the crowd did'nt care about obvious things tonight as they practically handed Finella this unearned victory.

And when George sealed the decision with holding up Finellas hand, the Hellraisers wolfish grin returned as she looked over to Chelsea who had boil with rage right now. And Finella being Finella she always had to have the last word as she leaned over. "Well I mean since you are goody, goody housewive your legs lost a bit ot their...shape...", she said, obviously lying but if she knew one thing then that only a heated Chelsea would give onehundred percent!

Before Chelsea could answer tough the last contest and the Blondes last chance to even things out before the match was announced and Finella grinned even wider as she turned around too getting prepared to show off.

George looked to both sides and cleared his throat before lifting the microphone to his lips. "Well, was that a surprise, huh? Lets just hope you blokes know whats good for you when judging this contest! Alright, before we move on to the final part of this beauty contest I have to announce the price of our beloved girls dont I? The winner of the face contest may give the loser a bronco buster, the winner of the breast contest gets to smother her opponent for a whole minute, the loser of the leg contest has to kiss the winners feet and the winner of this best ass contest...gets to stinkface her opponent for three minutes straight!",he grinned and gave both girls a slap on their bottoms that made them jiggle before nodding. "Girls! Up with your knickers!"

Finella, who was sure to take the victory here and looked forward to give Chelsea not only a breast but butt smother too. It would just be too perfect and all she had to endure was a little broncobuster. So she shoved up her panties, wedging them deep into her asscrack and started to wiggle her behind to the delight of a cheering crowd!

She did'nt look what Chelsea did, she just made sure to give it her best shot and let her juicy behind speak for herself as George lifted his arm. "Alright gents, that was quite nice was'nt it? But now comesw the hard part and I don't mean your dicks!", he said, getting a few laughs. "Now...lets hear it for our beautiful waitress...Fineeeelllaaaaaaaaa Edelsteiiiiin!", he said and the Wolf earned thunderous applause which let George stomach sink. Was that it? Would Chelsea lose in a humiliating 3:1 battle? When the cheers faded he looked over to Chelsea and smiled. "Whatever anyone says or thinks darling. You are the most beautiful bird in the universe to me, yes?",he whispered and pulled her in for a short kiss that gave them some "Ooooohs" and one or two perverted comments. Then George nodded to Chelsea, took her wrist and lifted it. "Lets hear it for our lady of the pub, Chelseeeaaa Foooorsteeeer!"
And the only thing they could do was wait and see...

[CaptainL]

Chelsea was already reeling from the upset victory Finella had snagged in the battle of the legs. She was never the most vain, but she was convinced that with her lean, athletic build, conditioned through all the running, jumping, and kicking she had made her wheelhouse in the ring, she was a shoe-in for victory. But the crowd had spoken, and they had favored Finella! And when the Hellraiser had to rub it into Chelsea's face, too? That made an already sour situation even worse. Sucking in a breath, the Englishwoman clenched her teeth tightly and hugged her arms closer to herself. "Kekka it-!!" she barked, glancing back at Finella out of the corner of her eye. At the same time, her cheeks flushed hot. The other implications of what Finella had said were not lost on her. Were she and George going to go steady? She knew, deep down, that it would be what she wanted. She loved him; he made her happy; she would be able to enjoy his care and his affection like she always yearned for but never thought she'd have. But when she thought about it, it all felt like everything was happening so fast. Was she ready?

Regardless, Chelsea wouldn't have long to ponder that moment. Soon, George announced a special stipulation for the contest! Chelsea jumped up, letting out a gasp. She hadn't been told about this! "Wait, WHAT?!" she blurted out, only to glance around a few times, hoping that no one caught how unprepared she surely looked. She bit at the inside of her cheek and sank back down with a huff, eyeing Finella out the corner of her eye. She wasn't looking forward to kissing her feet, and the thought of being once again reminded of how smug she was about her larger chest through a smother made Chelsea's stomach turn. Already, she could feel herself growing tense. She just had to remind herself that soon, she'd have the chance to set the matter straight. She just had to last it out until the start of the match. Then, she would be able to show Finella just what she thought of her. Thinking about it, her fists clenched at the sides, quivering with all the more motivation to strike back. She was going to make sure it left an impression, all right...

With one look back at Finella - her eyes narrowed in a glare, showing her commitment to coming out on top - it was time for Chelsea to put forth her effort for the final contest. She sucked in a breath, turning around and bending forward to push her rear out toward the crowd, giving it a shake as she yanked up at her waistband to pull the fabric of her bikini bottom even deeper between her cheeks. At the same time, she reached back and slapped at her own ass, letting it jiggle for the crowd, and drawing a few more cheers in the process. Ordinarily, Chelsea would have felt ridiculous showing off like this. It wasn't her. It was Finella who was the stupid, vapid, shameless one. But Chelsea couldn't let Finella outdo her. There was too much on the line - it wasn't even about her would-be punishment, but her own dignity!

At last, it was time for the two of them to break apart, and await the final judgment. As George held up Finella's arm, Chelsea's teeth clenched a little tighter. Her stomach turned, and her body stiffened. She couldn't afford to let Finella win here. Not in her pub, on her terms...well, George's terms, but it was close enough. When she heard George whisper a few soft words to her, Chelsea looked back at him with the slightest of smiles, but still, at the back of her mind, she knew the moment she was waiting for was yet to come. That was the moment that would define everything.

And, at last, it came - the crowd let out their cheer for Chelsea! The competition was neck and neck. Especially through the haze of alcohol, one could hardly tell whether it was Chelsea or Finella who had gotten the warmer reception. But soon, the cheers for the Englishwoman broke out above the roar, and hearing them, Chelsea stood a little taller, her smile growing wider. No one could deny it, now - the contest of behinds had gone to Chelsea!

The blonde looked back at Finella, flashing her a smug grin. A second later, however, it dropped from her face. Perhaps, she realized, her celebrations had been premature. Now, the score was tied. And when they came to blows, things could only get more tense from there...

[RedShinigami]

Finella had wiggled her bigger booty for the crowd and expected nothing less then a hattrick against her former(?) rival and the reactions of the crowd seemed to confirm her. She showed Chelsea a big, wolfish grin as she gave her buttcheeks a good, hard slap and turned to the crowd with open arms.
"AAAAAR-WOOOOOOO!", she howled while throwing her head in her neck and waited for the inevitable as Chelseas applause came.

And soon the wolfs smile dissapeared as the cheers hollers and chants did'nt end and with each passing second, the Hellraisers head lowered and lowered, her hands turning into shaking fists. Chelsea had again done the unthinkable and evend out. And even if the judges consistet mostly of drunken frat boys it still stung.

Finella just could'nt manage to beat her old rival it seemed and when Chelsea gave her a smug smile, turning to her, every nice thing Finella had to say about Chelsea was out the window as she jumped at her before George could say anything and both landed in the jello with a smash, hissing and snarling like a year ago. "So, my turn with the breastsmother, huhhh?",Fin grinned as she threw herself at the Blonde, burying her under her chest.
George looked to Molly and sighed. "Ref, would you kindly?"

Then he turned around with a bright smile. "Chelseaaaa Forsteeeeer, lads. You really know your bums, do you gentlemen?! Well then lets go right into the competition!", he said and turned to the struggling women.

"It seems that the breastsmother had been applied...now...",he said as Molly managed to pry Fin off, "Kissing the foot...",he finished with a sorry look to Chelsea.

The Hellraiser pulled out from Mollys grip and growled. "Hands off, Molly!",she hissed but when she got reminded of Chelseas predicament her face turned into a grimace of Schadenfreude as she lifted her jellocoated foot out of the pool and grinned. "Come on, come on Chelsea...kiss those much better legs then yours...", she chuckled and waved it in front of her face as the crowd cheered on.

[CaptainL]

To Finella's credit, she did have her fair share of fans. Her assets were ample enough to draw many an eye, and the theatrics she put in, waggling her hips back and forth, could only garner her even more cheers and applause. But in the end, it was Chelsea who had taken the lead - she might have been leaner and slimmer, but that was good enough for the bar-goers. Now, when the Englishwoman turned back to face Finella, it was with a smug, satisfied smirk on her face, as she leaned in closer, knowing every bit that the look in her eyes would only twist the knife even further when Finella was reminded she'd come up short to her greatest rival. She couldn't help it. Even after they had made amends, after they'd decided to move forward, Chelsea was reminded of all those times she had felt inferior next to Finella, and how much the Hellraiser had wanted to rub that in her face time and time again. Now it was her turn to be smug about it! "Well, well," she murmured. "Lewks like de people 'uv spokun, like?~"

But a moment later, Finella would make her regret her taunts. She wouldn't even give Chelsea a reply. Instead, she turned and pounced, tackling the blonde sraight into the jello pit! Chelsea screamed in shock as she was flung back through the air, landing with the sound of a wet splat. Her arms and legs flailed wildly as she scrambled to either knock Finella off of her or to get out from underneath - and when that didn't happen, she would start throwing slaps and scratches across the Wolf's back in an attempt to lash out at her! In Chelsea's indignation, it had slipped her mind that the main event of the night hadn't even gotten started - she just wanted to see Finella face consequences for her tricks. And when the patrons were swept up in the heat of the moment, they didn't even care. Already they had started cheering, whether they were celebrating Finella's upset or urging Chelsea to fight back - for them, the match might as well have just begun!

However, Finella still remembered that it wasn't the match that was to be decided here. Chelsea still had her end of the deal to uphold - and Finella would see to it that she did. Even as Chelsea sputtered and struggled to worm her way out from under her foe, Finella was still able to pull herself up on top of her, enough to shove her face beneath her hefty bust! Now, Chelsea's groans were muffled as she found herself trapped in a hot, stifling prison - but her struggles would only pick up, as she kicked furiously at the jello at her feet! Chelsea had been especially frustrated with Finella boasting of her larger breasts whenever she got the chance, and being smothered by those same breasts wasn't just an indignity, it was a blow to the Englishwoman's pride!

It seemed as though Finella would have seen things through until Chelsea was unconscious, if given the chance - but the night was only getting started, and the paying customers had plenty more in store for them! Molly looked back in George's direction with a nod before she hopped into the ring; though she skidded a little bit on the jello, she was quick to get behind Finella, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her off of Chelsea. When the Englishwoman lifted herself up to a seated position, her face was red from lack of breath, and she took in a few pants to try and collect herself - but when she looked back at Finella, she crossed her arms with a pout. A pout that would soon turn to a wide-eyed gasp, as Finella commanded her to kiss her foot then and there!

"Wha'!? I'm sorry?! I dun evun gerra tirn fe me part? Jud, 'ow is this fair!?" Chelsea tried to protest how quickly Finella was moving along, but it wouldn't do her any good. Finella was quick to taunt Chelsea about what she would have to do, and as she did, the Englishwoman's eyes would only narrow into a glare and her teeth clenched in a snarl as her body went stiff. She knew that Finella was out to belittle her. To kiss one's feet was a sign of submission and subjugation. It would be a signal that Finella really was better than Chelsea in every way imaginable. That was something Chelsea would never want to concede...and, by contrast, Finella would be all the more eager to gloat about. But it seemed she was left with no choice.

"Nngh...let's juss 'ope de jello 'ides yer foul taste..." Grumbling, Chelsea leaned in closer. She took hold of Finella's leg, planting a kiss against her foot, and garnering a few cheers already. Her cheeks burned in a brighter blush as a shiver ran down her spine, just from the thought of what it was she was actually doing. Being smothered by Finella was bad. This just might have been worse.

But then, Chelsea looked up. She stopped, locking her eyes onto Finella's own. Then, her fingers wrapped tighter around the Wolf's ankle - and with a jerk forward, she would try to yank her off her footing, aiming her toward the opposite corner to try and send her skidding across the ring! Finella had had her fun. But Chelsea was still owed her moment to shine. And now she was going to reach out and take it!

"Me turn!" she barked, jumping back to her feet. As the crowd cheered them on even louder, Chelsea took off across the ring, looking to close in on Finella in the corner - where she would jump up to the ropes, trying to slam her hips into her face with a bronco buster!

[RedShinigami]

Finellas grin became wide. Yes they were friends, yes they made up, yes they worked together and outside the ring but this was just too good not to be enjoyed. Her most hated rival who had beaten her in a grudge match was now sitting at her feet and kissed...well exactly them.

Finella chuckled as she saw the Blonde taking her foot which she had lifted to her face and purred as she felt the lips on it. "Such a good kisser, what do you say George? She kisses your feet too? You into feet Chels?",she grinned and felt on top of the world. She had put Chelsea in the two predicaments she hated the most. Being reminded on her smaller chest AND having to kneel before someone.

The Wolf raised her arms behind her head and let her barely clothed breasts shake from side to side with a big wolfish grin on her face. "Take a good look guys! Here is the real lady of the puuuuaaaaaaah!",she screamed as Chelsea had grabbed her ankle, brought her down and made her fall into the corner.

"Gngh...fuck...take it easy Chels I...ohoh...",she said as she witnessed Chelsea attacking her with almost supernatural speed, grabbing the ropes and slam down onto her with a bronco buster.
"Ghn! Gah! Ugh! Gaugh! Agh!"
Chelsea relentlessly let her body slam into Finella, flattening her breasts under her, punishing Finella for her words.

When Chelsea stopped, George approached her, helping her up lifting her arm.
"Let's 'ear it faw good ol' EEENGLAAAAAND!",he said and let Chelsea do a pirouette with his help before pulling her close, both eye to eye and kissed her as a union jack made of confetti popped up over them to massive applause.
George smiled as they parted and raised his mic.
"I have to agree with you, Finny...Chelsea is a damn good kisser...",he said with a wink to his girlfriend.

Finella on the other hand coughed and tried to shake the cobwebs as she tried to get up, only to be pushed back by the tip of George cane. "Ah, Ah, Ah, have'nt we forgotten something?",he said and gave Chelseas behind and audible smack.
"Before we start...3 minutes of stinkfaaaaaace!",the announcer cheered and made place for Chelsea as the lights dimmed and some slower music started to play...

[CaptainL]

It wasn't enough for Finella to simply be happy with having Chelsea in such a humiliating position - and Chelsea already knew she was enjoying that far more than she had any right to. No, she had to rub it in, in front of everyone. In front of her boyfriend, her sister, her sister's girlfriend, and all the patrons. She had to make sure everyone knew how humbling a position this was. Yes, the majority of those in attendance were too drunk to remember anything of Finella's taunts the next day, but that didn't matter. Any insult to Chelsea's pride was one she couldn't let go unavenged, and those coming from Finella stung all the more. She hissed under her breath, feeling her body heat up from the inside with her growing rage as every muscle, one by one, went tense. But at last, her time would come. She would have her chance to deal Finella back her punishment - and when it came, the Hellraiser wasn't in the least bit prepared for it!

The next thing she knew, she had been pulled off her footing, and hurled backward into the corner! Finella tried to protest her fate, but no matter how much she tried to talk Chelsea down, the Englishwoman wasn't hearing it! Her feet might have slipped here and there as she charged across the jello-slick surface of the mats, but she wouldn't let that slow her down - not when she had a purpose that was spurring her forward. As she came closer and closer to Finella, her body sank lower to the ground, preparing to spring - and then, she took off, jumping to the ropes and slamming her hips up against Finella's face and chest, again and again!

With each time she struck, and each time she felt Finella cough and spasm beneath her, Chelsea could feel her heart racing faster. Finella was out to call her pride into question, and now Chelsea was proving her wrong! Even after they had made up, she felt just as she had the last time the two of them met in the ring - that vindication, that relief, that smug sense of superiority she was craving all this time - and the rush that swept her up was just as exhilarating as ever! She went faster and faster, all the more encouraged by her success to put Finella through greater and greater punishment. By the time she had slowed down to catch her breath, Chelsea had practically forgotten that they weren't mortal enemies any more. Not that Finella was helping there much, of course.

Either way, George was quick to take Chelsea's side, lifting her arm in victory, and a grin came to her face. Even more so as she settled against his side, joining him in a kiss; she pressed herself close against his chest, wrapping her arm around his shoulder to pull him inward, and she threw one leg around his own, flexing the muscles as though to remind Finella that no matter what these louts had claimed, Chelsea's legs were far better in her mind. Molly hopped up and down, clapping her hands and crying out with "Let's hear it for my sister!!" - but George's encouragment was more than enough to rally everyone in celebration!

Chelsea did blush a little as George brought up how good of a kisser she was - but she was soon shaken back to reality as she looked back at Finella. And when she remembered what else Finella was owed, the look on her face quickly turned to an even wider, smugger grin. Holding her back high and placing her hands on her hips, Chelsea sauntered toward Finella, her strides long and her hips shaking with every step she took as she assumed the mocking, flaunting gait that Finella had so often turned against her. The bronco buster was only a warmup to the sort of humiliation that Finella was truly in for - and now, as Chelsea glanced down to lock eyes with her old rival, a grin flashed across her face. This was something she'd enjoy, all right. There were few places a wrestler could be that were more lowly and humbling than the stinkface. And Chelsea had three whole minutes!

"Ye 'ear dat, Fin? Tree minutes!" She leaned in closer, just to rub it in. "Tree oole minutes! Ye countin'?" Then, she snickered to herself. Turning around and slapping herself across the rear, Chelsea bent lower at the knees so that her behind would be pushed even closer to Finella's face - and she gave a few shakes of her hips before hooking her thumbs in the back of her bikini bottom, and pulling it down just enough to expose her cheeks!

It was just as Chelsea had done to Finella during their street fight, and that was no accident! "Remember this one, Fin?~" Chelsea snickered, looking back over her shoulder at her hapless foe - just before she grabbed the ropes at either side and thrust her hips straight back, shoving her behind up against Finella's face as hard as she could and rubbing to and fro! She had three minutes, and she'd make them count, all right!

[RedShinigami]

"MFFFHHHHH!"
Oh Finella could remember, she remembered all too well...being beaten up and humiliated by Chelsea. It made her wrench, even more then the bare behind of Chelsea and the musky odor between her buttcheeks did. Finella was once again the butt of the joke and the wolf did'nt like one thing about it...

Chelsea would see that even if they were friends now that there has'nt changed anything in Finellas pride. She just had to wait and take it...or did she? Was she known for that? Hell no, why would she do this?
The Hellraiser started to growl like the wolf she was and suddenly her claws latched out, grabbing Chelseas nice behind and shove her forward, making her tumbling with her panties down, giving the crowd a short opportunity to catch some good photos and videos.

Finella herself got to her feet and bowed down, using the ropes on both sides to jumpstart her as Chelsea turned into her direction, pulling up her modesty most likely and speared her into the jello which splashed around everywhere!
"FOOORSTEEEEER!", she growled with a low voice.
Finella did'nt waste any time and started to smack Chelseas head into the soft ring, most likely getting her hair pulled by Chelsea too as they both got at each other.

Suddenly a whistle blew and George and Molly grabbed the surprised fighters and pulled them away from each other.
"Uhuhuh...'ha' was agains' 'he rules miss edelstein. Molly! Love, would you be so kind 'o name 'he rules ov 'his 'hree rounds? our con'estan's seem 'o can' wai' faw 'he ac'ion!",he said while holding Chelsea at bay which was rather tricky as the jello made things slippery and it felt more like holding a rabid honeybadger right now then a lightweight wrestler...

Finella was held back by Molly and even if she just struggled and tried to get at Chelsea she was restrained, making her wonder just HOW good Monis training was...indeed Molly had some new muscles and as Finella was getting hold back by the younger Forster it seemed appearent that whatever Moni had done in the months shaping Molly...it had worked...
"Ghgh...let go! I just knock her teeth in! Gmhhh...ah, I know what George makes, he can buy her new ones!",she protested and splashed jello at Chelsea.
"Ngh, whats wrong Forster? Chicken out, you little fluke?!", she hissed in her usual Hellraiser mode activated.

[CaptainL]

A grin had come to Chelsea as she leaned in even deeper, pressing her behind firmly aganst Finella's face. She could feel her weight sink in against her, and how the Hellraiser's groans quickly turned to an incoherent muffled mess, and it only left her heart beating faster with excitement. She could hear the crowd cheering even louder at such a dominating display - and, for just that one fleeting moment, she was back in the ring in her biggest match of all, dealing out this same humiliation to her rival on the grandest stage possible. Sure, the match had left her beaten and bruised, and by the end it had been an ordeal that tested her endurance physically and mentally, pushing her near to the breaking point. So too, she had come away from the match with a greater sense of appreciation, understanding, and respect for Finella, and she was ready to put all the tension between them in the past, and with it their constant struggles to prove themselves to one another and to outdo each other. But none of that mattered now - now, Chelsea was riding the highs. It reminded her of all the vindication she'd felt in the moment, and somehow it felt even better now!

But lost in the excitement as she was, Chelsea wasn't prepared for Finella to make her move. She barely heard the growl between the cheers of the crowd and how stifled it was beneath her rear. But she certainly felt it as Finella suddenly lashed out and grabbed onto her cheeks, shoving her down - and, in an instant, Chelsea's footing gave out from underneath her, sending her toppling into the jello! The grin on her face quickly fell open into a gasp!

"WHAT-!?" she exclaimed, before her cries swiftly turned to a scream of shock. As she landed with a splash, her hands flew to her groin to try and stifle the lingering pin-pricks of Finella's nails and to cover herself at the same time, and she kicked at the jello a couple of times, struggling helplessly, before she managed to roll herself onto her back and pull her bikini bottom back up. A moment too late, however. That had given Finella exactly enough time to spring on top of her - and the moment Chelsea looked up, she saw Finella flying through the air toward her! She came down with the wet slap of their slick bodies hitting each other, and in an instant, the two girls were lost in a cloud of flailing limbs!

"GYAAH!! OW! Get ye 'ands OFF! W's wrong wi' ye!? Ye nah yer place-!"

Chelsea didn't have the time to formulate a plan - Finella had left her no choice! She threw everything she could at her, aiming at her sides with kicks, slaps, and punches. She didn't know how many hit, but it didn't matter. Her hands flew for everything she could, clawing at Finella and grabbing for her hair as the Wolf yanked wildly at her own. Partly from her own attempts to take control and partly from the fury of their struggle, they began to roll to and fro in the pit, kicking jello up wherever they went. At the sight of the tension ramping up, the bar-goers cheered even louder, clapping their hands and throwing money at the ring. But just as quickly as the brawl had started, it was pulled apart, as George and Molly ran to the scene to pry the rivals away from one another.

Chelsea sputtered and coughed, wriggling in George's grasp and kicking at the air. She snarled and gnashed her teeth, her hands flying in Finella's direction, but it soon grew apparent that she was out of reach. Snorting under her breath, she turned to look back at her boyfriend with a scowl. "Jud!! Let go! She started it, like! Ye nah juss as well as I do dat in der Pewl we finish wha' we started! I'm- AACHKPHFFF!!" She was just as quickly silenced as Finella kicked up a torrent of jello that hit her square in the face, leaving her gasping and gurgling as the taste of lime sank down her throat - and into her nose, her eyes, and everywhere else she hardly wanted it to be.

Molly was having just as hard a time keeping Finella under control - she grit her teeth, squeezing her as tightly as she could as she leaned back to brace herself on the slippery surface of the jello. But she cleared her throat. "Actually," Molly announced, "George and I don't want to see any of that in the match! This stuff is slippery, and people could get hurt if it gets out of hand. If I see any more kicking, punching, biting, hair-pulling, clawing, choking - or anything that shows you're trying to hurt each other - I'm kicking you out. We're going to best of three rounds - and a round will only end with a three-second pinfall, after which both of you return to your starting positions. Got it?"

Chelsea's struggles only ceased for long enough to hear the rules, but when she did, her whole body went slack, and her jaw hung open in a gape. "I...beg ye pardi?" she muttered, looking at Finella with an angry scowl, then back at George with a glare. "Jud, ye nah oo I am and wha' I do, like, and you're only now gettin' worried about us gettin' 'urt? We've done way werse! Let us 'andle it like fookin' 'uman beings!!" Chelsea was a brawler at heart - and she didn't even know how to approach something more softcore. This was going to have to be an adjustment...