L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

For a moment, Chelsea heard Finella's offer - that maybe, some time, when all of this was said and done, the two of them might be able to come together as one, and achieve something. Whether it was a tag team or a musical duet, or even just a friendship, the offer was there, and Chelsea couldn't deny that the possibility existed. Much as both girls were keen to deny it, there really was a common thread that linked the two of them. Their aggression, their fierce independence, and beneath it all, the fact that they were just two lost souls, looking for something they could find strength in, and striking out at the world out of frustration when they couldn't find it. If things had gone differently in bringing the two of them together, they could have been friends - teammates, even. That was something that had been on the lips of many a commentator discussing their feud. But of course, it was impossible. With how much they hated each other, and how they both did everything to stoke the fires of that hate, there was no way they would allow it to happen.

But maybe...it wouldn't be like that forever. Perhaps it took the two young women being pushed to the absolute limits of their bodies, minds, and spirits in order for them to realize that, but as they looked into each others' teary eyes, they knew that.

But they also knew that now was not the time. No, this wasn't over. And this wasn't going to be over until the bell had rung. They were closing in on that, with both of them spent to the utmost last reserves of their stamina, but the final blow had yet to be thrown. There was no time for introspection now, in such a moment - they had to see this to the end! And as Finella lifted Chelsea up onto her shoulders, prepared to bring her down with a powerbomb, it seemed as though that end was about to be determined.

But just then, something snapped in Chelsea. At the very last minute, George was able to collect himself, and when he saw his partner and client at Finella's mercy, that switch flipped in his brain. He knew what needed to be done - and he was able to rouse Chelsea to her senses, just in time for her to flip the Hellraiser over into the thumbtacks! The crowd gasped as her body slammed into the mat, shaking it against her impact and jostling tacks into the air. Chelsea, too, was forced to roll over on her side in the tacks. She slowly picked herself up to her hands and knees, her body trembling and her motions stiff as they pricked at her all over; she had to clench her teeth just to bear through the pain. But she had won her second chance. This was going to be her one shot at taking victory back when all seemed lost. She had to take it!

"No...Finella..." she gasped, as she slowly rose to her feet. Her knees knocked together as she wobbled uneasily, but she lifted her head to the sky, her bare skin shining in the lights overhead. She was stiff, she was weary, her hair was a mess, her body was covered in bruises and scratches - but she had to put everything into this moment, right now, where it counted the most! "THIS...is how it ends!!"

Throwing her head back in a roar, Chelsea found herself taken over by some primal force - some warrior spirit, the likes of which could only come to her when all else in her had failed, and the only thing pushing her onward was her sheer will not to lose. With one hand, she tore the tattered remains of the garter belt, the flimsy fabric now shredded from the thumbtacks, off of her waist. With her other, she grabbed Finella by the hair, lifting her to her feet - and then, grabbing her arm, she whipped her straight to the corner, before taking off after her!

She was hoping Finella would hit the corner - as she did, she would leap off her feet with the embers of her stamina, slamming the soles of her feet into the Wolf's chest for a perfectly-timed dropkick! And then, she would waste no time in rolling back up to her feet so she could grab Finella's hair again - this time, pulling her head downward and over her shoulder to flip her to her back with a flying mare, or rather, her signature Jackrabbit Jackhammer!

Finella and Chelsea were two lost souls since they had seen their first light of day on this earth. They never quite fit in, they did'nt find friends fast thanks to their agressive and loud nature and the only people who really loved them were their family and...their sisters. But not anymore. Things had started to change when they came to Japan. Now they had people outside their family who loved and cared for them.

First and foremost Karl Schneider, Ex Wrestler and Reporter who saw the two girls as daughters and who tried to support both equally even if he was in Chelseas corner now. Then there was George Fortunato, Chelseas best friend and manager who was deeply in loved with the pretty Bunny and of course Chris Yukine, best friend, pseudo sister and, teammate and bandmate to Finella Edelstein. All of this important persons had gathered here, showing not only their unwavering support but their love to the girls.

Harmonia and Molly watched at home and the Superstar barely could watch what was going down. Chris had thrown these damn tacks. What was she thinking? What did she do with Finella?

Meanwhile the crowd finally had sprungnl to life again as the heel got her commupance. There was barely something left in Finella to get Chelsea on her shoulders so the punches to the head and the powerful throw immediatly sent her down to the canvas ready for the picking.

It would have been so easy, Chelsea would just have to put her foot on her for a three count, but no, both girls knew how this would end and with a sudden burst of energy, the blonde grabbed Finella and slammed her into the corner.

When the Wolf hit the turnbuckles a shrill scream echoed through the arena, Finella feeling all her bruises at once. But the worst was seconds away as she saw Chelseas naked feet and before she could react she was slammed into the corner with a powerful dropkick that felt as if Chelsea had slammed into her chest.

All the air had been out of her system with the throw so only a hoarse choke escaped her lips as Chelseas legs slammed into her. The once so proud Hellraiser slumped down in the cornee, broken, beaten. At her end. She barely registered Chelsea grabbing her head when she was already flying over her rivals head.

She landed in a nest of tacks and her body spasmed as she bent up, clutching her bleeding back. Tears ran down her eyes and she just got wanted it to stop...and it seemed that Chelsea, with her next move, intended to do just that...

Finella had Chelsea on her shoulders, and the clock was ticking. If she threw the Englishwoman down, there was no chance that she'd even be able to get back up - her body was at its limits, stretched by the sheer pain and suffering she'd endured as well as the fatigue that came from pushing herself to her absolute limits and then beyond even those. But Finella was weary, too. When Finella got in place to make her move, it was too stiff, too labored, lagging behind completing the motions she'd set up. She couldn't bring Chelsea down in time - and all it would take was another push in the right direction to bowl her over, and to send everything toppling down. That was Chelsea's one shot at freedom. That was her out - and she was going to take it, swinging the two of them down with a hurricanrana!

Chelsea was hurt, too. When she rolled off of Finella and into the thumbtacks, she felt each one of the points jab into her skn, and each of them made her wnce and groan, a shudder running through her body. But she shoved herself back to her feet nonetheless. She wouldn't let this stop her. Not when she was this close. Not when victory, and the end to what had been a long feud that consumed every act, every thought, every fiber of her being was right there in front of her. All she needed to do was to reach out and take it, and it was right there!

It was the burst of adrenaline that came from knowing she was so close to the victory she'd always dreamed of that pushed Chelsea through the motions. It carried her through dragging Finella back up, through hurling her across the ring, through chasing her down with a dropkick, and through whipping her over her shoulder and against the mat below. As she picked herself back up, leaving the Hellraiser in a heap beneath her, Chelsea needed to grab at the ropes and lean in against the corner to keep herself up. Her body was dripping with sweat, and as she bent over the corner post, her bare breasts dangled beneath her, rising and falling with each gasp she took to keep the air in her lungs. But she had to keep going. It was all right in front of her!

One more time, that burst of energy took hold of her. It caused her to pull herself up along the ropes - she grabbed at the top, then placed her foot on the bottom, and with one step at a time she hoisted herself up to the top of the corner. There, she turned back around to face Finella. She took one deep and labored breath, and then another, as her gaze narrowed in on her rival lying amidst a field of thumbtacks. Then, she sucked in a breath, swallowed, and nodded her head to Finella, just once. This was it. They both knew that. And Chelsea was determined to bring it all to this.

With that, the Englishwoman belted out a scream as she jumped from the top rope, her knees held out in front of her to slam them down hard into Finella's chest to drop down with a slingshot meteora! Once she had landed, she would reach behind her to grab for Finella's leg, pulling it back to hook it into a pin, as the crowd began to count!

"ONE!!!"

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVBk_Nug0xI

Finally it all ended here in this very ring were the whole adventure had begun. Where an unbreakable bond of love and a hateful, brutal feud was born. Both women that were laying in this ring, side by side, had reached the peak of things they could do to each other and all that went through Finellas head was the word: "Stop!".

Not just because of the pain but also in seeing how this months had brought of them of them nothing but misery. Finella tried to destroy Chelsea, not just inring, she wanted to turn everything she held dear before her very eyes. This was how the Hellraiser worked, but not Finella. After a brutal brawl between the two were Harmonia had opened up to her that she had invited Chelsea to train for the match against her sister, an enraged and hurt Finella had hit the streets finding...

Finellas head turned to the side as she saw George who slowly rose again and Chris. "Chris...",she whimpered. The small rocker had taken care of the broken wolf, nursed her back to health and trained with her for the big day. Chris had become a better bigger sister then Harmonia had been since Finella arrived in Japan. The Hellraiser loved the Rockstar, for her Chris was the only family she needed right now and when their eyes met she smiled a little.


It's ok she formed with her lips as Chelsea rose again. The Austrian heard her english rival but she could'nt do anything about it anymore. Nor did she want to. It was over and Chelsea took the victory, proving that she was the better one all along. And she was. That was the reason why Finella wanted to keep her down. She knew that if in their first match it had been about pins and submissions that Chelsea would have beaten her and this knowledge paired with Harmonias scolding after the match had sent Finella into a blind rage, allowing the Hellraiser to take full control and killing of all the love and charme she had to offer.

Chelsea was another predator in her hunting grounds and she was eager to chase her away. Now after all was said and done there where only blood, sweat and tears and deep regrets. Their sisters loved each other and Chelsea and Finella had so much in common. It should have been the other way, they should have liked each other. Two lost souls, finding some comfort in their common hobbies. Instead they fought over their differences.
It was like this with every war. First the differences and then the common ground.

It was an ironic twist of fate that the english had occupated Styria from 45-55. It was as if all pieces fell into each other. There was only one last thing left to do. Finella had to beaten. Only if they finished this they really could think about getting better...maybe even becoming friends.
When she saw Chris approach she smiled again and slowly shook her head.
No she formed with her lips and closed her eyes right when the naked, battered form of Chelsea Forster leaped of the ropes and onto the Hellraiser.

The crowd held their breaths as were George, Karl and Chris. Not a sound could be heard as the March Hare went airborne, leaving behind every loss, every bad memory, soaring right into her future. Finellas face was calm, awaiting what came. A british bomber destroying an austrian iron factory. The explosion came, hard, brutal and left nothing but rubble.

Finella was out, her world went black immediatly. The pin was a formality.
TWO!
THREE!

HERE IS YOUR WINNER, FROM LIVERPOOL ENGLAND, THE MARCH HARE, CHELSEAAAAAA FORSTEEEEEEER!

And with that everything errupted, the crowd cheered so loud that the roof was close to blast off! Karl screamed and pumped his fist into the air as he jumped into the ring and helped Chelsea up. "You did it! You did it Chelsea, I am so proud of you!", he said while tears were running down his face lifting her up and hugging her tight.

And when he let her down Chelsea felt a hand on her shoulder and when she turned around the lips of George had pressed themselves on hers, having the crowd cheer even louder. "You did it sweetheart... You really did it.", he smiled and pulled out his handkerchief, carefully cleaning Chelseas face. "You have to look good for the pictures and...", he looked down on her.
"Maybe we should find some clothes for you...", he added. The medical stuff was on its way because Finella did'nt move a muscle anymore and Chelsea was only held up by George, still, this was the biggest evening in the lives of everyone involved... Now it was time to heal. The outside and the inside.

After George ran out to cheer on Chelsea in his... unique way, Chris came back up to the middle of the ramp with her arms crossed. The flame seemed overall fine, so she figured it was good to leave him be. She was watching the action between the two, only half paying attention. The sight of Finella's state, how bloodied she was and how she could barely stand on her own. Fin was a tough bitch, the Hellraiser. The rocker had to believe she was fine.

But even so she couldn't help but dig her nails into her biceps, trying to keep her breathing even instead of staggered and shallow. She was scared for her partner, her bandmate. And more importantly, her sister. Since that meeting in the park, where even if she was still beaten horribly it was still better shape than the Austrian was in now, the two had quickly bonded and grown very close. When the wolf called her 'sis' for the first time, after years of the closest, healthy bond being her uncle who basically ensured she didn't die and gave her the bare minimum attention, she was happier than she could ever remember. Her songs blowing up, her first day training, signing to LAW, all of it didn't compare. She may not have the experience with sisterhood Fin did, but it felt right.

The small girl was scared of how Finella would end up after this finally concluded, win or lose. When they were planning the Hellraiser's entrance and discussing some plans for the fight, she felt at ease. Even in the early exchanges she still felt well. Yet now, seeing how far these two women went at each other and how bad a shape the two were in, any hope she held died. Chris was turning back to the little girl who cried her eyes out as a fire fighter pulled her from a burning building. She wanted to run to Fin's aid, shove Chelsea off and stomp her down into the tacks or toss her into the corner post or anything that would make sure her sis would be fine. But she knew the wolf wouldn't want that, so she was stuck in place.

Even older and tougher, the rock star was again unable to do anything as someone she loved got hurt badly.

THREE!

The final count and resulting crowd cheer shook her from her thoughts. While the big Austrian came in to help Chelsea up and celebrate, George finding the strength to get in the ring and give the scouse a kiss, Fin still laid unmoving on the littered mats. "Fin!?" She quietly exclaimed before moving to the Hellraiser. Each step felt heavier as she got closer, praying to whatever and whoever that Fin was just exhausted. She was the hardcore Finella, a girl who fought for her life for six years, kept herself from getting killed or raped on her own. She had to be fine. "She had to be fine." Chris didn't realize she was saying it all aloud, her panic drowning out everything else.

After what felt like forever, she was finally in the ring and knelt down beside Finella. The tacks dug into her kneepads, but she barely noticed as she rejected reality. "O-oi, Fin.... Fin.... G-get up, c-come, come on..." She whimpered, patting the wolf's cheek lightly to no avail. "Fi-finn.. A-aibou. Ff-finn..." Her breathing grew shallower, her heart felt tight and tears started flowing uncontrollably. "N-noo.. Please n-nonno." Before Chris knew it her arms wrapped under Finella's armpits and pulled up into a gentle hug. "Not again... I.. I don't want to be alone again..... FIn.... P-please... Pl-lease wake up and s-say you're-you're-re fi-fi-fiiine... *hic*"

Her arms squeezed tighter, hopefully not hurting her sister. She couldn't form words anymore, wishing she was wrong. It was only a few months they spent together. But those were the happiest few months Chris ever had. It was a warmth she hadn't thought she could feel. And she feared that was all over. A light extinguished because of this hate filled feud. All Chris did as she tried to reject this was reality was hold her sister against her, fighting back her sobs as her tears mixed into the blood that coated Fin.

"THREE!"

Chelsea heard it, too. And when she did, for just a moment, she didn't even believe what she was hearing. As soon as the number was called, Chelsea could feel the adrenaline spike in her veins, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. After so many long months, years even, of letdown and disappointment, of her getting herself worked up in anticipation of the victory she needed to finally turn her luck around, to prove she really did deserve to be taken seriously and respected, only for everything to come crashing down around her in the end, the Englishwoman saw no reason why the same thing wouldn't just happen again. She had gotten used to it.

But this was different. Now, the stakes couldn't be higher. Chelsea was in the midst of a match that meant more to her than any she'd been in before, against a rival who was a far greater and more persistent threat than anyone she'd faced in her life. Nothing before could ever compare to this - the Carnival Girls were just annoyances trying to settle a score, but Finella was truly Chelsea's mortal enemy, a force that had inspired nothing more in her than terror and hatred. She couldn't let this match end in any way other than her undisputed and unquestioned success; she just couldn't live with such a thing! She wasn't just trying to beat Finella, she was trying to prove that she really was capable; that she did have a future. If Chelsea lost, it would be the final nail in the coffin, proving that she truly was hopeless. But if she won, she would show everyone she belonged here.

And now...she had.

The tears began to well up in Chelsea's eyes as the realization set in. She looked up from Finella's body, a tingling sensation running over her. Once again, her breaths quickened, but not out of fear or pain, but of excitement! The exhilaration that came from such a victory, a victory that meant so much to her, was almost too much to bear. It seemed too good to be true - but she knew it had to be true. Nothing Chelsea had gone through on this night was anything she would ever forget. It was all far too real.

"I WON!" she called out, her voice devoid of her usual grumbling frustration. Now, she was soaring on a rush of pure joy, and as she jumped off of Finella and into the air, waving her arms to the sound of cheers and applause, her eagerness made her forget all the aches and pains that should have wracked her body. It was with a new energy that she ran to Karl and threw her arms around him, hugging him as tightly as she could. Once again, her tears dampened his shirt, but this time, they were tears of joy. "I did it, Karl...I really won..."

Then, she turned to face George - and when she did, he immediately pulled her around into a kiss! At first, Chelsea's eyes went wide, and her cheeks flushed, caught by surprise. But then, the tension in her body began to let loose. She let out a breath, settling in against George as she returned the kiss, and her hand brushed gently along his side, coming up to rest on his shoulder. Normally, she might have been frustrated with his advances. She might have found him annoying. But tonight...tonight was different. Just this once, Chelsea could allow it.

When she broke away from George, her eyes were soft and half-lidded, and her lips settled into a smile. Even if she was bruised, bloodied, and with her hair in a matted mess, she looked practically radiant, bathed in the glow of her happiness, her relief. It felt like these long months - perhaps, even, Chelsea's entire wrestling career - had been leading up to this moment. When she looked back at George, she nodded her head, her words coming in with the softest of exhalations. "Yeah...I did, didn't I...?"

That was, before the next word out of George's mouth caused Chelsea to glance down and remember that she was standing in the middle of the ring completely naked. Let alone that she'd kissed him like this in front of everyone! Her face going red, she quickly cracked a slap across George's cheek before covering her chest. But then, she let out a sigh, slumping in against him; she might have been fired up, but fatigue was rapidly catching up to her, and her knees were beginning to knock together, her legs unable to bear her own weight.

"Ah, erm...actually, Jud, rite now, I think...I juss need ter lie down a few..." Holding onto George, Chelsea turned back around, her glazed eyes looking back at where Chris kneeled sobbing before Finella's lifeless body. For just a moment, she froze, going pale, and her breaths quickened. That was when it hit her. The bond that Finella and Chris shared was more than them just being business partners, or partners in crime. No, they were sisters in spirit, just as much as she and Molly were...and in her attempts to settle the score, had she, inadvertently, done this to someone who cared about the Wolf as much as Chelsea cared about Molly? And for that matter...had she and Molly grown too distant? Had she gotten so caught up in proving herself that...she would throw everything away..?

Chelsea couldn't stay and think that. Her body was growing heavy, and her vision was growing dark. Her fingers tightened around George's suit as she pressed against him, steadily slipping lower and lower to the mat. It was over, now. She could rest. She just needed...to lie down...

Winner by Pinfall: Chelsea Forster

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