Christie Myers vs Kieda "The Fashion Assassin"-Much Needed TLC.

[Armada]

The chants of the disgusting masses only fueled the flames in Christie’s eyes. Kieda and her stupid posing and fashion, the crowd showering a garbage title onto her like she did anything to deserve it. Kieda was a performing monkey, one who didn’t see how pathetic she looked when she danced for the crowd. The whole thing made Christie sick.

The Grave Keeper apparently was far from the top of the fashionista’s priority list, as she was able to get up to her knees before the kunoichi decided to kick her while she was down. That was her first error. Had roles been reversed, Kieda would probably be bleeding already due to how much Christie would have attacked the woman while she was defenseless. Now, thanks to her foes showboating Christie had two arms she could use as some sort of defense. Forming a wall with her forearms, she shielded her face and chest from many of Kieda’s kicks and stomps, grunting in an effort to maintain what little protection she could get out of her arms. All the while, Kieda’s fans kept going on with there chant. Christie almost laughed when she heard one tiny peep of a cheer for her favor…as if she would need it.

The onslaught of kicks and strikes finally seemed to stop for a moment, letting the vile Undead catch her breath. The pain in her arms felt as if she had just been stung by a dozen wasps but she knew she could live through it. She had felt worse pain and kept fighting! This would be no different.

“Heh! Why are you talking like that? You suddenly turn into a soap opera since I last left you in the dirt?” The taunting smile flashed as Christies arms went down, “I still have your Gawdy purple glasses sitting on my bookshelf at home, just to remind me of when I took them from your god awful outfit!”

The taunting smile flashed

Kieda didn’t waste any time acquiring a chair, and it took Christie even less time to figure out what her foe had planned to do with it. The Grave Walker knew exactly what the kunoichi was doing, sauntering towards her like that. She was trying to build up fear, intimidate Christie into making a stupid mistake or force her to plead for her safety…

Christie simply hocked a loogie right at Kieda, Christie being the type to use bodily fluids like blood and spit to her advantage. At best, it would land on Kieda’s shoes or pant legs. Hardly anything harmful, but definitely disgusting and demoralizing.

As soon as Kieda dashed towards her, Christie moved. She wouldn’t just wait for her execution. The second she saw the chair go high, she went low, looking to roll underneath Kieda and slip right past her. If she made it past, a swift kick to Kieda’s bouncy butt would be all the Grave Keeper had time for before retreating to another side of the ring to fish out a weapon of her own.

[SubtleRoar]

*During her climactic build up to generate momentum, Christie decided to launch a glob of her own fluids towards her. While Kieda herself wasn't squeamish whatsoever, just the thought of the repulsive urchin's bodily liquids touching her sent a revolting chill down the backside of her spine. However, it did little to impede her charge, and just before she was about to connect with her massive strike, her adversary managed to slip beneath her in the nick of time, sending the aerial kunoichi soaring over her and tumbling to the ground, but not before she felt a powerful leg slam directly into her vulnerable derriere!*

"Ggrrhhh! Y..you..v..vile..c..cur!" *She summoned the expendable energy to chastise her repugnant enemy while simultaneously trying to get back her faculties from the massive drop she suffered. However, The Fashion Assassin would quickly realize that this was no simple feat- She had devoted too much of her vigor into smashing the chair through Christie's skull that now, her body needed longer than she anticipated to recuperate, inadvertently allowing the grave digger to take full advantage of her current situation.*

"Y..you won't get away with sullying my image!" *Of course, the cobalt queen certainly wasn't going to let Christie know this, and even though she might have appeared to be a mess, she was a functional, organized mess- Kieda's was incredibly adept at passing even the most hopeless predicaments off as a salvageable crisis, even something as brazenly terrible as the one she was currently in.*

"Don't let up! Don't let up!" *The crowd directed their support towards the immobilized Queenpin, which was quickly absorbed the second she felt their undying veneration, allowing the incapacitated Kieda to gradually crawl back to her feet, shaky yet obstinate on administering as much damage as humanly possible onto her nemesis!*

"W..what's the matter Christie?" *It was at this point that Kieda decided to do the unthinkable- She had just regained a stable stance, her feet still looking a little like bambi legs, before she started hurling insults in the woman's direction.* "Are you beginning to lose your touch already? I never knew you were one to avoid conflict. Perhaps the bitch is all bark and no bite, after all~" *She muttered just within earshot of the terrifying female, shooting her a snide grin that showcased her pearly whites.*

Spoiler

[Armada]

Christie managed to not only to slip right past Kieda and avoid the dangerous swing of her chair, but she also managed to hit her target’s posterior dead on! The blow caught the feisty fashionista by complete surprise, knocking her over and giving Christie the perfect opportunity to find a weapon of her own. The Grave Keeper quickly escaped towards a side further away from her poorly dressed opponent, cursing herself for not keeping her shovel with her to crack open Kieda’s skull and choke her out at the same time. Sadly, the demon would have to settle with a normal folding chair of her own.

The ruby eyes flashed towards Kieda upon hearing her taunts, a promise of heated retribution resting inside those hellish orbs as Christie stood back up and slowly walked back towards her bambi-stanced foe. Christie had a rough start, but she was looking to make up for it right now.

“Did you already forget you were the one that reached for a weapon first? You’re the one the seems scared to me.” Christie adjusted the grip on her chair, getting a feel for the heft and weight of the weapon. “Running to your fans, asking for their help…That’s a big difference between us, you color clashing cunt. I don’t need anyone’s help to beat your ass!”

The look in the pale woman’s told Kieda that wasn’t a threat, but a promise. The previous victory Christie had over the veteran fighter gave her a powerful confidence she didn’t seem to have normally. It helped that Kieda looked weak, more so then she ever had.

“I’m stronger than you, faster than you, and at least twice as smart! So why don’t we just put you in the ground?”

With that out of the way, Christie made her move. She howled an angry cry, running at Kieda with the intent to smash her skull into the pavement. She swung the chair in a downwards arc, but used the momentum to twist into a roundhouse kick! If either of her attacks found their mark, the damage was sure to be severe!

[SubtleRoar]

*Too distracted by her own hubris to perceive her target as anything less than a sniveling cretin, Kieda continued to superfluously showboat while the crowd continued to devour her delicious movements, almost as if they were famished for her unique style of entertainment!* "Just because my adoring entourage is willing to help me doesn't mean I'm weak; quite the opposite, actually~" *She snickered, on the precipice of going into a diatribe for the ages all the while maintaing her signature style and poise.*

"It means I'm strong, far stronger than someone of your dingy personality could ever possibly become." *She began showcasing her brilliant logic, one word at a time.* "Having people there to support you in your darkest hours only means you have an attractive personality. And I'd LOVE to break it to you, but you're certainly not the type to boast about having any type of redeeming qualities." *She gestured with the tip of her index finger, starting at the top of Christie's head and trailing all the way down to her boots.* "Everything about that repulsive attitude and hideous ensemble just screams daddy issues."

*However, just as she was about to hammer in the death nail of her verbal bombardment, The Crypt Keeper decided to abruptly cut her off by swinging the metallic instrument at her. Predictable, the cobalt kunoichi thought, as she easily dipped out of the way and managed to evade it enti~* "WHAM!" *And just like that, Kieda found herself staggering backwards, her once ebullient personality having been deftly destabilized by the devastating shot!*

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"Hhnnhh..." *Her world still spinning in circles, the dazed fashionista arched herself forward to prevent a terrible spill to the ground. She knew if she ever tumbled from this position, it could spell disaster for her.* "A..at least you can fight..." *Still spouting off condescending remarks even while being on the receiving end, Kieda maintained her sense of superiority through the unfathomable anguish, her concentration remaining unstable as she tried to gather her bearings.*

[Armada]

So much cheering, so much laughter and praise was showered upon the azure assassin it became deafening. She continued to pose and speak like a Queen handing down judgment to her subjects in a manner that was flashy enough to be showmanship, but authoritative enough to be taken seriously. Her flashy attire shimmered in the lights of the arena, and though she had been fighting on the concrete, her dazzling attire remained untainted by dust or dirt. Her smile shined bright with confidence and experience. Even if she didn’t feel it, no one would disagree she looked ready and willing to pummel Christie into a red smear with a grin on her face.

And yet the woman across from her continued to glide forward, closer and closer. The red highlights in her hair were like rivers of blood rolling down her locks as she continued to walk forward soundlessly, any noise she made devoured by the fans. Like the red death from Edgar Allen Poe’s story, Christie seemed to glide forward, its only sight on the Queen that walled herself off from the others, its one goal was to devour her happiness and leave her wallowing in a puddle of blood and agony.

It wasn’t until the red death howled like a banshee that her silent stride was broken. Christie’s slow, silent approach was suddenly transformed into a gruel, frenzied rush. The swing of her chair was telegraphed and sloppy, easily dodged by the idol of everyone’s reverence. Sadly, that only left her wide open for the much more violent attack. The kick found its mark, striking for blood as it rang against the kunoichi’s skull.

Even then, Kieda continue to speak, as if it was her duty to show she was unafraid of the red death that crept forward for her, ready to consume her at a moment’s notice. The Scarlet horror continued to move forward, using its weapon to smash the ninja’s chair aside. Should Kieda lose her grip on her weapon, so too would Christie as she lurched forward to grasp onto Kieda’s icy blue strands of hair. With a look that lacked any idea of what the word “mercy’ could even relate to, Christie reeled back her other fist, and would begin to smash her fist into the weakened woman’s skull, looking to weaken her before tossing her back into the ring like a corpse into the morgue.

With a look that lacked any idea of mercy

[SubtleRoar]

*The numbing sensation that intruded upon Kieda's otherwise unprecedented beauty was a sight to behold- Not just from the point of view of her legions of devoted supporters, but also from the Fashion Assassin herself. Throughout the course of her extensive and illustrious law career, she hadn't felt this degree of ire towards someone before. It was quite the exhilarating experience, and in all honesty, she began to develop an uncanny bond with Christie. Perhaps not something she would verbally admit or share with this detestable twat, but certainly something she would have to address later- When she wasn't getting pummeled into the ground by said irritating bitch.*

Spoiler

"NGGHH!" *As the fist met its mark, Kieda sank to the ground like a lead balloon, her legs almost instantaneously buckling from the raw strength Christie harbored within her bundled fist. The tactile shock Kieda felt as Christie's knuckles connected was particularly concerning for her, as she began to feel her eyes flicker and the lights above her start to gradually dim. As her body smashed against the cement flooring with a sickening* "THUNK!" *Kieda wrenched from the contact, an audible* "Aaaaah!" *Seeping out between her clinched teeth.*

"Y..you..haven't..nnhh..won..yet..." *She stammered out between gasps, still visibly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of force that her body had been forced to absorb. This gauntlet of a match was beginning to take its toll on the vivacious superstar, and it became all too brazen that Christie was going to steal the show in no time flat!*

*Forcing herself to sit up while still in a heavy daze, Kieda knew that exerting any amount of unnecessary energy would inevitably bring about her untimely demise. So, she decided to go with another, hopefully more fruitful strategy- Taunting.* "W..what..you're just going to stand there now? should have expected that from a neanderthal like you..." *She hissed, still trying to shake the lingering cobwebs from her cluttered attic.*

Spoiler

[Armada]

The strong impact against Kieda’s skull sent shockwaves up Christie’s arm and gave her a nice relaxing tingle. A good, solid punch was a rare thing to land, and though she may have been just a little bit biased, the undead woman would even go so far as to say that was the best one she ever threw. No pain on her side, just a perfect transfer of force from Christie’s body into the bluenette’s skull. The way she crashed against the floor reminded Christie of a motorbike falling over, the perfect crunch of something collapsing on concrete paired with a shrill scream of stress and pain.

It only just occurred to Christie that she felt a small, cold bead of something around her cheek. A gloved hand went to inspect the alien substance, but what she saw was all too familiar to her. Fresh blood, straight from the poor girl writhing on the floor. The demonic eyes narrowed as Christie once again smiled down at her foe, letting her slowly recover Christie stared down at her.

“Now, how did that get there? ~” The sultry tone of the Crypt Keeper seemed to dance through the air as she spoke to her foe. Rather then wipe the blood away, her tongue moved to take a quick lick of the kunoichi’s blood, before turning away to continue on with her dirty deeds.

“Now, how did that get there?”

Christie quickly gathered the chairs the two had been using moments prior and threw them into the ring, even going so far as to lean down underneath the canvas and snatch up a folding table that was quickly thrown into the square. As soon as a decent number of brutal weapons were in the ring, she turned back towards Kieda.

With a strut that accentuated her hips and posterior, Christie walked back towards her recovering opponent, before reaching down to snag onto her pony tail to drag her back to her feet.

“Let’s go princess. Your public is waiting, and I want your execution to be as definite as possible.”

[SubtleRoar]

*She didn't have to look into a mirror to realize what had just transpired- Christie had managed to bust her open, something the fashion assassin wasn't too accustomed to, with that last brutal blow. While things had been relatively even in terms of combative parity up to this point, it was becoming increasingly evident that Christie could tap into her sadistic malevolence without any form of noticeable hesitation, thus granting her a distinct advantage in battle. With a crimson streak tarnishing her otherwise immaculate, alabaster skin Kieda reluctantly allowed the intimidating woman to touch her gorgeous mane, dragging her up and on to her ornate boots.*

"G..get off of me..y..you vile..c..cur..." *she snapped in a weary, worn voice while the crowd surrounding her began raining down a maelstrom of jeers to show their utter detestation towards Christie. However, unbeknownst to the aggressive amazon, Kieda was slowly beginning to replete her lost energy. She knew that squandering it all on a regular skirmish would prove disastrous, so she knew that biding her time and waiting for the precise moment to strike was the far more prudent option she could afford herself.

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"W..what are you plotting?" *She meekly inquired, continuing to play the part of the hapless and helpless rookie that had been deftly ensnared in the perfectly laid trap. Whilst it wasn't known to the common public, save for a certain pink partier, Kieda was an extraordinary actress- She secretly yearned for the spotlight more than anything else in the world, and wrestling allowed her the opportunity to enhance her already outstanding ability to behave in such a convincing manner.*

"J..just don't h..hurt m..me anymore..." *Kieda's voice trembled with a slight fidgeting in her stance, continuing to adeptly ham up her weakened state in the eyes of her dominator. Secretly however, the cobalt silhouette was relishing the chance to improve upon her acting acumen while simultaneously waiting to spot an opening in Christie's armor. Once she had finally honed in on something that she considered a weakness, it would be the beginning of the end for the crypt keeper.*

[Armada]

Kieda didn’t seem as chatty as she once was after feeling the thin trail of blood roll down her skull. Perhaps blood scared the fashionista more then Christie first thought, but the discovery was not an unwelcomed one. Kieda was far more compliant then ever before, simply clinging onto her hair that was wound tightly in the Grave Keepers grip, sputtering weak insults in an attempt to appear defiant, but betraying her fatigue.

The damage was already catching up to the high and mighty bitch that thought so highly of herself. Christie was suffering and aching as well, but she was tough enough to hide it. This girl thought she was stronger because she had a few nerds calling out her name in some pathetic chant? That she tough because she beat a couple of inexperienced underwear models? She was a joke, one with no punchline. Christie enjoyed proving Kieda wrong…

And as the blue haired girl begged for the undead woman not to hurt her any further, the sadistic smile seemed to double in size, giving her a monstrous look. Christie would comply with Kieda’s request, but not out of the kindness of her black heart. Christie used her free arm to grab one of Kieda’s wrists and wrench it away from her hair, and push her against the ring. The scared, sorrowful Kunoichi trembled against the ring, unable to even look Christie in the eyes any longer.

the sadistic smile seemed to double in size

The Snake woman leaned in, and began to whisper into Kieda’s ear, twisting her foes wrist further back as she did so.

“What am I plotting? I’m pretty sure I already told you…I’m going to break you apart in front of your little fans…then I’ll bury you, leave you screaming for mercy and begging for forgiveness…until your nothing but a puddle of mush. You’re not too far off now, you sad sack of shit~” Christie pressed herself closer to the ninja, her powerful body dominating Kieda as she gave her no personal space, “If you beg a little more, I’ll make it quick. One more Grave Digger, and you will be all done.”

She wouldn’t wait for Kieda. The Grave Keeper would try to force the ninja into the ring, violently if she needed to. As soon as her opponent rolled into the ring, Christie would slither in with her, ready to continue the fight with all of the chairs and tables at her disposal.

[SubtleRoar]

*With her aching physique quietly continuing to recover from the damage Christie had inflicted upon her,Kieda managed to conjure up something of a second wind once her aggressor tossed her back into the ring. However, what she wasn't anticipating was the lack of distance between herself and the intimidating presence of the menacing woman. She wasn't bashful about flaunting just how terrifying she truly was at her peak, bringing her lips uncomfortably close to the Fashion Assassin's ear while muttering some obscene statement directly to her. This prompted Kieda to initiate her counterattack sooner rather than later, her blood beginning to boil quicker than she had expected.*

"Hmm..well, since you think so highly of yourself.." *The Cobalt Silhouette responded, continuing to play the part of the submissive female right up until she noticed The Grave Digger's guard was down. It was now or never she thought, and in the blink of an eye, Kieda was darting towards the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes to augment her already remarkable speed with a beaming grin stretching the length of her face!*

"Then perhaps I should remind you who the REAL queen of this ring is!" *Squandering little time to reemphasize her undeniable presence within the squared circle, Kieda leapt into the air, ricocheting off of the ropes like a pinball reverberating off of a bumper, before shooting her feet downwards and slamming them against Christie's exposed backside!*

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*Once she felt herself connect with the devastating maneuver, the all too angelic sound of her boots digging themselves into Christie's spine with a euphoric* "THUNK!" *Was like an angelic choir caressing Kieda's ears with their dulcet voices. She continued to twist and mash her feet into the haughty harbinger of death's vertebrae, all the while hearing the crowd erupt with thunderous applause!*

"Keep her down! Keep her down!" *They chanted in unison, bolstering Kieda's confidence as she struck a pose for her adoring fans while simultaneously keeping the malevolent witch down.* "Well, I can't disappoint my entourage now, can I?" *She glanced down, waiting to hear a response for her rhetorical question from the woman suffering beneath her.*