Cyber Saturday 2023 - Christie Myers vs. Abigail Le Grande

Match type: Steel Cage
Victory conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout.
Special conditions: No Disqualification. Steel cage surrounding entire wrestling ring.

It had been awhile since Christie got the chance to stretch her legs and break someone else's. When she got the invitation for this Cyber Saturday event she thought it was a joke. Another one of the AFW’s pathetic attempts to woo pathetic losers into spending money to watch slutty bimbos fake fight with each other. It was a waste of time, something that Christie wouldn’t be caught dead doing under normal circumstances. But tonight's event was something special. Tonight, the stupid little nerds got to vote on just how the Gravekeeper would meet her opponent, and unlike their usual bullshit all of the options were harsh and brutal! Street fight, hardcore, or cage! It didn’t matter what it was. The Grave Keeper was going to be able to do what she did best, and take her time doing so.

Walking down the ramp, a harsh mixture of cheers and booing rumbled from the audience like a hailstorm of adulation and hate. While Christie hadn’t been in the ring for a while, she still was infamous for how she humiliated her past opponents and even went toe to toe with the biggest powerhouse heel, Styx herself. Seeing her here now was bound to bring up some harsh memories for some in the crowd, but no one had the guts to jeer her when her snake eyes rolled over them. She was lugging a flat head shovel over her shoulder, and seemed to ignore everyone aside from a few annoyances peppered throughout the audience. Just a simple glare was enough to quiet most, everyone knowing what she was capable of when her patience wore thin.

The giant cage that hung over the arena was like a foreboding threat. A spider, ready to encase its prey in its web of pain and despair. Christie hadn’t looked to see which result had won, only learning about the match type just before sauntering out of her locker room. A cage match with no rules and simple victory conditions. This was the best Christie could ask for, coming from the pervs that ran the place.

Climbing into the ring, Christie would plant her shovel into the floor! If this was a no rules match, then a foreign object shouldn’t matter. Not that Christie would need it. She had no clue who her opponent was for the night, but Christie hoped she could fight. Beating on another pretty face was getting boring, and after facing off against Styx, Christie was hungry for a rough and aggressive bare knuckle brawl!

Abigail could feel her foot bouncing against the locker room floor. A nervous twitch she’s had ever since she was a child and one that she could never really get rid of. Not that she was really trying however, considering she could also feel her heart threatening to burst out of her chest with how much it was hammering inside of her. She tried to take a slow and calming breath in hopes of getting her mind to still. Yet the second she felt that she had made any progress, the door would be hammered by the official outside. Making the red tipped Huntress nearly jump out of her seat!

“Looks like it’s time. You can do this Abby.” she whispered to herself as she proceeded to leave the locker room and make her way to the gorilla position. Her mind going back to what was about to happen tonight. It was going to be her first PPV match ever! Which in regular cases would have had her so excited that she could have jumped to the moon! If it wasn’t for the fact that it was fan voted… and that her opponent was an infamous street fighter… and that the match was an anything goes steel cage match…

Spoiler:

But Abby refused to let herself look scared in front of the crowd! Slapped her face to get herself in the game, she would burst from the curtain at the sound of her theme music! The crowd sending wave after wave of cheers as the red tipped huntress made her way to the ring with a smile on her face! Making her way to the ring, Abby would wave as she looked up at the looming structure that she was soon going to be trapped in. Her heart once more beginning to pound in her chest.

But she refused to let her fear show! (Or. At least she hoped she did). As she then climbed inside and came face to face with her opponent. The infamous Christie Myers. Almost immediately the huntress noticed the shovel that was in the ring as well. “Um. I don’t think we were allowed to bring wea-.“ She said, only to be suddenly cut off as the cage finally lowered to the ring! Officials running from all sides to make sure the steel structure was fully locked in! Abby’s eyes flashed with panic as she looked around. Finally realizing that she was now fully locked in with Christie!

The Grave Keeper clicked her tongue as her opponent, Abigail Le Grande, stepped into view from behind the curtains and began waving and smiling at the crowd. Christie didn’t care that the loud losers that paid to sit in the audience all showered Abigail with praise and admiration, some going so far as to tell the young woman to beat Christie’s butt. No, what bothered her was just how green her opponent looked. Everything about her, from her walk, her gestures, even the way she was subtly eyeing the steel cage that hovered above the ring like it was a big spider on the wall. Abigail was nervous about being trapped, and as much as she tried to hide it, Christie caught her quick glances up at the hovering walls of steel. The Sadistic Succubus had fought in grungier places, worse cells and environments. A simple cage with no barbed wire was almost as normal to her as a normal arena was to these wannabe fighters.

Seeing Abigail up close didn’t help. The girl had some definition on her arms and abs, but lacked the proper look in her eye. She didn’t even seem capable of looking at Christie and her serpent gaze, apparently starting things off by commenting on the flathead shovel Christie had brought along with her. Thankfully, Abigail didn’t even finish her observation before the cage fell down around the ring, sealing the two inside until the fight was over. But Abigail made the mistake of dropping her poker face…

Abigail wasn’t just nervous…she was scared.

As official AFW staff came running in to lock down each and every wall of the cage, Abigail seemed to finally realize just what was going on. Her eyes darted in every direction, watching each official lock up and finish their work, leaving her alone with Christie. The Grave Keeper simply watched her opponent, slipping behind her to whisper in her ear to help hit her with the truth of the matter.

“This is a no disqualification match, little girl.” The succubus whispered, “Which means I can do whatever I want with you. That shovel over there? It isn’t here to be used as a weapon. The officials are just going to need it to deal with what's left of you.”

Christie’s tone held no malice, no sadistic glee. She whispered in a casual tone, like she commented about the room being warm. This wasn’t a threat, but a promise. One that Christie’s snake eyed gaze seemed keen on fulfilling as the two women shared a momentary glance with one another.

“Try not to piss your pants in your first TV gig, alright?”

Normally, Christie would have started the fight then and there. The Malevolent Marauder would have thrown a sucker punch to get things started…but she wanted Abigail to stew. To see Christie coming. It seemed that the Grave Keeper would be toying with her foe, as she tossed her raven hair over her shoulder and leaned back in her corner of the cage.

It was only when the official at ringside finished locking the cage with an echoing click (at least, it echoed for her). Did Abigail fully understand the situation she was in. She’s watched plenty of Cage Matches and the carnage that can happen inside, who hasn’t! But the feeling of watching from the outside and being locked in yourself are two very different things. And the red tipped huntress was only now beginning to truly realize her predicament.

She was now locked what could only be described as a large cell with a mat and ropes only a few inches away from the steel walls. Most cage matches had the rule where one simply had to escape to win. And when she looked up she saw the case to be true. Yet the walls were so high that Abigail could actually feel her stomach turn at just the thought of climbing up so high without any form of safety net was terrifying to her.

She could climb, but all it would take is but a simple push and suddenly she would be falling who knows what the official height of the cage down onto the floor! She had to shake her head to dash away such thoughts and would instead try to breath in deep and focus on the now. She simply needed to beat her opponent the usual way and she would be set free no problem! No need to climb the cage at all hehe!

Yet when Abby refocused her eyes and looked at where she had saw her opponent before. She would blink at the sight of there being no one. Then she froze, the feeling of a presence stalking behind her making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Warm breath tickling her ear as a voice cold as ice whispered in. Answering the huntress’s earlier question about the shovel, yet not in the way she was expecting.

Instead her opponent (Christie if she remembered right) simply implied what she planned to do to her now that they were locked together. And while she didn’t go too much into detail, it was enough to set Abby’s imagination firing on all cylinders. And that was enough to make her jump away! Twisting her body to face the grave keeper completely!

Yet by then Christie had already stepped back against her corner. Almost as if she was lounging against a couch than a turnbuckle. Her easygoing smile doing the opposite of calming the huntress’s nerves.

“Mmmm. D-dream on! If anyone’s going to be walking out of here on their own two feet, it’s going to be me!” Abby countered. Yet any intimidation factor she hoped to gain was diminished slightly at the nervous stutter she made. Still. She raised her fists and tensed herself as a familiar sound rung across the arena.

DING!!!

The huntress of the arena Abigail was a squirrely one. Christie had never heard of her before this match, but it looked like she was just a simple kid in over her head. The way she looked around the cage, stuttered and mumbled when she spoke, and all but shook in her boots told the Grave Keeper that poor little Abby was probably going to be killed tonight. That thought made Christie chuckle under her breath, watching her opponent raise her fists and try to talk tough to the woman that had faced down WAR by herself. Normally a brat like this for an opponent would just be a waste of Christie’s time in her eyes, but the Grave Keeper seemed to be excited in being the one to welcome Abigail to the dirty, ruthless world of cage real fighting. Christie’s serpent eyes subtly flicked towards the audience members who were almost all cheering for the young huntress. All of them thought that Abigail was the cute underdog who could prevail against the experienced villain. Breaking that illusion to bits would be all the reward Christie could want.

DING!

The crowd's cheering intensified! As though their words of encouragement would fuel Abigail’s victory in the cage! But cheering for someone who was locked up against someone else would do very little in reality. It might comfort Abigail, but it also puts pressure on her. Pressure to perform, to win, to amaze. Christie simply pushed off of her corner post and began to approach Abigail with all the urgency of a casual stroll. The Grave Keeper was approaching Abigail the way a snake might slither towards its meal. A ticking clock for the huntress that reminded her of her dwindling safety with every foot step.

When Christie got close enough, she would strike out! Her hand turned into a fist with all of the power of a sledge hammer as it rocketed towards Abigail with absolutely no mercy! The match only just started, but Christie was making a point by going in fast and hard right off the bat! As though she was looking to knock Abigail’s lights out right at the very start!

Abby’s heart was slamming in her chest at a million miles a minute. Her stomach twisted into knots and she had to fight her arms to keep them from trembling as her eyes remained both determined and valiantly defiant against the woman in front of her. A woman that clearly thought of the huntress as nothing more than a cute little lamb sent to slaughter. But the red tipped rookie was all too willing to wipe that smirk off of her opponents face as she stared Christie down. Some in the crowd even cheering the rookie on as the match finally began!

Abigail watched as Christie casually stepped out of her corner and stroller her way towards her. Not a single clue of a fighting stance in sight as the raven haired woman made her way towards her without a single thought of being in danger. And all Abby could do was grit her teeth as she thought of what to do first. Maybe start things off with a kick to Christie’s abdomen or leg to set her off balance. Or maybe-

“Ahh!!”

It was a gasp that Abby was barely even able to let out as she swerved her head to the side and just barely managed to dodge the punch aimed right for her face! The strike so powerful that Abby could feel her hair brush and blow by the sheer wind of it! Her eyes were wide and her pupils shrunk as she realized the true danger of her opponent. And she desperately wanted to push her back!

So with a shout! Abby would counter by shooting her leg up and swinging it to the side until it would slam directly into Christie’s belly with a fierce kick!

“YAHH!”

The Grave keeper's disdain for her opponent was clear as day in her actions and the expression on her face. She approached Abigail casually only to launch a sudden strike to try and ruin the young fighter with a single blow. Had the huntress been as unskilled as Christie thought, then that might have been the end of the fight and the start of something far more brutal. But to Christie’s amusement, Abigail would prove herself capable. The blow that was meant to send a debilitating shock through the huntress’s head missed its mark and touched nothing but the fleeing strands of Abigail’s short hair. In return the crimson huntress would try to dissuade Christie from pushing her attack any further by quickly lashing out with a sudden kick!

Abigail’s kick was quick, with Christie’s snake eyes catching the huntress’s attack too late. With a dull thunk, Abigail’s leg would strike the side of Christie’s abdomen! The sadistic succubus would wince, a small hint of surprise on her face. Christie must not have thought Abigail could hit that hard, but the Grave Keeper’s endurance to pain made itself abundantly clear. Before Abigail had time to celebrate proving Christie wrong, the merciless marauder’s free arm would suddenly lash out like a live snake and wrap itself around her leg! Now, the Huntress was trapped, her leg hooked against the abdomen it had just struck. Christie’ smile flashed like a descending blade of a guillotine as the fist that had rushed past Abigail’s head returned with a vengeance and snatched a hold of the young woman’s throat!

If everything continued to go poorly for Abigail, then she would be helpless to stop Christie from pushing her into the steel cage walls! The impact of which would ring out towards the Huntress’s crowd of supporters! The Grave Keeper’s tight grip and chilly fingers gripped her opponent’s legs and throat with no care at all for the person she held. Abby’s fans would call out to her, but the world would be swallowed away as Christie stared into her foe’s eyes, as though invading Abigail’s thoughts just by eye contact alone.