The Wolf and the Bunny Pub presents: "Be my Valentine" Match

[RedShinigami]

"Be my valentine Match"
Standard Wrestling Match with lewd moves
allowed and preferred. To win the match you have to kiss your opponent for ten seconds without breaking up

The Wolf and the Bunny Pub

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George

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George Fortunato sighed a little as he changed the bandages on his girlfriends ankle. "You knah swee'hear', 'ha' 'his comes a' a very unfaw'una'e 'ime. We 'ave a packed an' sold ou' 'ouse 'oday bu' no one 'o replace you 'ha' quick.", he said while he finished his work and bent forward to give Chelsea Forsters forehead a kiss.
"Qui'e a bugger, i can'' jus' cancel i' nah an' finella 'as caugh' a taters while you chased each o'hers...", he said while rolling his eyes. Finella, always the jokster, had taken things to far with her boss and friendly rival Chelsea Forster again, leading to a chase into the february snow that saw Chelsea sprain her ankle and Finella getting ill.

George then looked around at the festively decorated pub of theirs, at least he called it that, other people would have called the avalanche of heart ballons and red/pink garlands something else. And then there was the ring and George had'nt spared any expense as the ring was heartshaped, leaving it with only three corners, filled with pillows, a queen sized bed and some stuffed animals, holding hearts in their paws.
"Da ren' faw 'his monstrum alone...", he sighed before his face lightened up. He turned back to Chelsea with a big smile. "I will do i'! i mean, i's perfec'. Af'er all, i am wrestler myself nah. An' wha' be''er 'o 'ave mixed opponen's facin each o'her on 'he day ov love!" he said and flexed his biceps as a lusty grin swept over his face. Tough when looking at his girlfriend it seemed that she was'nt as enthusiastic about it as he was.

"I mean, uh, uhm, only if you'll allah i' ov course...'ell you wha', why don'' you 'ake my job faw 'oday! 'ostin 'he even' an' 'hen 'akin your place ringside a' your favouri'e boys cawner!", he said more enthusiastically and dropped down next to her on the bench Chelsea was sittingon, wrapping an arm around her and softly pulled his girlfriend against him. "Come on, 'his will be fun!", the half italian gentleman said and kissed the top of her head while cradling her by his side. Then he proceeded, tough much more soft and careful...
"Don't worry Alice...your Mad Hatter only has his sights on you.",he whispered with a smile and lifted his hand, before a beautiful red rose appeared before Chelseas eyes like so many times before.
"Promise."

[CaptainL]

Chelsea Forster

Chelsea sank a little deeper in her seat, grumbling to herself as she looked off into the distance. If there was one driving instinct that had motivated her every thought and action through the years, it was her desire - some might say her desperation - to be strong. She couldn't show any weakness. She couldn't be helpless. That had led her to harden her heart and to become the brutish, foul-mouthed, short-tempered woman she was. Ever since she had settled down with George and become co-owner of the Wolf and the Bunny, she had grown more willing to open up, but still, old habits died hard. And she certainly wasn't that thrilled about having a sprained ankle. That meant she couldn't get around on her own, that she couldn't fight, and that she had to rely on someone else. All of the things that, to Chelsea, felt nigh-unthinkable.

"Listun 'ere, it wuz 'er idea ter brin' blewdy Manchester into this-!" she hissed. In her frustration, she pulled away just a little - and inadvertently stretched a sore spot in her ankle, causing her to wince and gnash her teeth. "Ow-!" She let out a sigh, her body deflating as she let herself sink a little lower into her seat. Whether she liked it or not, she had to rely on George right now...but even still, as he tightened the bandages, Chelsea looked up at him with the slightest hint of a smile. If there was anyone she had to depend on, she thought, she couldn't do much worse.

Then, her eyes began to wander across the room, coming to all the decorations George had heaped everywhere. As the showman he was, George never failed to get in the holiday spirit every time a special event rolled around, and after last year's Saint Patrick's Day extravaganza proved to surpass anyone's expectations, she and Finella had been mainstays in the ring. It was one benefit of them working under the same roof yet still having plenty of tension between them, she supposed. If both of them were unable to make it, however, that would surely throw a wrench into George's plans...until he came up with a solution. And it was a solution that caught Chelsea by surprise.

"Wha-!?" The Scouser jumped up in her seat in shock, only to immediately wince as she put more pressure on her sore ankle by doing so. She couldn't have expected George to be this eager to get involved. But, then again, he had been training as a wrestler himself, and the two of them had had plenty of outings as a team, including holding the WFPW Mixed Tag Team Championships together. For that matter, Chelsea was an official co-owner of the pub, so there would be no issues in her taking over his role while he took to the ring. That, at least, made sense.

But then, there was the matter of the match stipulations. It wasn't lost on Chelsea that this was a match that could get a little steamy...which was probably one thing behind his decision, if the look on his face was any indication. But she didn't know what to think about her own boyfriend competing in a Valentine's themed match, right under her nose. "I'm sorry, you're doin' wha'?!"

When George sat down by Chelsea's side, the blonde leaned in against him, letting out a sigh. With her exhale, the tension began to flow out of her body, and she settled against him with her head resting against his shoulder. A soft blush tickled her cheeks as he kissed her on the head, and when he pulled a rose out of thin air, she looked up at him with a smile. No matter how many times he pulled that trick, it never seemed to get old. George certainly had a way of laying on the charms - but that was what reminded her that, as long as she was here in his arms, it was okay; she was loved, and she did have a family. But a moment later, she sighed. This was a lot to swallow, after all.

"I dun kun, Jud...I juss dun kun. It really is a bad 'and we've beun dealt, I suppose, and I dun think we 'uv any uvver options. I can't say I'm gon'ter like it, but...oo am I ter say nah?" She looked back at him, her gaze lingering in his eyes. "All I ask is dat ye win this fe me, ye gorriz?"

Chelsea shuffled a little closer, guiding herself into his lap. It was times like these that she wanted to feel that reassurance that things would turn out okay, and that she was safe - and George was exactly the person she wanted to turn to, in that case. "...One thing, dough. Oo's de bird?" She thought through who George's possible opponents could be, and which of them would necessitate she give him a stern talking to.

[RedShinigami]

If you would have looked into lexicon and looking for "unsuspected", then you would have found a picture of George Fortunato and Chelsea Forster. No one, not even her sister Molly, would have expected for Chelsea to finally find someone who took the stubborn, ruffian scouser for all that she was. Chelsea did'nt seemed exactly like a woman who was eager to share, discuss things or build a home with someone else. But they had managed to do it and both had learned a lot from each other. George had taught Chelsea to be a businesswoman, to be more outgoing and enjoy the little things life had to offer while Chelsea had trained George to be a wrestler, both having formed a Manager/Wrestler team before they became a Tag Team. And the polished, golden title belts right above the bar showed how far they had come.

George smiled as Chelsea creeped closer, whenever he sat next to her she did it, as if out of reflex and George enjoyed the soft, warm forms of his girlfriend against his side.
When Chelsea came onto his lap, he made sure that she had a comfort position before he kissed her. They remained silent for a few minutes, only the soft sounds of lips meeting each other resounded back from the walls of their home. Their home...
Chelsea and George had made their flat above the pub quite cozy and comfortable, it was as if someone had taken an english pub right from the moors of Sussex and had been thrown it into Japan.

George then smiled, as they looked into each others eyes and stroked her hair.
"This will be another premiere for youy darlin', but I am sure you blow the blokes away!", he said. But when she became more serious he sighed. Of course, which girlfriend would not be worried or jealous when her man schmoozed around in a softcore valentines match right before her eyes. But George also mentioned the obvious.
"Darlin' , you know that you would have been in mah place so how do you think I would have felt?", he said with a serious tone. Just before he began to dramatically moan.
"My beautiful sexy girlfriend, rolling aroung in the ring with another sexy girl,wearing skimpy outfits...I'd rather would kill myself then to be witness to this!
No, no, this shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
What if it be a poison which the Friar
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead!", he said with lots of drama attached to it, while quoting Romeo and Juliet.
George had looked to the ceiling but then turned to Chelsea.

"Hehehe...too much again?", he chuckled and then gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Who, she is? None other then the beautiful, stunning, extraordinare...wait she wrote it down...,ah yes, and fabulous Mademoiselle Danielle Degardin! I think she went on a tour in WFPW with us, you know, red hair, lingerie, and this huge, round...blue yes!", he said with a smirk and then looked at the clock.
"And she should be here any minute. Tough, help me out here a little...it could be that I might...have told her that our little pub can fit around...well three times what the fire safety regulations allows us to have in here...", he said with a smirk as they heard the door open...

[CaptainL]

Chelsea did have to say one thing, at least - no matter how chaotic the outside world might become, or how many unexpected twists and turns life threw her way, the Wolf and the Bunny would always feel like home. First it had been where she would go to nurse a drink after a match, be it in celebration of a hard-fought victory or a way for her to drown her sorrows after a loss - when she had ended up in a strange and unfamiliar new world, full of people she didn't know and a language she didn't speak, it helped ground her to have something so familiar so close at hand. But she had grown to know George closer, too - through many a half-slurred conversation, he had gone from being the only other English person she knew to being someone she could rely on; someone who she knew would understand her even when it felt like no one else could. Even when times might have been hard...she at least had George. And when she settled against his side and breathed a soft sigh, something told her that everything would be all right. It always would.

...Though, even Chelsea had her limits, short-tempered as she was. When George threw himself into his usual theatrics, she rolled her eyes and looked off. "Oi, oi! I get de point..." It wasn't lost on her that this meant George would be the one rolling around the ring wearing a skimpy outfit and she would be the one watching him, and that did bring a soft blush to her cheeks, but the fact he would be doing so in something so sensually charged made it a little harder to swallow.

Even so, when George named Danielle Degardin as his opponent, that was enough to make Chelsea jump up in her seat, sputtering in shock. "Ye WHA!?" It was bad enough to imagine George getting this heated with another woman...but with a snobby, uptight French one!? Chelsea had never shared the ring with Danielle before, but she knew who she was - and the mere mention of her name was enough to set off alarm bells. "And ye didn't even tell me about this until now, like? How'd ye evun get through ter 'er anyroad?"

Chelsea wouldn't have time for those questions to be answered, however. Right on cue, the door opened - and in strolled the lady of the hour herself.

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Taking point with her arms crossed behind her back, Danielle looked around the room, examining the decor on the walls. She raised an eyebrow to it all, then turned up her nose. "...I'd call it quaint," she said, "but it's a bit...much. Though, I suppose that's par for the course. Ah, where was I?" Clearing her throat, Dani stepped forward to George, holding out her hand. "Monsieur Fortunato, yes? Bonjour. I should hope you're pleased to have my services tonight...you should remember the pay we agreed on."

From the moment she saw Danielle in the flesh, Chelsea went tense. In this moment, she seemed like the very image of everything Chelsea was not - cultured, well-spoken, and even-tempered, at least for now. And she was the one George wanted to hang around. Her eyes narrowed in a glare and her teeth clenched as she sized the redhead up. Danielle took a glimpse at her, raised an eyebrow, and then looked back at George. "And I do hope that someone won't be a problem."

[RedShinigami]

George held Chelsea close to him and stroked her hair. He knew that this was a side she barely showed anyone, but it was also something she needed to do. George was her main outlet for al frustrations, her worries, her dreams and her hopes and her fellow countryman, understanding the british soul to its core had always helped her out. Her being quite beautiful did help matters too of course but overall George had fallen for her since she walked into the pub the first time. George had slept with many beautiful women, had hooked up with countless pretty girls but it was Chelsea who stole his heart. Not because she was hard to get or because he pitied her or any of this vain reasons. No, for George it had been love at first sight...

Which did'nt meant that he could'nt enjoy the looks of other beautiful women and Danielle Degardin definetly did'nt lack in thaf department. George was about to give an answer as the lady of the evening entered their home George immediatly went stiff, well his body did of course. He took Chelsea and put her off his lap before standing up and opening his arms. George, as half italian, was very much aquainted with the ways and talking of the mediterranian too and so he approached the redhead with big gesture before taking a bow and taking her hand in is.
"Buonasera, signorina.", he said in italian and kissed the back of her hand before looking her into the eyes

(Disclaimer: From now on if a * is seen at the beginning of a sentence, George and Danielle are talking french to each other)

*"I am glad you managed to follow my invitation..And don't worry, the money we agreed on has already been sent to your account. Not that you would be needing it. I.sincerely hope.tough that you will get easy on me today, as I am not as long in this business as a refined and capable veteran like you.", he said with a charming smile.
When Danielle mentioned Chelsea, still in english tough, George knew that he had to calm things.
"This, Mademoiselle, is my business partner, Tag Team Partner and companion, Chelsea Forster. As I am...occupied this evening, she will have the duties of hosting the evening today. I am sure you two will get along just fine, seeing how much money we put into this...", he said and put a hand on Chelsea shoulder to give her a soft push into Danielles direction.

*"Well then, would you care to be shown around, Mademoiselle. I am sure you will find our decor for the evening quite intresting!", he said and offered her his arm. Then he turned to Chelsea.
"Luv, while I show our guest around could you check the bar and open up?", he said before starting to talk french again. They approached the heartshaped ring and George pointed to a door.
*"There will be your dressing, Mademoiselle. An outfit, fitting for the occasion has been prepared for you, based on the measurments you sent.", he said and looked at the ring.
*"I sure hope that you won't have a problem having to face such a common fool like me.", he said with a smirk, looking deeply into her eyes. George pulled out every lesson of charme and seducing he knew to try to get an early advantage even before the match.
*"Have you ever participated in a match with, well...this kind of stipulations?", he said with a charming smark.

[CaptainL]

For many long years, Chelsea had come to see her emotions, her softer side, as something that would make her weak. She had learned to harden her heart and put up walls to protect her from the disappointment of getting too close to anyone. There were only a few select people she truly felt safe around, who she knew wouldn't judge her. George was one of them. More than anyone else, George understood. He made her feel loved. Around him, Chelsea thought, she wouldn't need to worry about anything.

But just as quickly, she knew when to flip back to being the same old Chelsea she'd always been. At the moment she heard the door open, she jumped up; her body went rigid, and her eyes narrowed on Danielle as she stepped into the room. She blushed just a little bit, thinking of how embarrassingly soft she had just been, but she bit the inside of her cheek to quell that. There was no time for weakness now. Danielle was an intruder - she had come into her pub, into her home, and she was talking up her boyfriend as though she wasn't even there. Were it not for her ankle, Chelsea would've been far less forgiving, but for now, all she could do was scowl disapprovingly in Dani's direction. And that, perhaps, stung worst of all - by all means, she should've been able to do more.

George could settle back into his own old habits just as quickly - in his case, as soon as he met eyes with Danielle, he was back to his charming ways. It made Chelsea roll her eyes to think of how liberal he was willing to be with this in front of her. But when he leaned down and kissed the Frenchwoman's hand, it made Danielle smirk. It was about time someone showed her the respect a lady of her class was owed.

"Ah, finally...a true man of culture," she muttered. She nodded her head to George as he got to his feet, following him closely as he led her around. Chelsea was a little less forgiving - as George pushed her closer to Danielle, she grumbled under her breath. "Mmf. Believe me, if I could be in dat rin', I would..." In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wished that her ankle was better so that she could go up against Danielle instead. She certainly had a few things she'd like to say to her - preferably with her fists.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll settle into the role just fine. With that mouth of yours, you might not even need a microphone," Dani muttered, ruffling Chelsea's hair dismissively. The Englishwoman scowled at her as she strolled after George, slipping her arm around his. But all Danielle could do was smirk. If Chelsea truly was injured, there was nothing she could do about it. And perhaps it would be good for her to finally learn some humility.

*"I will say," she continued to George as her eyes wandered over the heart-shaped ring, *"you've certainly gone the extra mile for this event. It's cute. Really, though, you can't possibly expect her to match your talent when it comes to being a master of ceremonies? From all I've seen of you, you have a gift..."

Going into this, Danielle thought the whole thing was a foolish endeavor. But she was quickly warming up. Ironically, seeing Chelsea's frustration had only emboldened her. In George, she saw someone who would truly appreciate her. He actually seemed to know a thing or two about culture, compared to all the boors that mindlessly booed her and dared to say she didn't know anything about wrestling. More than that, though, she could tell how much he was taken by her. She had left her mark on this establishment, and on his heart. It made a tingle go down her back. She was powerful. She was in control - and not even Chelsea could stop her.

Her grin would only grow wider as Chelsea stepped away to the bar, leaving the two of them alone - with no one to come between them. There, she leaned in closer, resting her hand against George's shoulder. She met his gaze with a deep and longing look, leaning in against him little by little until her chest brushed against his ever so gently. George might have been trying to seduce her, and it may well have been working, but he wasn't alone. All the same, Danielle was doing all she could to win him over too! This was as much a contest of wiles as it was a match, and Dani was making her play before it had even started!

*"A match like this? No, mon chere, I can't say I have...but it's a creative concept, I will give you that. You know, you call yourself common, but you're shown a lady far more respect than any fellow I've met in quite some time. Why, I'd call you a truer gentleman than most..." She looked back at Chelsea for a moment longer.

*"Really, do you think you need to bother with her?" Chelsea surely wouldn't understand a word out of their mouths. She wouldn't suspect a thing!

[RedShinigami]

George smiled as he heard Danielles reaction to his charming greetings. It seemed that the vain redhead went right into the trap, tough George had to be sure not to fall into a similar ploy by Danielle. After all, the woman was maybe vain, stuck up and snobby but she was not an idiot. The game George had to play now was as risky as the way a balanacing act at thr circus was. And then there was Chelsea too. His girlfriend would have a lot of questions for him later, that much he knew, but for now his entire concentration was on the french woman and her deep, blue eyes, her milky white skin and...
George bit his lip for just a moment as the two of them looked up the ring and she turned around. In this light, both of them being close to each other, Danielles manifecent good looks were on perfect display and the pub owner had to admit that before Chelsea, a woman like Danielle Degardin was definetly top of the menu for him.

They looked into each others eyes, exchanging sweet words as George took a glimpse at his fuming girlfriend. Without Danielle seeing it he gave her a wink and then smiled got back to Danielle who just came so close that he could smell her perfurme, feel her big, soft breasts, still covered under her blouse and his heart started to pump a little faster as George bowed down, their faces nearly inches from each other.
*"Why...don't you just relax and give my dear partner a chance. Sure, she has'nt the theatrics down like me. But I am sure that we will be in for a surprise...", he said, his breath on the full, soft lips of the frenchwoman.
He came closer and just before their lips could touch his face moved to the side, their cheeks touching as George lips went to Danis ear.

*"But let's not bother ourselves with this. Today, we will share the ring together at the festivities of love. And imagine how it will be...", he whispered as his hands softly took a place on Danielles thighs.
"...up there...in the spotlight...body against...body...", he whispered as his face moved downward, his soft breath right over Danielles neck and to her collarbone. There, George took the upper button of her blouse between his teeth and with a soft tug, helped by the tip of his tongue, it opened. He looked up into her face as his teeth grabbed for her bowtie, pulling at it and open it also while his hands had wandered down her skirt.
*"I can promise you, this will be an attraction you never have experienced before.", he said as his lips kissed the middle of her collarbone while his hands slowly pushed her skirt up, slowly, precisely...

He took Danielle and sat her down at the apron of the ring so both were eye to eye again as George came closer and in addition to Danielle pressing her chest against him, let the alreasy errect member in his pants press against the french womans lower body as he came forehead to forehead with his fellow european.
*"Now, as we have cleared the formalities...", he said, their lips almost touching as he spoke while his hands remained at her thighs and the skirt that had been pulled upward right under Danielles behind. *"...lets not waist any time. I see you in this ring up there, mon cher, and there I will show you why my reputation...preceeds me...", he whispered and let go of the frenchwoman, taking a step back, taking her hand and giving it another kiss.

Then he turned and walked back to Chelsea.
"Alright darling, lets get finished!", he said and when he saw Chelseas pouting face he sighed and pointed to the flower he had put into her chestpocket.
"Always remember. Both in the world of the circus and the wrestling ring...its all about Illusion, Alice.", he said with a smirk and another wink, giving Chelseas hand a short sueeze.
"Well then, lets get dressed and then let the party start!"
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To say that the pub was packed was an understatement. The special wrestling events at certain holidays had became the main attraction of the pub. And even if Danielle was'nt on anyones favourite wrestlers list, she still was beautiful and had a huge pair of knockers to call her own, as an already drunken patron declared loudly and this was enough to garner everyones attention! Now that everything was set, the waitresses clad in some cute heart themed outfits, swarming around the crowd, the old grandfather clock at the bar struck 8 pm and with a dimming of the lights, a spotlight appeared at the ring,.making the crowd cheer. The main event...was about to begin...

[CaptainL]

Danielle might have been a beautiful woman with a tempestuous attitude and an ego that wouldn't be quelled, but she was no mere bimbo. She saw this as an opportunity. She knew she wasn't the first woman in George's life, but if she could impose herself in the situation - if she could win George over with her good looks and charms - she just might be able to cast some doubt into Chelsea's heart, undermining the irksome Englishwoman. That, she thought, would be the perfect illustration of her dominance. She would prove to everyone that she wasn't to be trifled with. It would send a message to all the ignorant boors who dared to write her off as a useless jobber who was only good for looking pretty. The very thought of it sent a tingle up her spine, her heart beating faster in her chest with excitement the more she lingered on it...and just as equally, at what George was doing now, as he drew in closer, letting her feel his warm breaths against her cheek and the side of his neck. Hovering as close as he was, Danielle could feel the slightest hint of his toned muscles against her chest, and the thought of getting up close and personal with him in the ring made her mouth water.

As his head grew lower - his nose and chin brushing up along her neck and chest as his teeth unknotted her tie - Danielle would only scoot closer against George, slipping an arm around his side and letting her hands wander along the contours of his back. The neckline of her blouse fell open a little lower, exposing her ample cleavage and the slightest glimpse of the lacy cups of her bra. Closing her eyes, she let her head roll backward with a throaty purr, pressing herself so closely against George he could feel her heart beating in her chest. If this was the sort of energy George could bring to the match, Dani was looking forward to it even more. Not even just to mess with Chelsea...but to have more of this.

*"Oh, my, Monsieur Fortunato...you really do know how to treat a woman~" she muttered, letting her hot breaths caress the side of his neck. As he hiked up her skirt, she threw her leg around his own, hugging her thigh close to his. *"Perhaps that gives me some indication of why that little blonde of yours sticks around...but you certainly have my rapt attention~" She leaned her head down, looking into George's eyes with a lustful gaze. Perhaps he had won her over with his charms. Perhaps Danielle had done the same to him. But either way, she was sure, the die was cast. This night would surely be one to remember...and Dani would make sure that Chelsea wouldn't forget it either.

*"Very well, then. Allow me to attend to what I must," the redhead said as she drew back, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she stepped away from George. She headed to the changing room, but not before casting a look back in Chelsea's direction with a smirk. She didn't know how much the Englishwoman had seen...but she knew that it had been enough to stoke her rage. And better yet, there was nothing she could do about it.

...Which was precisely why Chelsea looked as disgruntled as she did as George met back up with her. She looked down with a sigh, but squeezed his hand nonetheless. "I se do 'ope ye 'uv a plan," she muttered, looking off. She would believe it if he did, and she would believe it equally as much if George simply got led astray. But there was no stopping it now...and if she had to kick George's teeth in, she'd do so as soon as her leg was in better shape.

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At last, the promised hour had arrived. The pub had been abuzz with half-mumbled conversations, with the patrons all waiting with rapt anticipation of what might unfold - but as soon as the lights dimmed, everyone went silent, devoting their full attention to the ring. And first to come down the aisle was none other than Chelsea herself!

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George never failed to liven things up when he took the role of master of ceremonies, and of course, Chelsea was going to follow his lead accordingly. With just as much attention to theatrics, she was dressed in bunny girl attire not unlike what the waitresses wore under normal hours, but this time in festive pink and white colors; even the fluffy tail pinned on her hip was heart-shaped. She received a fair few cheers and wolf-whistles on her way to the ring, but in light of everything else, she was in too sour of a mood to appreciate them. If it wasn't for that sprain, she grumbled to herself, she wouldn't be here. More importantly, Danielle wouldn't be here. Still, gritting her teeth, she cleared her throat and turned to face the crowd. No turning back now.

"Fine ladies and gentlemun o' de Wolf and de Bunny - welcome! It's Valentines' Dee, as ye nah. De season o' love and passion, o' grand professions and gestes, and overly marked-up chocolates. Now, ordinarily, yous would be seein' me in this rin', but...due ter certain individuals I won't name, dat won't be 'appenin', like." Just thinking of that made her grumble. "Instead, dough, I 'uv de great pleasure ter introduce a fella I kun all o' ye kun well. Eez de face o' de bewzer, de reason we're all 'ere, and de man I'm proud ter call, ed this dee, de love o' me loife." A few cries of 'awww' could be heard. "We're partners in more than juss one sense now, now dat eez takun ter de rin', and de two o' us 'uv come tergether as a team worthy o' winnin' WFPW gold, as yous can see up thuz, like. So, ternight, eez gon'ter be showin' yous lot wa' makes 'im worthy o' de 'onors."

"So, I want everyone ter give a very special welcome...ter Jud Fortunato 'imself!"

[RedShinigami]

Of course George thought about Chelsea. Since he met her it had always been about Chelsea. Tough, he had to admit, the little throwback to the days of the hunt, of seducing the most beautiful girls all around the world, had a sweetness to the memory that George could hardly resist. After all, Danielle Degardine, whatever her inring abbilities were or how egocentric and pompous her character was, was still one of the most beautiful women LAW had to offer, a beauty, exquisite as a flower and as old fashioned as a Hollywood Diva of days bygone. And this was right down Georg alley. He would have been ok seeing his girlfriend and Danielle getting it on but now fighting the pretty redhead herself was something George had not counted on.

When he saw Chelsea a little distressed tough he still felt a little bad tough he quickly reminded himself that Chelsea was about to dip her toe into Hentai Wrestling soon too...against no one else then Finella Edelstein. With George being the official. What would happen there? How far would things go? Maybe this was the perfect testing ground and George was ready to show not just his opponent but Chelsea what these kind of matches were all about. All George knew was that he would go all out. Everything for the entertainment! Life was a stage and the show had to go on! Words by his father that he would always remind himself off.

So when Chelsea introduced him, every doubt, every thought about private things was out the window. Tonight their pub became a stage again and it was time to shine!
As the slow rythms to "Sympathy for the Devil", the Motörhead Version started to resound around the pub, the owner and man of the pub himself stepped out into the light with a banging noise, as his trusted cane spat out a few fountains of red confetti that turned into heart shapes before they rained down on the floor!

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George had entered and the crowd could not hold themselves back anymore as he got cheered, slapped on the back and greeted by everyone. George smiled and took time to shake every hand he had in sight. These were'nt just his patrons, many of them had became closr friends to him and Chelsea over time and to see them cheering him on always made him smile a little bit more. Especially the british community had found a home here in this place and the countless evenings of drinking, laughing, playing pool or darts were something George would not trade for anything in the world. But when he walked up to the heartshaped ring that had pillows, a bed and many other things inside he just could have eyes for Chelsea who had again proudly confirmed whom her heart belonged to.
George got up the apron and slipped through the ropes before he got out of his extravagant outfit.

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He had chosen the colours white and red for the evening as they represented both love and the colours of their beloved home country. He then proceeded to walk up to Chelsea, taking her hand and giving it a kiss before moving forward, grabbing Chelseas behind to lift her up, throw her on the bed and giving her a long and sensual kiss that made the crowd cheer so loudly that some where afraid that the ceiling would come down. George made no secret of his current state of affairs as his swollen length pressed itself against Chelseas barely covered womanhood in the process, moving his hips a little to really get the feeling in before he softly stopped the kiss, looking into Chelseas face.

"Now what are you doing here, there is another opponent that needs to be announced!", he said with a chuckle, kissed her forehead and rolled off of Chelsea. When his girlfriend found back her energy to get back to business tough he would give her, hidden from the crowd, a small slap on her backside. "You and me at the shower lass, after this is over.", he whispered with a boyish giggle and then leaned back, his legs spread open wide as if to welcome his opponent just the right way, who was waiting behind the curtains to be announced...

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For all the reservations Chelsea might have had about all this, she did have to give George one thing - he was being remarkably courteous about all this. He knew that she was hesitant to let George get so close to another woman, especially in so sensual of a match - and especially with a woman like Danielle, who had been so eager to rub everything in her face - but he would make it known in no uncertain terms that Chelsea was still the number-one woman in his heart. As George stepped into the ring, Chelsea smiled to him, and the stern look on her face softened just a little. At the end of the day, she couldn't be mad at him...at least, she hoped she wouldn't need to be mad at him.

But he would definitely keep her attention as he stripped down for the match, showing off his toned physique! Chelsea's cheeks flushed a deeper red for a moment as her eyes wandered up and down his body. He had been working hard on his training so that he could join her in the ring, and she couldn't help but be pleased with the results. She certainly wasn't the only one - a few cheers and wolf-whistles could be heard from the crowd, causing Chelsea to shoot a glare in the direction of a few tipsy ladies in attendance. But she would soon direct her attention back to George, presenting her hand as he leaned down to kiss it. She smiled a little wider - it was a gesture like this that reminded her that, for as much of a playboy as he was, he was still a gentleman at heart, and he was going to treat her like the queen he thought she was.

And he would take it a step further just a moment later, when he practically tackled Chelsea onto the bed! "Mmrf-!!" the Englishwoman gasped, finding herself held down under his weight. She could feel the rippling contours of his muscles all down his body, pressing her back into the soft embrace of the mattress, and her hips shifted from side to side as she ground in closer to him, feeling every inch of his body against her own. She flushed hot all over, and a deep moan rippled out of her lungs and into his. Even when he broke the kiss, she looked up at him dreamily and longingly. George wasn't just a proven champion wrestler. He was also a passionate lover - and he was going to demonstrate that before the match had even begun.

But there was more to be done. For a brief moment, Chelsea could almost forget that there was another woman in this match - but George was quick to remind her of that fact. As soon as she'd heard it, she was brought back firmly to her senses - whether she wanted to or not. She let out a sigh, her gaze hardening. "Mmf...I guess I 'uv ter, like." When Chelsea sat up from the bed, she was far less amused. Of course Danielle had to ruin the moment with the very notion of her involvement. But there was nothing she could do about it now - and when George kissed her forehead and made that offer to her as she rose from the bed, she could at least hope that things wouldn't get too out of hand.

"You'd better win this," Chelsea hissed under her breath in a soft whisper, glancing back at George. "If ye lose ter dat berd, I swear..." But then, she cleared her throat, standing taller and facing the crowd. Whether she liked it or not, she still had one thing left to do...

"And now...'is opponent fe de night! A fella alum o' LAW, and a lady oo's graced de covers o' magazines and catalogues de wirld over, comin' ter us from de centi o' culte in France, and bringin' 'er exquisite tastes wi' 'er wherever she goes..." Chelsea had to pause for a moment to bite her tongue. That was probably the nicest thing she could come up with to say about Danielle, and it still left a bad taste in her mouth. "De one and only...Danielle Degardin!!"

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Once again, the door to the dressing rooms was flung open - and out stepped Danielle herself, standing with the perfectly poised grace of the model she was. With her hips cocked out to the side, her chest thrust forward, and her head back as her fingers ran through her auburn hair, she had carefully arranged her pose to show off all of her best attributes - something that she had learned well in her modeling career. Of course, she hardly needed the help when her body was lightly wrapped in lingerie bedecked with hearts and red bows, perfectly suiting the occasion. Danielle's good looks got her no shortage of cheers, and she met them all with a coy smirk, walking her way down to the ring with her hips sashaying, thrusting her chest out with every step to let her bosom subtly sway. As she came to the ring, she put her foot up on the apron, taking the time to show off her leg, before she looked back over her shoulder and blew a kiss to the crowd - which, predictably, went wild!

A smirk came to Dani's face as she hoisted herself up onto the apron. Just as she had anticipated, the whole pub was salivating over her - everyone, that was, except Chelsea, who faced her with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. But Danielle only met that look with a smug smile, climbing through the ropes and into the ring. She had already marked this pub as her territory and won everyone over. Her first victory against the blonde was complete. And, as she turned her attention up to George, she had no intention of letting that be the last.

"Well, then, monsieur..." she began, resting one hand on the ropes behind her and her other on her hip as she crossed her legs, "I would say we've already made this event quite a success, have we not?~"