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

[RedShinigami]

George massaged Chelseas shoulders and gave her a big glass of water to come back to her senses. He knew that even if they are friends now, their rivalry would never truly fade. But as long as it did'nt end like it did last spring, then everything was alright. Both were headstrong and independet women and George knew that things between them had to be done a certain way. The big picture of their legendary arm contest here proved it.

George whispered something into Chelseas ear, suggesting a strategy, which he was sure Finella would not be able to forsee. And on this he counted. It was dating and someone else as Chelsea would probably fail but the Bunny was known for being an athletic highflyer with the strength coming especially from her hips. So it should work out. At least it would be a spectacle. George gave Chelsea a shot of Whiskey while a Finella gulped down a whole pint of Guinness, grinning as the bell rang for the next round.

She lifted her arms behind her head and smiled.
"Hey Chels, why don't you just lie down and we end this here. You know you don't have a chance against those...",she grinned and shook her goods to the delight of the crowd. But as expected, Chelsea was not ready to play dead for Finella just yet as the athletic English woman shotgunned out of her corner, making the wolf gasp as she got tackled into the jello, splashing the green goo around.

Chelsea was now on top of her and Finella groaned, her head hit the ring under it pretty hard. While she tried to shake the cobwebs the crowd turned and cheered Chelsea on while Finella laid on the floor disoriented, trying to grab for Chelsea but if the liverpudlian beauty went with George tactic then there would be no Chelsea to hold on to as she would be already on the move...

[CaptainL]

Well, it had happened. Chelsea had lost the first round, and that defeat still stung. Sure, it wasn't over just yet - the match was still young, and at this point, she still stood a chance of winning if she played her cards right. But in Chelsea's mind, losing even one round to Finella was an intolerable defeat, and when it had come this early in the match, after Finella had dared to taunt her and go near her boyfriend, made it sting all the more. Chelsea wasn't in this just to win. She was in this to prove that she wouldn't let Finella push her around and lord over her. If she was still coming in second place, that meant she was falling behind - and if there was one person she could never let herself fall behind, it was Finella Edelstein.

George, at least, was doing his part to help. The Englishwoman let out a soft, content sigh as he rubbed at her shoulders, working some of the tension out of her muscles. When he offered her a shot of whiskey, she took it in a heartbeat and downed it right there. But she wouldn't even have time to swallow it before Finella just had to open her goddamn mouth again. Hearing her taunts, Chelsea spat the whiskey right out of her mouth. "Ye say wot!?" she roared, jabbing a finger angrily in her direction. The very insinuation that Chelsea was ever going to sit down and let Finella win was repugnant, and the fact that some of the bar-goers, drunk as they might have been, actually cheered for it made it even worse! Her eye twitched, and her teeth clenched. For a moment, Chelsea was ready to come charging in and pound Finella into the jello then and there. But she stopped herself. Not only was that going to get her thrown out thanks to the rules, she also had a better plan in mind. And as she thought more about that plan, her face lit up with a devious grin...

Leaning in closer, Chelsea came charging straight toward Finella, knocking her to the pit with a splash! Now, with Finella pinned beneath her in the jello, it seemed like Chelsea had gained the advantage. No one could fault her for wanting to push it. But instead...the blonde continued on her forward momentum, ducking her head down and rolling a little further to slip off of her rival. On her knees, she skid forward through the jello and into the ropes, where she sprung back to her feet. And when she spun around, she wasted no time in grabbing the Hellraiser by the arm, giving it a firm yank to drag her back up to her feet!

"Sorry 'bout dat," Chelsea quipped, "but I'm not sittin' around any time soon. And neither ay ye!" Twirling in place, Chelsea tugged on Finella's arm to hurl her into the ropes. Hopefully, she would stay where she landed - because now, she was going to put George's plan into place. She took off as fast as she could in the other direction, using her agility to her advantage; even on the slippery surface of the pit, she timed her strides so that her feet would only touch down a few short seconds each time, preventing herself from slipping. When Chelsea reached the ropes opposite Finella, she'd lean in against them to draw on their momentum - before she went flying back like a slingshot, her rear pointed outward to ram into the Wolf with a keijo-style ass missile!

[RedShinigami]

Finella didn't hate Chelsea anymore. For her she was a good friend that shared many of the things she loved. Drinking, fighting and Bar games for example. They often played late games of pool or darts together with George, the Wolf and the Bunny staff already having become something of a little family in itself. But still, a fight was a fight and a rivalry was a rivalry.

They both could love and despise each other at the same time and nothing showed this more then this evening in the jello. Finella had driven Chelsea to things the english woman never would have even thought to touch with a ten foot pole. They had wrestled in lingerie, now they wrestled in jello, clad in skimpy bikinis and finella was sure if she would push Chelsea enough they would fight each other bare naked the next time.(Not that this hadnt happen before but without a crowd)

So Finella used her old tricks to make Chelsea steam like a teakettle when she not just slapped her with her tits and smothered her out with them. No, two green circles on George white shirt were the living proof Finellas generous bust had imprinted itself on no one else then Chelseas man. And she knew that she could kick a dog or rather hare for a long time but when the topic came to George, Chelsea would become an animal.

And Finella, even if she had counted on it, suddenly realized that she maybe had bitten off more then she could chew as Chelsea slammed herself into her like an english battering ram against the door of an austrian castle. Finella deflated and fell backwards, maybe having gotten up faster, but she had hit her head hard on the edge of the ring, leaving Chelsea in control.

The blonde March Hare, got Finella up again into a standing position, God knew for what, but the disoriented wolf only could grab for the ropes to hold herself upright as she tried to shake the cobwebs away. But before she could even think of getting back into the match, she heard Chelsea, who was much faster and more agile then her, running to the other side of the ring and when she turned her head around to see what was coming she couldnt believe her eyes as she got slammed right in the face by a Keijo style missile attack that made the crowd go wild.

"Gungh!",
Finella got hit directly and slammed back into the corner, the only thing holding her upright being her arms. She looked up and shook her head again.
"What the fuck was that. Are you into bimbo wrestling now?",she said and spat some jello out of her mouth.
"As if your rancid ass couldn't get any more nasty...",the Wolf grunted and came out of the corner, ready to charge into Chelsea...but(t)

[CaptainL]

Finella had tasted what Chelsea was capable of when her competitive instincts were pushed to their limit. Now, she wanted that same drive and that same desire to win out of her, and even if they had since made amends for their old rivalry, the Hellraiser wasn't afraid to dig things back up if that was what she needed to push Chelsea in the right direction. But Finella had overlooked a crucial factor. If she was going to get Chelsea fired up...she had better be ready for what she was capable of throwing her way. Now, the Englishwoman's fury was stoked, and once she was seeing red, she wasn't going to stop until Finella had learned her lesson, one way or another! She might not have been allowed to hit her this time...but she would find a way to make do anyway!

Finella barely knew what had hit her. Almost as soon as she had gotten back up from the ropes, Chelsea was at her again, throwing herself at her even more forcefully! The blonde's rear met Finella's face with the sound of a loud smack, and Finella was hurled back into the corner, the jello no doubt doing no favors for her footing as she slid back up against the post. As Chelsea touched back down on her feet, she was greeted by a cheer from the fans - some to see her taking back control, but some no doubt just willing to cheer for whatever drew attention to her backside. It certainly wasn't something Chelsea was used to doing. But George had been right - she could utilize her speed and agility to build momentum, making her blows land even harder. Besides, even if she couldn't use her fists, there was nothing saying that butts were off limits. George had given the go-ahead himself!

Even after she'd taken the hit, Finella still needed to run her mouth. Of course she did, Chelsea thought to herself with a sneer. "W's dat? Think dee call it keijo 'round 'ere. Ye ask me, I think it's blewdy fookin' stupid, like, but evidently it works on ye, so I'll take it! 'sides..." Chelsea leaned over just a little further, sticking her behind out toward Finella's face, and gave it a teasing slap - just to rub it into Finella a little bit more. "Need I remind ye oo won dat contest?"

Chelsea was hot-headed, but she wasn't stupid. When she had just been goaded into action by Finella's taunts, she knew that the Wolf would likely respond in kind. But she was going to be ready for that. Chelsea did her part to look distracted and vulnerable, making sure her bikini bottom was on straight. She actually did need to do that, considering the soggy feeling of the jello was starting to get to her, but that was beside the point. She was sure Finella would take the bait - and when she came charging closer, Chelsea would suddenly duck down lower while bucking upward with her hips, attempting to bowl Finella over her back and send her down into the pit!

[RedShinigami]

Finella was hard and she was tough. But she was by no means unbeatable, even if she could take more then other women, even some middle or heavyweights. Finella lived of her engery, strength and stamina but also her own stubbornness. Now faced with someone who was just like that, a mirror of herself so to speak, someone who also was a known school troublemaker from the same continent even, she at first hated it. She hated that Chelsea even tried to outshine Moni and her and then she hated Chelsea for hates sake.

This of course had turned and both of them had made peace, they even had became friends with Finella ultimately starting to work for Chelsea so to speak. Never had their be any problem again. Until this evening where the fires of their legendary rivalry got sparked again and Finella got all to aware that a silly jello fight with no punches or harder moves Was not the right thing for both of them. They needed to punch, slam and tear into each other. Not as bad as they had in the past, but harder then two silly substance match bimbos.

Finella snorted like a bull in the arena whom the torero waved the red tag to. In this case it was Chelsea perfectly shaped behind that got many whistles and cheers. Some guys even congratulated George and told him how jealous they were. And George looked at Chelsea who stood so proud. Their eyes met and George, of course very much entranced by his girlfriend gave her a smile and pointed his eyes to the back.

It seemed after the match there was something he wanted to discuss...backstage. But the match was still in full mode and the second round commenced with Finella spitting into the jello, getting up and raising her fists.
"Du klane Oarschwarzn!",she cussed in austrian german and jumpstartesd herself of the corner of the ring to slam into her evenly sized foe only for Chelsea to react just right and flip Finella over with a thrust of her strong hips.

"GWAAAAAH!"
The Wolf let out a goofy scream and splashed into the jello again right behind the triumphant Blonde.
She laid on the floor and gritted her teeth as the crowd cheered chelsea and laughed about her.
The Wolf grunted and looked up to her nemesis who surely would be all to eager to capitalize from her next downfall as well as mocking her with it endlessly...

[CaptainL]

This was definitely out of Chelsea's element. Whenever her temper ran hot - and it had a habit of doing so, even in what was supposed to be a light-hearted contest between friends for the good of the pub - she wanted to throw fists, and whenever that was happening she was well prepared to ensure they flew fast and landed hard. With Finella in the picture, all those feelings could only be amplified tenfold. The two old rivals had tried to make peace, but when both of them were hot-tempered rabble-rousers who would jump at the chance to cause trouble, old habits died hard - and when both of them were looking for whatever excuse they could to throw themselves back into the thick of the fray, just as they'd remembered it, it didn't take long for tensions to erupt. Only here...they were facing one another in a contest that had clearly been designed for people who didn't know what they were doing, and weren't used to taking hits. When she couldn't even clock Finella upside the head, Chelsea was definitely off to a slow start. But in that case, she'd just have to adapt. And even if she needed some pointers from George to set her in the right direction...she was adapting fast!

In a flash, Chelsea had turned the tides! She flung herself straight at Finella, hip-first, and hurled her into the corner. It wasn't quite what she was used to doing, but it did play to her quickness and the speed of her strikes, hitting Finella before the Wolf had any time to process what was happening to her. Even if the rules forbade punches, kicks, and slaps, they didn't say anything about ass missiles. She was in the clear! And best of all, she had clearly garnered more than a little bit of interest from her daring tactics, if the cheers from the patrons meant anything. "Juss keep ye 'ands ter yoselves if yous dun want dem broken," she barked - but she did smirk a little to herself. The attention she was getting meant that she was one-upping and outdoing Finella, and that alone was enough to encourage her.

Even when Finella came charging back toward Chelsea, the Englishwoman was well prepared for that. And once again, it would be her backside doing the honors! Finella ran straight into her ass, and when she bucked her hips up and ducked down, she was able to roll the Hellraiser over her back, dumping her into the jello below! The cheers that rang out were enough to bring a smirk to Chelsea's face, her blonde hair thrown behind her in an arc as she rose to her full height. And it was with a devious smile that she reached behind her and patted her own cheek - she already knew what she was going to do next.

Finella's less-than-dignified squeal as she went down into the pit could only tickle Chelsea further, leaving her emboldened with the thought that she was embarrassing Finella just as much as she was overpowering her. "Excellent cewrdination from Austria thuz, like. Bravo. Tun outi tun" she muttered sarcastically, clapping her hands. But only a moment later, she was ready to go on the attack again. Her strategy was working just fine so far, and she saw no reason to pivot - so she took off in a charge toward Finella, and as she closed in on her, she kicked off her feet and jumped into the air, prepared to come crashing down on her with a hip drop to the face!

[RedShinigami]

Finella and Chelsea. What else was there to say? They were a recipe for entertainment whenever they were in the same room. Two sides of one coin whose only goal it was to outdo the other one in anything. Be it billiards, darts,arm wrestling , serving the most guests or now, jello wrestling. Both women just loved to compete with each other in anything. And now that they were back in a ring to do it, both wrestlers, of course, knew that this was not their usual competition but something about pride, even if it took place in a small pub with skimpy bikinis involved.

Finella grunted as Chelsea explained herself and spat some hello on the floor. "Keijo? You serious? Slapping with your tits makes at least some sense but that? Man, you really are getting desperate Chels, huuuh? Finally accepted whose the better woman?",she grinned and presented her breasts to garner lots of cheers,but also boos... Finella looked around, it seemed that the patrons had split themselves into two fractions and she didn't like that one bit. Still it was even more important then to make her fans happy and so the Hellraiser jumpstarted out of her corner to get Chelsea down and smother her into an early victory.

But it seemed that the March Hare had made her homework as Chelsea fucked down and threw Finella over her with a much too graceful move for this kind of event.

The Wolf landed with a splash, spraying jello all around the ring and gasped as the air was driven out of her lungs.
Meanwhile chelsea looked down on her, which stung more then her lungs ever could!
And of course she had to bring the jingoism into it. Well she could have it!
Being mocked as a proud citizen of Arnold Schwarzeneggers hometown, she herself sounding like a genderbent version of the celebrity, could not accept such banter.

"So?! Better then Liverpool does right now. No Champions League, byebye.",she grinned and looked up to Chelsea.
"You should bet your money on Manch-mmmfffhhhh!"
Chelsea, accustomed to Fins psychological tricks, didn't waste any time right now, ensuring that her offense went on and so she came down with a hipdrop right into the Hellraisers face slamming her head even deeper into the jello and the hard canvas under it.

Finellas lungs still burned, not getting better with Chelsea blocking her airways and so her arms flailed around l, trying to get Chelsea off of her, but the only thing she achieved was to grab the top of the liverpudlian and rip it clean off of her which made George and the whole crowd whistle!
The patron of the bar didn't lose any time to underline chelseas current domination of the Austrian.

"God save the Queen, sitting on her throne! Come on, come on lads. This might be St. Patricks day but where are my bri'ish lads? Gimme a ruuule Brittania!",he cheered and soon the bar was filled with the sound of England's second anthem, underlining chelseas position even more.

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Finella on the other hand did not as good as her movements slowed down, getting weaker and weaker, only being able for a few slaps and pinches onto Chelseas thighs as her world slowly turned dark while one half of the pub sang "Rule Britannia" Could it get any worse?

Her arms dropped to her sides, getting limp under Chelseas behind as George looked at Molly.
"Our beautiful referee, would you be so kind?", he said and while the patrons still sang, as others were booing, it seemed that the second fall went to Chelsea.

[CaptainL]

Of course, Finella still found a way to get a few taunts in. She always did - if there was one thing in particular that made the Wolf so unbearable, it was that she just had to find any excuse she could to lord over Chelsea about how much better she was. But even if the Englishwoman grumbled under her breath, instinctively hugging her arms a little closer to the chest that, Finella was once again reminding her, looked hopelessly small next to her own, she couldn't let it distract her from the plan. And when Finella came back at her in a charge, Chelsea was quick to duck down, leaving her rival to go flying over her back! When her body was already slick with jello, Finella could go nowhere but down, landing in the pit with a wet smack!

A grin came to Chelsea's face as the self-satisfied tingle of a job well done washed over her. She knew she had shown Finella up, she knew that she had taken the lead, and she was all the more eager to rub that into the Wolf's face. But a second later, when Finella got a quip of her own in, Chelsea only shot back with a scowl. She had already made up her mind about what she was going to do next, but when Finella just had to bring Manchester into this...her fate was sealed. She would show her no mercy. And when the Englishwoman was already in motion, she barely had the time to look back at Finella with a hiss before she came crashing down on her, burying her opponent's face in her behind!

"Oh yeah, DAT'S more like it, innit? Already it's so much nicer in 'ere whun I dun 'uv ter 'ear ye squawk on and on about ye bushwa!" Now that she had taken the dominant position on Finella, she wasn't going to relinquish it without a fight! Bringing her thighs closer together to anchor herself atop Finella's face, she began to rock her hips from side to side, grinding her rear up closer and closer against her rival's features. She could feel the rocking and roiling of Finella's body underneath her, but as she was concerned, that just meant she would need to try harder. She wasn't going to get off until Finella was out like a light, if she had anything to say about it!

When she felt Finella's hands groping around her sides, Chelsea was hardly deterred. She was sure that with Finella pinned down, she couldn't possibly pose a threat, and she only rocked her hips back and forth harder to try and shake the Hellraiser's hands away from her. "Oh nah, ye dun! Dun ye remember de rules, like? Nah punchin', nah 'ittin'...how're ye gonna get me off ye now, mm?" Chelsea snickered to herself. There was something vindicating about having the same rules that she had once bristled against, that had kept her down, now being turned back around on Finella. But that grin would quickly be cut short as Finella's hands found their grip anyway - hooking the string at the back of Chelsea's bikini top, and yanking it off before the blonde so much as had time to gasp!

Her breasts fell free, and she was immediately greeted with the cool air on her skin and the wolf-whistles and camera flashes of more than a few intrigued patrons. For a few seconds, her mouth hung open, and her jaw dropped. But she remembered how hard she had worked for this position, and she wouldn't let anything get in her way - the look of surprise on her face soon hardened to a glare! "So, that's 'ow ye wanna do this? Fine!" She wouldn't let Finella do anything to her she wouldn't pay back - and as she leaned over, Chelsea would grab the Austrian's top, pulling it loose too!

The sight of Finella's bare breasts garnered even louder cheers. For a moment, Chelsea felt just a little annoyed at the reminder that she had won the contest of breasts. But those feelings soon subsided as George led the whole pub in song - all of them celebrating the hard-fought dominance Chelsea had won over her rival. Finella might still have been struggling, but everyone already knew that Chelsea was the rightful victor. And as she heard all their voices rise as one, she sat up a little straighter and taller, her grin beaming bright and her naked chest thrust out with pride as she hoisted Finella's top high above her head. Between the thrill of victory and the weakness that was setting into her opponent, Chelsea could hardly feel Finella's attempts to fight back. And at last, her last embers of resistance burned away. Molly leaned down to check, but when Finella's arm fell lifelessly at her side, she gave her signal. Finella was out, bringing the score to 1-1!

"Right on it!" At George's call, Molly bent down to grab her sister's arm, hoisting her to her feet and pulling her into a tight hug. "Yeaaaaah, go Chelsea!! You did it!" Chelsea groaned a little at how firmly Molly held her - "Ow, ow, easy" - but even if the match wasn't over, Molly could hardly pass up the chance to congratulate her partner on a job well done. She almost jumped into the air for joy, but as Chelsea felt her sink lower at the knees, she tapped her on the shoulder. "Not now, Moll, you'll slip and break something," she cautioned. Molly, sure enough, nodded to Chelsea with a "Sorry," and took a step back.

There, the Englishwoman strode forward, looking back over her shoulder at her handiwork, and planting her hands confidently on her hips. Her top was gone, and her bottom had ridden up quite a bit between her cheeks as well, catching all the more eyes - but she still stood proud over her fallen rival. And she did have unfinished business. When she said she wouldn't let Finella outdo her, she meant it - and she was quick to walk over to George, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. "Now that's more like it," she said, then passed Finella's top to him. "'ang dis one from de raftis, why dun ye? Let 'er remember she made a mistake..." But for now, Chelsea could only turn back around to face her foe, waiting for her to get back up. There was one round left to go...

[RedShinigami]

Finella was humiliated before a live audience. By someone that was her friend. And it was her own fault. Finella having learned a thing or two about responsibility after the big feud with Chelsea could only blame herself for how this all went. She was caught under Chelseas behind, smothered in a hot and sweaty world of warm flesh while her movements were reduced to the ones of a turtle on its back.

Yes the Hellraiser had learned that things she did had consequences. But that didn't mean that she had to like it. Around her she could make out George shouting and then loud singing as her top went flying. Well no problem, she was used to being stripped in matches but it was Chelsea that did this and it was Chelsea that had found a way to fight back even in this unknown waters and Finella knew that the last round couldn't happen like this again.

But before she could elaborate she had fallen unconious, laying in the jello, twitching a bit as Chelsea claimed her fall and victory. Thankfully she did not have to see it. But soon her eyes fluttered and she was back again. She saw Molly above her who seemed to check if everything was alright. For a moment tough she saw Chelsea and with gritted teeth she grabbed Mollys breasts and started to squeeze them, but in her hurry the only thing she accomplished was to rip away Mollys striped referee shirt which got a huge reaction from the crowd and a loud holler from an already drunken Harmonia.

When Finella realized her mistake she wrapped her hand around the remains of the shirt and got to her feet while Chelsea and George still celebrated.
"Yo Chels!", she said and in all the chaos with Molly losing her top and the loud cheers, Finella threw the jello soaked piece of clothing into Chelseas face and then stormed at her, jumping at her and suddenly a wild brawl broke out with both girls rolling in the jello slapping and hitting at each other.

George immediatly Rang the bell. "Molly for God's sake! Do your job!", he said and grabbed Chelsea ,pulling her away again while Molly tried to subdue Finella. But the wolf just slapped Mollys hands away and then sighed. "Sorry Molly.", she said in a much lighter tone,gave her friend a short hug and grabbed George mic that was hanging in the corner.


"SHUUUT THE FUUUUCK UUUUUUUUP!,the barechested Wolf screamed. "Yeah you enjoy that don't ya, you slimy little pervs huh?", she said and gave her breasts a slap to make them jiggle.
"Oh sure you do. That's why you are here. But let me ask you. Do you know me?"
At first the crowd looked at each other in confusion. "I said "Do you know me?" Because if you do you know that this whole thing is chickenshit. No punching? No kicking? No slamming? Get outta here, am I right?", she asked as the crowd woke up and started to cheer.

Then Finella turned around.
"Chels, I know that you think exactly the same. So I have a proposal to you! The final round will consist of something of a mixed style foxy boxing match. We get us both some gloves and duke it out with our fists BUT there is no time limit, every wrestling move is allowed. And as our clothes are already in shreds we will change into some new outfit! I think the guys here in would approve seeing us both at what we can do best, huh? What'd do you say? Let's make this fucking bimbo ring our Arena.You accept?", she asked and reached out her hand to Chelsea with a determined look.

[CaptainL]

With the second round won, Chelsea had tied everything up. Both she and Finella had scored one fall, and now it was all down to this to settle things once and for all. For all Finella might have done to try and humble her, Chelsea was still riding high on the excitement that could only come from knowing she had dominated her age-old foe at her own game, finishing her off with a smother that showed exactly the message the Englishwoman wanted to get across about what Finella meant to her. She faced George with a grin, more eager than ever to go ahead into the final round - now, she knew, victory was well within her reach, and she was more ready than ever to follow through on her promise. Finella, of course, was just as determined to win. That fire in her and that refusal to bow to anyone was well on display now - she wouldn't even wait until the next round began to strike.

Molly bent down over the Wolf, blinking a few times as she checked her over. When Finella began to come to, the first thing she'd see through her blurry vision was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, ponytail-wearing Englishwoman with a bunny-ear ribbon on her headband. She had a 50/50 chance - and she picked wrong. The next thing Molly knew, Finella struck, jumping up and grabbing hold of her breasts! Letting out a squeal, Molly's face went a brilliant red as she tried to push Finella away from her. "G-Gaaaah..!! Whoah! Watch where you're grabbing-!" Her hands shot for the Wolf's shoulders with a shove - and right as she did, her foot slipped in the jello, causing her to drop back. With a loud sound of fabric tearing, a good chunk of her shirt came loose in Finella's hand, and what left lacked the structural integrity to keep the remaining shreds from falling loose around her. Before anyone had any time to process what was happening, all three girls were topless, and mayhem was ensuing - all before the match was even up!

"AIEEEEEE-!!" In a panic, Molly's arms shot up to cover her chest. Chelsea spun back around at the noise. "Molly? Wha' in de-" she began - only to be cut short a second later by the sound of a wet slap, as Finella hurled Molly's shirt straight in her face! Coughing and sputtering a few muffled groans, Chelsea went stumbling back, trying to pull it off of her. But it was only a second later that she looked up to see Finella right in front of her, coming closer - and at the same time the Wolf lunged, so too did Chelsea!

Not even the most precise of cameras could have determined who struck the other first. In a flash, Chelsea and Finella grabbed one another and went tumbling into the jello, their arms and legs flailing. They went rolling over one another, causing the jello to squish and splat around them under the weight of their bodies, while every struggle they made kicked up more from the pit around them. They slapped each others' sides, they elbowed each other, they grabbed each other's hair, and they cursed each other in more languages than most pub-goers could comprehend. But the cheers were only getting louder and louder. At this point, the chaos unfolding was a show well worth the occasion in and of itself!

But, according to the rules of the competition, it was enough to disqualify both Chelsea and Finella. It was only because Molly was still in shock that she hadn't intervened by now - but George was quick to remind her of her duties, and she quickly shook herself back to her senses. "R-Right..!" Hopping to her feet, Molly ran to Finella to throw her arms around her waist and pull her aside, while George pulled her sister toward the ropes. For a moment, the two fighters continued to hiss and spit at one another, arms and legs flailing to try and get a hold of their target - but when they realized it was getting them nowhere, they had no choice but to stop. Chelsea panted for breath, her bare breasts heaving with each exhale, but when she looked back at Finella, it was still with a piercing glare.

"Juss lerrus go, Jud! I'm not through wi' 'er!" Chelsea spat angrily. Molly, on the other hand, cleared her throat. Chelsea might have been her sister, but as referee, it was her duty to be impartial and enforce the rules. And in this case, she had no choice. "Ah, ahem...that's enough! For repeated violations of the rules...I hearby declare both competitors dis-"

With Molly threatening to call the action off early, already a few grumbles of discontent were going through the crowd. But before anyone could go home disappointed, Finella broke free of Molly's grasp, sending the Englishwoman staggering back and teetering on uneasy footing. And when she called out to the patrons, everyone was whipped once again into a fervor of cheers and applause. Finella, they knew, was one of them. She enjoyed the mayhem and commotion as much as any of them - and she was just as eager to see it continue!

Even Chelsea, despite her renewed ire toward the Hellraiser, couldn't help but agree. She was right - these silly rules were just holding them back. They wanted to finish this, and everyone else did, so what was the harm? A smile came to her face as she nodded her head to what Finella said, and she took a step closer. Without any hesitation, she grabbed her hand and gave it a firm shake. There were some moments that reminded Chelsea that, for all their differences and their disagreements, she and Finella weren't that much different in the end, and this was certainly one of them. "Aye! Why ay we playin' by this bushwa anyroad? Everyone knows we're made o' terugher stuff, like! We've 'urt each uvver a ool lot werse than we ever could inna pit o' jello! Ye kun wha' I'm like, I kun wha' you're like, and everyone 'ere knows wha' we're all about - so why ay we kiddin' oselves? Let's finish this like de brawlers we ay!"

After a rushed translation from Molly, the collected pub-goers all burst into cheers! The passion Finella and Chelsea had shown was enough to prove this was far more than an excuse to have two pretty girls grapple in jello. It was that, yes, but it was so much more, too. They were fighting with every fiber of their being and with all the effort in their hearts, striving to surpass one another, and nothing would hold them back. They wanted a match where they could let that shine!

Molly, too, stepped closer with a smile on her face. She noted Finella's offer to give them a chance to change - indeed, Chelsea was divested of her top, her hair was sticking out in all directions, and her stockings had split in several places and one had sagged below her knee under the weight of the jello - and then, she had an idea. "Foxy boxing, huh? You know, we're all topless at this point...maybe we should go with topless foxy boxing!"

That offer in itself was enough to draw another cheer. And when Chelsea heard her sister - her sweet, innocent sister - propose such a thing, she looked back at her with a blank stare. "Ehh? W's gottun into ye, Molly?"

"...Maybe I've been hanging around Kennedy too much..." Molly shrugged her shoulders, but looked back at George. At the end of the day, it was his call. But it wasn't hard to tell what the public had voted for.