Clara Wonders vs. Christie Myers - Grave Situation

Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.

It had been a while since the last time Clara got herself a match. She had spent almost a year on hiatus due to personal reason, and after training for a few months to get rid of the ring rusts that had been accumulated during her hiatus, she was now ready to get back into the ring and show everyone that she belonged in the ring alongside those who had proved themselves.

Donning her superheroine-esque outfit, Clara would then make her way out to the ramp, posing dramatically with her cape. Then, she strutted down the ramp, heading over to the ring as the crowd gave her a moderate pop, celebrating her return to the ring. She didn't have a big fanbase, but it was enough for her to be cheered at as she made her appearance.

Clara Wonders:

Soon, she arrived at the ring, and she would remove her cape before climbing up the apron before entering the squared circle. After making a round in the ring to rouse the crowd, she would make herself comfortable at the corner as she would wait for her opponent to show up. From what she had heard, it was someone new in the promotion.

“A super hero eh?…Jesus fucking Christ…”

The new girl leaned back in her secluded corner, darkness wrapped around her like a blanket as she peered at the monitor with a disinterested, baleful glare. She had only just joined a few days ago, and despite her insistence, who ever was in charge decided to put her up against this clown. Christie Myers could only roll her eyes as the super heroine swung her cape around as though it were a toy, the disgusting masses eating it all up like candy on Halloween. The flair, the pompousness of it all…everything about this placed pissed her off.

One of the stage hands came over to Christie's spot. A cocky little shit. Said something about how it was her turn soon, and she needed to get going or she would be late to her own “debut”. Their face was irritating. The way they all talked to her like she was some greenie who didn’t know left from right. When Christie stood up, and glared down at the hired help, they shut their trap real fast. In one of Christie’s hands was a shovel. It’s handle and blade caked in mud and dried blood. They didn’t have a chance to back away before she grabbed ahold of the collar of their shirt, pulling the near frantic help closer towards the self-proclaimed “Grave Keeper”.

“Beat it.”

Without another word, she threw the unbalanced stage hand into some nearby equipment. Metal crashed against the floor as their body got caught in the machine’s wires. Something sounded as though it broke, but by then, Christie was already gone, leaving the backstage staff to clean up the mess.

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As Christie’s music began to die down, Christie finally stepped into view. The merciless marauder carried her shovel over her shoulder. A leather jacket was wrapped around her arms as her long, raven black hair cascaded down her back like a poisoned waterfall.  Her bangs were died red, giving the appearance similar to a deadly black widow, with her empty scowl being just as poisonous.

The banshee’s demonic eyes looked over the nearby crowd…and shuddered.

“Disgusting. Every one of them.”

As she walked down the ramp, she returned the audiences cat calls and compliments with sneers and cruel gestures. For ever attempted high five, she flipped the bird. For every smile, a glare. By the time she made it to the ring, she had made her opinion of those in the audience abundantly clear. It earned Clara more cheers, at least.

“So, what are you supposed to be? A roll of live saver candies come to life? If your fucking outfit was any brighter, I would need sunglasses.”

Christie hissed at Clara. The Grave Keeper obviously had no desire to make friends. Instead she simply removed her Jacket and set it on the ring corner. Her attire consisted mostly of a bikini with long black gloves and thigh high boots. Though few dared to admit it, Christie's body seemed to be sculpted by otherworldly beings. Power his behind her voluptuous frame. Strong, toned muscles never interfered with her feminine beauty. It was though she were a Succubus given life! A form which the majority of the male audience pined for and fantasied after.

“Try your best not to die, alright super girl?

Clara waited for her opponent to show up, and when she did show up, she took a good look on her, and she could tell that she was someone to never be trifled with. And in addition to that, she also had quite a killer body, with body covered in skimpy bikini that certainly left nothing to the imagination. Still, she could see that despite this being her first match in AFW, this Christie Myers was certainly a dangerous individual, and Clara would have to approach her with caution.

It was clear as day how disdainful this Christie was, and Clara saw no point in courtesy and pleasantness as she gave the voluptuous woman before her a glare, making it clear that she wasn't intimidated in the slightest. "If you think this is going to be a cakewalk for you, you better think again," she said before cracking an audacious grin. "Hope you're ready to get your first loss for your first match here, okay?" She added, hoping that she could get her riled up with her taunts.

To ensure that no brawl would ensue before the start of the match, the referee would get between them. She would instruct them to get ready before finally calling for the bell, starting the match between Clara and Christie. To start off the match, Clara would take a stance, preparing to take her opponent on. Her first instinct told her to grapple with the newcomer so that she could ascertain her strength, which would help her to figure out what to do later.

Super girl tried to match Christie’s natural glare with her own angry stare, but it did little to shake the Grave Keeper. In fact, the living demons’ eyes simply cast a glance over to the entirety of the audience, so many of them cheering on the comic book character standing across the ring. All of them seemed to want nothing more then to see the newbie get absolutely creamed by the daughter of wrestling’s most famous super heroine. It was all she could do to keep herself from retching. What was with all of these pathetic losers? Did they seriously have nothing better to do then sit there and watch absolute bimbos fight? None of these skanks would know a real fight if it knocked their friend’s unconscious. Perhaps that was why she was here…to show this entire federations roster how cruel a real fight could be.

“Is that really the best smack talk you got?”

Christie didn’t even look disappointed. She didn’t expect much from this “Clara Wonders” girl either in her fighting skills nor her actually endurance, but comic books were practically all about dialogue. This poor girl couldn’t even impress her in a battle of wits. Her verbal razor was as dull as a butter knife that could barely cut a bagel. The mocking smile Christie returned towards the supposedly intimidating dialogue was even crueler than before.

“Why don’t you run home and cry to your mama…before you seriously get hurt little girl.”

Spoiler:

Christie was already starting to advance on Clara, cracking her neck while that mocking smile was still on her face. She was like a monster, a cold chill encroaching doom coming to consume Clara in a brutal fashion. It only stopped as the referee got in between the two women, causing Christie to scoff and wave the ref away, already walking back to her corner.

The bell to start the match finally went off, the two began approaching each other, Clara with her determined, stoic eyes against Christie’s serpent, sadistic eyes. Clara was ready to grapple with the villain, to test each other’s strength and see who between them were he strongest!

Such Heroic Nonsense…

Christie simply threw a wickedly powerful and fast hook, looking to plant her face right into the blond girls cheek and send her sprawling across the floor!

Clara noted the unimpressed look on Christie's face, though she planned to change that later with her skill and wrestling prowess. She planned to start the match with a grapple with her opponent, looking to ascertain her strength and see where she could go from there. But it seemed that Christie had another plan as she instead went for a punch, and it was only thanks to Clara's reflexes that she was able to see it coming.

"Wuah!" Clara exclaimed as she narrowly avoided the punch from hitting her face. She sidestepped to the side as she avoided the hit, and she was shaken a little by the intensity of the punch hitting through the air. From there, she knew that her opponent wasn't one to be trifled with, and she decided to change her plan by shimmying to the side, looking to attack Christie from another angle. She planned to deliver a kick aimed to her opponent's side, looking to catch her off-guard with the attack.

Christie’s fist burned through the air, aiming right for Clara’s jaw in an attempt to end this with one simple, but effective blow. It wasn’t too much of a surprise when Clara just barely managed to jolt out of the way, as if basic human instinct had kicked in and the hero knew how dangerous the blow from the vile villain was. Either way, Christie’s dull, bored expression didn’t change as the superhero fled, only turning towards her as Clara looked for a new angle for which to attack the Crypt Keeper. The hellfire’s that burned in the woman’s eyes seared Clara’s image, but otherwise did little but track the colorful superhero.

To the audience, Clara wonders was indeed a wonder to see. She was like a rainbow of speed as she bounced off the ring’s ropes and sped towards Christie’s dark form like light fighting the shadows itself! Her long golden hair trailed behind her as she threw her kick, her blue eyes meeting Christie’s red. The incarnation of darkness just watched as Clara moved in to attack!

It was as though Clara had just insulted the woman…:

Christie simply moved back, avoiding Clara’s foot with relative ease. The shadow would step in and seize Clara’s shoulders, gripping the hero tight and glaring into her eyes, as though she were a mere annoyance rather then an opponent. With a heave, the malevolent marauder would look to throw Clara into a nearby corner as though she were just a simple bag of trash.

Clara's eyes widened when she saw Christie avoided her kick with relative ease, but she would not get discouraged as she would try to regain her bearing and continue with her attack. But before she could do anything, her opponent went to grab her by her shoulders and glared into her eyes. Clara could clearly see those intense red eyes filled with fury and unbridled hatred, and the blonde superheroine couldn't help but froze like a deer in the headlights.

Unable to react, Clara was sent towards the corner with somewhat relative ease by Christie, and she groaned as her back hit the turnbuckle. Gritting her teeth, Clara tried to shake herself out her stupor so that she could push herself away from the corner in order to continue with her attacks. But it felt like it was just the beginning of something truly horrific.

Clara seemed to be caught off guard by just how much malice Christie exuded on the blonde hero in tights. It was like she saw Clara as less then human, like she was unworthy of stepping into the ring with the merciless marauder whose intent was only to break the girl the plopped in front of her for her debut fight. Nothing fancy, nothing too flashy. A standard beatdown was all the would be needed to take her down and then Christie could be on her way to better and stronger foes.

As Clara expected, the pain had only just started to unfold. Christie would start things off by slamming her knee into Clara’s gut, attempting to practically impale her on her leg and leave her absolutely breathless. If Christie managed to help succeed, the Grave Digger would simply use Clara as a human punching bag. A flurry of strikes  would come to crack her face apart, hooks would attempt to cave in her ribs, and jab’s would pound the superhero’s abs all just to inflict maximum amounts of pain on the unsuspecting girl, and possibly put her out of commission.

Being trapped at the corner, Clara struggled to regain her bearing in order to fight back, but then, she realized that she wasn't going away anytime soon as Christie then came over to her. The blonde superheroine braced herself for whatever would come, only to take a knee into her gut.

"UOGHHH!!!"

Clara's eyes widened as she felt Christie's knee practically digging into her belly. She sputtered, losing her breath thanks to the attack, and it wasn't even the end of it as her opponent followed it up with a series of attacks, targeting various parts of her body. And due to Clara's condition, she was in no shape to block them all, leaving herself helpless before her opponent.

"GHHH!! AGHHH!! UAGHHH!!"

Clara took all those attacks without getting any opportunity to retaliate, and the blonde superheroine was left in a very helpless position, unable to do anything. She was left winded, disoriented and weakened, and she was certain that it was only just the beginning.

“Tsk! I fucking hate jobbers.”

Christie’s fists continued with their unforgiving campaign against Clara wonder’s face and body. The impacts were strong and sure, with some of the blows echoing out throughout the entire arena. The dull THWUMP of fist meeting flesh was an audible confirmation to the audience that Christie was doing some serious damage to the beautiful super heroine, Clara’s body jerking with every sickening blow from the Gave Keepers wrath. By the time the onslaught was finished, the blonde hero was dazed and bruised, her mind still recovering from the damage it had endured.

Christie scowled at just how weak Clara was. The thug knew her first match would hardly be a fight, but this was as easy as beating a sandbag. It hadn’t been much longer then a few minutes, and the superhero was a mess.

The Vile Vixen snagged a handful of Clara’s golden hair, ripping her away from the corner and dragging her to the center of the ring. If Clara stayed as sedated as she appeared, then Christie would disrespectfully shove the hero’s head between her legs, then hook her arms. With a final, irritated sigh, Christie glared down at Clara, ready to drive her through the floor with a pedigree slam!