L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

The arena was absolutely buzzing with activity, with a person in every seat as far as the eye could see. The crowd was an awfully rowdy one, and for good reason. Already, three amazing battles had just gone off in a spectacular fashion, pitting the most unique female fighters against one another in a stunning clash of fury and grace. Each match seemed to trump the last in terms of showmanship, and yet the best was yet to come. The final fight of the night was supposed to be an interesting one, with two new fighters joining LAW and having a double debut against one another. Rumor had it that the fight was going to be a free for all, and one of the girls had been famous for using hentai-like combat moves on opponents in her previous employment. The idea that two new debuts would be battling it out head to head got everyone excited, and the hentai expert did so as well, though in a different way.

Soon, the lights began to dim, and a cheery pop song began to play out over the speakers. The crowd roared, excited to see the competitor to emerge…but something wasn’t right. Nobody came out for the longest time, and just when it seemed as if there was a strangely long absence, the music was suddenly cut off. The lights remained dim, and there was a loud commotion going on in the back that could be heard even over the crowd. It sounded like yelling, loud shouting amongst multiple parties. As suddenly as the yelling started, it stopped…and a figure finally stepped out into view.

The woman wore a cruel smirk on her face and a leather jacket around her shoulders. The zipper was open, revealing the Jolly roger bikini top and hellfire bottoms that the woman wore. Each of her limbs were wrapped in a black leather material decorated with belts and buckles that made her seem like a far departure from the two cute girls that were supposed to debut tonight. The woman dragged along a large shovel, dents adorned the metal due to its repeated use.

Few could mistake the woman, who had torn her way into LAW and just would not stop violently beating her foes…

Christie Myers had taken the stage, which meant things were about to become a lot more gruesome.

Christie Myers

The few people that recognized her began to boo and Jeer almost immediately, with only one member out of every twenty or so actually being a fan of hers. Hardly one to change, Christie ignored them all and simply hopped into the ring, grabbing the microphone and backhanding the referee holding it before finally talking over the audience.

“Well, just when I thought this places fan base couldn’t get any scummier, all you weirdos decided to wake up in the morning and come here. Disgusting.” Christie gave a smug shrug of her shoulders, letting the audience die down a bit before continuing. “look at you guys, you were all so excited to see some prissy princesses have a play fight with each other in hopes that they would finger each other in front of all you dorks. Well guess what? Those two had a bit of an accident and won’t be able to participate in tonight’s match…I’m not sorry.” The sadistic smile that seemed to be the only type of affection Christie was capable of made another appearance.

“Normally, that would be that, and you sad sacks of shit would just have to go on without your precious softcore porn, but tonight I got some business to take care of. Lucky you…So, make sure to stay out of my way, and I’ll let you losers watch a real fight.”

A rain of insults came down on Christie, but the woman simply turned her back to the crowd and up towards the entrance, moving her shovel up onto her shoulders as she smugly spoke into the microphone.

“Hey Kieda! You still remember me from when I smashed your whimpering skull into the canvas? I know your back there digging through the lost and found for your new Sunday best, so why don’t you come on out? I already won two more matches since we last fought, and I’m ready to add another win to my list, and bury you in the ground for good, BITCH! If you have the guts…lets go, right here, right now.”

The snake eyes stared daggers at the empty entry way, the pure hate and ego could be felt throughout the ring. Christie wanted another go at the Fashion Assassin. Ii was only a matter if she showed or not.

*fortuitously enough, the woman in question was quietly lingering backstage after having just finished nonchalantly browsing through her emails on her phone when she heard her name called from the arena. Tilting her head at the amount of ire coming from that particular word..."BITCH"...she could already tell this was going to be one hell of a night. Directly beside her was a moderator, and as they exchanged glances, Kieda they tacitly understood what she needed to do. Already clad in her trademark cerulean and lilac colored ensemble, Kieda approached the opaque curtain and sounded for her theme music, her dynamic entrance bringing the crowd to their feet.*

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*However, Kieda didn't make her grandiose entrance empty handed- Having snagged a microphone before making her appearance, she pressed it up near the tips of her lips with a rather condescending visage spreading across her face.* "And to think, I was going to have a relaxing, quiet da~" *Unable to continue her statement due to the sonorous chants of her adoring fans, all of them ubiquitously chanting* "Queen of Queens! Queen of Queens!" *All the flattered kunochi could do for the time being was shrug as if she hadn't the slightest clue as to why they would be so compelled to do such a thing.*

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*Allowing her adoring public to quiet down before continuing with what she needed to say, Kieda gradually began marching down the steel ramp towards the outskirts of the occupied ring.* "But, if you honestly expect someone of my caliber to allow somebody as repugnant and distasteful as yourself to come in here, demean these lovely lovelies and then expect to get away with it unscathed, then you're either as dense as you look or you've been a pampered little pussy your entire life, and I'd be honored to severely punish your disrespectful ass any given day of the week!"

*Standing inches away from the metallic steps, Kieda abruptly darted forward and ricocheted off the highest rope, corkscrew moonsaulting through the air before landing on the bottoms of her ornate boots, planting her feet directly in front of Christie with a baleful glare.* "And since you're just so eager to receive a harsh ass whopping, how about we make this one for the ages?"

*She turned to the crowd, who was already captivated by the palpable intensity both women shared before she dropped a bombshell.* "Tonight, Tables Ladders and Chairs match. Last woman standing match. Think you have what it takes to hang with the Queen?" *By this point, the audience was drowning out almost every word with their audible chanting for the women to commence, all the while Kieda pressed herself up against Christie's admittedly supple chest.*

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Christie did not have to wait too long to get what she wanted. There was a hint of an entrance theme, but then the excited roar of the crowd completely overtook whatever volume it had. The deafening cries of the crowd only got worst as the azure assassin finally showed her face, with the cheers growing even louder then before. Christie was not bothered by Kieda’s adulation. If anything, she was disgusted by it. All of them began some pathetic chant, and Kieda just soaked it in, acting as if she had no part in the creation of the title. The Grave Keeper simply waited, holding in her utter disdain for the moment. She would invent a new title for Kieda when this was all over.

Christie let her foe run her mouth as she approached the ring. The fact she was willing to defend the lecherous fans outside the ring made her all the more disgusting to Christie. What good would come from defending those freaks, other than earning their worthless admiration? All Christie knew was that Kieda had her priorities seriously messed up if she was walking in here for her fans. The Crypt Keeper was hungry for blood, and another win. Kieda would give her both~

After an awfully flashy jump into the ring, Christie tossed her shovel to the side. Letting it clatter to the floor and roll out of the ring with a metallic clang. A snake smile slithered its way onto her face as Kieda got right into her face, pressing her forehead against hers to show she wasn’t backing down. It was only when Kieda promised to beat Christie’s ass in an interesting fashion that the demon raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she could possibly mean by that.

A Tables, Ladders, and Chair match, apparently. With the stipulation of last woman standing. If Kieda was trying to scare Christie well…she really shouldn’t have promised her a good time.

A round of quiet laughter was what Christie returned with, her hellish red eyes staring deep into Kieda’s as she bared her fangs in a confident grin. Her sultry, sadistic tone went so very quiet, it wouldn’t even be picked up on Kieda’s mic. It was a conversation for Christie and Kieda alone.

“I’m surprised you have the balls to talk like that after what happened last time, but I don’t mind. It will make crushing you all the more fun. Do you think you will beg for mercy? Or simply scream until your lungs give out? I’m excited to see which one it will be.”

Those snake-like eyes didn’t move an inch, but Christie’s free arm did. It wound back quickly and came rushing in even faster as the Grave Keeper backhanded Kieda right across the jaw. The crowd would boo and jeer, but Christie simply smiled, and replaced the microphone at her lips.

“Fine. There are easier ways to die, but I don’t mind granting this colored train wreck her final wish.”

Christie quickly removed her jacket and tossed it over by her shovel, her black gloves on ample chest on full display. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, near past her waist. Few would even dare to think she was anything less than gorgeous. Her musculature was defined, yet feminine, with only her cruel attire and cruel eyes breaking the façade that she was anything less than a sadist.

“So hit me with what you got, Bitch. Lets see what you can do, when you let loose.”

"Hoho, you should be the one to talk about balls~" *Kieda waited for her supportive entourage to have a hardy chuckle at the vile woman's expense, insinuating something rather controversial yet oh so satisfying in terms of her feminine charm.* "Given that you probably petrify every male you've ever encountered with your repulsive body odor alone. It's called bathing, sweetheart. It's something all humans, let alone women, are required to do. Then again, considering that you carry a shovel around with you all day, I'm assuming you take dirt naps on a daily basis."

*Once her derogatory remark was out of the way and the crowd had simmered down, the Fashion Assassin nonchalantly tossed the microphone out of the ring- She may have wanted to capture a victory here tonight, but even if it pained every fiber in her being, she still wanted to do it in a semi-respectable manner.*

"What I'm going to do will consist of multiple steps, so try and use all your fingers and toes to keep track~" *She giggled, her healthy breasts bouncing as her slender feet sashayed towards her corner.* "First~" *She held up a solitary finger to indicate her plan* "I'm going to trample on that repugnant carpet you call a face with my designer boots. Then, I'll strip you of that atrocious trainwreck you call an outfit. And finally, for the piece de resistance, I shall execute a brilliant moonsault to eclipse that irredeemably distasteful skin complexion of yours, thereby having gracefully vanquished you in style!"

*She posed for the crowd, hearing her avid fans reinforce her best laid plans with a monstrous scream.* "And that, my dear Christie, is what I intend to do to you. I certainly hope you're capable of keeping up. Otherwise, I'll just have to bury you along with all the others that stood in my path." *Kieda struck a brilliant pose, reassuring both herself and to the menacing marauder that stood across from her that victory was undoubtedly hers for the claiming. She sat her supple posterior on the top rope, subsequently bringing her right arm upwards to flex her rather tightly formed bicep, driving the male populace wild in the process.*

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*However, all too soon, the bell rang with the familiar* "CLANG CLANG CLANG!" *And as quick as a wink, Kieda went from bathing in the attention of her lovely public to stern and focused, hopping down from the highest turnbuckle before charging directly towards Christie for a lunging tackle to try and discombobulate her early into the fray!*

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Christies eyes narrowed considerably and Kieda’s fist insult. Christie hated being compared to a guy in anyway, appearance wise. She was practically a goddess in her eyes, the very peak of feminine sensuality, with attractive features all across the board from her face down to her long, strong legs. She was so much prettier than Kieda, and that only infuriated her more to hear someone so beneath her level even dare to think her opinion mattered on the subject. In Christies mind, if she was ugly, then everyone else was five times worse off than her.

Uncharacteristically, Christie let Kieda run her mouth uninterrupted. She let the fans cheer, the girl prance around and pose for the weaklings outside the ring. The fashion assassin seemed to have the need to shake her bubble butt for everyone who would look, blow kisses to anyone who would take them. She did not seem to understand the level of hell she had just walked into, nor the demon waiting for her on the other side of the ring.

Soon the bell would ring, and the battle would begin. Christie passively wondered how they would get any tables, chairs, or even ladders into the ring. Perhaps there was a few hiding underneath the ring, but she would like a ton of them to work with. Then she could get creative with how she would crush Kieda.

While Christie was passively thinking about other things, the kunoichi darted forward with incredible speed, catching the Grave Keepers attention. The fashionista was keeping low, probably going for a tackle…maybe. Flashbacks of street fights ran through Christie’s mind, dozens of girls who thought Christie was all talk rushing her the exact same way, though much slower. A tackle was a great way to get into a position of power early in the fight…but Christie had scrapped with everyone at least once. Her instincts told her it was a tackle, and the Crypt Keeper took the appropriate measures.

“Stupid Bitch.”

Just as Kieda was upon her, Christie’s knee shot up like a bullet, looking to crush the assassins jaw by using not only Christie’s force, but the assassin’s own momentum against her. If it landed, the blow would be extremely painful, and a nice way to shut Kieda up for a bit. Christie really was out to beat Kieda to a pulp, and she was far from pulling any punches, even at the very beginning.

Christie’s knee shot up like a bullet

*While certainly not one to take the bull by the horns, like her ginger haired cohort, Kieda wasn't bashful about making her presence known. However, this was a unique situation she found herself in- It appeared as though despite her best intentions, Christie was simply on another level in terms of her cunning mind and sadistic tactics. The instant her knee shot up, the bewildered kunoichi was sent staggering backwards with a sickening* "THWACK!" *That forced her to regroup before any more, superfluous damage could be dealt to her immaculate face!*

"Hngrrhh..t..that's it?" *Somehow managing to collect herself in a timely manner, Kieda shook off the lingering anguish that was beginning to travel through the base of her mandible. She gave it a tentative rub, and immediately felt the effects of her foolish maneuver- It was injured, but she had survived far worse than a simple shot to her haw. However, it was the indelible mark to her pride that sent her into a calm, collected rage that began swirling around inside of her like a maelstrom.*

"Because if that's all someone like you can muster up, then this match is already in the bag!" *She shouted, taunting her opposition by gesturing her to come hither, a haughty smirk spreading from ear to ear. It was quite becoming of the cerulean silhouette to act in such a coy manner, especially in the face of such a vicious opponent- While others might be petrified at the thought of someone like Christie standing at the opposite end of the arena, Kieda merely scoffed at the cruel mistress as if she was an insignificant pleb.*

*She assumed a passive stance, striking a marvelous pose to flaunt to her fans that she was, indeed, still well in control of this skirmish, even if she herself couldn't believe her own bullshit for the time being. She made a dazzling impact on those around her, catching the awe and wonder of her adoring public while simultaneously trying to stoke the coals deep inside of the crypt keeper.*

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Kieda’s jaw made the worlds most lovely noise as it cracked against Christie’s knee. It was a resounding sound, one mixed with her teeth clacking together in a loud clap and the delicious impact of flesh. Even better was the stunned look on the kunoichi’s face as she stumbled backwards, rubbing her jaw while her brain tried to process what exactly happened. She didn’t even know what sort of hell she was in for, and that simply made Christie all the more excited to break Kieda worse then anyone she had broken before.

But then Kieda had to open her mouth again. Her taunts didn’t wipe the satisfaction of the heavy opening blow away complete, but Christie’s joy had taken its own hit after the fashion assassin tried to act as if it was nothing. The snake like eyes of cruel mistress narrowed down at her prey, as if imagining all the cruel things they wanted to do to her right then and there. To be fair, that was probably exactly what was going through Christie’s head at the moment.

Kieda had challenged her to come, and she even went so far as to adopt a passive stance, egging Christie on even further. Hardly one to back down from anyone, the Grave Keeper simply smiled a cruel smile, and began to march closer towards her foe. The heavy heels of her boots rang out against the cold canvas floor, each thud echoing like a death bell, signaling the end for the fashionista.

“When this fight is over, your going to beg me to stop. Your hair, your clothes, everything you hold dear will be the last thing on your mind…you will be too focused on surviving long enough to get to the ER.”

surviving long enough to get to the ER.

As quick as a phantom or a flickering shadow, Christie suddenly burst forward in a stunning display of speed. Apparently, her knee to the jaw was not effective enough for the assassin’s liking. Christie looked to rectify the situation by delivering an even stronger knee smash right into her foe’s defenseless ribcage, looking to crack a few of them to get the screaming started.

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*It didn't take long to taunt the proverbial bull into charging towards the cunning kunoichi like a runaway freight train, and before she knew it, both women had collided once again! This time however, Kieda was more than prepared for the subsequent assault on her body, deciding to execute an immaculate pirouette sideways and dodging Christie's gruesome knee all together. The crowd was stunned by the Fashion Assassin's uncanny ability to narrowly avoid such a terrifying strike from her fearsome foe. However, she still wasn't finished, as she reached down below and snagged Christie's legs before shooting her a sinister smirk.*

"For someone who spouts such utter nonsense all the time, I find it hard to believe that you haven't been carted off to the insane asylum in your lifetime~" *She cackled in an incredibly condescending fashion before flipping the berserk brawler up and over the top rope, trying to get her to land on the outside pavement! Without missing a beat, Kieda hopped onto the top turnbuckle and set her sights upon doing the unthinkable- Propelling herself skyward and smashing directly into the intimidating witch with a corkscrew moonsault!*

"But no matter- Having to suffer your verbal diarrhea will be worth it once I get to send you packing for dreamland!" *She shouted, trying to get the crowd even more elated than they already were before she sent herself gliding through the air and crashing down upon her intended target, her body making a sonorous* "THUMP!" *When it finally connected!*

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“WHAT THE-?”

How did she duck so fast? The knee strike that promised at least a cracked rib sailed past the kunoichi without so much as an impact. She was so close to Kieda that she could see the stiches in her jacket as clear as day and yet SHE MISSED?! Now the Grave Keeper was off balance and dangerously close to her clever enemy. Kieda didn’t waste a single second, already wrapping her arms around Christie’s stationary leg and tossing her over the ropes in one heavy heave. Christie could hardly comprehend what was happening! One second, she was throwing a knee attack, the next she felt her body go over the ropes. Now all that filled her view was the rough, cold concrete next to the ring.

Like a ragdoll, Christie impacted against the cold stone with a meaty “thump”, but was already climbing back up to her feet, her eyes a hellish red. Her movements were like that of a spider, quick and almost skittish, but above all…predatory.

“Break your god damn SPINE fer that, you-“

Before Christie could finish her sentence, a shadow was cast on her. The ninja was already in the air, and descending down on the foul woman like an eagle swooping upon its prey. Christies eyes went from hatred to surprise and fear in an instant. Her gloved hands moved to shield her face out of instinct, something that would embarrass her later on, but at the moment…

Kieda CRUSHED Christie underneath her! Sending the demon right back to the hard concrete floor with a “Thump” noise loud enough to be heard by the first few rows. The bikini clad woman howled in agony as she grip her spine and the back of her head. Pain kept shooting up and down her backside as she squirmed to try and get back onto her feet and vent some of her anger on her opponent. Though, many would say she was doing so unsuccessfully…

But few could calmly look into her eyes. The rage that seemed to reside in them were beyond human, and focused squarely on Kieda.

The rage that seemed to reside in them were beyond human

*Even though her attack had been a complete and utter success, that empty victory did little to assuage the gauntlet she had to overcome in order to keep her immensely resilient adversary down for an elongated period of time. Once she made contact with Christie, the aerial assassin gradually began making her way back to her feet, and overtime, reached the full length of her gorgeous height. Ever the show woman, Kieda decided that now, over any other moment, was the perfect opportunity to strike a pose.* "A..and you said you would be competition for the likes of me? Preposterous!" *She chortled in a rather condescending fashion, throwing her hands backwards while pointing her index fingers towards the sky, immediately winning the crowd over as they began chanting* "Superstar! Superstar!" *In tandem.*

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"I am the essence of extravagance! I am the epitome of ecstasy! I am THE FASHION ASSASSIN!" *Kieda triumphantly declared before diving into an offensive onslaught, most of which was comprised of furious footwork that forced the downed Christie to kiss her boots. She fed the malicious woman her overpriced footwear, as the cobalt fashionista tried to cave her face in with her durable shoes.*

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*After a brief moment of showing Christie who the superior specimen was, Kieda hatched a wickedly brilliant plan to finish this fight before it even began!* "Hmhm, stay here darling. I'll be right back~" *Turning towards the audience, the inquisitive Kieda beckoned her devoted fans to aid her in her time of need.* "Can someone offer up their chair for the evening? I need to borrow it for...obvious reasons." *Not a second went by before some overzealous fan tossed her their metallic seat, receiving a kiss blown in their direction for their generosity.*

*Now equipped with a folding chair in hand, Kieda slowly trotted towards her adversary before gradually assuming a full on sprint, holding the chair directly between herself and Christie before slamming her feet against the makeshift weapon to crack her skull with the momentum of a madwoman!*

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