Christie Myers vs ???- An unexpected debut!

[Armada]

The LAW arena seemed rather densely packed for the night. Every seat in every row seemed taken, and the dozens and dozens of quite conversations building up into a dull symphony of chaotic chatter. The festivities of the night had yet to begin; in fact, it would still be a good deal of time before the LAW staff had anything ready for any of the contender’s entrances such as pyrotechnics or lights. Apparently, an intern had tripped over a power cord and accidentally wiped the majority of the entrance playlist, causing the staff to fall behind schedule as they tried there best to recover what music they could.

It was only because a referee had come out and explained the situation so honestly that the crowd was willing to sit back and wait rather patiently. The staff were unsure how long it would be until everything was fixed up, but they would provide some form of entertainment until everything was all fixed up, a decision many considered to be a reasonable trade off. The only problem was, the staff had no idea what to do to keep the audience entertained. A cameraman volunteered to do a comedy sketch, but after hearing some of his material everyone agreed that silence would be more preferable then that.

They were so caught up in their dilemma, they kept throwing out idea after idea, only to be shot down. None of the staff that was put in charge of entertainment noticed the woman walk past them and out onto the ramp as they debated a karaoke sing along idea. It was not until the whistling and shouts started did they even realize someone had walked out there.

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Christie Myers

It only seemed to take a second, maybe two, before the audience reacted to Christie. It really was not hard to figure out why, what with her choice of attire and stunning looks. Her long black hair seemed to trail behind her as she strode confidently down the ramp and entered the ring. She was quick to approach the referee, who seemed to shrink back as the mysterious woman suddenly plucked the microphone from their hands, a mean-spirited grin on her face. A gloved hand reached out and snatched the collar of the referee, pulling her in and forcing them to get closer to the grin.

“Hey there,” the woman said in a whisper only the referee heard, “Don’t go away, I’m gonna need you in a bit.”

With that out of the way, the woman shoved the referee hard, knocking them on their butt as she spun around to face the audience, “Hey everyone! Having a good time tonight?”

The audience responded with a cheer, excited that it looked like something was finally happening, “Aww, you guys don’t have to lie to me~” Another round of cheers from the audience seemed to was the response to the beautiful woman’s statement. “Well if that’s how you all really feel,” The woman said, her red eyes suddenly turned from excited to apathetic, “Then I must be in an arena full of brain-dead morons.”

The audience quickly hushed into silence, unsure of what they heard, “You heard me right, I said you’re a bunch of morons. All of you spend a decent amount on your tickets to sit in those smelly, sweaty chairs just so you can watch some kindergarten-level tickle fight between two girls? Its honestly pretty pathetic!” Some of the audience members started to send jeers toward the woman, who gave the crowd a sideways sneer. “Hey, you all should be thanking me. They told me I wouldn’t debut for another week or so, but you know what? This dump can’t even get you freaks a decent show, so fuck it! I’ll help you losers out by showing you what a real brawl looks like!”

The entire arena was booing the woman in the ring now, but she casually ignored them and instead pointe towards the entrance ramp.

“My name is Christie Myers, “The Grave Keeper” and I’ll take on any skank who thinks they can shut me up or prove me wrong! No rules to hide behind, no federation pulling any strings! A straight up fight to the finish!” Christie said, a smile that looked like it came from a snake plastered on her lips as she gave the entire audience the finger, “Unless everyone needs a special entrance in order to start their little playfights around here~”

[SubtleRoar]

*Just as the vile woman wrapped up her tirade, an all too familiar theme began blasting through the speakers of the packed stadium, heralding the entrance of the one and only Fashion Assassin herself, Kieda. Clasping a microphone in one hand and a balled fist in the other, she shot Christie a baleful glare while the audience went absolutely nuts at the sight of their fashionista's appearance, while she remained remarkably stationary amidst the laser light show that played upon her entering the arena.*

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"You know..." *She spoke into the electronic device, giving her supportive fans a moment to simmer down before continuing, shooting them a grateful smile as it seemed she had turned the tide just by existing.* "It's quite astonishing to see someone wearing such a gaudy outfit in this day and age, especially when mirrors are common amenities in almost every household." *The spectators popped with a ubiquitous* "Ooooooooh!" *While Kieda took a gracious bow from her demeaning insult.* "I mean, it looks as though you were attempting some type of pirate theme, and decided not to fully commit to it- Don't tell me you're the type to never dedicate yourself to one style, are you?" *The azure assassin rolled her eyes at the thought, all the while marching herself down the metallic ramp and near the ring apron, locking eyes with the mysterious figure.* "But, even though your attire is an absolute trainwreck, I'm going to do you an enormous favor and personally welcome you to LAW myself~"

*Without another moment of hesitation, Kieda leaped onto the vacant outskirts of the ring, planting the palms of her hands against the edges before launching herself overtop of the highest rope and landing inches away from Christie's face, shooting her a pompous grin while the audience in attendance were whipped up into a frenzy from her acrobatic acumen.* "Yeesh!" *She groaned, still trying to drive home the point of her vogueing brilliance.* "You're even more hideous up close!"

*And with that final, degrading statement the officiator sounded the bell and the match officially commenced, Kieda dropping back into a competitive stance while waiting for Christie to do the same- If she was going to emerge victorious in this conflict, then she wanted to do so earnestly for the simple fact of bragging rights.*

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[Armada]

Christie must have really ruffled some feathers in the back room, because it seemed like hardly any time went by at all before there was a challenger crawling out of the entry way. She must have been one of the lucky ones, as an obnoxious blast of music began to screech its way through the arena, accompanied by a full-on laser light show. It was strange what the LAW staff could fix in such a short amount of time.

There seemed to be so much going on with the entrance, it was actually difficult for Christie to see the woman. The music was really grating on her nerves, and by the time all the theatrics ended, an annoyed look was all that remained on the Grave Keeper’s face. Finally getting a clear view of her opponent, Christie actually turned her head and spat in disgust. That was all before the fashionista decided to throw her opinion on Christie’s choice of attire out in the open, causing the nasty expression on her face to only worsen with each passing insult.

Using the microphone, Christie responded in a mocking voice, “Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I should have followed your lead and wore something that clashes. I forgot “Walking Epileptic Seizure” is all the rage these days.” Christie sent a nasty smirk towards the woman who was now descending down the ramp, “Why do you even need a microphone? Your shitty little outfit is loud enough as it is!” Unlike her opponent, the crowd continued to boo Christie and gave her insults very little support. That was fine, she could care less about what those losers thought. Right now, she got a girl stupid enough to come out here and actually face her. Making her regret that choice was the Grave Keeper’s top priority.

With an impressive display of athleticism, the woman seemed to grab onto the ring and then jump right over the top rope, landing mere inches away from the Christie’s unyielding form, both women giving each other a hostile smile that spoke volumes of the violence to come. The crowd seemed to be eating it up, and though Christie really should have expected as much, her red eyes did widen slightly in surprise as her foe took her last few precious seconds before the match started and used them to hurl one last insult at her.

“Oh, I just know I’ll enjoy breaking you…” She muttered, quiet enough for Kieda to hear.

The bell rang just as Christie casually tossed her microphone over her shoulder. Her opponent was getting low in a fighting stance, but Christie was already lunging towards her, fist cocked backward looking ready to drive itself into her opponents face at a moment’s notice. Determined to show her foe her close quarter prowess, immediately after throwing the punch, Christie would use the motion of throwing a punch to transition into a quick roundhouse kick, making sure her cocky opponent had some cause for alarm.

[SubtleRoar]

*This audacious little puke had the nerve to question her impeccable fashion sense in the presence of thousands? Despite being incredibly outraged towards this hotshot rookie, Kieda had to admit, the kid had spunk- It's not everyday you encounter someone so willing to be this outspoken about what they think. However, that demeaning comment wasn't about to go unpunished, and as she realized what Christie was attempting to cook up, Kieda instantaneously dropped backwards and managed to narrowly avoid the initial strike before it made contact with its intended target, watching it whiz by where her face should have been as the subsequent kick managed to kiss the air in the same fashion as her fist had.*

"Woah..." *The Fashion Assassin muttered to herself- She had seen the pathetic excuses for "Fast" that some of her opponents had used against her, but this one was inexplicably quicker than the rest. Having created a chasm of distance between herself and the fleet-footed loudmouth, Kieda decided it was time to collect her thoughts and hastily cobble together a plan of attack. Elevating her arms to safeguard her most prized possession, a.k.a. her face, Kieda darted forward while maintaing a vigilant barrier around her countenance.*

"Oh, trust me~" *Kieda began summoning up a belittling retort, all the while raising her right knee in tandem to kiss Christie's midsection with for a brutal rising knee strike!* "I guarantee you that this is going to be every bit as enjoyable for me as it is for you." *She could already feel the palpable excitement between them beginning to grow with each passing second, and if nothing else, the azure assassin is going to relish this encounter throughout its full entirety.*

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[Armada]

It seemed the girl who enjoyed making fun of outfits was good for more then just giving Christie a migraine, she was actually a speedy little bugger to. She seemed to have good reflexes, dodging the first punch with hardly a second to spare and barely avoiding the kick that followed. Despite both blows missing her target, the point Christie was trying to send seemed to get across as the azure haired woman was now keeping a slight distance from the Grave Keeper. This rookie was the type that would back up her statements with force if she needed to, and judging by the smug smirk on her face, force was her preferred tactic.

“Not bad…” was all Christie said in response to her foes dazzling speed, the rookie rolling her shoulders as her foe brought her hands up in a defense posture. Right as Christie was about to rush her opponent like a bull, Kieda took the initiative and darted forward, as fast as an arrow let loose from the bow. Christie hardly had any time to react, her red eyes immediately moving towards the fashion assassin’s rising knee. Using what little reaction time she had, the Grave Keeper tried to pull up a quick defense with her arms, the knee smashing into her shaky defense an causing her to retreat a few steps back.

Her defense did little to mediate the blow, as her abs seemed to take the brunt of the strike and a dull ache lingered from the attack. The pain seemed did not seem to deter Christie from immediately pushing forward once again, a fire in her eyes that looked as though she wanted nothing more then to get her hands on the multi-colored woman.

“Enjoy this, Bitch!” the Grave Keeper screamed as she stretched out her arm, looking to smash her bicep and forearm across Kieda’s throat in a violent clothesline.

[SubtleRoar]

"Aww, what's the matter? Are you all bluster and no bite as I had expected?" *Kieda snickered in a haughty fashion, refusing to allow the woman any quarter whatsoever as she continued her relentless assault with a subsequent right to her repulsive mug. However, before her knuckles had a chance to tattoo themselves across her face, Christie had delivered a surprisingly sturdy blow across her throat, and with absolutely nothing to mitigate the incoming damage, she was forced to absorb the brunt of it all.* "GRRHHH!" *She gnashed her teeth together, feeling her feet slip up just enough to cause her to plummet towards the terra underneath her designer boots, sprawling out across the canvas from the reverberating impact.*

"THUNK!" *Her body shook violently before finally settling down, but this would provide her with very little solace- She knew what was on the verge of transpiring, and given her dire condition, Kieda had a limited number of options she could realistically use to stave off her terrifying foe. Struggling to hatch a feasible plan for her current predicament, something finally hatched in the back of her mind.* "Hmm..y..you know..y..you have..b..biceps like my last boyfriend..a..are you sure..y..you're not post-op?"

*Yes, she was going to retreat back to ad hominem, but desperate times called for desperate measures- Perhaps beneath that layer of outspoken, brash, and slightly irrational exterior was an insecure little girl that was as fragile as a faberge egg; at least, that was what Kieda was banking on to generate a bit of confusion so she could recuperate her lost stamina.*

[Armada]

Christie really couldn’t decide which was better; the heavy impact she felt all the way up her arm as she smashed it into Kieda’s throat, or Kieda’s surprised expression once she realized how helpless she was to stop the attack and be thrown to the floor. Either way, it was nice to shut her up for a change, though the crowd was as noisy as ever. Judging by the insults and jeers the crowd was throwing at the rookie, Christie summarized that her opponent must have had a fairly ravenous fanbase in order to illicit such a reaction. Of course, all the fan’s negativity simply brought a crooked smile to the Grave Keepers face as she imagined how they would react once they witnessed their perfect little idol get smashed by the new kid on the block.

After turning away for a moment to stick her tongue out and flash the finger at a few more audience members, she turned back, ready and willing to bring this to a quick and painful ground and pound beatdown! Kieda, however, had something on her mind that she wished to share. Through all the jeers and screams, it was a bit hard to hear, but Christie really could not resist hearing what her first opponent had to say. She leaned in, the nasty smile still on her face as she looked Kieda dead in the eyes.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you from all the way down there. Got something to say?”

When Christie did finally hear what the fashion assassin was trying to say, her face dropped like a stone. The smile that was there a moment ago was gone, and her ruby red eyes burned a hateful stare right into Kieda’s purple orbs.

Her ruby red eyes burned a hateful stare

For a moment, she simply gave her foe a heated glare, thoughts stewing in her mind all the while. I don’t look like a guy, ask anyone here! How dare she say something like that to me?! As if there was any doubt towards my-THERE IS NO DOUBT! Okay, so that guy said I was strong for my size, but…it is NOT noticeable! Other girls would kill to have a frame like mine! The Grave Keepers glare shifted from the azure assassin’s purple eyes to her own biceps, then bust. It was only after assuring herself that she was the peak of feminine attractiveness that she realized she had yet to respond to her foe’s taunt, which seemed to irritate Christie even further.

Having lost track of time, Christie simply retorted with “Oh, well aren’t you funny.” Before raising her foot in preparation to stomp on the lippy girl repeatedly and vent some of the frustration this girl had just given her.

[SubtleRoar]

*Her juvenile insults having served their purpose for the time being, Kieda took immediate action upon noticing how insecure Christie had become; while feeling a pang of regret for having been so harsh towards the rookie, the cobalt model seldom apologized for the way she acted- This was just business after all, and in a cutthroat competition like this, only the strong would have a chance at survival. rotating herself horizontally upwards for stability, she separated her feet a good distance away from the belligerent woman's shins, attempting to effectively sweep the towering titaness off of her feet with a sharp kick to her hamstrings!*

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*Finding the latent energy to bounce back from the severe beating she had suffered through, Kieda staggered towards an adjacent turnbuckle to hoist herself upwards and regain some semblance of control in this encounter- Meanwhile, the fans were not bashful in showing their unyielding support for their beloved fashionista, especially after the way Christie had treated them all throughout their scuffle.* "Show that bitch who's boss!" *A zealous spectator, who was probably just a tad inebriated, screamed from the sea of onlookers.* "Yeah! She doesn't know who she's messing with!" *Another hollered, giving Kieda the necessary motivation to reach the full extent of her height, albeit slightly shaken and unsteady.*

"Y..you know, given how masculine you are, perhaps you should reconsider professions." *Kieda shot off at the mouth once more, unflinching and calculated with a myriad of insults just waiting to lay into Christie with them.* "I heard through the grapevine that the local construction yard is hiring; perhaps you and your bulging biceps could show those greasy, sweaty men what a real man looks like." *She cackled in a sinister tone, relishing this feeling more than was ever considered necessary.*

[Armada]

Christie had made her personality abundantly clear throughout the entire course of this impromptu fight. She was vain, mean spirited, short tempered, and had an inflated ego about herself. Whether the fashion assassin knew it or not, her method of attack was extremely effective on Christie, poking holes into her looks and ego while fanning the flames of her violent temper. Kieda’s initial comments about the Grave Keeper’s costume were ignored but not unnoticed, and now that she was going after Christie’s actual appearance the rookie seemed to be getting a bit more distracted with her thoughts, and yet more violent with her attacks.

Judging by how high Christie lifted her leg, she was preparing to deliver a heavy stomp on her downed opponent, one that-if it landed in the wrong spot-could do some serious damage to the fashion assassin’s frame. However, Christie was far too caught up in her thoughts to realize just how much time she had given her clever opponent, and just as she was about to bring her foot down, Kieda moved into action! The veteran wrestler’s leg was like a whip, swinging around and cracking against Christie’s one grounded leg, her red eyes widening in surprise as she felt the bite of Kieda’s kick across her leg, tripping her up and leaving her to the hard embrace of gravity. A heavy “OOUF!” slipped through as Christie fell and smashed onto the floor, the ropes shaking lightly as the crowd cheered for her opponents quick thinking and clever ruse.

Slowly and tenderly, Christie sat back up and found Kieda had hoisted herself up off the ground, looking a little winded from the earlier blow but quickly recovering from the attack. Christie growled in annoyance as all of the girl’s precious little losers spat out their supportive little comments. She must have been buying into some of it, because she suddenly became a bit chattier, spouting off more of that masculinity garbage that was really getting on Christie’s nerves.

“…Shut the fuck up!”

Christie had gotten to her knees before she suddenly pushed off the floor and came charging at Kieda with the same hateful glare as before. The Grave Keeper wanted to wipe the smug smile off this girl’s face, and seeing how she was right next to the turnbuckle, she didn’t have to think hard on how to do it. Christie planned to smash the girl right in between the cold steel and the Grave Keepers own shoulder for maximum discomfort!

[SubtleRoar]

*Feeling rather accomplished after deftly sweeping the intimidating woman off her feet, Kieda felt the urge to taunt the raging bull for just a brief moment, knowing her smarmy banter would serve to burrow beneath her thin epidermis. Casually rolling her shoulders to limber herself up, it wouldn't be long before Christie retaliated with a massive shoulder tackle that would send her flying backwards, her spine crashing into the steel pillar with a reverberating* "HHUOOF!" *Assuring the cantankerous Christie that her blow had connected. Shocked at how inconceivably strong the rookie seemed to be, a handful of unconvinced fans began chanting for the audacious novice from the cheap seats.* "Nice shot Christie!" *Someone screamed, obviously enthused by what they had just witnessed.*

*Her body languishing against the steel rod, Kieda couldn't get herself together for an astute remark about Christie's appearance- It seemed as though her little strategy worked too well, as she now appeared to be on the receiving end of the monstrous woman's malice.* "G..gotta..focus..." *She stammered out, trying to lift herself from the corner turnbuckle before gnashing her teeth together to assuage the lingering anguish that continued to immobilize the fleet-footed woman. She began concocting another avenue of attack, this time, she decided it would be a prudent idea to take the kid gloves off, and introduce Christie to a level of intensity she has never known before.*

"N..not bad..b..but one attack..w..won't put me away just yet.." *Regaining a solid footing before boxing her face up around the inside of her forearms, the glamorous fashion assassin looked willing to continue after such a harsh blow was dealt to not only her physical exterior, but to her damaged pride as well. Extending the flat palm of her hand towards the belligerent bombshell, Kieda bent her fingers inwards before gesturing for Christie to "Bring it" with the tips of her digits, before subsequently sending a thumbs down her way.*

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