Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)

[RedShinigami]

Finella had grabbed her opponent and put her in a sleeperhold, her strong arms wrapped around the neck of Chelsea.
"Motherfucker...how do you like that ,huh? Thought you can come here, to MY place and thought I won't fucking bash your brains in for it?
You are dead, you are so fucking dead, Chels!!!", Finella growled when they got into a laying position at the benchpress, over them was the barbell without any weights attached to it as they struggled.

Chelsea making her gimmick all honor, struggled and kicked around like a Bunny in a trap but Finella held her tight.
"Hold still...it will be over soon...", her low, growling voice appeared next to Chelseas ear.
"You are a fucking weakling, look at you. We fight for 3 minutes and I already have you down...reminds me of your other matches. If it were'nt for Molly you would have the Loser Belt right now. Molly...was always the better one of your team. You are just holding her down...", she grunted in what was half truth and half psychological warfare.
In a feud, so absolutely hatefueled it was'nt quite clear what was real and not but Finella just knew she would have struck a chord with her words.
"You trained her yes and now she is better then you could ever be!", the Hellraiser dripped her poison right into Chelseas ear while holding her down, humiliating her again...
Finella looked up and saw their reflection in the big glass wall of the gym.

She grinned.
"Up we go...", she said and shoved both a wheezing Chelsea and her up.
She came down with Chelsea still in the sleeperhold, before the big mirror, looking at their reflection as she stretched her legs,pulled them over Chelseas and spread them far...so far she could probably muster.
"Look...", Fin grinned as Chelsea saw herself in the mirror, in the grasp of her rival, helpless...
"Look how absolutly pathetic you are Chels...the story of your life right before your eyes...", she grinned, each word was like bitter bile dripping into the Bunnies ear.
"Better give up now..."
She spread her legs more and Chelseas shorts burried themselves deeper into her crotch...
"Say, "I give" or no...better..."Oh Cheerio, please unhand me Finella, I know I am not as strong and beautiful as you, so please let me go...or no better...call me "Your Majesty"...", she whispered and taunted her in an fake englisch accent while their reflection starred back at them...
What would happen now that Chelsea was on her boiling point?

"My girlfriend, my hype girl, my manager and from time to time my partner. I think we can go far Darling.", Harmonia said while holding Mollys hand, chuckling as the face of Molly lit up.
How Harmonia loved her.
Molly was everything she ever wanted and more.
She cheered her up when she was sad, she always was there for her, listened to her, was patient.
Maybe because she was Chelseas sister.
Harmonia thought about it and was sure that growing up with a strong and lively character like Chelsea shaped Molly in some form.
Would Molly have turned out otherwise if she had'nt such a whirlwind as her sister?
Harmonia honestly did'nt knew but she was glad how things turned out.

She liked both. And calling them family was something that really got to her heart.
They were family. Molly and her were family.
After Harmonia lost it all six years ago, Finella, Molly, Chelsea, Sheila....they all came into her life, to stay.
She just looked down at Molly and hugged her tightly.
"Please, just never leave.", Harmonia whispered and then smiled at her.
"I knew you would love the idea! Uh, Hey Molly...what is it?"
Molly started to calm down and look over her shoulder and Harmonia got a little worried.
"Sorry...did I say something wrong?", she asked.
Then she heard it.
What about Chelsea?
Yes...that was a good question that was not easy to answer.
Of course the british bunnies lived and were vital as ever but still, it seemed that some steam was running out of them especially after their loss at we are LAW.

They had some matches but nothing to write home about.
The Bunnies came back into the headlines when they had their fateful Capture The Flag Match against the Autstrian Empire, simmultaniously kicking of Finellas and Harmonias career to new heights.
Harmonia and Mollys relationship and Finellas and Chelseas feud were the talk of town at LAW, everyone was asking about the future of the British Bunnies and as far as Harmonia was concernd she had an answer.
But this was Mollies and Chelseas Team they built up carefully. She never would try to step between the sisters. She loved Molly too much to hurt her like this.
So she did the reasonable thing.

"Hey...talk with Chelsea about it. There is room to be in one then more team. You can be a Bunny and a Superstar, ok?", she smiled and hugged Molly tight.
Now it was time for Harmonia to provide Molly with help and she swore herself she would do everything to make Molly smile. Absolute everything.
"I just thought...when some assholes try to hurt you I would right be there...to send them directly to the graveyard.", she chuckled while she held Molly, the wind sofly blew around them as they stood there by the lake, arm in arm, softly whispering.

[CaptainL]

Outside of the ring, with no one else around, Chelsea and Finella had free reign to do whatever they wanted to one another. If this was an ordinary match, someone would have surely stepped in by now, if only to stop the two women from tearing each other limb from limb. Now, though...nothing was off the table. Chelsea could hardly look at Finella without feeling the anger well up inside her - and now, all of that rage could be let out, explosively and forcefully!

The Englishwoman snarled now, pinned down on top of Finella as her rival squeezed her arm tightly around her throat. Chelsea tried twisting and turning from side to side, attempting to yank herself free; her legs, too, kicked up in the air in a desperate bid for freedom. But nothing worked. Nothing could make Finella so much as budge - and all of that was only making Chelsea's anger bubble up more and more.

And if being so hopelessly overpowered and humbled by Finella wasn't bad enough, the Hellraiser wouldn't stop there. She knew she had a knife in Chelsea's side, and she twisted that all the more in reminding her of her less-than-stellar record. At once, Chelsea's eyes opened wide, and a gasp was stifled in her throat as she let her jaw drop. "No-!!" But try as she might...Chelsea couldn't shake the thought out of her mind.

She hated to admit it, but Finella was right. Even when she and Molly had gone to the biggest stage of their career at We Are LAW...they had still lost. And every time they faced the Carnival Girls as a team, they could never quite beat them. Molly, meanwhile...Molly had nearly taken Harmonia down, and were it not for her freezing up in the heat of the moment, she had everything set up to win the match. Whenever the British Bunnies took to the ring, she was the one everyone cheered, the one everyone wanted to see win. The one who got their praise and their affection, while Chelsea herself was just met with confusion, if not outright boos. Chelsea swore she wouldn't let it get to her - that she wasn't doing this for anyone but herself. But even then, it seemed like she wasn't getting anywhere. Molly was younger, less experienced; she wouldn't even have become a wrestler at all if she hadn't begged for her sister to train her. And yet...she still, somehow, was doing this better than Chelsea herself was.

A shiver went down her spine, and her fist tightened into a white-knuckled grip. Chelsea was determined to swing out and hit something, even if just to let her rage be known. But when Finella had her caught, not even that was working! Eventually, Chelsea was pulled up from the bench, but only in time to be dropped back down once again, this time with Finella grabbing her legs with her own and forcing them out to the sides. She was trapped, and no matter how many times she tried to buck with her hips and pull free, it only caused her to wince with pain as the ligaments in her aching legs were stretched further and further. And through it all, she was vulnerable and on display. While there was no audience, Chelsea could see in the mirror how helpless she was to fight back against Finella. She could see how her legs were being stretched apart, her groin practically exposed from how tightly her shorts clung to her body. And all the while, she had to listen to Finella mock her!

"SHUT UP!!! I SAID, SHUT UUUUP!!" Chelsea bellowed. The pressure on her throat no longer meant anything to her; now, Chelsea's anger simply couldn't be contained. Even if the sleeperhold made it hard for her to breathe, let alone speak or fight...she wouldn't dare let Finella get away with this unpunished! She had to do something! And when all else failed...Chelsea would look down, seeing the arm around her neck. She bent in a little closer, fighting against the pressure enough to lift her head up, and leaned in to bite down as hard as she could on Finella's arm!

On her end, Molly heard Harmonia describe all the roles she would play in their future, and she looked off bashfully, a warm glow coming to her cheeks. She was excited about it all, and she knew that the next chapter of her career was yet to come - a chapter that would prove to be an exciting one indeed. Yet, no matter how much Molly was eager to play such a role in the days to come...she still couldn't get used to how much she would be to Harmonia. She truly was the whole world to her.

But soon, her tone grew colder, as she thought back on the promises she had already made to Chelsea, and how that would affect things between them. She looked back over her shoulder, looking at Harmonia - but as the Austrian threw her arms tight around her, she smiled. She nodded her head in turn with whatever Harmonia said. Harmonia vowed to protect her, no matter what, she thought to herself - just like Chelsea had. Maybe this wouldn't be so different after all.

"Heh...alright," she said. "I'll talk to her about it. But no matter what she says...I promise I'm going to stand by your side, no matter what. It means too much to put all that aside." With a smile, Molly reached for Harmonia's hand, and she took in a breath of the chill air as she gave it a gentle squeeze.

[RedShinigami]

Finella just did'nt want to break Chelsea physically, but mentally as well.
Everything, cordial or respectful, small as it had been anyway was blown away by Chelseas invasion and blatant lies.
Harmonia would'nt betray her like that. Never.
Molly was ok, in fact, since they talked, Finella really started to like the younger Forster.
But not Chelsea. Chelsea was her rival,Chelsea was the thorn in her side, the monster she had to slay before arriving on the top.
She grinned and saw Chelseas shorts dissapearing into her crotch and with both of them sitting in front of the mirror, Finella sent a strong sign of dominance.

She was the Queen here and Chelsea should'nt even dare questioning it.
The Hellraiser thought about what she should do with her victim when Chelsea finally passed out.
"Maybe...I bind you to the bed, strip you and make some photos for the good people of LAW, what would you say?", she chuckled into the englishwomans ear and stretched her legs as far as she could...the contours of Chelseas womanhood where now on perfect sight under the black fabric of the training shorts, making the whole domination of Finella even sweeter as the Hellraiser started to laugh.
"Hmm...whats that huh..", she grinned and one arm wandered down...stopping between Chelseas legs.
"Oh...how I could humiliate you...", she whispered but she would'nt. It would have made her feel good at some point and Chelsea did'nt deserve anything good, not a tiny bit. Still her fingers trailed over the thin fabric, feeling what was under it, and ran her index finger up and down while applying pressure.
But not in a kind way, not in a gentle way, not even in a sexy way, it was a pure and utter sign of dominance from Finellas part and Chelsea must have gotten the message as she withdrew her hand again...


"To think I would lose against a loser like you Chelsea. Seems to be in your genes, british women don't fare too good at LAW, maybe you should just go to the British Bombshells and remain at bottom. Thats what the fans want anyway..."
Finella not only twisted the knife she disembowled Chelsea with it.
Every word dripped of hate and stung like acid.
The thought that her opponent could come back never crossed Finellas mind.
In her world, she had already won...then came the bite...
"GAAAAAAAH!", she screamed and let go of Chelsea, looked at her arm and whimpered.
"Are you crazy! You stupid piece of shit?!",she screamed and held onto the wound that was'nt bleeding but if Chelsea had bitten a little harder then surely the first blood would have been shed...but looking at Chelsea, Finella had the impression that the first blood was'nt far away and she desperatly tried to get up and assure that it was her who would drew it...
"You want it that way? Fine by me, we do it that way. No holding back, bitch! Until one of us is'nt breathing anymore...", Finella snarled and tried to jump at Chelsea who leant against the mirror...



Harmonia smiled.
"That's all I ever needed to hear.", she said and kissed Molly again.
Kissing each other, in public especially, was something Molly was a little embarrassed about, not because of Harmonia,
but the looks from other people.
Here...there were no other people and even if they had been, Molly has gotten more confident since their night together.
The sun of the afternoon and the crystalblue sky above them were nothing but good omens for the two lovers who stand there
and held each other tight.
"Promise...I will protect you. And always be behind you.", she whispered softly into Mollys ears.
They held each other, they stood in the empty park with the small lake, arms wrapped around each other and talking sweet words into each others ears.
It was too good to be true.
"I am sure we are working something out that helps us all. But Molly just imagine us together...how big we could get. Honestly I was really exicted to tell you my suggestion but did'nt find the right time yet."
She lifted their intertwined hands and looked at them while her cheek pressed against Mollys as they looked at their slender fingers in a tight embrace.
"We will have so much fun."

[CaptainL]

Every word out of Finella's mouth was sending a shiver up Chelsea's spine. Her teeth were clenched tightly, and the corner of her eye twitched. It wasn't just what she was threatening to do to her - though by all means Chelsea couldn't abide by such threats. No, the mere fact that she had ended up here, at Finella's mercy in the first place, was a blow against her and her pride that she simply couldn't endure!

"Ye...ye fookin' witch..." Chelsea groaned under her breath, her voice little more than an icy whisper at this point. Her body trembled with each word, and she looked back at Finella with fire in her eyes. She felt Finella's fingers trace along her groin, and her touch sent a tingling sensation through her body, one that made her grow tense as she sucked in a breath and held it there between her clenched teeth. Finella was taunting her. Chelsea knew that. She would never be in a position like this if the Hellraiser wasn't so frustratingly confident in what she did to think she could get away with it. And even when Chelsea stifled a moan from the sensation, it made her cheeks flush a vivid red, one born from rage as much as it was embarrassment. The thought that she would act this way, consciously or not, was unbearable! She knew Finella would be satisfied with her efforts, and she deserved no such satisfaction!

She tried to twist and turn, shifting her hips from side to side to try and force her way out of the hold, but it wasn't working. Finella's grip was just too strong! If the Englishwoman was going to escape, she'd need to resort to more drastic measures. And if that was the case...

Chelsea felt her teeth sink into the skin of Finella's arm. Her taste almost felt sweet - if only because it meant that Chelsea was seeing a much-awaited comeback! At once, the pain caused her rival to let go of her, and Chelsea was shoved forward. She rolled onto her knees, groaning and panting for breath; her forehead lay against the glass of the mirror, and her breath caused fog to form across its surface. But in the reflection, Chelsea could see that Finella was coming closer. She was about to be on her - and Chelsea couldn't dare let that happen! Thinking quickly, she reached behind her to grab Finella by the head, attempting to use her own momentum to pull her head-first into the mirror with a DDT!

Meanwhile, just a few miles away, none of the chaos and commotion reached Molly and Harmonia. Molly let out a sigh, holding close to Harmonia's hands as she let her body rest against her side, and a smile crossed her face. When she met eyes with Harmonia again, it was with a nod, but she looked back out at the horizon, feeling the cool air against her skin. Between the two of them, everything was as it should be; there was nothing else in the world now to bother them. "I'm glad you did, Moni..." she said. "And when it happens, I'm happy to be right by your side for it."

[RedShinigami]

All that Finella did to Chelseas body, choking her, spreading her, fondling her...
All of this was a sign of dominance against her rival, the low lifeform in her hands, the lesser sister of their quartett.
Finella and Chelsea were gangleaders who fought over territory, but not just the Eagles Nest, this was just the small part of a bigger picture.
The Austrians were new to the squared circle of LAW and they beat the Bunnies, even if the Bunnies had good chances of getting to them.
Harmonia was a formidable fighter but Molly still had more experience. If this little "coincidence" had'nt happened the british girls would have won.
And Finella knew that.

She knew that both she and Moni fought hard but the Bunnies neitherless kept them at their feet and for every blow Finella sent into Chelseas body, Chelsea returned the favor twice.
In a way she had respect for the fellow brawler, willing to get at each others throat until one could'nt stand anymore was a honorable thing.
But the Brits made a mistake, namely making Harmonia changing the sides...
Deep inside Finella knew that Harmonia had invited Chelsea, she knew, but she would rather bite her tongue of as to admit this betrayal by her beloved sister...

She also knew, and felt, what Chelsea had did to her body.
Finella, as Chelsea, needed long to heal from the wounds they ripped each other and now they were about to go all out without someone stopping them.
Finella knew that total annhilation of her opponent could be the only outcome.
Whatever would happen today was just a foreplay to PPV and if things escalated this much today...what the hell would happen with them at We are LAW 5?

Finella lunged at Chelsea, ready to jump her before the Brit turned,grabbed her head and sent her headfirst into the mirror.
THUD! CRASH!
The sound of bone and flesh hitting the mirror and the material breaking was a sick one that echoed through the gym.
"Ghn..."
Stars exploded before the hellraisers head and next to the dull and throbbing pain in her head, suddenly there came another pain, sharper, messier and oh so familiar from her days at the underground wrestling...
Her fears were confirmed as she opened her eyes and saw the nasty little wound on her head.

//Great...//
Finellas body was sprinkled with small and big scars, the most prominent one being the one over her right kidney were a screwdriver had threatened to kill her if it had gone two millilmeters deeper.
On this day Finella had looked death in the eye and it was a thrill...
So when Chelsea rammed her head into the mirror, the blood of the wound,slowly running down her forehead, smearing the mirror...
Finella was'nt shocked, she did'nt even scream...
The Hellraiser was ready...

And with a turn of her head she looked to Chelsea who prepared her next move...not looking shocked, not looking anxious, not looking surprised...
It was the same look Finella gave Chelsea at their pool game to lower Chelseas spirits.
The Gaze of the Hellraiser.
And it was'nt a weak, fearful gaze...it was an expecting one...

[CaptainL]

It was an oft-repeated superstition that breaking a mirror meant seven years' bad luck. But even if Chelsea was the type to believe in something like that, she would welcome that when the alternative was having to put up with someone as irksome as Finella! Her teeth gnashed like those of a snarling beast as she hurled the Hellraiser forward, and as her head met the mirror with the sound of a crack, it was enough to make Chelsea flinch. Her fist coiling tighter as her body tensed just imagining how much pain she would be in, as a web of cracks grew across the mirror's surface. But then again...it was Finella. And Chelsea knew she deserved every ounce of it.

Straightening herself from the floor, Chelsea cracked her knuckles, storming closer to Finella; each step she took was an angry stomp against the ground. "Yeah, wha' do ye think o' dat? Rags, doesn't it?" Chelsea stormed over to raise one foot as though for a stomp, planting it up against Finella's backside as she brought her weight down against her. She crossed her arms and fixed a hateful glare on her rival, her mouth turned downward in a scowl. "And believe me, I can show ye a 'oole lot more than dat, like!"

But then...Finella turned. She looked back at Chelsea, and fixed a look on her that the blonde knew all too well. The look on her face wasn't one of pain or fear, or even frustration. It was the look that told her that Finella had been through all of this before. That she was more than willing to go through all of it again. And that nothing Chelsea did, no matter how hard she tried, could stop it.

"...rrgh..." The Englishwoman took a step back. Her heart quickened, her eye twitched, and her hand balled into a quivering fist. Finella was mocking her; that had to be it! She thought she could play mind games with her again! That's what Chelsea told herself. It was what she wanted to believe. And yet...she couldn't be sure, all the same. That thought still existed. Perhaps, no matter what she did, Finella was just that unshakable. That she'd never be able to phase her. And to Chelsea...that was unbearable!

Letting out a roar of frustration, Chelsea lunged forward again. She wasn't about to let this insolence go unpunished! She went to throw herself down on top of Finella's back; if that worked, she would reach up to throw her arm around her neck, attempting to yank her head into a sleeperhold!

[RedShinigami]

Actually if Chelsea could have looked into Finella she soon would find out that all this toughness and seemingly unshakeableness was the some sort of coping with things Finella could'nt control.
Her whole life had been a fight, always searching the toughest boys and girls and beat them up...why?
The hell she know, she just wanted to do it and then brag about it.
In the underground circuit, right before she was christened Hellraiser, she already had a reputation of being ruthless with her fists and unsatiable with her lust.

Finella did'nt care if she needed unfair methods to win. She raked, gauged, slammed, suckerpunched and kicked referees as long as she could think.
And Chelsea...was someone that was like her. Like Finellas Universe consisted of her as the strongest force in it and suddenly...there was another universe approaching, with equal strength...Chelsea Forster.
Whatever Finella said and how bad Chelseas record was...she still had to admit that the Bunny was tough and Finella was far from unbeatable herself. How would she have faired against Shaina? She did'nt know. What she knew was that she would use every dirty trick, psychologically or physiologically to make Chelsea second place after her.

Her head was still dizzy as she saw the wild scouser approaching like the demon Karl christened her and soon she was treated to an ironlike sleeperhold by enemy, looking in the mirror and grabbing for Chelseas arm.
"Ghg...".
Whatever happened today would be the perfect prelude everything that would come at We are LAW.
Finella had gotten confirmation that their match would take place on the Main Card and she was sure that the bunny knew already.
"Agh...well..Chels...looking forward to our little tassle? You have heard it huh...main card...not to shabby. Of course...", she groaned and managed to turn around a little, looking her opponent in the eyes as her wolfish grin appeared again, the Hellraiser waited to say the words that she knew would hurt her english enemy.

"Of course...they did'nt told you that...but we are just there because of me...", she said and started to laugh, laugh like she did when she beat Chelsea at her own game of pool in the Pub.
"Can you imagine! I am so popular they asked me if that was correct! If I really wanted to wrestle such a worthless midcard loser like you! AHAHAAHAHAA!"
Was anything of this true?
Of course not.
Would Chelsea take the bait.
Of course.
FInella grinned as both women knelt before the mirror, Chelsea pressing on her neck.
"They have no fucking hope in you anymore...", she spat out while looking into the mirror, meeting Chelseas gaze.

[CaptainL]

Now, Finella was finally within her grasp, and this was an opportunity Chelsea wasn't going to waste. Her teeth clenched in a hateful grimace; she was barely able to restrain a growl as she tightened her arm further around the Hellraiser's neck, dragging her closer against her body. As she flexed her bicep into a steeper angle, she applied more force to her opponent's throat, squeezing it from both sides in a wicked double-fanged attack. Nothing else mattered. This had become her one purpose in life. The only thing that mattered was punishing Finella for all she deserved!

And yet...even as Chelsea put down as much pressure as she could, holding tightly to Finella's neck as the veins bulged in her forehead...Finella still wasn't moved. Even when she had been thrown into the mirror, and when she had Chelsea's arms wrapped as tightly as she could bring to bear around her throat, she still had it in her to taunt her! For the briefest of moments, Chelsea's eyes widened. A crack formed in her anger, just enough for a hint of doubt to seep in. That maybe...no matter what she did, it just might not work.

No, that couldn't be it, of course! Chelsea was trying as hard as she could, and Finella would need to break sooner or later! She hissed through her teeth, leaning in closer as she tried to bring down even more force on her windpipe - a force born out of her rage. It only grew stronger and stronger with each word out of Finella's mouth. Calling Chelsea worthless, hopeless, a loser. That she had no merits on her own, and that Finella was the only reason anyone cared. Chelsea didn't want to believe any of it, of course...and yet, when she heard the words spoken aloud, they were enough to plant the seed of doubt in her mind.

Gnashing her teeth and shaking her head, Chelsea formed a fist with her other hand. She began swinging it down, again and again against Finella's sides. If she couldn't convince herself she was wrong, she would just drown it out under her sheer, unbridled fury! "Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UUUUP!!" she roared, each exclamation coming with another punch, and each one growing louder and louder as she hammered at the wolf-eared girl's ribs!

[RedShinigami]

Finella tried to look and sound unscathed. Like Chelsea could'nt do any harm to her...but she did. The last 5 minutes were a grueling experience, getting her head smashed into a mirror and then put in the tightest sleeper of her career was nothing she could shake with a quip or with psychology...right here and right now only raw power would prevail and Chelsea had the advantage.

Finella managed to get some words out but all of her efforts were crushed when her windpipe was constricted into a drinking straw by Chelsea.
The hit on her head and the constant loss of air did their fair share of damage...
She looked at the mirror...both women, two demons...her vision blurred...
No,not just demons,fallen Angels...
Beautiful, deadly, cursed.
All those thoughts circulated in her head who was close to passing out...then the real pain started as an outraged Chelsea started to slam her fist into Finellas side fullforce.

"Ghhh..."
This could'nt be...she could'nt lose to Chelsea in her own house...this was the prelude to their battle at LAW...for all eyes to see!
"Ghahn..."
Finella bite on her tongue, she could'nt let it happen...
"Gah..."
The pain was getting unbearable, while her brain tried to shut down it was awakened again by every punch sent into her side.
"Gaagh..."
She could'nt break...not here...not now...not... to Chelsea!

And suddenly the Hellraisers bubble of toughness, of being better, of being invincible burst and with a final brutal strike into her ribs she finally relented...
"KYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The schrill scream of Finella echoed from the walls of the gym, filling the room, filling their ears and filling Finellas heart with agony.
Chelsea had done it.
She had hurt her. Enough to scream.
Caught in her arms and being attacked by her.it was embarrassing...
Her face a masquerade of pain, her screams a testimony of what Chelsea could do to her.
They were even...
Chelsea could beat her.

She was sure that Chelsea had no surprises for her after their match and their epic Barbrawl, she was sure she could beat her just like that!
And suddenly Finella realised: She was after Chelsea but Chelsea was after her too...
The agonizing screams filled the Eagles nest, no doubt filling Chelsea with satisfaction and the Hellraiser with shame.

A big bruise started to form where the fist of her most hated rival hit and the constant denying of air made her head even dizzier.
As much as Finella hate to admit it...she had to step up her game.
Chelsea was'nt a steppingstone, Chelsea was business and she had to treat her like business.
Their bodies pressed against each other while Chelsea tried to get her down.

Panting in raspy motions the Hellraiser raised her shaking arm and grabbed behind her, catching Chelseas Ponytail in the process...
When she had it she yanked at it as good as she could in this akward situation. She would'nt pass out in Chelseas arms...not yet that was...

And with a sudden burst of energy she raised the other hand and raked over Chelseas eyes, getting her to losen the grip and if she did, Finella would pry her arm off and fell to her knees, her head pressed against the mirror, the blood and sweat on her forehead dripping down and mixing with Saliva as she lent against it, looking up at Chelsea.

She needed a few moments and looked around. There where small dumbells next to her and when Chelsea had blinked herself into fighting mode again, Finella lashed forward and sent a fist, with one of the dumbells, deep into Chelseas stomach!
If Chelsea got down, Finella would follow with Chelsea falling onto her back and Finella landing on her, like a lover laying on top of their partner, panting heavily.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea's arm was locked in place around Finella's throat, and she gave it a harder tug back as she squeezed it hard. Twisting her hips from side to side, she was practically trying to wring her neck - in fact, if she did, Chelsea wouldn't give a second thought about it! Just having Finella in such a tight embrace was enough to get the Englishwoman's heart pounding. And yet, she wasn't done yet. Finella could still talk back, and every word that left her mouth only left Chelsea boiling even harder with rage, her eye twitching and her fist quivering in anticipation of when it would strike. Chelsea wouldn't be satisfied until even the act of speaking hurt Finella too much for her to get a word in edgewise!

"Take dat! And dat! Ooh, ye startin' ter feel sorry fe yoself yet?" she taunted with each punch she landed. Each shot she got off felt satisfying, but Chelsea never let her assault let up long enough to bask in that feeling. She was on a roll, chasing a high, and she wasn't going to let that excitement slip through her fingers - or give Finella long enough to get away from her, either!

But even more to the point...as Chelsea buried her knuckles even deeper into Finella's ribs, the Wolf could no longer hold back the agony she felt. She threw her head back, letting out a scream that ripped through the gym. And if anything was not lost on Chelsea, it was that this was a new sound to her. A sound that she'd never heard before, but that she wanted to hear so many more times. So many emotions were wrapped up in that scream - fear, pain, despair. But what linked them all was that Chelsea was hearing them for the first time - and they were like music to her ears.

Throwing her head back, the Englishwoman cackled with glee. "PFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Did ye 'ear that, like?" Inching up along her rival's back until she could sit down on it, she twisted her hips from side to side, grinding her body up against Finella's spine. At the same time, she bobbed up and down, riding her like a horse just to taunt her. "Sounded like a little girl! Ye mean fe me ter believe dat was you?"

Chelsea was celebrating her dominance over Finella as though it were a victory like no other. She had never been closer to dominating this girl; to crushing her beneath her feet. Finella knew it, too - and it was for that reason she was so determined to fight back. She couldn't let Chelsea get away with this, any more than the blonde could allow the same for her!

Letting out a cheer, Chelsea bucked up against Finella's back once again - but on her way down, she stopped. Suddenly, she found herself halted in place, as she looked behind her to see how the Hellraiser had grabbed a hold of her hair! Chelsea let out a gasp, trying to shake her head back and forth to get Finella to let go. But it was useless. Now, Finella had a good hold on Chelsea - and she was determined to make good use of that, as she raked her nails across Chelsea's eyes!

Now, it was Chelsea's turn to let out a scream. At once she let go of Finella's neck, both hands going to cover her face as she fell to her back, her legs kicking in the air above her. "GAH! FOOKIN' 'ELL-!!" she shouted out. Eventually, the pain would die away, and Chelsea blinked her eyes open just enough to see the light, as she caught her breath with a few haggard pants. Scooting away from Finella, she crawled on her back using all fours, until she came to a safe distance away to straighten herself from the ground and get to her feet.

But before she could so much as set eyes on Finella, the Hellraiser was on her again, ramming a dumbbell-augmented fist right into her gut! Chelsea hadn't had time to prepare herself for battle, and Finella hit hard, even without having a heavy weight in her fist. The blonde let out a gasp as she doubled over forward, coughing and wheezing as the air was knocked out of her. And with her balance shaken and her knees knocking inward beneath her center of mass, Chelsea was in no easy position to keep Finella from shoving her over - and her footing gave out as the two of them collapsed into a heap on the floor.

For a moment, Chelsea lay there. She groaned, her eyes glazed over with fatigue and staring lazily out into space. She panted for breath, and only slowly did she bring her eyes down to focus in on her rival; her head was still spinning faster than she could keep up with. But when she did look back at Finella...her eyes narrowed into a fire of hate, and she snorted under her breath like a charging bull. It didn't matter if she hurt. It didn't matter if she was tired. Finella was still unaccounted for - and Finella was going to pay!

"Ye think I'm done wi' ye!? 'ell nah I'm done w' ye!" With one hand, Chelsea lashed out, finding the strength to grab onto Finella's hair and yank her head to the side. At the same time, she kicked up with her hips, attempting to roll her weight to get Finella on her back and come down atop her rival.