L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Harmonias lights were switched out by the sudden and painful slam against the flagpole.
Goddammit, why did these things had to be made out of steel?
Was plastic not good enough?
She groaned and slowly came back to her senses as she heard Molly..Finella...and...and...Gordon Ramsey?
Oh god, she had a concussion!
Harmonias body hurt from head to toe as her beautiful face had take a brutal hit and she just hoped that her nose was'nt broken...
Pictures of flat and deformed noses of boxers and wrestlers came to her halfawake mind and scared her enough to open up her eyes.
There...were hands...there...was this scent...Molly! Molly was with her!
And this was no dream as she saw the younger Forster sitting above her with tears in her eyes.
Harmonia was'nt a pretty sight right now...she had a pretty nasty laceration at the top middle of her forehead and blood was dripping down her nose that was thankfully not broken but felt as if Mike Tyson had knocked her down barefisted.
"Mo-lly?", she asked softly and shook her head.
"Hey..why are you crying?", the Austrian, still under shock, said as the medics came and started to flash her eyes with a small flashflight.
"Woah...what are doing there...hey!"
Harmonia was put on a stretcher ready to go to the doctors backstage as she saw Finella who wanted to tear into Molly.
"Fin, no!"
"Gahooof!"
Finella landed like inches before Molly and looked back.
"Let me go! Let me fucking go! Is this what you fucking Island Monkeys call wrestling? Shoving someone into a steelpole in a fucking standard match?! Gosh, and I thought about saying sorry to you but forget it! I hate you, BOTH OF YOU!"
"FINELLA EDELSTEIN!"
Suddenly all went silent, even the people in the crowd seemed to have lost their voices as Harmonia sat herself up in the stretcher.
"You behave like a little child. And don't you dare use this horrible words anymore. We are better then that. What would Mama and Papa say?"
FInella stared at her.
"But..."
"I am speaking!", she said and Finella was silent.
It was obvious had assumed the role of the parents with both of them.
Finella, the hardhitting, taking no shit from anyone Hellraiser sat there like a little girl, presenting the flag to Harmonia like a price, but Harmonia ignored it.
"This whole match was in bad taste. I should never have agreed to it."
Finella gulped. Even if Harmonia did'nt say anything about that,it she felt as if Harmonia did'nt wanted HER but that was'nt the case, she just did'nt like the match.
"We are better then this and such matches can break out the most horrible things in us and I hate that. I really do. Especially..."
She took Mollys hand.
"Especially...if you find friends on your "enemy" side..."
She said friends...but meant another word, something she would'nt say...for now...
"But we won and..."
Harmonia sighed.
"I know and I am proud of you Fin, but let it go, please. Come, we go..."
The Hellraiser shook her head and got up, shoving Chelsea away as she grabbed the flag tight.
She turned around and looked at Chelsea who looked back to her, they both stared each other down for quite a while.
"FInally I have a mop to wash my toilet with...", she said and went on, but stopped as she was next to Chelsea.
"You have quite a punch...we will see each other again soon enough...Chelsea Forster.", she said and sideglanced at her, her eyes cold, the pupils small as she went on.
Harmonia looked after her and shook her head.
"Ow..ow...ow...bad idea..baaad idea..."
The medics urged her to go and Harmonia nod.
"Chelsea. You did great.", she said and raised a thumb.
"Molly...I call you to talk about the victory stipulations.", she smiled and bent forward to kiss the cheek of the Bunnie, getting a huge cheer from the whole crowd.
She looked up to the flag and smiled.
"This is nothing but a symbol."
Then she was dragged out of the arena, accompanied by the cheering crowd.

As the medics took to the ring, Molly sat there, staring transfixed at her opponent. She didn't want to move; she couldn't even blink. She was paralyzed with fear - but not of the sort that came from anything threatening her personally, but from the idea of what she had done. Over the course of this match, she and Harmonia had gone to newly established acquaintances, to friends...to something more. Just seconds ago, the two were discussing a date, in full seriousness and with nothing but high hopes for their mutual futures. And then...Molly had shoved Harmonia headfirst into the flagpole, knocking her out cold. She hadn't meant to, but now, Harmonia was hurt, potentially even put out of action. Would they get to have their date now? Would Harmonia even forgive her for this?

It was just then that Harmonia began to stir back to her senses, looking up at Molly long enough for the two to lock eyes. In that instant, the Englishwoman fell silent, her words dying in her throat as she sucked in a soft gasp. Harmonia...was okay. Even now, when she was hurt, she wanted to tell Molly she was okay.

But Molly wouldn't have long to ponder that, when Finella was hot on her tail! With a gasp, she spun around to face the other half of the match, just as Chelsea tackled the Hellraiser to the canvas only a few inches shy of Molly. Gritting her teeth, Chelsea weathered Finella's frantic thrashing, crawling up along her body to throw her arm around her throat and squeeze. "Shaddup, ye! I dun give a screwby-doo 'bout the wrestlin' or not, like, but ye do NOT choss wi' Molly! Ye cotton 'ed?"

Molly reached out to her sister, trying to calm her nerves. Clearly there were more important things at stake here! "Chelsea, calm down! It's okay, I'm not hurt, and-"

But it was Harmonia, in the end, who brought an end to their shouting match. As the whole arena fell silent, so too did Chelsea and Molly, both of whom looked up at the model. In the end, Harmonia didn't care whether anyone won or lost - or any country won or lost. In the days to come, many would remark on how classy Harmonia's response had been. In a match like this, with national pride being wagered, it would be all too easy for the winner to rejoice at the loser's expense. But Harmonia wasn't about that. She was proud of her opponents and all the effort they had shown, no matter what.

Even still, things were less cordial between Chelsea and Finella. It didn't matter to them, either, whether they were English or Austrian - all they knew was that they hated each other. This wasn't over. Things between them weren't done either, and everyone knew that - chief among them the two girls themselves.

Finella shoved Chelsea backward, where Molly quickly caught her, helping her to her feet. "Are you okay, Chelsea?" she asked, steadying her sister. Chelsea, though, was already on the move. Finella's taunts had reminded her of how her very presence made her blood boil, and that was enough to make her forget how she was still sore and shaky from her blow to the head. She leaned closer, shaking a fist in the air. "Go 'ead, leg it like de dog ye are! Dun forget we na boxed things off 'ere, like! I'll show ye soon enuff!"

When Chelsea looked back over her shoulder at Harmonia, hearing her praise, she nevertheless met it with a begrudging sigh, shaking her head. Molly, undeterred, stepped over to the blonde, nodding to her with a smile. "Sounds good...I'll give you my number back in the locker room, alright?" And if that didn't prove enough, Harmonia followed it up with a kiss to the cheek - something that made Molly blush harder.

With the Austrians leaving the ring, Chelsea and Molly were left alone in the middle of it all. The elder Forster sister rubbed at her head, looking back at Molly with a sigh. "Molly...the 'ell was that all 'bout?"

"Don't worry, Chelsea," she replied, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's all gonna work out just fine."

Winner: Harmonia and Finella Edelstein