Tempers flaring- Claudia vs Christie!

*As both femme fatales continued to struggle for dominance in the other's midst, Claudia realized how fruitless her efforts were- Whenever she would zig, Christie would always seem to zag in an attempt to prevent her from gaining any substantial ground. This would infuriate the den mother, so much so that she would abdicate her attempts at striking her foe all together for something she considered a bit more practical.*

"Everyday?" *Claudia remarked, quizzically raising an eyebrow before continuing.* "I mean, occasionally yeah, but the same could probably be said about you~" *Recoiling her entire form from Christie's strike zone for good measure, the crafty canine proceeded to drop to the balls of her feet, only to subsequently hoist the bewildered marauder skyward inside of a massive, overhead lift!*

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*Keeping her steady in the palm of her hands, Claudia was cherishing the moment of potential triumph she had accomplished over the snarky, malevolent hagraven that had bedeviled her from the very beginning of this altercation! The audience was frantically applauding her efforts, astounded at the feat of strength they were witnessing! Could this potentially be the untimely demise of the sadistic Christie? By the way things appeared, that seemed to be the likely conclusion!*

“Yeah, Everyday! Are you deaf and stupid!”

Smacking Claudia away was difficult in such a manner that not even kicking at the Hellhound broke Christie free from her clutches! The two were now verbally sparring with one another, the audience beginning to laugh at the two’s argumentative natures. Christie noticed that fact, and her eyes narrowed. If these creeps were looking down on her because of Claudia, then Christie was going to have to turn this entire fight around! She would not be underestimated by this two bit whore in a fursuit!

Claudia snagged her arms around Christie’s waist! With just a single tug, Claudia would end up hoisting Christie up off the floor! That stupid smug grin shining up at Christie like Claudia had her dead to rights! She was a total newbie, and Christie should have already disposed of her by now!

With everything happening, including Claudia holding her up in the air like some sort of trophy, The Grave Keeper decided to do something drastic. Despite being hoisted up into the air, Christie would throw an elbow straight down toward Claudia's forehead! She wanted to deliver a sharp blow straight to that stupid mug! A terrifying electrical stake pounded right through this moron’s skull! This was a fight between rage and determination, and Christie was just going to let her anger help her with this revenge strike!

*As both females continued to verbally joust back and forth, neither one of them allowing the other a vestige of quarter, Claudia could automatically detect just how flustered her prey had become, beginning to frantically squirm and thrash around within her grasp!*

"Trying to demean me only makes you look...RRRGGHH!" *Before the den mother was capable of rattling off yet another condescending remark, she felt a sharp stinging sensation ripple across the center mass of her cranium, causing her to instantly lose her footing!*

"D...damn it all!" *Shs viciously snarled, gradually staggering sideways from the debilitating impact. However, she refused to allow such a blow to remain uncontested, and retaliated in kind by dumping the terrorizing Christie backwards for a suplex which left them both sprawled out across the ring!*

Christie and Claudia clearly weren’t on friendly terms, but even the audience cringed after seeing the sharp and painful blow crack against Claudia’s skull! The Wolf Mother was lucky to remain conscious, much less standing. Unfortunately for her fans she did topple, but she took the fiendish Grave Keeper along with her! The ring shook from the erupting impact, the two women collapsing against the canvas in a heap! Christie’s scowling face was visible even to the furthest member of the audience, though it was difficult to discern whether that scowl was born from the wracking pain or Christie’s still raging temper!

The two fighters remained writhing on the floor, but like the creeping dusk consuming the setting sun, the Grave Keeper would rise up from the canvas! Her red eyes shining like spotlights on the Wolf Mother! Christie climbed up to her feet, her boots pounding into the canvas next to Claudia. Should the Wolf Mother still be stunned by the shocking shot to the skull and the terrible tumble, then Claudia’s wolf themed hood would fall victim to Christie’s spider-like grip!

“Gonna drive your fucking head through the god damn floor!”

With a cruel tug, Christie would attempt to pull the Wolf Mother up to her feet. Should she succeed, Christie would move pull the hooded woman’s head back, looking to lace and lock up Claudia in what was most likely Christie’s finisher Grave Digger! A devastating reverse DDT that might finally put an end to the durable dog once and for all!

*While still in a disoriented state after the colossal spill to the floor both women suffered, Claudia was only capable of discerning where she was and how far away the ropes appeared to be.* "Ggrrhh..." *Beginning to ponder how she could remedy this predicament, her instincts guided her towards the edge of the arena, trying to escape any potential danger that might bring about her untimely ruination. To her chagrin however, Christie wasn't about to let her escape her clutches that easily.*

*Just as she was about to extend her hand towards the support beam for assistance, she felt the cold embrace of her ill-tempered foe ensnare her, dragging her backwards while simultaneously forcing her to stand upon unsteady feet!* "Ggmpphh...gggrrhh!" *Haphazardly flailing around to try and break the diabolical taskmaster's unwavering grip, Claudia had an uncanny sense of dread envelope her, almost as if she knew the end was rapidly approaching!*

Claudia had tried her best to slip away and regroup, but Christie was already upon her! Like the black plague, Christie seized Claudia up in a deadly embrace to which the Wolf Mother found only herself in a world of lights and shadows. Christie didn’t bother being gentle. She practically tore at Claudia’s hood to force her to stand and strangled her when the Grave Keeper looped her arm across Claudia’s throat! The mad flailing of the Wolf Mother might have proved effective against a lesser combatant, but all Christie had to do was hold on tight and drop backwards!

And she did just that!

In the blink of an eye, the Grave Keeper pushed off her feet. Christie wanted to fulfill her promise and crack Claudia’s skull against the canvas. The Grave Digger was a destructive finisher fitting Christie’s cruel nature, and many of Claudia’s own fans were worried that their Alpha Wolf might not be able to withstand such a shocking impact!

*Writhing and lashing her arms out at a frantic pace seemed to be a fruitless endeavor as Christie remained unfazed by her spontaneous movement, and inevitably, the dauntless taskmaster plummeted towards the ground below, smashing her cranium directly against the canvas with a sickening* "THUNK!" *That sent an unprecedented shockwave of fright and disgust throughout the capacity crowd!*

"Hhhnnhh!" *Once the move connected, Claudia maneuvered her limp frame to block her breasts from potentially being trampled upon, attempting to preserve the one aspect of her body that she regarded as valuable.* "C..can't...aaahh...move..." *She stammered under her heaving breaths, struggling to recover!*

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THUNK!!!

With that, Claudia had just gone through Christie’s Grave Digger! The astounding amount of shock and damage pounded directly into Claudia’s skull made it a wonder she was still conscious, much less moving! While the Wolf Mother had gone limp and weak, she was still strong enough to roll over to try and protect herself from any further oncoming damage. Her vision must have been blurry, her mind too numb to see that Christie had actually stopped for a quick breath. The Sadistic Specter was tired. Claudia had managed to drag this fight out longer than Christie had expected, and now she was feeling the effects of some of her poor decisions throughout the match. Her muscles ached, and sweat was trailing down her svelte yet powerful body. Christie didn’t even have the energy to act surprised Claudia was still conscious! The  Grave Keeper only looked over and clicked her tongue in annoyance, moving to stand back up onto her boots so she could look down on the newbie.

“You got guts…” she hissed, those red eyes still holding nothing but a burning rage for her seemingly beaten foe.

“Too bad you don’t know when to quit.”

With a swift kick to the side, Christie looked to push Claudia onto her back! If she succeeded, Christie would indeed stomp all over the Wolf Mother’s body. Her legs, stomach, arms, and even her breasts. When she was finished, her boot would remain on Claudia’s stomach, a cruel smile slipping across her lips.

Christie stuck out her tongue, mocking the downed and beaten Claudia with a cruel expression as the referee dropped to the floor to begin the count!

“You did good for a mutt in the drains! But good doesn’t count for much when you’re fighting the best!”

“1!”

“2!”

*While it wasn't brutally apparent to the casual spectator, Claudia was renowned within her close pack of friends to have an uncanny sixth sense- She was capable of detecting various, ineffable sensations from other individuals that the common person just simply doesn't have access to, and as she felt the extension of Christie's superfluous cruelty bash her midsection in, she rolled onto her backside with an oddly satisfied expression radiating from her person.*

"Mmhhh...best....a bit of an embellishment...but...you're certainly packing, that's for sure~" *Essentially ignoring the inevitable* "THREE!" *That the moderator reached as he smacked the surface of the arena, the audience erupting with a confluence of applause and dismissal as The Wolf Mother muttered in between breaths.* "So...you busy later?"

The final smack of the Referee’s three count would come just as the Taskmaster expected. As predictable as ever, the crowd exploded into a tirade of insults and hateful comments. Claudia’s fan’s hated the result of the fight, and their crybaby tears only served to feed Christie Myers’s massive ego. While the official wrestling term was “heat”, Christie liked to think of it as just a bunch of whiny pigs bitching! Management could send whoever they wanted, and the fans could cry their hearts out! The Grave Keeper would thrash them all, just to prove she’s better than all of them.

Even Claudia seemed to be enjoying herself. The Wolf Mother was more like a domesticated pup beneath Christie’s boot. The small, red hue on her cheeks was something Christie recognized easily enough. Claudia was under the spell of lust, Christie’s boot still resting on her chest. The woman didn’t even seem to notice her defeat, only peering up at Christie with a stupid grin, and asking her what she had planned later. Christie would respond by reaching down and snagging a hold of Claudia’s collar, pulling her up onto her feet and then sweeping her off of them.

“I’m thinking of taking my new pet for a walk. Maybe I’ll feed it, water it...and drag it back home until I’m bored...How’s that sound?”

Of course, Christie wasn’t really asking. Without waiting, the Grave Keeper would walk off with her prize, not caring about the fans or the commentators. She had a new toy to screw around with, and as cold hearted as she was, Christie couldn’t wait to break it in! Claudia would serve as an excellent example for those that thought they could enter into the Grave Keeper’s home turf! A trophy of sorts...whether the Wolf Mother enjoyed the experience or not…

That was up to her.

Winner: Christie Myers.