No Disqualification Match - Christie Myers vs Samanta Veronese

It was an interesting way to begin her contract with the AFW, a no disqualification match against a violent heel? sounds a lot of painful fun.
Samanta isn't new to hard wrestling matches of course, but it was her first time in that federation, she never faced off someone of that place,for the italian wrestler is everything new as it is completely new for the audience as well,and it's useless to say she has never met her opponent before too-
The new entry is sitting in the locker ,finishing to wear her boots and gloves before a voice would call her out to get in the arena; as the music stats to play, Samanta bounces on her toes breathing deeply, getting out from the stage waving her fist up in the air to salute her fans and the AFW crowd.

theme song:

Samanta runs toward the ring through the ramp,sliding under the lower rope and the ring's edge,standing up on the mat keeping to wave up her arms at the crowd,climbing a corner placing her soles on the side middle ropes, motioning for the crowd to get louder, moving the palms of her hands over her ears smiling as the arena welcome her in a good way.
The italian girl jumps down, coming back in the ring, starting to warm a bit while resting to her corner,waiting fot her opponent to get in as well; it doesn't matter what is going to happen, blood or not, she has to win at any cost, but she already knows it won't be easy.

Samanta:

“Another fight,another fucking newbie!”

Christie was getting sick of being pitted up against the new stock of AFW roster! It felt like an insult from the company to her! Sure, this was only her third fight, but after all she had done she figured that she deserved a bit more respect than this. Honestly, she hated this fucking company and its fighters. None of them knew what a real fight was like...and she was going to prove that to everyone. This fucking rookie would just be another body on the pile, someone to get broken and left behind. It didn’t matter if she was green or not, Christie planned on wiping any dreams she had of stardom or profitability by crushing her in her debut.

”Who knows? Maybe I will actually have some fun.”

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Christie Myers:

Christie’s theme song blasted over the speakers in a violent symphony of wails and cries! The lyrics of the song spoke of cruel violence and betrayal, something many in the audience would agree fit the Grave Keeper’s twisted personality. As she stepped into view, a wave of hateful comments and jeers were sent her way. Christie had built herself a sizable hatedom thanks to her violent fights and jagged personality. Every person she looked at suddenly went silent, knowing full well that she was semi-famous for attacking audience members.

The music played over the audience's rage while she walked down the ramp. She carried a flat head shovel over her shoulder, and a menacing look in her eye. The girl in the ring looked as green as she was, the bitch jumping around and pandering to the surrounding audience. Just looking at her pissed Christie off.

Hopping inside the ring, Christie didn’t hesitate to walk right up to Samantha, a vile smile ripping across her face.

“Piercings look cute, don’t they?” Christie asked, gesturing towards Samantha’s nose piercing and lip ring, “Hope you're ready, little girl. I’m gonna enjoy ripping those things out one at a time. I’m gonna make your life in here a living hell.”

Samanta lets her opponent make her entrance to the ring, warming up in her corner while waiting; The wrestler in blue starts to roll her shoulders more,bouncing on her toes while the music of her opponent keeps playing in the background,focusing on Christie's appearance.
But without even finishing up her entrance, the other girl already approaches Samanta,threatening her with her finger pointed at the nose and lips, referring to the piercings,and something about ripping them off.

"huh...I see, indeed they look cute." Samanta grins back,pushing her chest forward against Christie while murming in a challenging way pointing her finger toward her face"you have to hit me in first place, if you manage to of course ."


the ref doesn t waste time either,and immediatelt puts her arms between the two girlsforcing them to take some distances before the match.

"don t worry,if you want I will give you the number of the tattoo artist who put them on me." Samanta says still grinning,teasing a bit more her cocky opponent.

“Heh! Tough talk for a small fry!” Christie growled as Samanta pressed her chest against the Grave Keeper. Naturally, the shovel wielding woman didn’t budge an inch, and instead continued with the staredown she was having with the rookie of the night. She didn’t shy away, at the very least. That was something Christie could count in her favor.

Before anything truly nasty could be said, the referee jumped in between them and separated the two fighters. Christie actually smacked the referee as she touched her, letting the woman stumble backwards a bit before giving her a nasty glare.

“Sorry...My hand slipped.”

With that outburst out of the way, Christie walked back to her corner. She tossed the shovel she carried out of the ring and turned her attention towards the rookie. It was clear as day that Samanta did little to shake up her competition. Christie simply crossed her arms and leaned into the corner post, waiting for the bell to ring so this shit show could finally get started.

The sooner she wiped Samanta out, the sooner she could get into an actual fight!

"ha...ha...really funny."

She dares to tease the ref too? that's bad for sure- Samanta huffs,clearly not appreciating that kind of fighters,walking backwards and rest on her corner looking at her opponent shoving the shovel she got outside of the ring,rolling her eyes with an annoyed face while waiting for that bell to ring.

As soon as the bell starts,Samanta doesn't waste time, she would wait to circle her opponent and close them into a starting grapple,but not this time,not in this match,and not with this opponent; Samanta after hearing the bells would immediately charge against Christie,trying to don t let her move away from the corner,and dropkick her chest inside the turnbuckle,slamming her soles violently into her body!

Christie didn’t miss the fact that the rookie girl seemed to get upset after she had slapped the referee across the face. It was that way that her  cocky attitude had quickly boiled over into an angry glare, Samanta looking ready to start the fight and teach the mean ol’ Christie a lesson. Christie couldn’t help but smirk in a condescending manner. Did the new girl really think she could play hero? Against Christie?!  This bitch was so naive, it was almost cute! Even now, the way Samanta glared at her made Christie chuckle.

The bell would ring, signaling the start of combat. Christie was interested in how the rookie planned on kicking things off, and before the bell could even finish reverberating, the little lightning rod was darting across the ring towards her. It was a simple, hair-brained scheme that a toddler could come up with.

This was the issue Christie knew plagued this place. These fighters were a bunch of pretenders! Amatures that were better suited for a modeling job than an actual fight! Did Samanta really think that would work? No matter how fast the new girl was, she still had to traverse the entire ring to get to Christie.

And in a fight, even a single second could change victory to certain defeat!

Case in point, Christie watched Samanta as she dashed closer. There wasn’t much time to get a read on her movements, but due to the rookie’s momentum carrying her, she wouldn’t be able to maneuver to sudden movements. Just as she was closing in, Christie dashed to the side and let the newbie fly right past her.

“Moron!” Christie growled with a grin, “You’re out of your league with that type of kiddie shit!”

The Grave Keeper would repay Samanta’s hard work by swinging her foot down on her downed form, looking to get some early brutalizing in!

Samanta jumps and tries a dropkick against her opponent, but she knew that Christie would have plenty of time to do something about it.

When she arrives, the other girl dodges the blow, and Samanta ends up with her legs between the turnbuckle and the ropes; obviously her opponent wouldn't waste time returning the favor.
The girl smirks with her back to the mat, watching Christie's boot approach her face, samanta tries to block the foot with both hands, pulling her leg towards her with the intent to leave her opponent unbalanced and make her unstable, if this happens, Samanta would try to use the ropes as a trampoline for her boots, and push to roll backwards away from thr corner, ending up on her knees and always with the foot in her hands, that eventually would have sent the heel down on the mat after her sudden flip.

what...do you think I am a rookie?

Christie had planned on simply smacking the taste out of the rookie’s mouth and move on to stomp her into paste. Nothing less for the total greenie. In Christie’s twisted mind, Samanta was already beneath her simply because she was already on the floor. If this were a street fight, Christie would only need to have brought along a weapon, and this green horn would have never gotten back up off the floor. It was an amature move to start things off with such a bullish and predictable attack, and Christie didn’t care to spare her foe any punishment.

But rather than inflict the cruel pounding she had intended, Samanta quickly reached around and grabbed the Grave keeper’s foot. Samanta kept a grip around her ankle, yanking Christie just a bit to shake the woman’s sense of balance. With some acrobatics, Christie would find herself spun around, until finally she would topple to the floor, the rookie clinging to her leg like a gremlin would a plane.

The smug smile on the rookie’s lips implied Christie was supposed to be shown up by her. But Christie knew even a rat could escape a predator whose belly was full. A fighter who cared little about her foe was bound to have soft defenses.

With a simple swing, the foot that remained unrestrained came around in an attempt to smack into her jaw. If she wanted to get so close to Christie, then she would indulge in the dangers that come with their intimacy.

With her flip Samanta managed to make her opponent fall down,escaping from a dangerous position, keeping that foot inside her hands; But getting distracted for a second, while talking, Christie simply moves her trapped leg up, and hits Samanta's jaw with her sole. The girl huffs, groaning at the pain,releasing Christie's leg some moments later, but not before stomping down at her thigh, making some steps backwards toward the ropes holding her chin with a palm, growling out.

Samanta knows the only way she can win this fight,is using her opponent's same violence, after all,she can't follow the rules,since in this match there is only only one, beat up your foe. Samanta rubs her chin before looking again toward Christie, approaching for some submission holds would be stupid,she is still fresch, it would be useless.

Like the newbie she was, Samanta didn’t see Christie’s next attack coming. With an audible CLACK, Samanta’s head would be pushed to the side as Christie’s foot pounded her foe’s jaw! Instantly, the newbie’s grip around the Grave Keeper’s leg softened up considerably as the pain stabbed dagger’s into the blue haired girl’s senses! Christie gave her leg a tug, but it seemed that the rookie still had some of her wits, as she quickly stomped on Christie’s thigh. A quick jolt of pain ran up her leg, and a dull ache throbbed in her femur, but she managed to make a hasty retreat and get back on her feet.

“C’mon, Rookie! Slow on your feet and weak as shit in the sun, so far you aren’t doing much to impress anyone here! So come on! Do something about it you little skank!”

The Crypt Keeper’s snide smile was inflammatory as she egged on Samanta, going so far as to put one of her hands on her hips as she flipped the newbie a middle finger.

“You won’t survive this match, you wannabe! So you might as well enjoy your spot in the limelight, because I’m about to stomp it out with the rest of you!”

No sooner were those barbed words unleashed than Christie began to approach. A malicious and malevolent expression plastered on her face as she cracked her knuckles in anticipation for the horrors she would bestow upon Samanta’s thin frame!

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