Chelsea Loski vs Candy Cane

Chelsea was gasping like a fish out of water, damn she really pissed her off didnt she? If that was the case she needed to get out of her pronto before things got worse like they tended to when she was involved. Trying to find someplace where she didnt feel lke she was gonna die from the lack of her Chelsea flopped around and trired to get back to her feet knowing that the freight train that hit her wouldnt be still for very long.

In fact that freight train hadnt stoppe for very long at all as she felt her grabbing at her head while she was getting up to bring it crashing back down. "Oww!" Ahe grunted as she bounced off the matt and rolled to her back holding her head in pain. "Oh geez that freaking hurt." She mumbled to herself mostly.

What should have been the satisfying smack of Chelsea's head against the canvas was interrupted by more stinging in Candy's ribs; the rocker answered them with a grumble. Soft in the belly... what a load of bull. Everyone thought they had a right to tell someone she was soft. Whatever. Chelsea's head was hard, and it still hurt when it was bashed into the mat.

The slam kept Chelsea down and reeling, and Candy was determined not to let her get back up anymore for the rest of the match. Considering the continued ache in her belly, though, Candy did not look overly eager as she dropped into position behind Chelsea and grabbed the other woman by the head for the third time in the match. "I'm tellin' you like I told everyone else... you're braindead if ya think I'm soft."

Her drive to prove that statement true still fueling her, Candy hooked one of her legs around Chelsea's neck from behind to choke the other girl between her thigh and calf - taking advantage of the fact that the ref wouldn't be able to tell her to stop it.

Well if there was ever a time for a prayer in a match she was starting to think this woukd be a good a time as any. Candy seemed to be rinning off pure anger at whatever was pissig her off today, or oerhaps it was a multitude of things pissing her off and she just happened to be here when she snapped. Chelsea tried to get some distance between the teo but she was once again grabbed by her head and held in place by the fellow redhead.

Candy started to rant about peoope calling her soft but she had little time to process it as her leg came up and wrapped aroud her neck to start choking her. Chelsea gagged as her legs began kicking up and down the mat and her hands went to the leg around her neck desperatly trying to pry it off before she passed out.

”Real soft, huh!?”

Candy was a woman driven, and it did not occur to her that she did not really have a good reason why beyond “protecting her reputation” as she trapped Chelsea’s neck in the crook of her leg to breathtaking effect. The hands that tried to pry her leg away did not deter her; in fact, to wrench Chelsea’s neck tighter, the redhead grabbed the heel of her boot and pulled back to really increase the pressure. As malicious as the scene was the expression on Candy’s sneering face. She held on like this for several more seconds, body rocking with her aggression. Damn ribs were still aching.

There. Protecting her reputation. Nevermind that she wasn’t enjoying seeing Chelsea strangle.

Not enjoying it at all. But she couldn’t let people know that… ”Way too easy to make you pass out! I got more for you”, Candy shouted, trying to convince whoever could hear her, as she uncoiled her leg from Chelsea’s throat. She actually… wasn’t sure what to do next. She should have probably ended it here. But then it would look like a fluke; her kick would look like a lucky shot in the middle of an even match that had given her the victory. After the embarrassment of her match with Hinomoto, Candy couldn’t let that happen.

With a growl, Candy grabbed one of Chelsea’s arms and started hauling her to her feet. ”Come on! Get up!”

Alright this was getting dangerous, Candy was tightening the hold by grabbing her foot and pulling it in causing Chelsea to gag and her body started to panic, still her arms tried to get her loose despite her lack of progress on that front. Part of her wanted to bite down but she had enough sense to know that doing so would not end well even i she tot free and would only aggrave her opponent more. This match had been to even to let herelf tap out this soon and just as she bega to feel drained Candy let her go.

From the sound of it it wasnt out of the kindness of her heart as she brought her to her feet to set up who knows what. Whatever it was Chelsea doubted she didnt want to be here to take it but she was too busy coughing and wheezing to actually do much about it. Once she was on her feet she noticed that for now Candy only had her by the arm and if she was quick enough she might be able to get loose. So witha. Desprate breathe Chelsea winded her arm back and threw another punch into Candy's belly that honestly didnt feel very strong and tried to pry her arm free.