Clara Wonders vs. Christie Myers - Grave Situation

Continuously taking all those blows from her opponent, Clara was unable to defend herself, and in the end, she ended up being a mess, with bruises all over her body. "Oughhhh..." She moaned, unable to focus on Christie who was beating her like a sandbag. At this point, it was clear how outmatched the blonde superheroine was, and Christine could easily snatch a win in this match at this rate.

Right after that, Christie grabbed onto Clara's golden locks before pulling her away from the corner, and the superheroine was unable to stop her opponent from doing so. And then, her head was stuffed between Christie's thighs, and due to her current condition, it was clear that Clara was unable to stop whatever her opponent was planning to do to her. All she could manage was to wiggle her body weakly in her futile attempt to break free.

Many of the cheers that rang out for the veteran superhero were silenced by the screams and moans of the subject in question. Clara was being whipped around like a newbie, by a newbie. Christie’s unrelenting violence paid off in spades, making the caped crusader putty in the gothic gladiator’s hands. It grew to the point that there was little to no resistance from Clara whatsoever! The hero simply whimpered as her head was shoved in between Christie’s thighs.

The burning red eyes that glared into Clara’s back narrowed in disgust. She expected nothing from this fight, and still felt disappointed. If this was the level of competitors she would have to deal with, then they may as well give her the championship now. Because in the end, this was all just a sad farce of a fight.

She even had a way to prove it. The crowd was a fickle bunch, that much was clear. Without a hint of hesitation, Christie grabbed the lower bottom piece of her opponent’s leotard, tugging it up and giving the blonde girl a wedgie. No sooner had the act been taken then half the crowd erupted into an orchestra of cheers and cat calling. Those that wanted Christie’s face to be crushed beneath Clara Wonder’s boot now wanted Christie to further humiliate the hero for their own sick fantasies. All of them were the same. Rats ready to jump ship at the first sign of a better deal or trouble.

“This place is shit from top to bottom. It’s about time a real fighter walked in here…sorry you had to be the first to fall, but someone had to do it.”

With that out of the way, Christie’s arms wrapped around Clara’s waist, and with a hard yank, she would pull the superhero up and over onto her shoulders! If all went well, then Clara would be set and primed to be slammed into the canvas with a simple, but effective, powerbomb slam!

This was quite a one-sided battle between the blonde superheroine and the newbie, and now, Clara couldn't do anything as her opponent prepared for one last move that could take her out. And from the sound of it, the crowd seemed to have changed their direction, from cheering for the plucky heroine to wanting to see the newcomer beat the crap out of her. Well, the silver lining in this was that Clara was too disoriented to even think about the fickleness of the crowd.

Soon enough, Christie then lifted Clara up onto her shoulders before throwing her down into the mat with a devastating powerbomb. "OGHHH!!!" Her body crashed into the canvas, the sheer impact was enough to knock the fight entirely out of her. Clara was left a twitching mess, her eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth opened slightly. At this point, there was nothing she could do to get herself out of this situation, and a pinfall would be a mere formality for her opponent.

Clara Wonders seemed to be knocked out in record time! In a match that felt as though it had only just started, few had expected the rookie to seemingly devastate the daughter of the famous wrestling veteran.Clara had experience, prestige, and a reputation...but somehow, Christie managed to get by on sheer grit and power! The blonde crusader was a drooling mess on the floor, to the point it seemed anyone would be able to pin her now. The disgusted look on Christie’s face hadn’t shifted hardly at all as she casually tossed Clara’s legs to the side and climbed to her feet.

A boot would slam into Clara’s stomach, Christie’s serpent-like eyes glaring down at her apparently beaten foe as the referee dropped to the floor to begin the count. The audience immediately grew into an uproar! They felt the match had been over too quickly, that they wanted more violence! Such meaningless demands fell on deaf ears, as the heel above Clara simply sneered at the crowd, waiting for Clara’s time to be up!

“1! 2!”

Clara was absolutely demolished by the newcomer, and one could say that this was her worst defeat that she had ever experienced. While she did have quite a lot of losses in the past, she was unable to throw any offense in this match, making this the worst loss under her belt. As Clara laid insensate on the mat, eyes still rolled up into her head and tongue lolled out, Christie decided to make a pinfall attempt in the most condescending way possible, which was by stomping onto the blonde's stomach and keeping her foot there.

The referee then began counting, and from the look of it, Clara was unable to get up. She was too devastated in more ways than one, and as the referee counted for the pin, it was made clear that she wouldn't be getting up soon.

"THREE!"

And with that, the match ended. It ended way too fast, and the crowd booed the newcomer, though it was obvious that their disdain meant nothing to the Grave Keeper.

The amount of jeers from the audience became deafening, as Christie finally let her foot off the super heroine’s stomach once the pin had been completed. Clara's eyes were closed, as though she were asleep and simply having a bad dream, but the Gothic gladiator above her was all too real. Her burning gaze scorched across Clara’s face one final time before clicking her tongue in annoyance. Clara was a waste of time, just as she thought.

The referee approached the newcomer, looking to raise their hand in the air to signal her victory, but received a sharp back handed slap for their efforts! The crowd erupted into a violent symphony, cups and refreshments were being thrown at the ring almost as much as the curse words and slurs. The red eyed demon’s expression was as cold towards them as it was to her opponent. Christie would simply roll her crimson eyes before stepping over Clara to collect her things. Not once did she spare her opponent’s body or the referee a second glance. She simply packed up and left, sure of herself that everything she thought about the AFW had been proven correct.

This place...from its foundation, to its fighters, are rotten.

An example would need to be set for next time. Something that would wake this place back up from its pathetic slump, and breed a line of warriors that would actually have the right to be called fighters.

That was something Christie would have to think about.

The End.

Winner: Christie Myers.