L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Both fighters struck in a flash, one as quick as the kunoichi of old, the other like a coiled viper making its final death snare at an enemy. Each of them were ready to put their all on the line, building up to this climactic collision of final, jaw shattering blows. Fashion versus ferocity, Hate vs determination. All of these traits were using these two women as their avatars to clash and tear each other apart…and the audience stared on, watching and waiting, hoping for the outcome they so desperately want to come to fruition. Some would get their desires answered.

Others would not.

Both impacts rang out in the silenced arena, Kieda’s powerful blow crashing against the sinful seductress’s sternum, while Christie’s Leg cracked like a whip against Keda’s jaw. The ninja’s head was sent back in a violent manner, and Christie seemed to buckle under the blow. Neither woman remained standing, both crashing to the floor in a heap of pain and damaged bodies. There was an audible gasp of surprise from everyone around the arena. Both fighters’ attacks had found their marks…but what would come next? There needed to be a winner, but both of them had taken so much damage already.

To many people’s horror, it would be Christie who stirred first. The woman began to groan and move like a creature out of a nightmare, the pain in her body forcing her to move in a stiff manner. She was slow at first, but once she had reached her knees, she began to move just a bit faster. Like some sort of monster, her long black hair completely covered her face, leaving only her bruised and bloody skin on display. A few people who seemed to have picked Christie as their favorite actually cheered for the birthing nightmare. If the woman in the ring had a change of heart towards her fans, she didn’t show it. Instead, she simply began to lurch towards the winded Kieda. Christie looked as if she was walking in mud, ever step looking like a disaster waiting to happen.

The waltzing nightmare stopped just as it reached Kieda, one glowing red eye glaring down at her through the strands of dusty, debris filled hair. It was a tired eye, one that had been angry for a long time, and was now looking at the subject it hated so much in a new light. The eye would not be visible for long, as Christie would turn away, seemingly disappearing from Kieda’s vision for an unknown amount of time.

When the Demon returned, she was carrying a single folding table, which was quickly set up next to the kunoichi. As soon as everything as in position, Armageddon could begin.

Yanking the bright blue hair of her rival, Christie dragged the deflated woman to her feet, and climbed on top of the table. She was like a demonic specter dragging a sinner to a strange level of hell, uncaring for Kieda’s well being as she lifted her up onto the hard surface table. If Christie managed to pull her foe atop the table without incident, she would put Kieda in the familiar position of the Grave Digger.

“It’s time…we end this…then your soul…is mine.”

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Then, like an anvil dropping from the heavens, she would fall backwards, driving Kieda’s skull into the table, possibly shattering it and ending this match with one last violent attack!

*Still unable to recuperate her expended vigor, Kieda laid almost motionless against the cold pavement. Her body was on the brink of convulsing due to the amount of energy she had expelled, but it still wasn't enough for her to overcome the terrifying Christie. It seemed as though regardless of what she tried, from sinking so low as to incorporate some of her foe's own methods to the most sensational of moves, she just couldn't scale this insurmountable hurdle. Before she had a chance to retaliate, her entire equilibrium was thrown into a jeopardizing position by the Grave Digger, who decided that she wasn't allowed a moment of rest.*

"Uggggh!" *She plaintively moaned from the violent contact, Kieda's body slumped forward- She couldn't muster a vestige of vigor to try and correct her awkward position. Now that her opposition was firmly in the driver's seat, the azure assassin could only watch in horror and disbelief as her magnificent frame was gradually prompted skyward by the ruthless goth, her legs visibly trembling due to the sudden shift in balance and altitude. However, her sheepish whimpering fell upon deaf ears, and before she knew it, her body was bent backwards atop of an unsteady platform.*

"Nhh...aarrgghhh..." *With each, subsequent suspiration she felt her boots beginning to slip from underneath her- Not only was the mortifying as a public spectacle, but now she wasn't even able to maintain her stunning elegance to try and salvage what she could from such a disastrous encounter! After what seemed like an eternity, the moment of impact finally transpired- Her body swung downwards at an accelerated rate, eventually leading to her body colliding with the table patiently waiting beneath the tandem.*

"CRACK!" *Went the reinforced lumber, a noise that could have easily been mistaken for her spine. The audience gasped in unison at the traumatic they had witnessed, with most opting out to turn their heads away from such a ghastly scene. Suffice it to say, the final death nail had been driven into The Fashion Assassin's coffin- There she lie motionless, her svelte body sprawled out across the fractured wood as her dominant foe cemented herself as the superior wrestler between them.*

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"S..o...close..." *Were her final words, as the last remnants of her consciousness finally slipped away. Given the mandated rules of the match, all Christie had to do now was pin the helpless figure before her. She had summoned more than enough personal fortitude to withstand the flurry of moves Kieda had sent her way, now all that was left was the three count.*

“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.

She put on a convincing act of superiority

*It...it was over. After having relentlessly pursued a victory over someone she considered her bitter nemesis, she had come up short once again. This time however, it was much more humiliating- She had her entire, charismatic existence purged from her being with that devastating, final move. As Christie cupped her ear and began whispering such vile things for her and only her to listen to, she glowered towards the titanic goth while struggling to hold back tears. She hadn't wanted to deck someone so badly before in her entire life, but it was physically impossible for her, given the extensive damage she had put her body through.*

"Hhnnh..." *Her gentle exhalation upon feeling Christie's grotesque footwear rub up against her facial cheek sent her into a blind rage, yet the more she tried to send herself upwards, the more she realized it was a fruitless endeavor. As the woman finally decided she had proven her point, she promptly waltzed away, almost as if she hadn't suffered the same exact hell Kieda had endured. This was truly something Kieda had never envisioned, even in her worst nightmare, and now it was a living hell.*

*With her slender form refusing to recover before the dreaded three count came to pass, the crowd was stunned silent- Any form of derisive remarks or jeering towards the triumphant Christie had been otherwise vanquished from the audience. The ubiquitous shock and awe that filled every inch of the massive arena was the heaviest burden Kieda could carry- She had grown so accustomed to the dazzling lights, boisterous cheering and the taste of victory that stewing in her anguish was the worst form of personal ridicule that she could endure. However, almost as quickly as it had been extinguished, Kieda could hear the faintest of voices calling for her somewhere out in the audience!*

"Fashion Assassin! Fashion Assassin!" *The flickering ember of rejuvenation began with just a barely audible chant, but soon grew into a roaring conflagration of support that soon had the lilac shadow struggling to return to her ornate boots. Inch by desperate inch, she clawed her way up the side of the ring apron, struggling to even hold steady despite the encouragement of her unwavering zealots. Before long, she had composed herself quite nicely and started brushing off the particles of debris that remained on her otherwise immaculate outfit.*

"W..where..the fuck..d..do you think..y..you're going?!" *With a bellowing din, the tenacious kunoichi began to feel the ineffable support of the fanatic audience, as she snapped her fingers at the presiding official to fetch her a microphone. Once in hand, she brought it up to her pursed lips before addressing what had just transpired.*

"W..we aren't done, you pompous little twat! Not by a long shot!" *As the cracks in her otherwise magnificent persona began to show, Kieda struck yet another fashionable pose to prove that she meant business.* "If you truly thing that you're somehow my superior in any way, aside from daddy issues, then you're dead wrong!" *Her derogatory remark was met with a rattling* "Oooooooh!" *From throughout the gargantuan stadium. Kieda nodded in agreement while flipping Christie the bird, realizing the impact it had.*

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"I admit" *Kieda began begrudgingly, forcing herself to acknowledge the loss she had just sustained.* "You certainly possess the wrestling acumen to hang with yours truly, but I'm not giving you more than what you've earned." *Taking a moment to reflect, the fashion assassin pondered for a moment before continuing.* "But, how about I prove my worth on your own turf...in a casket match!"

*Deftly throwing down the gauntlet, the crowd went absolutely ballistic at the announcement for such a heated fight! Both women would be at the apex of their game, and the inevitable collision would beget one of the most memorable fights LAW has ever experienced!* "So, how about it Chrissy? You, me, and where you spent most of your time as a lonely teenager?" *She chortled, coaxing out yet another shocked reaction from the crowd.*

Despite the suffering Christie felt in her back and the dull aches in every single joint she tried to ignore, it could be classified as a good night. Christie hadn’t expected such a vicious fight that would actually be worth her time, and for the first time since coming to this federation, she felt a twinge of fear at the prospect of losing so gracelessly. It was an exciting feeling, one that helped push her beyond her limits. Her body was paying for her mistakes now, but it was well worth the rewards. Kieda was surely broken, an egotist who had their pride ripped to shreds right in front of them and all of her fans. Some of those who had cheered for the kunoichi would doubtlessly be on the malevolent mistress’s side from now on, and while Christie couldn’t care less about those who approved or disapproved of her methods, she knew full well that it would eat at her opponents will to carry on.

A new pet, a crushing victory, and a fun fight…There was little more that Christie could ask for at the end of the day. Perhaps she would celebrate the occasion with her favorite meal of bagels and eggs. It may be strange to eat what is often considered breakfast food for dinner, but it was often the forbidden fruit that the Grave Keeper found herself craving most of all.

Kieda had already fallen far from Christie’s mind. She was little more then an object forgotten in favor of what the Sadistic Sinner would be dining on once she returned to her lair. The crowd was stunned into silence, letting the void remind Christie of her victory as she walked up the ramp casually, smirking at a few of the dejected face’s in the crowd. How truly worthless and weak these people were…it was no wonder Kieda failed, if they were the ones that gave her strength.

Christie didn’t hear the small chant beginning at the opposite end of the arena. It started out small, something like a murmur through the crowd that Christie paid no attention to. But within seconds, it grew louder and louder. The audience, who were so pathetically docile before, began to cheer for their precious idol, chanting her nickname over and over again much to the goth’s annoyance. Cry as they might, there was simply no way she would-

"W..where..the fuck..d..do you think..y..you're going?!"

The Grave Keeper reacted instantly to the voice! A cruel, hateful aura contaminated the atmosphere as her mind doubted what it had just heard. All of her muscle’s tensed, as if getting ready to start combat anew, but unsure of where the opponent was.

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“You gotta be fucking kidding me…”

When Christie finally whirled around, she witnessed what she thought had been impossible mere moments ago. There Kieda was, standing on her own two feet, and firing off a new verbal assault towards the victor of the fight. Kieda’s tone was far more brutal and blunter, her words lashing through the arena like a whip and cutting the atmosphere to pieces and replacing it with only heated hostility. Kieda even took a page from the Christie’s book and flipped her the bird, causing Christie’s face to fill with rage as her eyes practically burst into flames of rage. Even the crowd was beginning to get in on it, laughing and jeering Christie, lashing at her from all side. They only served to fuel the fire of hatred in the woman’s black and bitter heart.

fuel the fire of hatred

Christie gripped her shovel so tightly in her hands it hade began to stress the wooden handle. To many, it looked as if she was considering go back to finish Kieda off for good, likely after some broken bones this time. But the assassin threw Christie yet another challenge. This time, it would be fitting with her theme. A casket match to the finish, a fitting way to end Kieda’s career here at LAW…so Christie stopped her advance.

Instead, she simple smiled cruelly. There was no positive emotion in that smile, and her hellish eyes glared holes into Kieda’s battered frame. Rather then verbally accepting, Christie simply dragged her thumb across her throat, promising further pain to the kunoichi in a deadly way.

With that, Christie left Kieda with her cheers, spinning on her heel and finishing her walk up the ramp. The Grave Walked disappeared around the curtain, and would not be seen by anyone for the rest of the day…

Their final confrontation now had a match type. All that was left was for the two combatants to recover from their current injuries so that they could break each other apart anew. Who will emerge victorious in this final, bitter struggle against hated enemies? And what will be shattered in the process?

Time heals all wounds…but no one lives forever.

To be continued…