“Arrgh!!!”
Despite the cruel and violent persona Christie seemed to radiate towards others, she was still very much human. She had been in street fights, barfights, and straight up free for all brawls and held her own in all of them. She would never think of herself as anything close to a sissy and would be happy to prove anyone who thought so wrong by smacking them upside the head with the closest piece of furniture. Despite all of that, she had to admit that getting smashed through two tables in the span of about fifteen minutes was not a very fun or endearing experience for her.
The first table experience took a lot more out of Christie then she cared to admit, basically going headfirst through the mahogany. It had cut her back up a decent amount, and there was one large bruise in between her shoulder blades where the major impact point was. The only saving grace was that Kieda seemed to have been affected by the table just as much as the wandering spirit. It was a bit of a miracle either of them could even continue for as long as they did.
Now, the tables had turned. This time, it was Christie who seemed to dangle Kieda over certain doom. The azure assassins’ quiet whimpers were a soothing lullaby, made special by the fact that only the Grave Keeper could hear them at the moment. Kieda was too weak to struggle, almost a ragdoll in Christie’s arms as the goth girl said her final goodbyes to a conscious opponent. A chilling thing, to take someone’s soul.
Grave Digger paired quiet nicely with a table, creating a loud and sickening
CrAcKkK that sounded like one big spinal column shattering in multiple places. Now both fighters laid in the rubble, splinters from the newly shattered table digging into Christie’s back, causing her to growl in frustration as yet another source of pain had found its way into her backside.
The crowd, save for a few of Christie’s cultists, were completely stunned by the sudden turn of events. So many had thought for sure their favorite fashionista would redeem herself over the mistress of mayhem, and regain what glory she had lost before…but now their idol lay limp in a sea of splinters and pain, seemingly unaware of the devil that was sitting right next to her.
Christie finally dug a few of the splinters out of her hair long enough to notice Kieda’s weak and weary form. The pathetic girl was simply laying there, as if she were asleep. Christie stared at the kunoichi’s unconscious face for what seemed to be a full minute before getting up and moving towards her.
With a nudge, Kieda was soon sprawled on her back, the light glistening off her sweat and blood. Christie glared down at her silently, the one visible red eye like an open portal to hell. Like a vampire, Christie slowly descended on her prey. Her lean body draped itself over Kieda, the undead’s long black hair covering the both as Christie came face to face with her unconscious foe. Christie’s soft bosom seemed to press against Kieda’s in their own quasi-pin, both supple mountains pressed firmly towards one another. Her black gloves stretched and wrapped themselves around Kieda’s fingers, holding her limbs down as the demon pinned her captive, the look in her eyes like that of a spider getting ready to eat its meal.
The referee, who still had a mark on their face where Christie had slapped them and made an amazing job of not being seen the entire match, finally dropped down beside the sadistic sensation and the poor woman wrapped up in her grasp. The small referee could tell Kieda was unconscious, and so for the sake of her safety began to count the pin.
“1!”
“2!”
“3!”
The bell would finally ring, but few cheered for the demon’s victory. Even Christie seemed to simply lay atop Kieda, her breaths pushing the Kunoichi gently as she stared at her. Finally, the snake like smile that seemed so at home on Christie’s face returned, and the monster residing atop of Kieda began to mutter into her ear…
“You failed yet again, Kieda. I knew you would, but you gave me a much better fight then last time.” The viper like vixen giggled quickly before continuing,
“How does it feel to know that you have lost in front of everyone yet again, and that more and more of your sickening losers are abandoning you for a witch like me? Does it make you want to cry, little girl?”
Christie’s eyes seemed to go back to normal, no longer small pits of hell, but still holding a strange sense of pleasure and mockery. She was back in charge, and was enjoying the spoils of her battle. Kieda was still unconscious, or at least acting like she was…but Christie was sure her words were reaching the blunette. After another sharp chuckle, Christie lowered her head towards Kieda and gave her a long, affectionate kiss. The faltered fashionista’s lips were still remarkably soft even after all of the carnage, which helped prolong the Grave Keepers kiss. Christie smiled, knowing she was probably living some of the sicko’s weird fantasies by kissing Kieda for so long. She was happy to rip their dreams asunder, unaware she may have been creating new ones.
When She finally broke away from the kiss, Christie rolled off of Kieda, and began to stand on slightly shaky legs.
“You are mine now. Your victories, your fans, even your shitty little get-up belongs to me. And if you ever need a reminder…” Christie took a step forward and placed her heel right onto Kieda’s soft cheek, lightly grinding the sole of her shoe onto the girl’s soft skin,
“All you have to do is ask~”
With her gloating out of the way Christie began to exit the ring. She put on a convincing act of superiority, walking just fine suddenly with her usual cold eyes and hateful sneer pointed at anyone who dared to try and talk to her. She made sure to gather up her jacket and even her shovel, and began to walk up the ramp, leaving her opponent to rot in the center of the ring.
