L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Christie rushed at Kieda like a bullet being fired from a gun, and had just as much impact. The fashion assassin flew into the turnbuckle, bone and flesh colliding with thinly padded steel to create a symphony of suffering punctuated by the azure assassin’s own scream. It was a tone Christie found enjoyable, preferring screams coming out of the lippy girls mouth rather then her irritating observations. Maybe it was just her imagination, but the black- and red-haired woman thought she actually heard some of the audience members approve of what she did. She really wasn’t too sure, but if those members did exist, they were overwhelmingly outnumbered by the blue buffoon’s own fan base, who threw so many comments towards both Christie and Kieda that the Grave Keeper couldn’t bother to try to retain or even hear any of it.

Instead, right after she shouldered her adversary into the corner, the Grave Keeper took a few steps back, enjoying the pain written all over Kieda’s face but also sending a non-verbal message. She could easily push her advantage and attempt to rip into fast talking fashionista, but instead she gave her room to recover, a nasty smile on her face and her hands on her hips. It was a cocky move, but coming from a rookie it was sure to sting the blunette’s pride even further. The Tomb Walker seemed to be as happy beating on Kieda’s feelings as much as her body, a trait the two of them appeared to share.

A nasty smile on her face

After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually just a minute, Kieda regained her footing and brought her arms up once again in a tight defense. Her comment actually got a mean-spirited chuckle out of Christie while she looked at her foe like she was the novice in the ring.

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing I never planned on stopping at just one attack, right?” Christie growled, “I’m going to show everyone what a joke this place and its roster is, starting with you. To put it into words a brainless blue haired bimbo like you might understand; You’re last year’s fashion! All dried up and ready for the grave. I’m just the one to put the final nail in the coffin!” Christie finished her speech by dragging her thumb across her throat in a slit motion.

Kieda made a gesture of her own, this one more a direct challenge then a taunt. Christie’s smile somehow grew broader, as if it threatened to split her face in half it grew further. She was more then willing to step up to the plate and beat this girl within an inch of her life. After all, it was a fight to the finish~

Christie had grown cocky at the sight of Kieda’s weakness, and she seemed sure that the woman had no where to run, and hardly any fight left in her. The monster of a woman rushed towards the trapped fashionista, preparing to get into range so she could pivot on her foot and finish the girl with a spinning kick that would surely knock the rest of the fight out of her.

*The dazzling ringmaster was content with suffering through being in the same light as Christie's gaudy attire, she could tolerate her rancid attitude towards the adoring crowd that flanked them on all sides, and she even developed a modicum of permission towards this tempestuous twat's lack of attention in the makeup department, but that final comment planted the seeds of aggression deep within her cerebellum.* "W...what...did..you..just...say? " *The fuming ninja's words trailing one after another, inadvertently adding emphasis to the rapidly growing fury beginning to burn deep within her soul. Her fists folded into wrecking balls, each breath of hers now gusts of staggering detestation towards the disrespectful cur that stood before her.*

"I..am going to TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB YOU DEPLORABLE LITTLE SHIT!" *Having surpassed her threshold of tolerance towards the towering bimbo, Kieda sprinted forward in a mad dash to introduce Christie to the side of her forearm. However, unbeknownst to her, the offensive onslaught of hers would temporarily be put on hold as her intrepid foe sent a devastating shot to her noggin, nearly sending the glamorous kunoichi off of her feet, yet the ropes managed to leave her hanging on by a literal thread.*

"Gnhh..f...fuck..." *She whimpered out, the audience gasping in unison from the phenomenal move- They had woefully underestimated the haughty rookie, and it seemed as though she was gradually winning over a handful of fans with her stunning display of dynamic moves as the match progressed.* "Nice one!" *Someone hollered, as the blisteringly painful attack left the otherwise sprightly Kieda exposed to whatever malicious assault Christie had in mind.*

"G..get it together Kieda..y..you can't..l..let her..t..take advantage.." *Her cumbersome breathing just wouldn't dissipate, as it became a much more insurmountable hurdle for her to recuperate in a timely fashion. As her shaky legs were still reeling from the earlier shot, it became evident that Kieda was in for much more than she originally bargained for!*

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It was clear Christie had just scored a critical hit on a very sensitive nerve. Kieda had become enraged at the Christie’s boisterous taunts, and abandoned her defense completely. The kunoichi seemed determined to take the fight right to her scantily clad foe. It was entirely possible that her fury was one to be feared, a burning passion that might have made the rookie think twice about her cocky statements and cruel disregard for those around her, but it was a rage she would not yet know. Kieda had made the mistake of letting Christie move first, and now the raging blunette was running at a foe who was already rushing towards her and building towards her attack.

It was not hard to predict what would happen next, and the blow the azure assassin took to the head could be heard throughout the first few rows of the audience, but everyone could see the sheer force that was packed behind it. Many of the audience members thought Kieda would surely fall after taking such a vicious attack straight to the head, but the ropes proved to be her salvation. Whether it was a blessing she was still standing or a sad curse remained to be seen, as the cruel devil of a woman who inflicted such pain and discourse on this place strolled leisurely after her wounded prey. She seemed to be attracting more and more vocal followers, an though she did not acknowledge any of them, knowing that she may have taken even a few of Kieda’s precious audience away from her made the Tomb Walker smile.

The black clad hand that belonged to the she-devil reached out and grasped Kieda’s long blue hair, pulling and lifting the shaken women off the ropes in a painful display of sadism. Christie wrapped the long hair around her fingers to insure her grip and demean her foe even further, pulling Kieda’s face closer to her own. The Grave Keepers free hand moved to grasp Kieda’s chin and insur her red eyes met those sad, pathetic purple orbs.

pulling and lifting the shaken women off the ropes

“Y’know, I genuinely wonder how you are going to be able to show your face after this. I mean, you seemed so confident not too long ago, but now your shaking like a scared little pup. If you’re going to act like a bitch, lets treat you like one~” As if to add to the humiliation, Christie began to walk around the ring, dragging her opponent’s hair along with her, “Maybe you should take your own advice and change professions, because your time is over~”

Like the gladiatorial days of old, Christie turned away to face the audience, one hand gripping onto her opponent hair, the other a fist with a sideways thumb, slowly turning the thumb down, causing some audience members to cheer, but many to boo and lament what was to come next.

"Gaaahh!" *She winced from the tactile suffering, her legs trembling from Christie's unfathomably powerful grasp against her almost immaculately long locks; Kieda couldn't believe the degree of humiliation she was being subjected to, and in front of her devoted audience no less. Attempting to crawl away from the initial snatch of her hair, she found it ultimately useless- Regardless of how hard she yanked and tugged herself in multiple directions, there was absolutely no way she was going to escape without either ripping a chunk of her bouffant out, which was absolutely out of the question, or bringing herself to clobber the wicked woman gloating before her.*

"Rrggh...n..not..l..like this..." *She murmured under her breath, still trying to conjure up a reliable means of remedying her current plight, all the while struggling to avoid direct eye contact- For some, inexplicable reason she was under the impression that Christie possessed the eyes of a basilisk, and one gaze would turn her voluptuous frame to stone. However, while hearing a raging ravine of jeers absorb the arena in an instant, Kieda finally realized what was transpiring; the sadistic succubus was actively turning the audience against her! While Kieda, herself, wasn't too keen on grandstanding in any form, this was an active insult to those who had turned out to witness a fantastic spectacle, not to be belittled by someone as haughty as her!*

"H..hey! Pay attention to your opponent, bitch!" *Kieda lashed out, preparing for a double knee strike to make contact with the crypt keeper's maw, a frightening amount of vigor behind her momentous blow.* "Showboating so early is only going to earn you more of these!" *The sheer force behind her motion was enough to wiggle her gorgeous hair free, as her body transformed into a solitary unit weaponized against the looming threat before it. This impromptu paradigm shift caused an almost immediate shift in the landscape of the bout- Where once Kieda was perceived as a sentient punching bag for the misanthropic terror, she had reinvigorated the hope that was once lost in the eyes of her fans.*

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"MAKE HER PAY! MAKE HER PAY!" *The crowd chanted in harmonic unison, which Kieda was more than delighted to oblige.* "Yeah..that's all for me." *She triumphantly uttered, backpedaling to create a gap of distance between herself and the dazed ditz in front of her; she wasn't about to let the hair pulling go, that is, not without sending a superkick directly into Christie's face*

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Although Christie would never say it out loud, she was having quite a bit of fun with this match. Why wouldn’t she? She got to pick on and utterly humiliate this smarmy little chatterbox in front of an entire audience that consisted almost entirely of her fans! She loved hearing so many people in distress, and the Grave Keeper simply adored the feeling of Kieda trying to weakly pull her hair away from the foul temptress’s grasp, but failed miserably each time. It was only just starting to dawn on the azure assassin’s fans now what was so painfully obvious to Christie. She had broken the poor girl’s spirit! Completely at her opponent’s mercy, the fashionista wouldn’t even dare to look Christie in the eyes, even as she forced her head to face her like a disobedient child.

Still, even Christie could get bored, and she figured that she had proven her point well enough. Now, judging by the audience’s negative reaction to Christie’s clear intention of finishing the kunoichi, it was a good time to try out that finisher she had been working on just for occasions such as this. Maybe after she was done with Kieda, she might lose even more fans, or even better swear revenge so Christie can do this all over again! At this rate, the sensual succubus felt as if anything was possible! It wasn’t until the annoying little bitch insulted her did she realize that her foe might still have some fight left in her. A fact that was confirmed as soon as she turned back to her opponent just to get two knee strikes in the jaw, causing her teeth to crack together with a loud “CLICK”. The pain ran all the way up to her skull, and the sheer surprise of the attack loosened her grip more than enough for Kieda to escape with her hair. Christie was suddenly preoccupied with the pain in her jaw, using her tongue to insure she did not chip any teeth while casting an angry glare at the retreating ninja. All the fans that were quite or booing suddenly erupted into cheers as their favorite escaped the vile villains grasp.

“You’re gonna wish you stayed down, you washed up little-“

Before she could even finish, Kieda moved as quick as lighting. What was once empty air suddenly had a foot cutting through it. Christie didn’t even have the time to react before the super kick collided with her jaw, forcing her head back with enough force to lose her balance and crash down hard. It looked as if Kieda had attempted to punt Christie’s head off, and the way the Grave Walker laid there on the ground, her chest rising and falling while her arms cradled her face and muffled a loud screech of pain spoke volumes of the force that had been used. It seemed Kieda really was taking the kiddy gloves off.

After a few more screams, an enraged Christie finally removed her hands to reveal a large red mark on her face. Slowly, the Tomb Sleeper attempted to sit up, and then get back on her two feet, apparently still willing to continue the fight. Still, her defense was wide open as she began to stand up, panting through the pain and looking at the blunette with a homicidal rage.

looking at the blunette with a homicidal rage.

*As her blisteringly quick foot landed a staggering connection against Christie's facial region, Kieda recoiled it with the expectation that she'd be knocked flat by such an impromptu blow, or at the very least, learn her place while in the ring with the illustrious assassin of fashion herself.* "And THAT'S what happens when you trifle wi~" *As if she hadn't even been fazed by her aggressive onslaught of moves, the fearsome tomb titan appeared to have nearly shaken the brunt of her attack off. More perplexed than concerned, Kieda quizzically tilted her head at the sight of this uncanny resiliency, as did the bewildered spectators.* "H..how did she...?" *Someone stammered out, echoing the tacit sentiments of his fellow patrons. While this was an unexpected turn of events, Kieda would adamantly refuse to allow it to hinder her performance, and decided that rolling with it was the most prudent course of action.*

"Well, seems as though she's still famished for my fists!" *Spinning on the heel of her ornate oxfords, Kieda gave the enticed audience a cheery, slightly flirtatious wave to show them she was still in good spirits before returning her attention towards the belligerent bombshell.* "Yeesh!" *She caught a glimpse of Christie's repugnant face, her only retort was to contort her facial features in utter disgust from the gruesome sight she had witnessed.* "Judging by how inept you are between the ropes, I suggest you assume the role of a frankenbitch- You'd sellout amphitheaters nationwide with such a ghastly visage."

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*Gradually overcoming the initial shock and timidity of gazing upon such a disfigured creature, Kieda darted forward in an attempt to capitalize on her melancholy mauler's groggy state- Given that she was already weakened from her brilliant assault from earlier, she knew that only a handful of crisp, solid strikes would send Christie spiraling towards the canvas yet again. With little time to spare, her body would once against sail skywards before rotating simultaneously to execute an impactful belly to belly body splash, her body transforming into a deadly projectile that was flung at the unsuspecting crypt keeper!*

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*The initial crash of bodies sent a tremor of jubilation throughout the arena, the crowd screamed with an exuberant reaction- They were finding it increasingly difficult to pick a side and remain loyal to it, seeing as that both combatants possessed a plethora of skills in their own departments of wrestling: One, a cruel sadist with a nasty eye for picking apart her adversary, the other, a cunning sovereign of the skies that proved her worth through grit and grind as a show woman of the company.*

The double knee attack to the face was unexpected, but that super kick turned out to be the real stinger. Christie could still feel the treads of Kieda’s boots burn a pattern on to her pale face, marking her with an embarrassing brand only time would erase. The kick enraged the sadistic snake enough for her to happily pounce on her excitable foe and pay her back tenfold for what she had done, but the way she appealed to the crowd, waving and acting like she wasn’t broken mere moments ago, THAT made Christie want to rib her apart piece by piece right in front of the freaks she seemed to love so much. All she had to do was stand up, get her head cleared up a bit, and she would be ready to beat the sapphire seductress within an inch of her life. That was turning out to be a bit more difficult a task then Christie had envisioned, as a bout of vertigo made the Crypt Keeper sway on her feet as she glared at the surprised gaze of her hated foe.

The two’s eyes locked for a moment, only for Kieda to suddenly insult Christie’s visage again, daring to insult her pale beauty after she was the one that damaged it. Even the Grave Walker was shocked at just how far she took it, acting as if she was a monster…just what did this girl do to her face? Even the cursed audience seem to agree with her statement, actually making Christie worry more and more about her face, poking more holes in her ego. “S-Shut up! What ever you did to me I’ll…I’ll make sure you get it three times worse! YOU HEAR ME?! I’LL TEAR EVERY ONE OF YOUR SHITTY EXTENSION RIGHT OUT OF YOUR HEAD!”

Before Christie could make good on her promises, Kieda took off and began racing towards her like a race car to the finish line. Christie had hardly any time to react, Kieda was fast approaching and the only thing the Sadistic Seductress could do was flinch in fear as the azure assassin jumped up in the air and performed the diving crossbody with devastating results.

the Sadistic Seductress could do was flinch in fear

“GAAACK!” Christie toppled over like a Jenga tower, smashed to the floor with the entirety of Kieda’s weight on her chest. The stadium was splitting into two factions, each cheering for their leader’s success. While some loved Kieda’s spunk and impactful attacks, it appeared a small group enjoyed Christie’s pessimistic outlook on her job. For now, the Grave Keeper was sucking up air underneath her opponent, pain burning through her chest and back, much to the dismay of her newly acquired “groupies”.

*The debilitating aerial maneuver left Christie woefully unable to defend herself from what came next- Feeling the invigorating momentum propel her forward, Kieda instantaneously shimmied up the repugnant woman's body, her shin's firmly planted against the ground while clasping the edges of her wrists to prevent any, superfluous resistance on Christie's behalf, while intentionally allowing her womanly cavern to hover inches away from her pursed lips.* "There are millions of individuals that would kill to be in your current position, girlie, you should be honored~" *With a vestige of haughtiness filling her voice, Kieda took this opportunity to give the enthusiastic crowd an appreciative wave, as the moderator from outside the ring began the mandatory count.*

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"ONE..." *The powerful voice announced, sending a tremor of glee through the fashionista's body; to say that this battle it had been an arduous gauntlet up to this point would be the understatement of the year, perhaps the century, and it finally seemed as though the mauve silhouette could have a momentary respite. Sending a pretentious smile Christie's way, a tentative snicker managed to slip through the crack between her lips, before a full blown guffaw filled the tense air between them both.*

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"Aahahaha! And you honestly thought that someone as abhorrently dressed as yourself stood a realistic chance against the one and only Fashion Assassin! Please- You have a better chance at finding a boyfriend!" *Lingering on her statement for just a moment longer once she uttered it, Kieda continued to cackle aloud when a witty retort hatched in her brain.* "Actually, I retract that- Something like that is impossible for a person of your caliber!"

*While continuing to demean her opponent any way she possibly could, Kieda would begin to wiggle her covered cooter near the tip of Christie's snout, her malevolent grin growing longer and more wicked as the seconds passed by.*

The fashion assassin’s heavy consecutive hits were starting to take a toll on the Grave Walker, seriously knocking the wind out of her sails with her devastating crossbody. It was enough to keep Christie down for a minute, the need for her to catch some of her breath taking priority over getting back up and fighting. She was still conscious, and she felt Kieda scurry up her body like a disgusting cockroach, causing her to shiver slightly. The thought that her foe was so carelessly planting herself atop the Tomb creators sculptured body that was curved to perfection disgusted her, and made her want to throw her off in a fit of rage. She prepared to do just that, but found her arms and upper body restrained by the fashion assassin’s fat ass. Christie’s face seemed hidden underneath her bangs, like she was humiliated by Kieda. The Grave Keeper was at the total mercy of the kunoichi, and she seemed to relax as her colorful foe rained insults down onto her.

“K-kill to be in this position?! You really think so?” Christie began, suddenly much calmer then she had been previously, “My…aren’t we optimistic. Do you think you will last that long, little girl? Do you honestly think your something more than an overdone trend?” The eyes the peered through the red and black bangs were cold and calculating, like the eyes of a killer who got away with her crimes."Like I said before, you're washed up.You're like a pair of crocs, as in you were never really cute or fashionable, but you were quick and easy enough for guys and girls alike to get inside you, slut."

like the eyes of a killer who got away

Suddenly, Christie’s arm’s became more active, pushing against Kieda’s grip as she stared up at her would-be captor. Even as the announcers began to count her out, march to their own little rules, Christie stared at her with that killer look. She wanted to break this girl happiness apart, destroy the walls of comfort she built around herself in this fight, rip her advantage away and poke holes in her ego over and over again.

“Mmmm…I don’t need a boyfriend, I already have a crush…” like a stereotypical horror movie, the malicious maiden’s legs seemed to lift themselves from the ground like a corpse popping from the ground, hovering just behind the ninja’s cranium while she was distracted with rubbing her crotch against Christie’s face. Like two living pythons, Christie’s legs lunged from behind, looking to wrap themselves around Kieda’s skull or windpipe and rip the woman off the Grave Walkers undead form.

*While lingering in the engulfing sensation of the crowd's uproarious chanting, Kieda's ears perked up at the mention of something so repulsive as crocs; then, Christie continued to verbally berate her impeccable eye for fashion, knowing just where to strike- Kieda's pride. As if she wasn't already furious before, the cerulean assassin was almost at a loss for words upon hearing such an inconceivable, demeaning remark.* "UGH! You wouldn't know fashion if it crawled up your hallway of a uterus and laid eggs!" *Her composure slowly beginning to slip away, she felt her as if she had neglected something while astride the voluptuous vixen- Her backside was firmly against the ground, anchored down by her shins, and it seemed as though everything was where it needed to~*

"HRRRGKK!" *Then again, she may have omitted the deadliest weapons in any female wrestler's arsenal: Their thighs. Immediately gnashing her teeth together from the impromptu, strangulation sensation around her throat Kieda resisted the indomitable force that was Christie's deceptively powerful extremities as her eyes slanted partially.* "Nggghh..aarrgghhh...!" *Her hands clamping down against Christie's shins, Kieda's thoughts were ripped from her mind as the lights above her began spinning in all directions.*

"NGGH..Not..t...today!" *Forcing her latent resiliency to kick in, the tenacious dazzler refused to allow herself to be outdone. Planting her feet against the ground, Kieda decided upon meeting force with force, knowing that she could outlast this rookie through pure skill alone. Reaching forward, she cupped the base of Christie's jaw, retaining her grip against her thigh all the while remaining nearly immovable despite the lingering anguish.*

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"She's doing it!" *Someone shouted from afar, marveling at the uncanny ability Kieda possessed to persevere under the harshest circumstances, and in an instant, what seemed to be a dire fate for the fashion assassin had seemingly been transformed into a battle of endurance for both amazons, each one uncompromising on vying to topple the other!*