Kieda Uzai vs Christie Myers - Casket Match

[Armada]

Like a dark spectre coming to haunt Kieda’s dreams, Christie’s form was a streak of black and red! Her burning eyes focused on her prey, her arm cocked back like a scythe ready to reap Kieda’s life and soul to drag to the underworld! It was becoming clear the Christie herself had grown stronger since their first encounter. She was only just about the speed of the kunoichi, who stood firm against the encroaching darkness! Just as the vile villainess swung her arm down to cave in her victims face, the ninja just as quickly stepped in and slammed her knuckles into the abhorrent woman’s cheek!

Instantly, all of Christie’s momentum was used against her! Her elbow found its mark, but lost some of the power behind it! A brilliant gust of force from each fighter’s blow blew their hair about as though a wild gust had pushed them! Both of them were forced back...but it would be Kieda who toppled over. Her malevolent foe was still standing...but a thin strand of scarlet was dripping from her lips…

Kieda had drawn first blood!

While that may have been considered a win in a twisted way, the position the kunoichi found herself in was not ideal. Kieda was now between the mat...and a woman who seemed fed up with her, in the most lethal sense.

The revenant chuckled, it’s face melting into the shadow of her own black hair. Only the smile on her face could be visible as she peered down at Kieda, taking a single step towards the fashion assassin as a terrifying feeling of dread seemed to infect the ring.

“Seems to me you haven’t fixed the biggest flaw haunting you just yet, Kieda!”

Biggest flaw yet, Kieda.

The time the shadow pounced for the kunoichi, her fingers ready to seize and tangle Kieda’s limbs like a spider weaving its prey into submission!

“You’re still holding back!”

Should Christie find her mark, she would pin Kieda’s arms down to the canvas, straddling her waist as the demon’s eyes scorched her retina’s with their fierce glare.

“A bitch like you is never going to beat me with speeches and fucking poses...You want to win, you have to get dirty! You have to fight like your life is on the line if you want any chance!!! So I’ll make it easy for you Kieda…” The woman growled, her fangs laid bare as she scowled in the ninja’s prepped and make-up covered face, “If I get you in that coffin...It’s because I ended you! Not like the other bitches...I mean I ended you!”

The serious tone in Christie’s voice implied she was telling the truth. The dominant woman would pull Kieda off the floor and look to throw her aside in a brutal display of strength. This had become a serious fight. A fight in which Kieda was promised to be pushed further than ever before. There was no quitting, no surrender. The Fashion Assassin could only win, or fall forever into the black void.

[SubtleRoar]

*The resounding blow left the illustrious Fashion Assassin immobilized against the canvas, rendering her temporarily stunned from the impact. However, that wasn't what sent chills down her spine; it was how Christie went about addressing the situation at hand. She had already been granted the displeasure of getting acquainted with the murderous hellhound, but this wasn't any ordinary exhibition in her eyes- She was waging an eternal war on the Cerulean Shadow, which Kieda embraced with open arms!*

"Nnhh..hmhm.." *Despite being addressed with the most sinister ultimatum she had ever heard, the azure silhouette retained her composure. Christie's strongest aspect was psychological warfare, and if Kieda were to somehow cripple this aspect of her arsenal, she would have a distinct advantage over the diabolical witch. Reciprocating Christie's menacing glare, Kieda narrowed her vision and focused every ounce of her energy on the looming threat before her.*

"You...HONESTLY believe that you're the biggest threat I've ever had to overcome?" *Kieda snapped, as if a bear trap had sunk its teeth into the flesh of an unsuspecting victim.* "Try dropping twenty pounds in three weeks, while juggling your dietary habits, all while running one of the most successful gyms in the country!"

*As the kunoichi stumbled towards a nearby corner post, she suddenly caught herself before fully collapsing against the turnbuckle. Swiveling on the balls of her feet, Kieda snarled from the audacity Christie displayed, darting in her direction with a countenance of pure ire abundantly present!*

"You don't DESERVE to share this stadium, let alone this very RING with the likes of me!" *Channeling a tremendous amount of momentum behind her furious footsteps, Kieda coasted through the sky before whipping her lead foot upwards, attempting to smack Christie across the mandible with her designer boots!*

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[Armada]

Christie tossed the tiny and frail Fashion Assassin away like she was only swatting away a fly. Even as Kieda impacted against the ring floor, Christie was set to adjusting her gloves to fit just a bit better. Many would likely take issue with Christie thinking of one of the most popular LAW competitors as Frail and small, but seeing how she had humiliated her twice and equally crushing manners, that was simply how Christie had started to think of her so called “Rival”. Even as Kieda began to stand back up, thanks to the annoying crowds beckoning, Christie couldn’t help but think the woman would spout off some nonsense about how Christie was wrong and that everything Kieda did made her stronger, blah blah blah!

If such a speech occured, Christie resigned herself to kicking Kieda’s jaw off in the middle of it and stomping on whatever remained. She had heard so much bullshit since coming to LAW that sounded similar that the Grave Keeper simply couldn’t stomach it anymore. Of course, every person had a right to have their final words heard...which was why when Kieda took a breath, Christie held back and waited for her to start her sentence. If she didn’t like what she heard, then Kieda would be cut off.

Of course, nobody could predict what Kieda actually had to say next. Christie’s eyes lazily glanced over towards her fuming opponent as she fell into the turnbuckle. Too weak to even stand from the looks of it. It was only when Kieda compared Christie to a strict diet that Christie really started paying attention. The stress of work, the pain of counting calories, and the madness of a weigh in deadline all were leagues above the Grave Keeper in Kieda’s mind! The simple thought that Christie held herself so high in Kieda’s life was ludicrous, according to the azure assassin! Christie was tough, but not much more.

with confused ire

The crowd was stunned into silence. Kieda’s fans had gotten valuable personal insight into their Queen’s daily life! No one spoke a word as Kieda lashed into Christie, who stared at the once pitiful ninja with confused ire. Never had Kieda been so…petty. Christie didn’t know if she should take the comparison between her and a diet as an insult, or simply discard it as ridiculous. Christie didn’t have much time to think on such a query, as Kieda suddenly blasted off straight towards the Grave keepers person!

It wasn’t until Kieda was right on top of CHristie that the sadist realized she left herself completely open! That damn speech actually ripped her attention away from the fight! Christie tried to defend herself, but by the time her arms moved, Kieda’s boot tread filled her vision.

And everything went dark…

When Christie woke up, she was spread eagle on the floor, pain running up her jaw and down her neck. She groaned as she reached up and rubbed her chin, trying her best to will her body into sitting up, but her brain was too busy trying to remember what happened!

[SubtleRoar]

*As her flying foot met its mark with stunning accuracy, causing the petrifying taskmaster to sprawl out across the floor in anguish. This typical response to getting cracked across the mandible with a menacing kick wasn't anything new for the illustrious assassin, but this time felt different- The satisfying connection her ornate boot made with the smug countenance of her eternal rival sent a tremor of unyielding elation throughout her taut physique, and as Christie collapsed against the canvas, she elegantly landed on the platforms of her feet. The graceful vision of pure sophistication within the ring caused the audience to spontaneously erupt with overzealous applause!*

"Yes, yes. I'm the embodiment of perfection, I know~" *Strutting around her victim like a fox on the verge of lunging forward for the killing blow, Kieda ruminated over the potential routes she could take regarding this rare opportunity.The initial, and most powerful, thought she experienced was to simply finish this match prematurely and roll this revolting demon into the vacant casket. However, that would be far too easy for her to accomplish, and if Kieda were being honest with herself, too underwhelming in a sense. No, she wanted Christie to suffer for having tortured her for so long, and tonight was her night of retribution.*

"Tsk tsk tsk~" *The azure silhouette dismissively shook her head while peering down at the struggling succubus.* "You know Chrissy." *She began, ambling over towards her before smashing the bottom of her right boot against the cackling demon's maw!* "You're definitely someone who's etched her name into the wall of legends for me; I've spent months trying to formulate the exact way I'd celebrate your inevitable demise." *She continued, all the while scaling the nearby turnbuckle, perfectly multitasking as the audience gasped at her next move!*

"Then I was struck by the most brilliant epiphany I've ever experienced~" *Striking an immaculate pose, her hands pointing outwards while her unmatchable beauty eclipsed the lights, bringing her shadow across Christie's body!* "Why should I conjure up anything that you'd most likely forget, or even discard to the wayside when I could leave an indelible mark on that unkempt body of yours!" *And before Christie had the chance to react, Kieda's body coasted through the air, inevitably slamming her feet against the taskmaster's back for a brutal double stomp!*

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[Armada]

The world was spinning around like a broken carnival ride. Rather than stay in one direction, the lights continued to fly around like bugs in the summer air. It was hard for Christie to focus on anything when it was all moving around in a jumbled mess. She moved her head left, but it felt as though it went right. Nothing was making sense just yet, the cheers of the crowd and noise of the referee just static until Christie could properly filter through the information being fed to her systems. Her jaw was still sore, and when she opened it, there was a barely audible click. Nothing serious, but certainly a wound that would be felt the next couple of days.

Suddenly, her jaw exploded in pain once again! Her head twisted to the side as she toppled over, apparently having been kicked in the head once again. Strangely, this blow actually helped filter some of the noise out and give Christie a cleared image of what was going on. Kieda was talking again, as she often did. From what Christie could see, she had climbed to the top turnbuckle, and was posing for the fans yet again. Apparently, she had something special in store for Christie.

The assassin would hop into the air, and drive the heels of her feet into the center of Christie’s spine! The demon howled in agony as her back lit up in fiery pain! The crowd ate it all up as Christie squirmed underneath Kieda’s designer boots. The vile viper of a woman cast a glare over her shoulder, baring her fangs not unlike an actual reptile as she growled at the Assassin!


“GET YOUR FAT ASS OFFA ME! The only ‘mark’ you will ever make on me is the scars you’ll give my knuckles when I BEAT YOUR FACE IN!”

Amazingly, Christie still had the energy and the power to begin to push herself off the ring floor, with Kieda still riding her back! The Grave Keeper was a strong foe, one that seemed as hard to put down as her namesake implied. Eventually, Christie would get to the point where Kieda had to hop off of her, wherein Christie would attempt to damage the fashion model’s jaw with a savage upper cut from the floor!

[SubtleRoar]

*As her viciously expensive footwear came crashing down against Christie's backside with an immensely gratifying* "CRACK!" *That sent a shockwave across the coliseum, Kieda was on the verge of prematurely celebrating her victory. As far as partying goes, she had to drastically increase the degree of tolerance she had, given that her beloved Mina Piper was the type to host such extravagant gatherings for almost no apparent reason. However, this thought would be immediately cut short when Christie summoned enough vigor to scold the assassin for being overweight.*

"ME!? FAT?!" *She glared down, a baleful stare leering in the demonic female's direction as she balled up her fists from the seething detestation.* "How DARE you address me in such a manner! I've been easily cutting weight every solitary time I've fought! Now, if you were to take more than half of a microsecond to stare into a mirror, you'd notice that your repulsive pudginess is why the opposite sex finds you absolutely...?!?!" *Suddenly, she felt the ground beneath her shake, forcing her to shuffle sideways and off of her rival.*

*This, unfortunately, did not stop Kieda's diatribe whatsoever, and she continued to verbally bombard Christie with a plethora of names and disparaging adjectives!* "Now, as I was saying, you're the one who could use a break from the buffets and saturated fats, you bloated bim...!!!" *As fate would have it, Kieda's incessant prattling allowed Christie the perfect opportunity to even the odds!*

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"GGGNHFF!" *The staggering blow caused the unsuspecting kunoichi to eat the entirety of Christie's devastating attack, almost forcing her legs to buckle upon contact as her backside bounced against the opposite ropes!* "Uhhh...d..damn..." *She swore under her breath, cursing herself for ever having underestimated the unwavering ire Christie possessed!*

[Armada]

Christie’s fist rocketed upwards and cracked into Kieda’s jaw like a fiery explosion! The sound echoed out into the crowd almost as loud Kieda’s previous stomp, but the results of the punch made it easy for Christie to climb back up to her feet. The two were always feuding inside the ring, and it seemed that both of their verbal attacks had hit some marks on the other person's pride. By the time Christie climbed back to her feet, her face was scrunched up in a sadistic snarl as the two fighters glared at each other. The bearing of Christie’s fangs quickly changed into a cruel smile as Kieda’s own pride was damaged by the snide comment.

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“Wow, that’s absolutely rich coming from you! The bitch whose fatass can’t even hook a guy! Guy's only want to jerk off to your rolls, but only the most desperate, pathetic, weak willed morons would ever fuck you..."

The demon leaned in with a demented look in her eyes, "Which reminds me...How is your stupid little pink-haired slut doing? Does she enjoy getting in bed with a failure every night?”

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Christie rushed forward and seized the fashion assassin’s shoulders, pushing her all the way to the opposite corner and pinning her arms to the ropes. This created an excellent chance for the Grave Keeper to lean in and take up Kieda’s view. She was nothing if not ruthless. In Christie's eyes, nothing was off limits when it came to Kieda.

“Maybe I should pay her a visit? Show her what a decent fight looks like, after I toss her your broken, beaten body~ I ain’t into skanks, but I won’t mind fucking her over...just to screw with you. One final goodbye from me.”

Christie’s finger squeezed Kieda’s arms tight! She wanted the fashion assassin to squirm! To really feel the Grave keeper’s words worm into her ears and infect that cheerful, too cool for school front Kieda so often put up!

[SubtleRoar]

*It was one thing to deride and criticize the Fashion Assassin's way of life, her personal dogmas and culture, but the instant Christie brought Kieda's beloved into the situation, all bets were officially off- Once Christie pushed her backwards, her entire expression transformed.* "You...BITCH!" *Was the last sentence The Azure Assassin banshee shrieked before lurching her forehead forward and smashing it against the bridge of the taskmaster's nose, sending her staggering backwards . However, Kieda barely looked fazed whatsoever, deciding to dash forward and capitalize on the opportunity that was presented to her!*

"You think you know what LOVE is?!" *She began verbally bombarding her nemesis, lunging towards the sky before hooking her arm around Christie's neck.* "You consider yourself someone to be revered and feared, but at the end of the day, you go home to absolutely NOBODY!" *She continued, tears beginning to well up from the unfettered anger she was beginning to unleash!* "I've gone through so much turmoil in my life to get to where I am, and you think you can suddenly appear and take it all away!?"

*Connecting with her arm, Kieda suddenly tugged backwards to plant Christie's forehead against the center of the canvas, intent on shaking the very foundation of the surface!* "I've personally had enough of your nonsensical blathering, and this should put an end to your constant prattling!" *She felt herself continuing to purge, but the immediate anger she was overwhelmed with was slowly beginning to subside, at least from what she could feel.*

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[Armada]

The demon’s claws sank into Kieda’s arms with a merciless grip that assured the kunoichi would be unable to fight back in any satisfactory manner! Kieda would be forced to endure and choke on the venomous words Christie spouted with such ire that they would practically sear the fashion assassin’s eardrums. The air between them began to ripple from the sheer fury the two shared for each other! Lines had been crossed, and while Christie already had a nasty expression on her face for basically her entire career at LAW, it was a shock to see something on Kieda’s sweet and marketable face!

Before anything else could happen, Kieda’s skull swung down hard! The impact of her cranium cracking against the ridge of Christie’s nose caused the Grave Keeper to immediately shriek in pain! The nose was a bundle of nerves, which flared up in agony as both shock and pain was suddenly sent through her skull! Instinctively, Christie released Kieda to protect her nose! Tears blurred her vision as the pain singed her eyes, causing her nose to leak both mucus and drips of blood from the sudden shot to the face! Her mind couldn't focus on anything as she howled and screamed, backing up to try and give herself some space!

But she would find no such space! Kieda was furious! Outraged that her lover had been brought into this battle and threatened on top of it! Christie could only vaguely make out Kieda’s bright costume through her sticky tears, and despite throwing a bunch in the azure blob’s general direction, she would feel her hated foe's arm wrap around her neck!

”Gck!”

The force around her head made her body bend forwards, Kieda reaming her out for daring to cross the line in such a manner. Christie didn’t care, too busy wiping the water from her eyes and the drippings from her nose. It was hard to breathe with Kieda squeezing her throat, but Clearing her nose would make things infinitely easier in that department.

“What turmoil, bitch? Cry about it to someone who gives a shit! You’re a fucking loser! You were back then and you are now!”

Christie had more to say, but she suddenly felt Kieda’s grip tighten. Before another word could exit Christie’s lips, her forehead was brought down to the ground! Instantly, the violent threats and insults were silenced. A dull, heavy moan echoed out from under Kieda like the lost soul of a revenant. Christie’s body went limp, but her head rolled to the side when freed by Kieda. The demon’s eyes still half open, lazily looking around the ring as she gripped her head in pain!

[SubtleRoar]

*While the devastating* "THWACK!" *Of the impact sent an inexorable wave of jubilation throughout Kieda's weary form, it was a bittersweet moment- Despite having temporarily debilitated her foe, The Fashion Assassin knew she would have to preserve her energy for something she was planning; something gargantuan, even. This battle was hers to claim and hers alone, and even though the sadistic succubus that was clutching her skull still posed a humungous threat towards her, it wouldn't deter her enough to give her pause.*

"You continue to prattle on about a subject that you clearly know nothing about~" *With an almost flippant tone to her voice, Kieda casually brushed herself off before striking a glorious pose towards her adoring audience, bringing her hands directly above her head while remaining perfectly sedentary. This instantaneously caused the crowd to flash their cameras, a sea of flickering lights and sounds washing over the two combatants within the ring.* "These people do more than just encourage me to expunge repugnant filth such as yourself, but they inspire me to become greater than what I could have ever imagined myself~"

*And with that, Kieda proceeded to bury the heel of her boot against Christie's flank, effectively nudging her underneath the lowest rope and onto the outside of the arena, somewhere in the dark oblivion that Kieda didn't dare concern herself with- She was finally basking in the spotlight by herself, and decided to swivel her head around before assuming one, final pose within the squared circle.* "You are all about to witness a flying fashionista, I hope you can handle it~" *She snickered under her breath while smacking her posterior, the sensation giving her a light, tingling sensation between her legs.*

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*In the blink of an eye, The Cerulean Shadow was suddenly airborne, coasting through the air as if she concealed wings within her mauve jacket. Her arms spread to her sides to eclipse the woman below her, casting a shadow over Christie's figure to remind her that she would always be miles above her, wherever she may tread.* "I am the fashion...and YOU are the victim!" *She screamed, attempting to end Christie's futile attempts at a comeback by slamming directly into her!*

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