Lucy Grange vs Dmitri - Pick Yourself Up

"2...!"

He could already feel the life stirring in her little body - she still had the energy to fight and fight for a while. It was kind of admirable - if the roles had been reversed, he wasn't sure he could manage it. Her resolve was truly something else.

Sure enough, she kicked out and the audience gave their applause - the match was still going strong. Dmitri sighed and started to pull her up by the head, yanking her in for a tight headlock as they rose. He wasn't a wrestling master by any definition, but the standard way of fighting clearly wasn't doing him any favors - time to mix things up a bit.

Lucy let out another grunt of pain as Dmitri placed her into a headlock, one eye shut and the other narrowed. This wasn't looking good for the young woman from the UK, she knew that Dmitri wasn't gonna give up till she stayed down. But he'd have to do that cause otherwise she'd keep at him.

"I'm gonna...." Lucy said, but her words were lost as she felt the pressure on her neck from the headlock. She knew that bullshitting Dmitri was only gonna make it worse so she kept quiet, that was a rare thing for her to be honest.

However although her head was constrained, the rest of her body wasn't. So she knew she could attempt a counter, else what else could she do?

So with that in mind Mr Grange's baby girl would do, using her free left arm to punch Dmitri's ribs while trying to kick his leg in the back of the kneecap. She knew she had to get herself free or else the pressure would only make her weaker.

Keep it tight...but not too tight. Pull her up...but don't yank. Drop her...but don't hammer her into the ground. Dmitri was seriously starting to wonder how so many wrestlers avoided getting serious injuries or dishing them out on a constant basis. It seemed like half of his energy was spent just trying NOT to bulldoze the poor girl.

Then again, most wrestling federations didn't routinely feature male on female fights. Maybe there was a reason for that.

His initial plan was to put her into a DDT - easy wrestling move, even he could do it. Her near-limitless well of energy seemed to have a lot more to go, though, as she punched him in the ribs - it didn't hurt all that much, but combined with the kick on the crux of his knee, it was enough to make him let go and push him.

He hopped back, beating a little retreat, and giving her a swift snap kick in the stomach as he went - nothing major, just some incentive to make her back off and stay in his effective range.

Lucy was fighting tooth and nail as best she could, that's what her old man taught her to do after all. She was a right Daddy's girl. But thankfully it paid off here as Dmitri was letting her go, but he still have her a little parting gift of course.

"Ngh!" Lucy said as she got it in the gut with a small amount of pain, she reckoned it was for a method of taunting than anything else. But Mr Grange's baby girl wasn't going to take that lying down, no way jose.

Going after Dmitri with a brief run to get to him Lucy would go for another attack, she hoped to try and impale him in the gut with a short range spear. Knocking him down to the mat with reckless abandon.

Dmitri was starting to suspect that something wasn't quite right with this girl's head. There was a fine line between determined and possessed, and she was starting to lean more to the latter.

The snap kick didn't hurt her much, but it wasn't meant to; just a deterrent to make her give him some space. And it clearly didn't work, because Lucy's next move was to spear him right in the gut. Rather bold, really.

The sheer surprise of it was enough to bring him down with her on top of him - not the most comfortable position, but if he was going to get anywhere in this company, he would have to get used to it. Bringing his legs up, he tried to wrap them around her waist and give it a good squeeze.

Lucy let out another sharp yelp of pain, it seemed like for every move she did she only hurt herself more. Heck this was the most punishment she ever took in a match thus far, and truth be told she could feel herself getting to her limit. Not that she was going to reveal it of course.

Then Dmitri began to put the squeeze on her waist, and that was starting to hurt like fuck as well. It seemed to be getting worse for her, a voice in the back of her mind told her that maybe tonight just wasn't her night. But Mr Grange's baby girl would silence it, she still had to try at least. At least she'd be able to look at herself in the mirror.

So although the pressure was being put on her waist Lucy would try to make the best of it and attack Dmitri again, by throwing several fists at his head and upper chest. Sure striking with her hands wasn't her forte, in fact it was far from it. But all the same she had to keep going, at the very least she'd give him a few marks to remember this match by. But she didn't know how long she could hold on for.

He could hear some giggling from the Peanut Gallery out in the audience - it was sort of expected. After all, as manly moves go, a leg scissors wasn't exactly high of the list - typically, this was the sort of move you saw a woman using, often in some kind of male-on-female wrestling porno.

But his power was in his legs, so this was an effective move - in theory. It sure seemed to have Lucy in a panic as it crushed dow on what little waist she had, but she sure wasn't going down with that alone - no, she was swinging allthe way.

Dmitri covered up his face and chest and let her wail on it - she didn't have too much power in those fists, and she was probably just exacerbating the scissor's crush. The longer the fight went on, the more she would need her precious reserves - even someone like her had to run out, eventually. For now, he'd just weather the storm and wait for the sun to come out.

Lucy was panicking here, it was looking more and more like it was game over for her. But the Daddy's girl's mind would say no I want to keep fighting her body was starting to call it quits. The pressure was starting to get to the girl, on her waist and mentally too.

The young woman could look at in one of two ways, either she keep fighting and get her body destroyed. Or quit now and listen to her old man rant, which one was more preferable? Heck she'd rather be listening to her old man at this point, and besides this guy was just too good in her mind. So Lucy went and....

"Alright, alright! Fuck I quit! You got me!" Lucy said with gritted teeth as the pain got to her nerves again, she decided to take a page out her Brothers book and fold em.

Dmitri immediately let go off the hold, almost before the word 'quit' had even left her mouth, not wanting to hurt her even a second longer than he had to. Scissoring a little girl into a submission was a bad enough look as it was, without torturing her over it.

"Sorry about that." He moved back, scooting on his back and sitting up with a sigh of relief. One win down. Hardly a streak, but it was a good start, if nothing else. He started to stand up, offering his hand to help her do the same. "That was a good fight, you really hung in there. Who did you say taught you?"

Lucy gave a sigh and rolled away from Dmitri, her waist still hurting from her match. She got to her knees and looked at Dmitri, one hand on her belly as she did so. "My old man's the one who taught me, he's a bit of a wacko he is. I mean he owns a real tiger!" she said, her Father could have a youtube series done about him.

She then rolled out the ring and said to Dmitri "I gotta go, if I hang around here too long chances are my old man will let me have it. So I'm going to be laying low for a while, bye!" with that she leaped over the crowd barrier and made her way out the arena. She didn't win but hey, at least Dmitri wasn't one of them arrogant kung fu guys in those movies she watched. So she was fine with it after all if her Brother was all about sportsmanship then maybe she could try it too.