L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Christie Myers Vs Heather Sunderland
Hardcore Barbed Wire Match
Victory Conditions: KO, Pin, Verbal Submission, or one of the combatants are unable to continue.

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Those in the audience would likely remember this fight for a long, long time. There were many unique fighters at the LAW arena, with interesting backstories, fan followings, and fun designs that thrill the crowds to no end. LAW possessed a little bit of everything, possessing at least one thing someone could find enjoyment in. Tonight, one of the more unique tastes the audience members would finally be satiated, a match type that was far from common in the league, and even further away from any concept of the word “Safe”.

The ring was like a construction zone out of a strange horror movie. Inside the squared arena, the floor was littered with various 2x4’s and folding tables made of various materials. While weapons and table matches were not exactly new to LAW, what really caught everyone’s attention were the ropes of the ring…or lack thereof. Instead of the standard practice of having elastic ropes covered in a soft padding, the ring sported three long lengths of barbed wire, woven tightly together to insure any fool unfortunate enough to be thrown against them would not escape without feeling their searing bite. The ropes were laced together with even more of the prickling metal, creating something close to a fence, making escape from the ring nearly impossible once one was to enter.

No matter what happened, the simple display of the ring promised a violent and brutal fight to occur for the night. Weapons, barbed wire, and no referee in sight. What more could the people want?

The lights began to dim, signaling the start of tonight’s event. The crowd hushed and waited, watching as a dense white fog began to roll away from one of the entryways. It was silent at first, the heavy mist growing in form and density, shrouding whatever was beneath and obscuring everything it consumed from view.

Christie Myers

The unmistakable pounding music of the Grave Keeper destroyed any silence the arena once had as the woman stepped out of the fog. Her long raven hair was only broken up with patches of red highlights, and her outfit consisted of long black gloves and boots, with a two-piece outfit decorated with Hells fire and cross bones. If her outfit and violent theme had not given away her ill intent, the shovel she carried over her shoulders and the wicked grin that seemed to crawl across her face certainly would.

Christie would walk down the ramp in a casual stride, stopping only once to openly slab a fan that was too close to the rails right across the face. By the time she made it to the ring, the Crypt Keeper stare at the barbed wire ropes, tilting her head curiously. She moved the shovel of her shoulder and at the metal, which hardly gave any quarter at her prodding. Satisfied that the metal was wound up tight, Christie hopped inside the sadistic square with a smile and flame in her crimson eyes.

With a quick flick of a wrist, a microphone seemed to appear out of thin air and into the Crypt Keepers hand, the sadistic smile never crawling away from her lips as she brought the microphone close enough for everyone to hear her.

“All right, you sad sacks of shit, listen up!” Her voice was sensual, but clearly violent, “Apparently, Management isn’t quiet sick of me breaking all their favorite toys just yet, so they sent me out here tonight with all of these fun little toys to play with…” Christie seemed to gesture towards he discarded weapons, but fondly patted the barbed wire like it was a pet, “And this time, they got me up against a washed up old has-been named Heather Something-or-other. I guess they thought she might put me in my place…but they are wrong. If she is anything like everyone else I have seen here, she won’t last five minutes in this ring, but I’m willing to give her a shot.”

Christie turned towards the opposite entrance, pointing her shovel at the empty space as if her foe was standing right there, her crimson eyes seemed to have a flame dancing around in cynical glee!

“So, come on out Heather! Let’s do this! New blood against old! Show me why these losers seem to think your hot shit!”[b/]

This was the sort of feeling..the sort of rush that Heather felt like she'd been missing for so long. She had nothing against the people she's met and the matches that she's been in since she started..the softer matches were of course still quite appealing to her..but this was where she knew she belonged. Looking out on one of the monitors in the locker room to see what the ring looked like--it sent chills down her spine, making her nod her head a couple times.

This match wouldn't be any sort of joke. The two of them were gonna bleed..quite a bit. She..might have to take some time off after this one..but she just couldn't turn this sort of thing down. The girl she was going up against was clearly hardened from what she's seen and heard of her and that made it all the much better. She wasn't going to have an easy match, that was clear..and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Heather stood in the back as she watched the little monitor near the curtains to see what was going on, having heard over the speakers that Christie had gotten herself a mic and was talking trash in the ring. She hummed to herself a little, tapping her foot a couple times at the unique tone the girl was giving. She..was..attractive. Quite a bit so. That mix of sex and violence that she seemed to give off shook Heather, making her nearly chew on her lip a little while she watched her.

She clicked her tongue at what she called her though, unable to stand that sort of thing. She gave the signal, telling them to cue her music over the speakers. Just as she asked, the lights turned a dark blue, green laser lights shooting out from the entrance as Heather's theme began to play over the speakers She made her way out, dressed in her purple fishnet top, black bikni top over that, black baggy pants, matching boots, and a purple belt, topped off with a purple two-toned hoodie.

Heather Sunderland

Heather was out there with a mic in her hand, clearing her throat a little, the music dying down to allow her to speak as the lights turned back to normal. "Has-been, huh? Well that's not really something someone would say if they knew anything about me! This 'old has-been' is still running strong! I've not even hit my peak yet! I'm still not World Champion, and I sure as hell will be soon! You want this kind of match with someone like me, I'll be sure to show you why people know me for this stuff. Why I AM The most hardcore that LAW HAS!" She let out, tossing the mic aside, pulling and tossing her hoodie off and aside.

She made her way down the ramp, grabbing a kendo stick as she reached the ring. She pat at it a bit, sliding underneath the small space she had beneath the wire to get into the ring. She pushed quite a grin on her face, tapping the kendo stick against her own shoulder as she nod her head, just waiting for the bell to ring to let them go at it.

The Fans seemed to erupt into a wild fury of cheers and applause the moment Heather rounded the corner, only silencing themselves to hear what their idol had to say to the smack talking newcomer. It was obvious the entirety of the crowd, except for a wayward few, were on Heathers side, and they ate her retort up. To most of them, she WAS the hardcore queen who was finally returning to her homeland and reclaiming her throne. Sure, Christie looked scary, but many had already written her off as a wannabe. Few had ever seen even one of the Tomb Walkers fights…So she was likely a nobody, right?

Christie cast a sideways glance as Heather approached the ring with a kendo stick, watching as the girl seemed to test the balance and weight of the weapon before taking up a confident stance, resting the weapon on her shoulder as she smiled at the Pale woman. Christie had begun leaning on her shovel casually since Heather made her entrance. The smile on her face had gone from wicked to self-assured and smug. Rather then have any hint of respect for the history and legacy Heather had made, Christie seemed to look at Heather like she was one of the loud mouth punks she used to thrash back when she got into brawls for fun rather then for pay. In a way, that was all Heather was to Christie. Another face to pummel, another check to collect. At least this time, she had a lot more options on how she was going to break her opponent. That was a welcome change.

Christie tossed her microphone over her shoulder, letting the feedback squeal over the loudspeakers and hurt everyone’s ears as the microphone sailed through the air and bounced off the floor. It would be silly to expect any look of apology on the Undead’s face. She had intentionally caused the audience discomfort, simply because she wanted to speak with Heather one on one.

“You? The most hardcore? I suppose that’s fitting in a way. This whole dump has been filled with nothing but girly bimbo’s or smart-talking amateurs just asking to get smacked around. I’ll be sure to fix that once everyone see’s what a sham you are. Don’t worry, I’ll still let you call yourself the #2 most hardcore. Professional courtesy, after all~”

Suddenly, the bell rang and signaled the start of the match. Christie seemed to waste no time, bursting forward, heading straight for Heather with a cruel look in her eyes. She lifted her shovel as she sprinted, looking as if she was going to swing at down on Heathers skull with the flat metal piece of the shovel.

Instead, the undead pulled a feint, using the shovel as distraction for a sharp kick that was swinging around the side, looking to bury itself in the Violent Violets ribcage.

Heather dropped her mic when the girl tossed her own over her shoulder, seeing that she clearly wanted to talk to her up close and personal. She kept her eyes glued on her, stepping in a little to hear what she was saying over the roaring sound of the arena that was still lingering. Her heart was pounding and racing, the adrenaline already rushing through and exciting her as she bit her lip hard. Her words were ones that just made her click her tongue, shaking her head at what she was saying.

"I can't speak for the rest of them..I'm still a bit new to this league compared to the one I used to be in..But I'm not talking about only just..comparing myself to the other girls here. I'll show you full well that I'm the most hardcore around..and the most hardcore that you'll ever meet. I'll make sure to surprise ya and let you know that maybe--just maybe--you're not as good as you thought you were!"

The banter was great, it got Heather more and more excited by the second, her heart feeling like it was about to burst from her chest. This was going to be different for sure and it was just what Heather needed to kick herself into full gear. Her foot was tapping on the mat over and over in her anticipation, brimming with the thrill of needing this fight, her eyes glued on Christie's before that bell finally rang.

Heather's eyes widened when Christie came straight in with that shovel, causing Heather to dodge to the side to avoid it..not knowing what she had fallen right into her trap. Her movement cause her to ram herself right into that kick, eyes widening as the tip of her foot dug into her ribs, causing her to cough and yell out, stumbling the other way.

"A-aagh!! Damnit!!"

Christie gave Heather a nasty smirk as the violent violet ran right into the arc of her kick! The woman’s ribs took a heavy hit, forcing the air to rush from her lungs and force Heather into a coughing fit. The sadistic seductress felt absolute pleasure in knocking around the woman who claimed to be her superior. Heather, who was standing tall and bold seconds before, now clutched her rib cage and stumbled away, causing the Grave Keeper to quickly pursue her fleeing prey.

“Don’t get cocky, bitch!” Christie would hiss, her gloved hand already reaching for a handful of Heathers purple hair, “You’re just a stepping stone! One I intend to take my time using to its fullest extent~”

The serpent eyes of the Grave Walker looked down at Heather like she was nothing more then food. Like a predator playing with its prey, Christie seemed interested in Heather not as an opponent, but rather as a toy. Dark desires danced in those hellish red eyes, the demon no doubt wondering how to start her disturbed game of twisted violence. The devilish grin that flashed on her face indicated she had found a suitable way to begin satiating her appetite for violence.

The second her gloves clutched Heather’s hair, she would grasp onto the strains and give them a vicious tug, pulling the purple punk towards her, right into the fiery fist that came cascading towards Heather’s face like a meteor impacting the earth! Christie seemed intent on beating her opponent to a bloody pulp before moving on to curler methods of torture.