L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The crowd was really starting to get into the fight, much to the annoyance of the undead brawler. Some of them cheered when Kieda landed a punch, others howled when Christie sneaked a dirty blow into the mix. Each strike or counter elicited a positive and slightly negative response, and the whole point of this fight was for Christie to show how garbage this place was from the ground up. She wanted to break the fans down, show them how pitiful the roster was by dismantling one of its members right in front of them and prove that this entire league was too soft on everyone. It was taking a little bit longer then she planned, but Christie was sure she would accomplish her goal all the same, because Kieda was like Christie in a way…Stubborn, cocky, and quick to anger. If it came to a battle of fury, there was no way the Grave Keeper would lose to some wannabe teenager.

The proof of that came with her next attack. While Kieda simply screamed some absolutely ridiculous insult at her, Christie’s legs were clamping down around her neck, silencing her while choking the life-giving oxygen from her body. The Fashion Assassin clamped her hands around Christies thighs, desperately trying to prey them apart, but the effort was like trying to pull apart to steel beams. A snake-like grin erupted from Christie’s face, teasing her foe as she helplessly choked in her hold, helpless like a babe. Christie would just strangle her here and now, end this joke of a woman in the most demeaning way possible!

Snake-like grin

“H…Hehheheheh Hehheh~ I wish I could say it was fun, but to be honest, you’re just a big pain in the ass! I guess once you’re splayed out in front of all these freaks, I can have whatever kind of fun I want~”

Before the Corpse Crippler could chuckle anymore at the thought, Kieda suddenly lashed out, seizing Christies throat in her own tight grip with one arm, while still pulling with the other. Christie’s hands grasped at the azure assassin’s wrist, trying to wrench it away from her throat as she suddenly became oxygen starved herself.

“W-What?....Y-you…Bithch! *Gck*” was all she could push out before focusing on holding out against Kieda’s stranglehold. She did not intend to make it easy on her foe, pushing her thighs closer and closer together, attempting to crush the kunoichi’s windpipe as fast as possible, lactic acid beginning to burn in her thighs as her muscles were pulled taut.

*With her last tincture of strength rapidly beginning to wane, Kieda hoisted Christe vertically skywards while maintaining her posture- She was, after all, a graceful runway goddess, and maintaining her appearance was paramount to someone like her. The debilitating fatigue nearly forcing her to drop the cantankerous Christie, Kieda persevered, and finally sent the mischievous malcontent hurdling into the canvas, her body smashing into it with the force of a runaway freight train colliding with a titanium wall!* "THUMP!" *The initial shockwave sent Kieda bouncing backwards, her body flopping against the ground; she knew this wasn't the most auspicious position to be in, but knowing that she had outworked her adversary was something she considered an accolade.*

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"Get up Fashion Assassin!" *The fading voices that floated through her head did little to assuage the lingering agony she felt- It wasn't something that time would remedy, and deep down, Kieda knew her chances of regaining control of the reins was almost an impossibility. However, her tenacious spirit refused to acknowledge that losing was a possibility; she had pecked and clawed for everything up to this point, and something so common as fatigue or prostration wasn't about to stand in her way now.*

"Rrhhk...nhh.." *Or perhaps not- Unable to use her hands to crawl away due to the monstrous quantities of pain crippling her, Kieda decided to waddle on her shins towards an adjacent corner, as the lights above her seemed to swirl around in a hypnotizing motion- It's as if this was a gigantic crib, and Kieda was on the verge of being put to sleep from her severe deprivation of expendable energy.*

"This is awesome! This is awesome!" *Regardless of Christie's genuine disdain towards any and all who were in attendance tonight, it appeared as though their was a mutual respect amongst both women from the spectators, and even though she abhorred the very thought of Christie being anywhere near her level of expertise, she had to admit that the rookie was providing her with a legendary bout.*

"Hhrrh..n..not..bad.." *Wether or not the ornery spitfire heard, or would even acknowledge her compliment mattered little to the mauve shadow- She had felt first hand just what this juggernaut was capable of, and throughout their arduous contest, she had proven to be more than just your average jobber.*

*Struggling to maintain her balance against the ropes as she began to hoist herself upwards, Kieda plopped her posterior against the bottom turnbuckle, realizing she was in dire need of a quick respite from the hell she had endured.*

Honestly, the Tomb Walker never thought Kieda could lift her up in the air with one arm like that. It was never a possibility in her head, so she built no counter measures for such a move, and when Kieda suddenly pulled and lifted with all her strength, prying the Undead Titan from the ground, Christie’s panicked face told the whole story. At the point, she was only squeezing on Kieda’s neck out of a desire to hold something, to prevent from falling from such a height, but in the back of her mind, Christie knew how pointless it was as soon as she was in the air. Christie didn’t eve fight it too hard, simply accepting what was to come next.

And something did indeed come next. Like a meteor brought down from the heavens, Christie practically exploded against the ring floor, her long black hair she was so proud of spreading across the mat like a spider’s web as her limbs suddenly went limb. The only indication she was not instantly knocked out from such a blow was the long, pained scream that was like the wail of a sorrowful siren. Christie did not even notice her opponent had fallen just a few steps away from her, apparently exhausted by the match and its festivities. The crowd cheered them both on, but Christie no longer had the energy or hate to spare on them, and her brain decided to shut them out to conserve energy.

And that is what she did, conserved energy. Kieda was beginning to move, already struggling against the ropes, but stopping for a quick break, while
Christie remained on the floor, having yet to move a muscle of any kind, her chest rising and falling as she gulped in new air and tried to get as much rest as she could.

Finally, the Grave Keeper began to stir and rise, slowly getting up on her knees as she searched for her foe, the crimson colored eyes stopping on Kieda’s azure form, both of them tired and only watching one another for the time being.

*The once roaring conflagration of a woman now mere embers of her earlier form, Kieda needed every, solitary iota of energy to keep pace with her seemingly limitless foe- She had matched her nearly move for move, as if a cerebral chess match was ongoing between them, interwoven within the physical skirmish both of them were deeply engaged in. If that truly was the case, then the azure assassin was about to prove that she was the undisputed queen of this ring, and the pawn that had the audacity to challenge her rule was going to be remembered as a mere footnote in the history of LAW. Tentatively rising to her feet, Kieda shot a menacing glare towards her indomitable adversary, shaking off the cobwebs that lingered in the back of her mind before approaching the center of the ring.*

"My my, look who finally decided to join me for the match she's apart of~" *Her sultry voice traveling over to the fiery vixen, Kieda pretended as if every step forward wasn't a tremendous burden for her ponderous figure, and as if she was on the illustrious runways of Paris, she struck a dazzling pose for the audience to worship.* "But I would feel remiss if I didn't bestow this knowledge upon you now; nothing you do shall ever keep my glorious being down!" *And in an instant, her weary form had been transformed into a sensational testament of her unassailable spirit.*

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*While both women continued to struggle for dominance, the surrounding audience was thrilled with the outstanding back and forth transpiring. Oddly enough, a major paradigm shift had begun to swing between the divided attendees- Those who were neutral towards the mauve shadow began cheering for the belligerent bombshell, while the devout followers of the kunoichi of the catwalk refused to give Christie any credit for what she had accomplished thus far.*

"So, shall we?" *After basking in the spotlight for a brief amount of time, Kieda bent her knees forward and outstretched her arms, eager to lock horns with her rival while ushering in yet another round of intense combat.*

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Despite the bluster, the confidence and the sheer strength of the undead juggernaut, she was still a rookie. She talked big and loud, and she could take some serious hits, but acting was still new to her. The ghoulish girl usually wore her emotions on her sleeve, and when she got back on her two feet, she didn’t bother to hide the fatigue that was starting to set in. She was panting, and one long strain of hair was covering one of the hellish eyes. The one exposed eye widened in surprise, seeing Kieda stand up and walk forward looking as fresh as she was at the start of the fight, even going so far as to take a step back in surprise.

It was only thanks to Kieda’s taunt that the fire came back into Christie’s eyes, and the Grave Keeper straightened up while taking two steps forward, looking to meet Kieda in the middle. “Oh, is that a fact? Well, I guess you and me are just going to have to test that theory. I have something in mind that just might put your sad, out of date little existence to a swift end!”

to a swift end!

The crowd cheered, but Christie ignored them, only dragging her thumb across her throat yet again, signaling her ill intent and disrespect for the fashionista. Some people audibly cheered on the threat, causing the demon in a two piece to roll her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll make this quick. More then you deserve, slut.”

Like a freight train, Christie lunged forward, looking to smash into Kieda’s lockup as hard and fast as possible. Kieda was doing an excellent job fooling her undead foe into thinking she had more energy then she did, but that simply meant the Grave Keeper was looking to end the fight before the blue haired girl could outlast her. As soon as her impact was stopped by the Fashion assassin’s defense, Christie was sure to attempt to slip a pointed knee right in between the kunoichi’s legs, hiding a dirty low blow from the referee.

*While this certainly wasn't Kieda's first time going toe to toe with a fearsome fighter such as Christie, it was definitely one of her more memorable bouts- She was frustrated: At herself for having squandered so much of her useable energy on useless acrobatics and flashy sashaying, at her neglect towards taking this ruthless rookie seriously, and finally, at the unavoidable future that awaited her. Kieda struggled to maintain her current form, as it became all too apparent that she was unable to maintain it for much longer before the dreadfully painful shot between her thick thighs sent her jolting upwards from the initial shock, before finally buckling towards the canvas face first!*

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"GRRRHK!" *On the brink of tears from how unbelievably insufferable anguish enveloping her body, Kieda felt her skull inadvertently slam into the ground, only serving to augment the already mortifying experience of dropping her guard for just an instant in the ring. Needless to say, the crowd didn't appreciate this hotshot newcomer making a mockery of their established guidelines.* "HEY! What the hell?!" *A handful of individuals shouted towards the officials, who seemed to forgo the traditional statutes of limitations regarding what was allowed; technically, they had never established any rulesets, thereby letting the move go without penalty or consequence.*

"Grhh...nnnhh.." *Clutching a handful of nothingness, Kieda could feel every ounce of her pride beginning to ooze out of her drained system. Squinting her eyes, she recognized a blurry shape in the not too far off distance- Perhaps it was a rope, that could assist in hoisting her exhausted frame upwards. Wether or not this mirage could aid in her current predicament mattered little- She was out of other options, and this was the only way to attempt to preserve what little hope remained.*

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"C...crawl...forward.." *As if she was voluntarily instructing her reluctant body to cooperate, Kieda tentatively inched herself forward, gaining very little ground in the process as sweat leaked from almost every pore.*

Kieda crumpled upon impact, much to Christie’s surprise. The deranged Demon had been taken in by the blue baroness’s swagger, fearful of being overtaken by her adversary after boasting to everyone how easy it would be to take this place down. If there was one thing Christie valued about herself, it was her ego. Any damage done to that was worse than any punch or kick Kieda could ever deliver, and she would go to extreme lengths to protect it…like putting her all into a violent rush attack, looking to topple what she thought was an intense kunoichi, but turned out to be just a tired little girl.

The vile villainess was not even sure if the low blow was even needed as she watched Kieda buck on top of her knee, the fashionista crumpling like a cookie and falling to the floor. She was so preoccupied she did not even try to protect herself from the fall, her skull bouncing off the mat to the sound of a hundred jeers and cries of disgust. Christie only stared down at her foe, placing one hand on her hip as Kieda barley clung onto consciousness, the referee shifting awkwardly as they were powerless to stop whatever transpired next.

The sky-blue haired girl seemed to have some gas left in the tank, as she desperately began to pull herself closer to the ropes. Those that supported Kieda cheered her on, pushing their model to rise above it and put the new girl in her place, but those that supported Christie were waiting in anticipation to what their voluptuous femme fatale would do next to her victim. It turns out, the torturer would reach down and grab a handful of those lovely blue locks again, pulling the ninja’s skull from the ground as she ripped away whatever hope the blue girl had of surviving this match.
“Heh…I guess you are a tough nut to crack. Too bad you got beaten up by a rookie though, that’s gotta suck. Maybe a little “pick me up” will make you feel better.” Christie violently pulled Kieda to her feet, the ninja appearing to only be able to keep her balance due to the Crypt Keepers assistance. Though, the way Christie set her up, Kieda’s face was buried in the vile woman’s cleavage, a sadistic smile on her face as her fans cheered the humiliating move.

“Earlier, you said nothing I could do would keep you down, isn’t that right?” Christie cooed, stroking the lovely blue hair she had grabbed so tightly before, allowing her defeated opponent the pleasure of suffocating in her soft bosom, “I’m going to prove you wrong. Right here, right now. In front of all of your pathetic little boy toys. I wanted you to know it was coming, bitch.”

Wanted you to know it was coming.

Suddenly, Christie would spin the groggy woman around, and tuck her neck under her armpit. If no one was to stop her, she would test out her finisher Grave Digger, and drive Kieda’s head right into the mat with maximum force in a reverse DDT!

Grave Digger

*It wouldn't be long before Kieda felt the full force of her rival; however, she had been chipped away at throughout the full extent of this encounter by the astonishing level of strength Christie possessed all along, so perhaps this was just an inevitability after all. Still, that would not deter her from devoting herself to scaling the ropes, one at a time, before finally reaching the full extent of her towering height. Just as she was on the brink of standing proud, having overcome yet another hurdle in this gauntlet, she felt a powerful grip almost tear her in its direction, a faint* "Grrh!" *Echoing in response.*

"W..what are..!" *Before she was given the opportunity to inquire about what precisely was going on, Kieda was greeted to a rather supple object pressing against her facial region. Without fully realizing it, she was wedged face first into none other than the grave digger's tits! Her legs trembled from the sheer thought of it- If her energy levels hadn't been so depleted, Kieda would have instantly retaliated with some ostentatious maneuver, but given how lethargic she had become over the course of the last few moves, this was a fully embraced respite.*

"F..feels..nice.." *She murmured through reticent breaths, her tongue beginning to delicately lap the crevasse in between Christie's mammoth melons, eager to have a taste of those twin jugs that were so adeptly teasing her. This wasn't considered unusual for Kieda- Her aberrant antics between the ropes were considered all too common for her, merely considered unorthodox antics to claim victory any way she could. Unfortunately, before she could acquire a taste for Christie, she would soon be given a scoopful of canvas*

"AAAAAH!" *Was the last sound Kieda uttered upon smacking into the cold, unforgiving pavement, her body immediately going limp from the tactile shock that rippled through her svelte frame as the crowd watched in horror- How could this pompous bitch extinguish the ray of sunlight that is Kieda, the illustrious fashion assassin? It seemed that all Christie had to do was go for a pin, and this fight would be tied up with a pretty bow, all for her.*

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A slight red blush had corroded the pale riders face after she felt Kieda’s exhausted, yet sensualized laps between her breasts. She was far from embarrassed, in fact, Christie seemed to be enjoying her foe’s pathetic state, so far from the smack talking motor mouth that happily shot off her unwanted opinion like it was going out of style. Now she had become far more docile, almost like a pet! If only Christie had the compassion to keep another animal and give it any kind of care.

“Ahh~ What a heavenly sound.”

Christie felt the Fashionista’s body jerk underneath her arm, then go limp. The Crypt Keeper kept her arm wrapped around her neck, enervated by the match and all the blows that had been exchanged. The pain was beginning to catch up with her, the aches and fatigue simmering in her muscles as she laid on the mat, working up the proper motivation to move once again. The crowd was making too much noise, and it was only because of how loud they were that she finally rolled Kieda onto her back, her voluptuous frame in full view underneath the stadium lights.

Something caught the crimson eyes of the female specter, something inside her strangely dressed foe’s jacket. Reaching into with little care for personal space, Christie rummaged around the fashion assassin’s personal attire until finally, she pulled out a pair of purple glasses. She stared at them for a moment, then began to rise to her feet, mimicking what she saw her opponent do earlier and acting as if she was hardly breaking a sweat. As soon as she found her balance, she placed the glasses on her eyes, tinting the world and giving her a view on how the gaudy kunoichi viewed her surroundings. It was a hunter taking her trophy from her prey, and Christie’s fans ate it right up.

Placing one foot on Kieda’s generous bust, the sinful seductress sprouted a smile full of hateful lust as she placed a hand on her hip, watching as the referee reluctantly rested next to the blue haired angel, beginning the count for her cruel opponent’s pin.

the sinful seductress sprouted a smile full of hateful lust

“1!”

"2!”

The anticipation could be seen in Christie’s eyes even with her new apparel obscuring the view. Just one more tap, and her point was proven, her promises kept, and her reputation solidified. Christie pushed her foot down harder, felling no resistance from her limp foe, but wanting to ensure that if she was still conscious she would not breath freely until the count was done.

”3!”

The vocal minority of the stadium that Christie won over became much more so, cheering loudly at her first victory and the amazing performance the two women had given them. The Grave Keeper did nothing new in ignoring them, only looking down on her defeated foe with a smile full of pleasure and eyes full of distain. Bending over, her long black hair fell over her shoulder, and a gloved hand moved to push the purple glasses down the bridge of her nose so Christie’s eyes were fully visible to the laid-out woman.

“I guess you do have a little bit of taste for fashion after all. I’ll keep these, a little momentum from our meeting. If you want them
back, I guess you will just have to get up off the floor and take them from me…No? Well then.” Christie straitened up, looking to leave before her cheery charade fell apart at the seams. The last thing that she wanted to do was reveal how tired she truly was after giving such a powerful challenge to her foe.

“See you around sometime. Feel free to come back and challenge me again if you ever want to disappoint your friends and fans again.”

And with that, the thinly dressed woman walked up the ramp, and disappeared around the corner.

WINNER- CHRISTIE MYERS