Finella Edelstein vs Chelsea Forster - Lingerie Streetfight/Apex Qualifier Match

[CaptainL]

This was just about the furthest place Chelsea could imagine from where she wanted to be. It was her worst nightmares brought to life, and it was all playing out in front of her. Tied up in the flag, she was hopeless to escape no matter how much she tried to kick and flail at the fabric enveloping her body. She had no choice but to listen to Finella mocking her, rubbing in all the times she had been bested by her and all the times she had come up short - all while quite literally rubbing her groin over the Englishwoman's face to ensure her defeat would be an even more humiliating one. Once again, as had happened so many times before, Chelsea was powerless to stop her opponent from reveling in her destruction. Any attempt she made to take control for herself would only be turned against her, and made into an even greater showcase of the Wolf's ruthlessness.

But if there was one thing that really stirred Chelsea's rage, it was when Finella shouted out how she had beaten and humiliated the blonde when their paths crossed at the Eagles' Nest. It was perhaps the lowest and most shameful defeat Chelsea had suffered yet - she was tied down, stripped, and degraded, only able to unwillingly serve as an instrument of Finell's pleasure. But, if there was any saving grace to it, it had been a private affair, one that the public would never know of...until now. Now, everyone knew how horribly Chelsea had failed. And when she heard the words, her heart practically stopped.

"Mmf!! MMMFFF!!" Chelsea shouted, shaking her head back and forth. But any hopes she had at getting a word in edgewise were quashed. With Finella riding atop her face, Chelsea's voice was muffled into an incomprehensible groan, and all her flailing could barely move the wolf-eared girl more than a few centimeters. Despair began to set in for Chelsea, and with it came the knowledge that nothing she could do could ever save her.

When Finella got off of her, and leaned down to stare a look of pure hatred into Chelsea's eyes, the Scouser could finally breathe again. But, even if her face was red and sweaty and her chest heaved for air, Chelsea wouldn't waste a second on catching her own breath when she could put that toward punishing Finella instead. Her eyes fixed on the Austrian's as her brows narrowed and her teeth clenched into a snarl. There were no words that could express the hatred and the anger Chelsea had for her rival. It could only be spoken of with their fists.

But right now, Chelsea couldn't use her fists. She was tangled up in the flag, with nowhere to go, no matter how much she wished that she could at least get one arm, one leg, anything free so that she could strike out at Finella with it. She knew she was powerless - the one thing that she hated feeling most in the world. And when Finella raised her fist to point it down at Chelsea, the Scouser let out a yelp. She cringed, squeezing her eyes shut and shrinking back against the floor as she prepared herself for a blow she had no choice but to take...

Only for the blow to miss her entirely. Chelsea heard the thud of Finella's fist against the mat at her side, and her eyes fluttered open as she looked back up at her with a blank stare. "A-Aah..?" she muttered, blinking a few times. Had it actually happened? Had she missed?

But it only took a few seconds for Chelsea to realize what Finella's plans were. This too was a taunt - she wanted Chelsea to yelp. She wanted her to shrink away. She wanted her to be afraid, so that the fans could see that the confident, tough-as-nails brawler could feel fear when she was backed into the corner. When Finella began laughing, it told her enough. When the fans joined in, it just pissed her off more. Finella could afford her no dignity. It was this, perhaps, that humiliated Chelsea the most. The lingerie, the showy entrances, the boasting, even the holds she found herself in - all paled in comparison to knowing the world had seen her shaken and weak.

Clenching her teeth, Chelsea started to sit back up, roaring at her foe. "SHUT UP! she shouted. "Dat means JACK SHIT!" But Chelsea couldn't get far before Finella lashed out again, connecting a firm slap upside her cheek! Letting out a cough, her head fell back against the mat, only to be met with two more slaps that knocked her this way and that, each one causing her to yelp. But Finella wasn't content merely to hurt Chelsea physically - every slap she made was punctuated by a reminder of how much Chelsea had failed everything she set out to do. To be a star. To make a name for herself. To prove to the world that she wouldn't be cowed. Even to protect her sister. And each one of them cut her deep.

"Shut...up..." Chelsea panted, the fire in her voice having burnt down to embers as she got her words out in between haggard gasps, lying crumpled on the floor. At this point, when she was talking back, it was only in a last desperate gasp to convince herself she wasn't hopeless. But Finella wouldn't dare let her get away with that - as she curled her fingers into talons and clawed them straight across the Englishwoman's face!

"KYAAAAAAHHH!!!" Chelsea's spine bent up from the ground in an arc as her body reeled from the pain; her face felt like it was on fire! Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back the tears of agony that welled up; with her arms tied, she couldn't even protect her face. As Finella posed atop her, she was in no shape to fight back or to resist. Nor would she be able to get out of the way as Finella lifted her up, hoisting her over the judges' table!

Seeing what was about to happen, the judges were quick to jump out of their seats, running for cover. The last thing they needed was to be caught in the path of the Hellraiser's fury. But Chelsea wouldn't be spared. As Finella threw her down, her body came crashing straight through the table, splitting it in half with a terrible crack and a puff of dust! Chelsea struck the floor beneath, crying out in pain as she landed with a thud!

[RedShinigami]

If Finella could have looked into Chelseas mind she just would have scoffed. Oh, boohoo, the poor girl who ruined her own career in music because she was a bitch. Started her and her sisters wrestling career as nothing but two cheaters, hated by the fans. What was the blonde idiot thinking? That behaving like the last bitch would get her further in life? Finella on the other hand was'nt intrested in becoming loved and famed like Chelsea was. Hell, she did'nt even care for belts or some other shit. Fin wanted to have fun, to brawl, to fight, to fuck, to drink. This was her life, all the way, Sex, Drugs and Rock'n' Roll Baby!

"What do you know you pampered little bitch...", she just said as she grabbed the englishwoman and slammed her into the judges table, now kneeling over Chelseas battered form. "I had to spent six years of my life, where I should have been happy with my family, roaming around, having no one to love me or look after me. You arrogant little bitch just think that you have it bad, with loving parents and a sister who loves you dearly...", the Hellraiser said and grabbed for the limp body of Chelsea, pulling her up. "You talk about me taking things away from you...when you two snatched my last family away from me. THIS is the real reason I want to bash you fucking brains in. This and because I can't fucking stand the sound of your voice and your fucking attitude. Stupid bitch. Half of those things I did to you and will do, are for the fact that you two took my sister away from me...", she said and then wrapped her arms around Chelsea, hugging her. The head of the wolf next to the March Hares.
"The other half is for my personal fun...", she said and threw Chelsea down again before getting up, being booed and insulted by the crowd.

She just smiled and waved at them before decending to the apron,taking her sweet time.
There she throned over Chelsea, like the brit has before. She looked down at the englishwoman, rolled up into an union jack and proceeded to climb the turnbuckles. Up there she raised her arms, throwing devils horns into the air.
"HEY BASTEEEERDS!", she screamed. "What could hurt a fucking limey bitch more then being beaten up in her own countries flag and beging defeated by something from their own island?", she asked and the crowds booing slowly but surely started to fade as Finella looked down at Chelsea and pointed her finger at her.

"No chance, English bedwetting types. I burst my pimples at you and call your fighting request a silly thing. You tiny-brained wipers of other people's bottoms!"
The crowd was more then confused but some of the european and american fans started to cheer and laugh as they suddenly been reminded what was happening here.
The Hellraiser grinned and looked back down at Chelsea.
"And now remain gone illegitimate faced buggerfolk! And, if you think you got nasty taunting this time, you ain't heard nothing yet! Daffy English kniggets! Thpppt!", she grinned and put her tongue out like a four year old child while waving her hands next to her head.
If anyone has'nt noticed it yet, it surely would dawn on them soon as Finella puffed her chest out.

"And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large chulapas. And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it!"

Now the crowd started to cheer and laugh even more. This was something no one had expected today as Finella quoted lines from "
The Hellraiser ended her monologue and grinned.
"I PRESENT TO YOU THE WEAPON WHO KILLED THE RAVENOUS RABBIT OF CAERBANNOG! MY HOLY GRENADE OF ANTIOCH!
1...2...5!
Three, Fin...
3!

And with that Finella sailed into the air. It was the first time the crowd had seen such a move from the Hellraiser and even the ones that booed had to stay silent in awe as Finellas body twisted, corkscrew moonsaulting through the air to hit Chelsea like the Grenade hit the maneating Rabbit in the movie.
It was a picture of grace, something never seen before, the halfnaked body of Finella Edelstein sailed through the air, cameraflashs appeared all around her, videos were being made. This could be the most glorious evening of her entire career.
Finella came down, ready to strike and when she hit the ground next to Chelsea she yelped, buckled up and ended up right next to the downed brit, her big and wonderful highflying move a total desaster, the monster still alive and the grenade exploding into her face,both women down next to each other. Finellas comedic insult backfiring horribly.



Chris watched in awe at first. She had given Fin a few pointers about high flying, thinking maybe the Hellraiser would eventually try something simple. Maybe a senton, or a frog splash. But seeing her twist in the air, illuminated by the flashing cameras that captured this momentous occassion.

Only for the corkscrew moonsault, the Holy Hand Grenade she had helped somewhat to prepare the wolf for, to whiff and Finella landed right next to Chelsea instead of onto the "Rabbit of Caerbannog" it had been intended for. The brit didn't even more, Fin just missed. Chris' jaw hung open, trying to process this. Why had she tried to go for something so complex, rather than something simple but still powerful!? With bewilderment, the rock star started walking towards where her partner crashed ready to berate her.

Meanwhile, as Chris wanted to get close she suddenly was trapped by a certain cane, holding her back.
"Uh-uh-uh-Dis is where 'he ac'ion is, swee'hear'. You did qui'e some'hin 'here, i 'ave 'o admi'...", George Fortunato said as he had taken the cane and wrapped it around the throat of the small wrestler.
He turned and managed to throw her against the side of the ring before pointing his cane to her throat.
"I would'n' even 'hink abou' i'. You 'ave seen wha''s in 'here befawe ,have'n' you?, the Cockney Flame said, holding Chris at knifespoint and looking back over his shoulder, making sure that Chelsea was the first one to get up again.
"ah abou' we le' 'hem 'andle 'his on 'heir Jack Jones faw now? i' seems 'o me 'here are a lo' ov unsolved issues be'ween 'hose 'wo darlings
I also 'ave 'o make good faw our 'ime 'oge'her, i' was a pleasure, bu' a li''le shaw'...maybe wi'h our nippers ou' ov 'he 'ouse we could go on where we 'ave lef' off?", he chuckled and when saw that Chelsea managed to get out of her predicament he smiled and pushed a button...but instead of a blade a bouqet of flowers popped out right into Chris face...drenched in sneezing powder...
The jokster had done it again and turned around, flipping a thumb up for his protegee.
"All good on 'his fron'...'ah abou' you 'ake 'he doggy faw a walk?"

She couldn't get to far, before a certain pub owner decided to repay her for attacking his managee. The cane reached around and pulled back against her throat, similar to how she first interfered in the match. "G-gkk, oh for the love o-" She was cut off as George threw her against the ring not long after, the snow haired wrestler arching slightly from impact. "Out of the way G-"

Chris tried to step forth and go check on Fin, but the cockney flame's cane was soon held right in front of her face and stopping her. Even if she were now feeling better, her body still remembered seizing up as high voltage ran through her muscles and knocked her unconscious. It caused her to hesitate, giving George time to give his monologue. "Interesting points. Here's my counteroffer. Fuck off so I can check on Fin!" One step forward, and suddenly flowers popped from the cane, a barely visible haze flowing forward with momentum.

"What the-the- the--aachoo!" Chris suddenly sneezed. "Wh-aachoo! F-achoo!" Her eyes watered as she continued sneezing, the crowd having a good laugh at the sight as the hardcore rock star was stuck in place because of an allergy

[CaptainL]

When Finella stared daggers at Chelsea, talking about all she had lost and all she had done without, and how the Englishwoman couldn't think to understand her pain, it almost would be enough to cut through the walls of hatred Chelsea had put up around her and leave her rattled. It might even bring her to reconsider her actions - at least a little. But it was barely even a few seconds later when Finella's next move rekindled her rage. Being tied up in the flag - the same flag that George had rolled down from the ceiling to celebrate her and draw eyes toward her dominance, and that made her feel confident and successful - now only left her feeling powerless as she struggled ineptly to pull herself free. And Finella just had to rub it in with her taunts, making sure Chelsea knew exactly how helpless she was. Once again, she was going to make Chelsea into a spectacle, hoisting her up to pose for a photo, and even getting a few laughs from the crowd for it! With a hiss, the blonde's eyes narrowed into a glare, and she snarled back at her foe. As soon as she got out of the flag, she knew, Finella had hell to pay.

It didn't get any easier as Finella let her go, and she fell back against the floor. From where she lay in a heap on the ground, amidst the shards of the shattered judge's table, Chelsea's eyes were fixed on Finella. She was eager to remind the Scouser of her predicament, which made a shudder run through her body. And she just had to do the Monty Python act, too. Chelsea spat and rolled her eyes; if she wasn't as angry as she was, she would scoff at how insipid she was being. But right now, all Chelsea could focus on was how much she wanted to tear Finella apart, and every grating second she had to listen to her prattle on was wearing her nerves thin, making her all the more anxious to strike out. "Oh, fe fook's sake...na 'eard THAT one before..."

But Chelsea knew better than to let her guard down around Finella - and the next thing she knew, she looked up with wide eyes to see her rival going twirling through the air. She gasped, and a breath went silent in her throat. As much as she hated to admit it, as much as she didn't want to give Finella anything, Chelsea was an accomplished enough high-flyer to know a devastating move when she saw one. She knew Finella's daring was unmatched if she was this willing to risk her momentum and her body for the sake of making an impact. And for as much as she'd brushed Finella off as a mindless brute, the control she had over her body as she flung herself off the ropes was a stunning sight to behold, moving with the agility of a gymnast. It was graceful, beautiful in its own way; it all came together like a work of art, all the more spectacular for just how fleeting it was.

But that work of art was about to come crashing into her with brutal force, and as Chelsea went tense and squeezed her eyes shut, all she could do was brace herself for the inevitable...

Only to hear a loud thud at her side.

"Ah..?" Looking over, Chelsea saw Finella flat on her face. At the last moment...she had missed. At first, the Englishwoman was stunned, struggling to believe that what she was seeing was real. Her luck had to be incredible to get off so easily! But then, a grin came over her as she realized what this meant. It was a vindication of all the ire Chelsea held toward her opponent. Her insistence on stealing the show and showing her up had come around to bite her. And now, it was Chelsea's turn to rub that into her face.

At long last, Chelsea freed herself from the flag she was tangled in, tosing it aside with a flourish as she rose to her knees. Now the tables had turned, and not a moment too soon! With both hands, Chelsea reached down to grab Finella by the hair, attempting to drag her back up to her level so that the two would face each other on their knees.

"W's dat ye wuz sayin' about me bein' silly, 'mm? Care ter take dat back? I think ye may 'uv made a little mistake thuz, Miss Gilliam! Yanking hard at the Hellraiser's scalp, Chelsea attempted to grind her knuckles against her skull. "Anyone ever tell ye ter look before ye leap? Er keep yer filthy terngue ter yoself, like? Well...lerrus do dat fe ye!"

At last, Chelsea let go of Finella's hair with one hand - but only to throw a hard slap clean across her cheek from close range!

[RedShinigami]

There she was. She stood on top of the turnbuckle, bathed in the light of the arena on the biggest stage of the world, looking down on her defenseless rival. When she mentioned the hardships she had to endure to Chelsea she was surprised see a speck of humanity in these hatefilled eyes... Maybe some sympathy? For a fleeting moment the Hellraiser looked down on the battered and bloody form of Chelsea and felt...a little regret?

Finella shook her head. She could'nt think about such things now. It was an all out war and Chelsea was the enemy, dehumanized through endless battles against each other. They did'nt spare each other mentally and physically, now finally they had the chance to settle things officially... So why did she hesitate?
Because of her love for Harmonia and Molly? Even if she talked shit about the younger scouser, talking to Molly, opening up to her and becoming her friend was something Finella had deeply cherished and so her mind was split...

The Austrian took a deep breath. No, this was something personal and Chelsea never spared her or anyone else. Chelsea always was a sneaky little bitch, cheating and relying on her sister. She was a weakling who did'nt deserve to be here. And Finella would show her, her place.

When she jumped, the whole crowd held their breath. It was almost like a work of art. She and Chris trained like hell for this spot. The smaller highflyer gave her several options and urged Finella to go for the easier ones like a senton or even a elbow drop, but no, Finella wanted to show that she could beat Chelsea in everything at everything. Even in things the scouser excelled. Beating Chelsea at We are LAW with a highflyer would shatter everything that was left of her soul and the Hellraiser was ready to open the puzzle box to drag her into hell...

Only for the move to totally go wrong in the last minute. Like Harmonias first try on a highflyer move, the other Edelstein failed miserably too as she slammed into the remains of the table next to Chelsea with a scream, groaning and rolling to her side, clutching her hurting body. The crowd railed with laughter and when Chris went over only to be sprayed with sneeze powder by George, Moonrock lost all it's well deserved glory again.

"Ghk..."
She was dragged to her knees by a now free Chelsea and faced her eye to eye.
"You...had...to...pick...the...lesser...one...of...them...",she said and shot Chelsea a fast grin.
"Oowoowowowoowoooowww! STOP THAT YOU IDIOT!", Finella screached as her fellow european gave her head some knuckle treatment. She grabbed for Chelseas arms to stop her.
"Aauugh, what are you? Ten? And I am at least Michael Palin, bitch...", she chuckled before a loud smack was heared and her head cracked to the side.
The crowd gasped and Finellas eyes went big as she looked to the side.
"Bitch...did you just slap me...",she whispered and then looked back at the smug expression in Chelseas face.
"You little whore!"

What followed was far from technical ingenuity or brawling at a bar as Finella slapped Chelsea back with a loud smack.
"Fucking whore!", she screamed and still on her knees charged at Chelsea, grabbing her hair while clawing, grunting and hissing. This brawl had become a catfight as hair was pulled and sides were scratched. The crowd did'nt seem to mind as both women struggled on their knees, hissing like cats. Finella grunted and wrapped her arms around Chelsea getting them up on wobbly feet.

In the process she had took a hold on the english womans bra that came off after both were standing. With a ripping sound both straps ripped and Chelseas bra went down. Everything the scouser was now wearing were her shoved in panties and her garterbelt as both women tumbled over the railing, while being at each others throat.

They landed in the crowd, snarling and rolling around in a tight package, going through the people who jumped to the side. Now it became a streetfight.
"Come here...come here you..SLUT!",Finella spouted as she brought both of them to their knees again before sending a big and audible chop right over Chelseas bare breasts, insinuating a chopping match...

[CaptainL]

Finella might have hesitated, but it wasn't long before she realized she had already made up her mind the second she set foot in this arena. This match was the grand culmination of a series of events that had been brewing for some time now, and the lines had already been drawn. There was no way this could end except for with one woman's utter defeat, and one's triumphant victory. And Finella was determined to make that victory hers...but that would depend on if gravity was on her side, considering she proceeded to faceplant against the floor beside the broken table! All the momentum she had put into her move was now working against her, as she slammed head-first onto the unforgiving floor. What was supposed to be Finella's greatest achievement had now become a joke, as a few of the fans laughed at her less than impressive descent. When Chelsea heard this, it made her grin even wider. A blow to the Hellraiser's reputation was the best kind of blow she could score right about now.

But she couldn't just leave it at that, of course. Finella deserved many more blows, all of them of a more physical variety! She was quick to drag the Wolf back up by her hair, and as they faced each other on their knees, Chelsea locked a blistering glare on her rival, one that only grew narrower and more pointed when Finella just had to keep on laughing it off and making jokes. Even as she tried to yank harder on her hair, twisting the strands around her fingers to put more pressure on her scalp, she barely even seemed bothered by it. Chelsea wanted nothing more than to shut the obnoxious little bitch up, and it was all the more frustrating when she wouldn't go down easily. She would need to go harder than that - and, as she connected a sharp slap against Finella's face, it seemed like that did the job.

Everything stopped. The slap seemed to shake Finella to the core. When she looked back at the Englishwoman, her eyes were wide, her face blank, and her words full of hate. Before, she had been perfectly content to mess around, and even the setbacks she faced in coming crashing down from the ropes didn't seem to dampen her spirits for long before she was back at it. But now...it was on. Chelsea's slap, hard as it was, wasn't particularly fancy of a move. But to Finella, it was enough to prove that the blonde had nothing but contempt for her. Contempt that she couldn't let go.

Chelsea, on the other hand, was still reveling in the satisfaction of having got such a hit off on Finella. With a smirk, she leaned in closer, up until her forehead was nearly touching the Hellraiser's own. "Did I? Did I just slap ye? Wha' do ye think I juss did, like? Ye can't tell?" She mockingly held out her finger, pressing it against Finella's nose. "Did I deck ye dat 'ard dat yer brains went rattlin' around in thuz? Er - more ikey - did ye juss not 'uv any ter begin wi'?"

But the time for mockery had long since passed. Finella made that clear, as she swung a slap of her own back at Chelsea! With the loud thwack of flesh hitting flesh, the Englishwoman's head was turned aside as she reeled over in an arc, letting out a gasp. A second later, Finella was on her, throwing herself closer to Chelsea! Her chest and shoulders slammed into the blonde's own as they shoved themselves into close quarters, and in a flash Finella's hands were tangled in her hair, pulling her every which way. "Nngh-! Gah! Goddamn bitch!" Chelsea snapped back. She was quick to counter - both hands shot up to grab at Finella's hair, and with a hard pull back she tried to pry her off. But Finella held fast. She swung out to slap and scratch at Chelsea's sides, and so too did her opponent match her blow for blow.

They shoved against each other shoulder to shoulder and chest to chest; they raked their nails down each other's backs; and they used each other's hair as a handhold to shake each other back and forth. Chelsea hissed from the pain, wincing as Finella's claws left red welts along her skin. But she wouldn't let that stop her, and the whole time through, both of them kept at least one hand grasping at their opponent at all times, whether it was buried in their hair, their back, or their shoulder. To yield any ground would be a deadly mistake - not to mention an insult to their pride if they would dare let their rival get off so easily.

It was Finella who at last decided to take the two of them to their feet, wrapping her arms around Chelsea's back and hauling her up. Her fingers were tangled in the straps of Chelsea's bra, and as she gave another firm yank up, the straps stretched before they broke open, leaving both girls topless as the bra fluttered to the floor. None of that seemed to bother Chelsea much, though. She had bigger things to worry about - and, as she let out a roar of rage, she threw herself at Finella, still clawing and punching at her as they tumbled over the barricade and into the crowd!

"Gah! Ow! Dammit! Fook ye!" The two went rolling, the fans jumping out of the way to stay clear of the torrent of aggression that passed them by. Chelsea's legs were flailing as she rolled over and over, only staying on top of Finella for a few seconds before she went back off to the sides, but with every passing second she slapped, scratched, and grabbed at whatever parts of Finella she could get her hands on. But none of that would slow down Finella, who was matching every move with one of her own - and she would soon step up her game, as she rolled Chelsea to her knees, getting up to meet her face to face once again.

As she righted herself, Chelsea was panting and groaning, catching her breath and wincing from the pain of a thousand little aches that now jabbed into her the moment her adrenaline rush went still. But she wouldn't dare be done yet. Finella swung out with a hard chop at her breasts, and she let out a shrill scream as her body bent back in an arc. The pain was undeniable. But if Chelsea knew only one thing...it was that she couldn't let Finella upstage her. Not now. Not ever!

"Oh, I'll give ye a piece o' me, or'rite, ye twat!" Drawing back her own arm, Chelsea went to deliver as hard a chop as she could against Finella's breasts in return!

[RedShinigami]

If there was any, like a little speck of sympathy between these women then it was blown out like a candle in the wind after the first slap. This slap was something...on its own. Of course, Finella had slapped the hell out of Chelsea when she was trapped in the flag but it all boiled down to the message being sent.
At the end of the day, even the most ferocious and hardhitting LAW Brawlers were women and when both girls were on their knees, looking at one another in utter distain, Chelseas slap carried so much more meaning and weight as Finellas before. This was a message, a message every woman could understand, and between woman this was a declaration of war. Of course the war was already taking place but this was like dropping an A-Bomb behind the enemy lines. Finellas eyes were open as she grabbed for her stinging cheek before Chelsea grabbed her and pulled her in. How often did they end up, face to face, foreheard to forehead, body to body. This was a true testament of their rivalry and the fans ate it up like nothing as cheers started to fill the arena, followed by some hooting and hollering as Chelsea put her indexfinger on the nose of the Hellraiser, berating her.

Finella followed with a brutal slap of her own, taking the challenge and starting the total war between those women. They have bitten each other, sent themselves through two tables by now, ravaged their breasts and womanhoods but THIS was the final straw and it was fitting that both women, starting with this intense lockup, started the second part of the match by tumbling over the railings. FInella and Chelsea embraced in a heated lockup, this was no wrestling, no technical and refined moves, performed by LAWs finest, it was'nt even a brawl where fists would fly...it was an allout catfight and both women were not shy to use all they had, raking their backs, biting their shoulders, ripping their hair. They struggled with each other, hissing, snarling and spitting insults at each other like two alleycats, curled up into a heated fight. Finella wrapped her arms around Chelsea and when lifting them both up a ripping sound could be heard as the bra of the older Forster sister finally gave in.

The crowd cheered even louder as the lingerie fight now turned into a topless fight and no one minded. Their undies were shoved so deep inside their cracks that it made them look like skimpy micro strings but neither the women nor the crowd cared. The fight now went backstage and both women showed no signs of getting tired,even if their bodies hurt. For all it was worth, the inring brutality was just the introduction, a foreplay for the main course that started as both european beauties hit the other side, entangled in each other, starting to roll away from the railings and into the crowd. Their nails raked over everything they could reach, Finella moaned in pain as Chelsea let her nails glide over her back again, leaving five red marks. They rolled around, trying to top each other but both women were just to energetic and downright ferocious. Now they more resembled two wolverines then two cats as they teared into one another. Their naked breasts squeezed into each others, their bodies remained close, it was quite a spectacle and the camera crew was on its way not to miss a second while the fans already had put out their phones, making photos, some did selfies while the two women were rolling around behind them.

Finella grunted and decided that it was enough getting both of them to their knees again. They panted, sweat ran down their bodies while their eyes were locked, not looking away, staring each other down in the same hateful glance, no, even more hateful then before.
"Verschissene...klane...Hur...", Finella said between gasps, insulting Chelsea in her native styrian tongue. And even if the scouser would'nt understand the words...the meaning was quite clear.
"Come here...I fuck you up!", she screamed and with a loud, cracking sound that made the crowd whince, Chelseas upper body was sent backwards by a hard backhand chop. But the englishwoman would rather eat dirt then to give FInella any chance in upstaging her so she retaliated with a brutal slap on her own.
"AAAAUGH!", Finella cried, her body was sent backwards while she clutched her chest, her breasts jiggling as the pain exploded upon them.

"Krrch...you little...SHIT!", she screamed and sent a chop back, now the audience knew what they were in for and for every successfully attack they gave a loud and audible reaction. FInella and Chelsea, without intending it, gave the crowd a performance of a liftetime!
Finella sent a cracking slap back into Chelsea only to get something in return. The Hellraiser coughed and get up on her feet, tumbling away a few steps, clutching her breast. Some would think that she gave up and tried to flee, but the ones that knew the Hellraiser understood that there was some meaning to it. When Chelsea recovered from her own pain she charged for Finella who turned around,grabbing the hand that whipped after her, clutching it and interlock their fingers. She quickly took the other hand from the surprised brit and repeated the motion and now it was clear what the Austrian demanded as she took a stance and forced the brit into a test of strength in the middle of the crowd. Both women had trained their bodies to the excess for this event and now it was time to show their respective rival who was the stronger bitch in this arena.
Finellas teeth clenched as she started to push on, their foreheads pressed together.
"Show me...what you got...you little whimp...", she ordered and grunted as sweat started to run down out of every pore of her body, making their delicious bodies glistening in the arena lights...

[CaptainL]

The whole time Finella and Chelsea rolled their way through the ringside seating area, both were locked on tightly to one another, with nary a centimeter of air between them. Pressed body to body, with legs kicking at each others' sides and wrapping and squeezing around one another like dueling snakes, the two were bound into a merciless catball, where at every second they were exposed to the claws, slaps, and punches of their rival coming from all directions. But Chelsea was long past the point of caring. She hated Finella with every fiber of her being, and no amount of pain or frustration would be too much to bear if it promised her utter destruction. With each groan and shudder she felt at the Hellraiser's attacks, she tried to match it back on her opponent tenfold. She didn't want to let go - to do so would be to leave herself open, and allow Finella to get herself into a more advantageous position while Chelsea broke off her to look for one of her own. And why would she need to? She had Finella right where she needed her.

When at last they broke aside, Chelsea picked herself up on all fours, panting and groaning. Her nearly-naked body dripped with sweat, and everything she could feel was sore and stinging from the ravages of Finella's knuckles, nails, and knees, not to mention the unforgiving floor she had rolled across. But when her eyes settled on Finella, it was with a glare of pure rage. The Austrian hadn't suffered enough - and she wouldn't be done with her until she had!

Finella was quick to strike out, clapping Chelsea with a swift slap across the chest. The blow was enough to send her reeling to the side, and she cried out in pain as the sensation exploded through her nerves. But the moment she righted herself, she looked back at Finella with her teeth clenched in a snarl. The slap wasn't just an attack, but a challenge - and Chelsea was determined to rise to it, as she traded back a hard chop of her own!

Undeterred, Finella responded in kind - and, on their knees and facing each other down, the two women began exchanging chops, one after the other. In the midst of the crowd, the fans began to circle in around them as though a schoolyard brawl had broken out. Half of them cheered every slap Chelsea got in, while the other half cheered Finella. But even if she wasn't used to being cheered, Chelsea could no longer even focus on their applause. No one else mattered. There was only her and Finella - and until Finella was dealt with, she couldn't rest assured of her victory!

With another slap crossing her chest, the Englishwoman turned aside, letting out a yelp. Her bare breasts bounced off the force of the impact, and a red mark was left where the flat of Finella's hand connected. With a growl, she looked back up, drawing her hand back to return the blow - but right before her strike hit, her opponent grabbed it. For a moment, her eyes went wide as they stared back at Finella, unsure what she was setting up. But when she took her other hand, Chelsea knew all she needed to know. This was a test of strength, and she couldn't back down. She had to show Finella just what she was made of!

Chelsea's fingers coiled tighter around Finella's hand as she met her grip, and as she hoisted herself to her feet, so too did Chelsea follow. She raised her hands higher, squeezing tightly against Finella's to tighten her grip as she shoved herself back toward her, attempting to steer her away with the motion of her shoulders. Her muscles tensed, and she put every effort she could into moving Finella's body with her own. "I'll show ye plenty!"

[RedShinigami]

All Finella felt was a coat, covered in needles that was pressed on her body, leaving her body tense, bleeding and in constant pain. Chelsea and her went over the barricade and everything athlethic, nuanced or technical flew out the window as their bodies wrapped around themselves like to cats in an alleyway. It was the culmination of what their relationship had become. Pure and utter chaos. A disjointed, vicious word of brutality. Their was something very primal about the fight of both women, their bodies pressed together in a sweaty combat. Something raw and unpolished.

The women of 10.000 years bc may have fought like this. It was fangs, claws and fists dragged into modern world as teeth and nails, only the fisr remained. Finella and Chelsea did'nt want it any other way, they not just wanted to hurt each other, they wanted to dominate each other. Finella had used Chelsea, degrading her to a mere pleasure object and Chelsea had beaten Finella down, having her under her boot. Now the two warriors met again and it was the ultimate decision for the ultimate price.

Their sweaty bodies rolled over the cold and hard floor while the people made way for the cats to roll further.
The evenmatched women punched, raked and bite as hard as they could, while trying to get on top. And for the crowd it was a sight to behold. This primal, sexy side was something no one had expected in a Chelsea Forster and it made the people cheer. The March Hare did'nt back away. She did everything just to not fall behind.

Wearing lingerie, putting up a show for the crowd. This was'nt the Chelsea Forster of two years ago. This woman had matured and in some crazy twist of irony, Finella had helped her with it. The fans accepted Chelsea now. She was'nt the brutish cheater anymore she had became something else and the crowd ate it up. But Finella was not without her fans so when the rolling stopped and both women got to their knees, the crowd started to chant.

March Hare! March Hare!
Hellraiser! Hellraiser!

It was accelerating and sent shivers down Finellas spine, just like the chops of Chelsea did.
"GAAAGH!"
Gosh that women knew what she did. A red mark appeared between her breasts just like with Chelsea as their bare breasts jiggled uncontrollably, with every chop sweat was flying from the sensitivite flesh, coating the floor.

Finella finally decided to have enough, she wanted her rival on her knees before her and grabbed both of Chelseas hands who was all to eager to retaliate and both women got up on their feet as the test of strength went in motion. The muscles on the floor and womens bodies started to flex when the crowd gave loud cheers. Both Finella and Chelsea had prepared themselves well for this confrontation and looked into each others eyes while trying to bring each other down before pressing together, meeting shoulder to shoulder, their bare breasts mushroomed into one another and even if it was an arrousing touch, Finella wouldnt enjoy it.

But there was nothing enjoyable about Chelsea Forster.Their heads rested on their shoulders right next to each other and the cameracrew was sure to film the spectacle in all its glory...
The fans around them chanted even louder as their almost naked, glistening bodies straines against one another.
"Stop...being so proud of being english you irish bitch.", Fin suddenly said, anothrr attempt to use psychological warfare.
"Your awful dialect, they way you behave... They call it" Irelands second capital", but you know that, don't you? Oh, or are you more welsh? What are you anyway? This Corner of Britain were you come from is comparable to a mutt...that got fucked by so many other dogs that no one even knows what race it is... Ai'nt right... You little... Bitch? ", Finella grinned and managed to get some advantage on the trembling Chelsea, bending her back.
" On your knees and lick my feet like a good doggy... ", Finella grinned and their eyes met for a second, the Austrians bicoloured orbs, reflecting moon and night were glowing again...

[CaptainL]

It was somewhat ironic that Chelsea had worked this hard on improving her image and making herself into someone the fans could cheer, and yet now - when she was getting the biggest cheers of the night so far, when the fans were crying out her name - it was when she had long since stopped caring about what they thought. All she cared about was Finella. The fans didn't matter; taking back her good name didn't matter. What good would that be when the woman she so despised, who had been the cause of her needing to claw back that reputation in the first place, could still stand unpunished? There was only one thing that could satisfy her, and that was seeing Finella at her feet, beaten and bruised and needing to beg her for a shred of mercy. Everything else faded away into background noise. All she could concentrate on was sheer primal fury, and she could only extinguish that with the Hellraiser's blood.

Each time they traded chops, and each time Finella struck back at the Englishwoman, Chelsea bristled from the impact, letting out a groan as her body went stiff. But it was barely a second later that she shot back. Finella couldn't have the satisfaction; she couldn't come away from this thinking she'd won. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she took, it would all be worth it when Chelsea could inflict all of that pain back on Finella. That was what kept her going, steeling her just as much as the deadening of her nerves from the repeated chops did. By the end of their duel, Chelsea had stopped feeling anything when the blows landed across her chest. Finella, no doubt, had too. But Chelsea kept at it. As long as she could feel like she was doing something, that she was striking back against Finella, she could be happy.

Soon, the tone of their clash shifted, as Finella took Chelsea by the hands and hauled her to her feet to initiate a test of strength. Growling under her breath, the blonde pushed her way in closer, her forehead pressed to Finella's own, and their shoulders and chests rubbed into one another. The sensation of Finella's breasts crushing her own smaller ones was just a reminder of how much the Austrian had gloated over her - and just one other thing that made her that much hungrier to see to her ruin. But Chelsea bit her lip and snarled, meeting every push that Finella made against her with one of her own, as she tried to force her backward. She shoved at her with her chest, her shoulders; she weighed down on her with her grip on her hands, too, which she held with a white-knuckled embrace. If there was one thing Chelsea did, it was that she never took her eyes off of Finella's. To do so would be to admit defeat. To do so would mean exposing herself to attack. She had to be ready - and she had to let Finella know that in any contest they pitted themselves against one another in, she wouldn't accept anything short of victory. She couldn't even blink, as though even their stares were a struggle between the two!

In the end, though, it wouldn't be a physical blow that broke the staredown between Chelsea and Finella - it was a few choice words. At the sound of her rival's voice, Chelsea raised an eyebrow, letting out a murmur of "Ehh..?" as she looked back at her in confusion. Surely, she was mistaken about her being Irish. But with each passing word, Chelsea realized what was going on. Finella, once again, was mocking her. She was belittling her, insulting not only her English pride, but her very self-respect and dignity. It was always this way with her - every move she made, everything she said, was all aimed at breaking down her dignity and making her the laughingstock. That was happening here, once again - and every word that fell from Finella's lips seemed to drive an iron spike deeper and deeper into Chelsea's soul. At first, she was confused. Then, she was outraged. Then, she was infuriated! Her teeth locked in a grimace and she hissed at her under her breath. "Sod it...Austrian mungrel...what's it like, bein' a second-rate Germany nah one can find ed de map, like!?"

But Chelsea was cut off before she could go any further by the sight of Finella's eyes - those piercing, glowing eyes that seemed to stare straight into her soul. At once, the Englishwoman took a pause. Her eyes caught the light reflected from her gaze, and in a moment she was transfixed where she stood. She'd seen those eyes before, back at their confrontation at the Wolf and the Bunny. It was only a few months ago, yet Chelsea could swear she had known them for an eternity. She could never forget the way they looked at her - hungry and full of malice. Those eyes told her that for all Finella mocked her, for all she laughed at her, what she truly wanted was nothing less than to destroy her.

No. No! As she felt herself being bent backward, her knees shaking as her back bowed, Chelsea shook the thought out of her head. She couldn't lose her cool now! That was exactly what Finella wanted - and she couldn't let her have it! She bit her lip, coming to her senses just in time to feel her back practically being forced parallel to the ground as Finella shoved down on her hands. A groan left her throat, stifled behind clenched teeth. Her whole body trembled, struggling to bear Finella's weight. But she couldn't let her win. She couldn't yield!

Throwing back her head, Chelsea let out a scream. But this wasn't a scream of pain or terror; this was a battle cry, a refusal to submit! Just at the time she needed it most, the Scouser's high-flying training came back to her. She kicked up suddenly with her bare feet, pressing them against Finella's gut, and threw herself backward, kicking off at the same time to hurl Finella across the floor with a monkey flip!

[RedShinigami]

The Hellraiser wanted Chelsea to suffer, she wanted under her skin and hurt her as much as she did on the outside. And every obscure fact was good enough for that even if it was very stretched. Chelsea was a proud english citizen so Finella would attack that pillar, Chelsea took pride in her skills, next one down, Chelsea wanted to be loved? The Austrian already worked on that and with a big crash the imaginary house built out of pride, wishes and hopes collided and helped the Hellraiser to destroy this thorn in her side once and for all. Still, something inside her made her question certain things. Since she met Chris she saw some things differently, more relaxed, she behaved like she would behave around her sister and family.

Hell, after meeting the Rocker on the Christmas Party, Finella felt well enough to make up with Molly. Having a conversation with the younger Forster in the Eagles Kitchen, telling her certain things about her and Moni and after that they hugged. Yes, the girl that looked almost identical to the woman she wanted to be crushed, had hugged her and it felt alright, it felt needed.
But after what went down between Finella and Chelsea at this evening where they were alone in the nest, both women knew it could'nt end peacefully.

Finellas knuckles turned white while her strained body sweated profusely, her teeth clenching as she went on to press with all her powers against her rival in the middle of hollering, hooting and drooling fans who took photos and videos of the sexy sight.
Finella whispered things in Chelseas ears and suddenly the Scouser gave in a little, giving the scarclad women the chance to gain ground as she bent Chelsea backwards who fought back bravely, their arms trembling, bicepses bulging and breasts that pressed into each other.
"We... Were Emperors before Germany was even an idea. We exist for thousand years and everything you tried to do to us just made us stronger..."

Another push, Chelsea bent backward while Fins eyes glared at her, puffing out her chest she took a dominant position.
"We captured your oh so great Richard Lionheart and we at least go to the dentist sometimes! And you know what, bitch?! We invented the PEZ Dispensers which I will demonstrate on your sorry neck when this is over!", she grunted and in an incredible showing of athletisicm, Chelsea was bent almost diagonal to the floor but still stood her ground.
"Why...don't you...just...go...fucking...down?!!", the Hellraiser screamed, her head red, her eyes bulging.
"I am stronger then you, everybody can see that you little, limey, teasipping, sheepfucking weakling!", she grunted but when she felt that she had Chelsea were she wanted her, suddenly the Brit moved. Finella felt the cold bare soles of Chelsea pressed into her belly with force.

"Guagh...", she choked as the air was driven out of her body and with another daring maneuver she was flipped overhead, landing between the crowd near the ramp and hit the floor mercilessly and headfirst.
Her lucious breasts jiggled with the impact and her glistening body trembled in pain.
"Gaaah!"
The Austrian laid on the floor, clutching her hurting head. The test of strength was still in her bones and the hard fall did nothing to give her back stamina... Finella was on a silverplatter...