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

[Armada]

Christie was already imagining what she would do with the whimpering little cur that Kieda had turned into. Should she tart by stomping down on her defenses form? Perhaps the Grave Keeper could twist one of the kunoichi’s limbs to the breaking point and let her scream out to the people she seemed to care for so much. How lovely it would be to leave her a crying, sad, and broken in front of all of these people that cheered for her and seemed to adore her. The idea made Christie’s heat race in excitement! Soon, Kieda would be little more then a broken toy…one that had given Christie a myriad of delicious memories~

But…that was not to be. Not yet.

Kieda, who had been a sniveling little coward seconds before had suddenly grown a spine in a flash. Christie did not realize she had been tricked until it was for too late to do anything about it. Her back was exposed, her defenses non-existent, and her opponent was taking every advantage given to her. If Christie was a snake, Kieda was an eagle swooping in to pluck it away and tear it to shreds for its next meal.

Christie’s spine cracked all the way up to her neck as Kieda’s designer boots smashed down on top of it. A howl of agony ruptured out of Christie like a bat out of hell, and her entire body tensed up in pain. Even some of her long, raven locks were caught underneath Kieda’s boots. The boot burned the Crypt Keepers pale, bare skin. The pain only grew stronger and more acute as Kieda practically danced on Christies spine. What hurt just as much was Christie’s pride. The embarrassment at having been completely fooled was not lost on her, and her face turned a flush of red not only from pain, but unease as well.

The embarrassment at having been completely fooled was not lost

“Y-you…FUCKING BITCH! I’ll- ARGHHH! I’M GONNA RIP YOU TO FUCKING PIECES!!! YOUR GONNA-OW OW OWWWW!!! FUCK!”

The crowd continued to cheer for their queen, the wicked witch caught underneath the dominating power of her shoe’s. Christie seemed to be stuck like a rat in a trap, howling in pain and hurling death threats at her tricky foe.

[SubtleRoar]

*Although she could easily construe what Christie blurted out through her anguish, The Fashion Assassin was too overwhelmed by the ineffable sensation of trampling the malevolence out of her opponent.* "Aww, are you suffering a little down there? I'm ever so sorry that your feeble attempts at beating me fell far short of what you had expected." *Kieda continued to pour salt upon the freshly opened wound, sliding her feet apart to allow her to straddle her immobilized foe as an idea began to hatch within her brain.*

"However, I believe it's time that I fully asserted myself~" *She chortled aloud, firmly latching her hands against Christie's hips to force her upwards and into a hunched position. Maneuvering her hands around the svelte woman's waist, Kieda ensnared her within an almost inescapable german suplex lock!* "So, tell me something my little Chrissy Wissy." *She gingerly whispered into her ear, having begun using pet names as a sign of showing her who the superior woman genuinely was.* "How does it feel to suffer at the hands of someone so irresistibly attractive, sensationally skilled and dazzlingly talented?"

*Just as she began hoisting Christie upwards for the inevitable dunk against the canvas that awaited her, Kieda had a shift in attitude- Why should she relinquish her captive so early? She wasn't in any rush whatsoever, and augmenting her pain was certainly something the cobalt streak was keen on executing. So, without another second of hesitation, Kieda began administering a crippling, crushing force around the edges of Christie's shapely frame, all the while managing to keep the crowd more than engaged in the brawl.*

Spoiler

"Hhnnh! How about I grind that obese physique of yours into dust, and you can go back to getting your twenty four hours of beauty sleep!" *Kieda bellowed aloud, reinforcing her presence by wrenching her arms against Christie's entrapped arms to try and force her to pass out from the sheer intensity of the pain alone!*

[Armada]

It felt as if every nerve in Christie’s back was screaming out in agony as the fashion assassin finally stepped off of her spine. The downed undead reached back to try and massage the pain away, but even touching the skin sent spasms of suffering shooting throughout her body. It wasn’t until then she realized she had been holding her breath the entire time, but found difficulty breathing in normal smooth breaths. The pain made it so each inhalation of oxygen was difficult and shaky, and one could mistake the Grave keeper for beginning the process of weeping.

Her suffering was not yet over, but Christie was still trying to recover. Every small movement was like getting jabbed in the back with a dull knife, and as Kieda began to run her mouth once again, her more violent opponent realized she couldn’t move to shut her up. In a way, that punched a hole in her pride worse then any insult Kieda could hurl at her. Christie tried to ascend to at least her knees, but her back would not let her, still too engrossed in its own suffering as the body tried to sooth itself.

Kieda took the opportunity to slink her arms around Christie’s waist, and slowly hoist her up. The Grave Walker simply hissed in pain as Kieda picked her up and nestled her close to her like a child with her teddy bear. Christie shot a glare at the ninja after hearing her name warped into something so…cutesy. Normally, she would have broken her jaw for calling her something like that, but that was proving difficult with her arms restrained. Still, Christie would prove to be defiant until the bitter end of this fight.

“How does it feel? I don’t know. Maybe if I actually meet someone like that, I will let you know…once you wake up from your coma!”

Kieda seemed to be preparing for a German suplex, setting Christie up for another sharp pain to the skull. The undead was getting mentally prepared for the blow, felt herself get hoisted up for a split second…

But instead of getting smashed into the ground, she was instead squeezed like she had been thrown in a compactor. Kieda’s deceptively strong limbs constricted Christie’s torso, crushing her to the point that she could only howl in pain while the crowds roar of approval washed over the two fighters. Kieda’s fans were loving Christie’s demolition… and there was very little Christie could do about it at the moment.

[SubtleRoar]

*It was slowly beginning to dawn on the Cerulean Shadow that Christie wouldn't topple from such simplistic tactics alone, and that a bit of improvising was in order. Fortuitously for someone of her caliber, Kieda was quite adept in that category, and before the gothic goliath had the chance to retaliate, Kieda recoiled her arms only to ball her hands up into tight fists and slamming her right hand directly against her ribcage from behind! This was not only meant to accentuate her undeniable control of the fray, but to send a statement to her adversary- That she was eager to send her tumbling to the canvas, one way or another!*

"Aaaahohohohoho!" *Kieda snickered in a condescending fashion as her knuckles connected with Christie's ribcage, keeping her wily opponent at bay for the time being, as she began concocting a way to inflict as much damage as she possibly could.* "Quite the tough talk from someone getting utterly and unequivocally dominated by yours truly~" *She continued with her smarmy remarks before finally deciding to send the business end of her right knee directly into the small of Christie's backside, slamming her shin against the woman's vulnerable spine to try and cripple her!*

"Now, perhaps that will keep you occupied while I venture outside of the ring." *She casually shrugged, unable to keep her boundless talent contained while slipping through the ropes and towards the outskirts of the arena. She wasn't going for a leisurely stroll mind you- Kieda was on a mission to collect her pound of flesh from this tyrannical twat, and once she spotted a particular piece of lumber, she was dead set on utilizing it to its fullest effect.*

"Magnifique~" *She nodded in approval, quickly fetching the underutilized piece of hardwood before propping it up on all four of its sturdy legs, giving the immobilized Christie a hard glance before concocting a brilliant idea.* "She'll never be able to recover from this." *The Fashion Assassin ruminated for another moment before making her way back into the ring, silently praying that her nemesis remained incapacitated within the ropes.*

[Armada]

Christie could feel her flesh compress her bones as Kieda continued to squeeze the life out of her. Suffering and pain in combat was far from a new experience for Christie…but the fact was Kieda seemed to be putting up a far more violent fight then before. The azure assassin hit harder then before, sprinted faster, and fought smarter then their first encounter. Now, she was squeezing down on her to the point where her body was audibly cracking, and even the pain was forcing her to shout in pain.

Kieda only let up for a second, and that was only so she could smash her pointed fist into Christie’s rib cage. The scream the echoed out from the banshee was shrill, much higher then any of the others. Christie seemed to shudder, and for a split second her legs even gave out. The black-haired woman only just barley caught herself, standing on shaky legs that were reminiscent of a baby deer. The once violent and sadistic monster was visibly shaking and struggling to keep her balance, her long hair covering her eyes as she seemed to struggled to breath without pain.

Kieda’s regal voice simply rubbed salt in all of Christie’s wounds. She was getting bested by a preppy, high end bitch! After all she had said about the low-level talent this shitshow had, Christie was getting trounced by a bitch who cared more about what she wore rather then how she fought. How was this possible? Christie was ten times the fighter Kieda was, hell she had already beaten her! This was her TURF! No rules fight with weapons, blood and tears? How was she losing?

Kieda didn’t seem to mind her position of power. She didn’t care that her opponent was weak, and her merciless attitude came off well as she kicked her foe to the ground. The banshee was on shaken legs before, but after the sharp kick to the spin, the undead woman simply collapsed like a corpse. She didn’t say a word to Kieda, simply moaning and trying to breathe through the pain.

The pain was unbearable…but she knew she would need to rise if she had any chance of escaping the suffering. Christie knew what she had to do, but the floor just felt too good at the moment. Kieda was coming, likely with something that would make her hurt even more, and though her black heart began to beat faster at the thought, her body wouldn’t move. No matter how much she wanted to.

[SubtleRoar]

*This was it- Feeling the unfettered rush of sheer adrenaline and exhilaration from the sight of witnessing Christie struggling to recuperate from the massive blow, both to her physical frame and unshakable confidence, sent chills all throughout Kieda's body. Typically, she would take this golden opportunity to sashay and strike a fabulous pose to send her fans into a frenzy. However, this wasn't any ordinary encounter- she was in a grueling competition with someone she considered her equal in almost every sense of the word, excluding fashion sense of course, and given that Christie had an official victory over her, Kieda knew that emerging victorious was the only viable means of redemption for having massively disappointed her supporters.*

"Oh my, it seems as though you've inadvertently taken quite the nasty spill, Chrissy Wissy~" *She knew that constantly hammering home such a derogatory pet name would be the kryptonite to Christie's otherwise superhuman ego, and with a quick strut towards the immobilized emo, she ensnared the misanthropic mistress within an unwavering bearhug. However, it lacked any considerable level or degree of strength- Kieda knew she couldn't squander her depleting energy, and if she wasted it while compressing the life out of her nemesis, the fight itself would end in a rather anticlimactic fashion. That's something Kieda simply would not tolerate.*

"Please, allow me to help you up!" *She triumphantly stated, heaving the enormous female skyward while walking bother herself and her captive backwards, only stopping once her backside was propped up against an adjacent turnbuckle. Giving the crowd a quick glance and a wink, she began the arduous ascension upwards, firmly propping her feet against the stable cushion while carefully aiming. Eventually, the crowd caught on to precisely what she was scheming, and began cheering quite enthusiastically for her to fully commit to the move!*

"Break the table! Break the table!" *They ubiquitously chanted, and while the cobalt shadow kept Christie perfectly still to prevent her from accidentally toppling off prematurely, she could feel the unison support from the audience driving her to fulfill her destiny. With one, massive heave backwards which coaxed out an audible* "GGRRRH!" *From the fashionista, Both women went soaring through the air in tandem. It was a moment that anyone witnessed live wished they could preserve in a snowglobe for all eternity, but as all good things do, it came to an end with a rather abrupt* "THWACK!" *With Christie eating a faceful of mahogany!*

Both women went soaring in tandem

*Their bodies both plummeted into the unsuspecting table, instantaneously snapping it in half with a resounding* "SSSSSNAP!" *Which sent the audience into a uproarious state of unstable pandemonium!* "Holy shit! Holy shit!" *They chanted, and for a brief instance, the avid watchers dropped any pretense of preference towards who they wanted to win and looked on in awe at the two, spectacular performers putting it all on the line for their entertainment!*

"Uuuhh..." *Her body pushed to its absolute limit, Kieda knew she couldn't continue on like this for very much longer- She felt as if she had been broken in spots she didn't even know existed before tonight's ungodly brawl, but knowing what was at stake, her pride, her ability to gloat over someone she loathed as much as Christie, kept a warm ember glowing in her heart that spurred her on. For now however, she was content to lie completely still, but not before uttering a quiet compliment to her prostrated foe.* "Y..you're not bad..." *She whispered, almost coaxing out a giggle in the process.*

[Armada]

Christie’s head was still swimming in a deep-sea fog, unable to process more then a few thoughts at a time. She knew danger was imminent, and her basic instincts told her to either run or get up and fight. Sadly, her body was not quite as responsive. For a split second a jolt of fear stabbed her in the heart as the idea of being paralyzed jumped into her skull. Kieda had stomped on her back rather brutally, and perhaps she got lucky and managed to get one of Christie’s discs. It was so hard to think properly with pain firing off all over her body, but she began to stir slightly, all of her limbs functioning as they should, if a little weak from fatigue.

Fear was what motivated the Crypt Keeper now. The fear of getting caught by Kieda’s next vile attack and being unable to stand back up terrified her. She had ripped Kieda apart before, made her feel weak and small…the fact that Kieda was doing the same to Christie stabbed holes in Christie’s ego, ripping apart her desire to fight and inflaming her desire to simply survive the fight. She kept egging Christie on, calling her that demeaning pet name with the revenant unable to retaliate…Christie hated it. She felt weak, small…empty.

“G..G-go…away…”

But the azure assassin simply advanced, grasping Christie’s long hair and tugging her back to her feet. Christie tried to fight back, but all the resistance Kieda would receive was a sad, pained squeal that would only be audible to the fashion assassin. Christie’s hand tugged at her own strands, but her struggles were ultimately useless, as she was dragged away like an insect and its prey.

The crowd cheered for the undeads burial, with the fashion assassin giving her sermon in the form of a violent suplex off the top rope. Christie continued to squirm and thrash about uselessly, trying to break free from Kieda’s impenetrable grip. The end felt as if it was approaching, Christie’s winning streak, her reputation as an unbeatable specter about to be exorcised by the woman she seemed to despise the most.

And, with one last heave and a growl from Kieda, Christie began her great decent…

There was no clear feeling in Christie’s body. She heard a loud crash, then screaming. She couldn’t tell if it was the crowd, Kieda, or even her. The Grave Keeper simply laid on the broken splinters of the table, breathing sharp, quick breaths as she clung on tight to the small thread of consciousness she still had. The pain would creep up on the Crypt Keeper slowly at first…like the fires of hell slowly rising to cook her sore back. She could deal with the pain. The humiliation from this battle, well that was something else entirely.

Kieda seemed to be a bit winded after all of the high impact attacks she had pulled off in quick succession. Both women laid there at the center of the ring, weak, tired, and hurt. Each one was trying to catch her breath, but it would be Kieda that would speak up, giving Christie a rather unexpected compliment. Christie heard her, and after a moment of digesting the compliment, the undead finally returned with a pained moan.

“Y-you…bitch…”

The tone was still laced with venom…but it was softer then before. Few would be able to notice the slightly softer tone. Christie was a bit different from others, and for the moment, that tone was the closest thing to a compliment Christie was capable of at the moment.

Despite her injuries, Christie would try to stand. It was a foolish idea, one that was not thought out…but Christie was not one to give up on her reputation so easily.

[SubtleRoar]

"Hmm..." *The shrill noise that emanated from Kieda's gaping maw sounded closer to a death rattle than anything she had articulated prior, but at the very least, she could still be considered amongst the living. While still unable to recuperate in a manner to which she would be boastful of, considering that she was the one to initiate such a death-defying move in the first place, Kieda was tremendously proud of herself for having soared coast to coast while simultaneously drive her nemesis through the reinforced piece of wood. Before noticing that her rival had attempted to return to something resembling a sturdy stance, Kieda caught a faint glimpse of her in the corner of her piercing eyes.*

"L..love you too..Chrissy..." *This empathy, of course, was rather artificial- She was obviously high on the sensation of having dazzled her adoring public with her flashy and ostentatious acrobatics. However, this type of showmanship came at a hefty price- That, of course, being her ability to keep pace after such a devastating crash landing. While almost every inch of her svelte frame was in an inconceivable amount of anguish, she knew she had to press onwards; otherwise, this repugnant blight that towered over her would emerge victorious. To have such a tremendous stain on her almost immaculate record would haunt Kieda for the rest of her illustrious career, and that was something which aided her in climbing the ring apron, one shaky step at a time.*

"B..but I'm not finished..n..not by a longshot..." *She muttered under her laborious suspiring, still trying to keep up the facade she was portraying of being some sort of invincible character. Kieda felt as if her body was being torn asunder from the lingering pain that continued to bedevil her, even as she managed to get a decent grasp on her balancing and posture. However, she didn't dare leave the safety and comfort of the adjacent ring apron, knowing that she could potentially slip up at any given moment, and it was a long fall back to the bottom.*

"S..so..are we finishing this?" *She shot a baleful glare in Christie's direction, gnashing her teeth together while maintaing her confident persona all the while. She felt that without such brazen confidence, her otherwise dejected spirit would have crumbled beneath the titanic strength that Christie had utilized against her. However, Kieda was nothing if not resilient- She had suffered so much up to this point, that nothing would prevent her from prevailing as the superior woman now.*

"Because I, the one and only Fashion Assassin, shall be your final curtain call!" *She stated in a triumphant tone, tossing her arm skywards while wrapping around it with the opposite one, striking a gorgeous pose to keep the crowd hypnotized by her beauty and grace. On the inside however, she was suffering extensively- the excruciating pain had peaked for her, but this wasn't the time to give in to something as commonplace as agony, for now was her one and only shot at immortality!*

Spoiler

[Armada]

Every joint in Christie’s body begged for her to stop, to cease with this unbearably damaging fight and just let her body do its best to repair itself. Even as she rose up from the ground, audible cracks and clicks from her body made it apparent how damaged she was. Christie’s body had grown stiff with pain, the undead revenant climbing to her feet like a marionette with a few broken strings. Christie had miraculously found her balance, though she appeared to be teetering from side to side. Splinters of wood stabbed into her spine with every breath of air she gulped down.

Christie was a mess. Blood rolled down her back, her svelte figure covered from head to toe in bruises and cuts. Even one of her poisonously charming lips had been cut in the scuffle, leading to a demonic sight of blood rolling down her chin and down her neck. Even her beautifully long, black hair was covered with debris and dust, to the point where Christie actually looked like the undead monster she seemed to enjoy portraying herself as. But Christie was far from enjoying herself. She was shaking, both from pain and hesitation. Kieda looked tired, but she spoke like she was ready for more…and Christie’s demon eyes had yet to see through the brazen performance the kunoichi was putting on.

Christie had been challenged…and Kieda would not wait long for an answer.

“Fine…” Christie sighed, the last embers of her rage and energy burning away in her eyes, “Time…*erghh*…time to show you what kind of trouble your shitty little mouth can get you in. I……can’t wait to see your fans faces…when you screw up TWICE!”

Kieda was resting on the top turnbuckle, once again the center of everyone’s attention. The perfect place to be for someone like her. Too bad it severely limited her mobility, as she was now essentially trapped there. One wrong move, and it may just be Christie’s victory. On the other hand, one misstep, and it would be Christie who would be lowered into the grave. The pressure was building up high, both combatants were tired and ready to pass out, with only just enough gas in the tank to throw their all at the other one final time.

“It’s time I put you back in the hole you crawled out of…”

Spoiler

With that, Christie accepted Kieda challenge, and rushed forward like a weakened phantom. Splinters dug into her thighs and back, but she pushed through the pain, determined to smite Kieda from atop her throne. The assassin thought herself safe, thought herself to be stronger then a hardened fighter…Christie needed to prove her wrong, to show her that the foe she faced was not one to be toyed with and that she was an equal over her, if not her superior…

As soon as Christie got in range, she fired off one last high kick, aiming for Kieda’s head. If the assassin jumped, perhaps Christie would get lucky…all that mattered to the Grave Keeper was showing everyone that she could fight with this federations best, and still keep going…and though she would never say it out loud, Kieda was certainly proving herself to be one of the very best.

[SubtleRoar]

*Despite her theatrics, Kieda was in an immense amount of pain- Perhaps even worse off than her counterpart. However, this wasn't something that perturbed her too much; she knew where her limit lied, and even if this tenacious goth somehow managed to push her past what she was capable of, The Fashion Assassin wouldn't hesitate to pull out all the stops to send Christie back to the coffin from where she had originally crawled out of! With every, solitary vestige of energy she could muster, the cobalt blur balled up her right fist and lurched towards her target with the sole intent of crushing it into pieces. Unfortunately for her, it seemed as though Christie wasn't content to just stand around and absorb such a massive blow.*

"Ugggh!" *She couldn't see the retaliatory strike to her body, but unquestionably felt the otherworldly force her nemesis had sent behind it. Fortuitously enough, she knew her knuckles had crossed paths with Christie's sternum, which managed to plaster a halfhearted smile across her weary countenance. Left utterly breathless by the devastating kick, she felt her neck snap backwards while gracefully descending to the ground beneath her, echoing the sheer power her foe wielded with a sickening* "THUMP!" *As she slammed into the canvas!*

"Hnnhh..." *Unable to respond with any form of cohesive motion whatsoever, it was become brutally apparent by anyone witnessing the brawl that Christie had finally gained the upper hand. Usually the type to spring back to her feet with the agility and grace of a feline, Kieda seemed rather content to lie across the ground, sprawled out in a spread eagle fashion which only accentuated her voluptuous figure.*

*With her limp body remaining unusually sedentary against the floor, what little oxygen she could circulate throughout her body barely keeping her conscious, Kieda's spirt refused to let her lose in such a degrading fashion. However, as she attempted to return to her feet, the blatant lack of energy prevented her from doing so, forcing her prostrated body to return to the same predicament it was originally in.*

Spoiler

*The audience watched on in stunned silence, with only a handful of individuals applauding their mistress of mayhem for having seemingly triumphed over the persistent kunoichi. While the fight was still ongoing, Kieda's probability of overcoming this trial were growing increasingly slim as time went on, and were perhaps even impossible given her current condition.*