AV 14 Lucy Grange Vs. Gail Hatzis: When Santa's Away, the Elves Will Play Match

Preceded by: Swiss Miss Strip Match for the Hentai Title
Followed by: Natalia the Dream Vs. Fallon Terrazas: Iron Tummy Ski Bunnies Match

Gail Hatzis


Vs.

Lucy Grange

Match Type: Santa's Little Helper Match
Winning Condition: First one to force her opponent into the vat of eggnog will be declared the winner.
Special Stipulations: Each girl will be dressed in a Santa's Elf costume. The fight will take place at an outdoor ring with a large kid's pool sized tub of eggnog nearby. Scattered around ring will be presents and the presents and their contents can be used legally. No no count outs or rope breaks but disqualifications will be issued normally outside of the stated exceptions.

After starting with a dip in chocolate, it's time for everyone's favorite holiday drink: eggnog! While Santa checks his list twice, the mischievous elves decide to throw a party and after a long night of revelry and too much 'nog, they begin to quarrel over whether or not to give the Christmas toys one last test drive!

Lucy was feeling the chill, a mug of hot chocolate near her lips as she waited near the place where the match was to go down. This was the first time she'd been to Switzerland, and she had taken the time out to explore the town with her Brother. It was quite intriguing to say the least, they even got yodelling lessons. Didn't get that when they went to France, and not when they were going on the indy circuit in Asia.

This match was going to be interesting, and fun! Lucy looked herself over, the elf attire was required after all. And boy did she feel like an elf, and she smelled like a fresh xmas tree to boot!

Lucy was hoping her old man wasn't watching, probably wouldn't approve of the whole elf girl and egg nog stuff. But hey, Lucy embraced the crazy stuff that the AFW threw out. And when would she ever get another match like this again? All the more reason then, she fiddled with her necklace. A wee choker with a bell attached to it, Lucy stuck it on to enhance her cuteness.

Spoiler:

Looking at it wasn't too bad, felt a bit like Lucy's normal ring attire. Just a bit more xma-sy was all, and then there was the person that Ms Grange would be going up against. Ms Hatzis.

Although Gail would most likely react with anger, Lucy felt a smile creep up on her face. The kind she got when trolling her Brother, after a long absence it was going to be fun. Reigniting the rivalry, getting back onto form. Forget the disaster that was Summer Splash, and be the nice little elf! Seemed simple enough.

A large crowd had gathered, it was like a mini version of the arena not too far from where Lucy was. She was thankful it had stopped snowing on this dark night, Ms Grange downed the last of her hot chocolate. Courage for the match, and doing her best to block out the shivers Lucy made her way to the entrance ramp.

Orange mist enshrouded the ramp, and from the speakers blared out Lucy's new theme song Love, fury, passion, energy. Once the lyrics hit out came the British waifu, the large crowd responding positively to Lucy.

Ms Grange did high fives to the audience, even taking a selfie with a young guy her age. Lucy walked over to the large tub of egg nog, and decided to help herself to a couple of sips for the sake of it. Tasted better than the swell her maid created at least.

With that Lucy entered the ring, leaping up to the nearest turnbuckle as the song from boy hits car played. After which the baby girl of Britain would await her old rival, for when they were around sparks were sure to fly!

Well, here she went again. Admittedly, Switzerland was a nice place, probably one of the best countries in the world, but right now, it seemed like the most idiotic place anywhere. And the reason was threefold: eggnog, elf costumes and Lucy. Especially Lucy.

The costume was actually pretty cute looking, and if Gail wasn't thinking about what happened back in the summer, she might have even been able to stand the idea of wrestling out there for the crowds in the cold. Probably not though.

With half a mind to just ditch the match altogether, only the thought of finally beating down that annoying blond girl kept her getting out onto the makeshift "ramp" to a small purple pyrotechnics display, her theme blaring out. Already, Gail could feel herself getting goosebumps from the ridiculous temperature.

She came in a lot less energetic than Lucy, and the audience reaction to the entrance was likewise subdued. Well, except for the ones holding up oversized posters of her. Not just any posters though, they were posters of Gail's body tied up in her underwear, courtesy of Cally from Summer Splash. They certainly hadn't forgotten it.

Just barely resisting the urge to throw one of the giftboxes at one of her "fans", Gail walked right by the eggnog, stepping into the ring with a less-than-pleased expression, shivering slightly. "Ready to get dunked b-bitch?!"

Lucy rubbed her open skin with both arms, although she wasn't as cold considering she had consumed a mug of hot chocolate before getting underway. She kept crouched down, trying to conserve her body temperature. The sooner the match got underway and they started moving the better.

When Gail entered the ring, Lucy stood up and smiled. She then leaned back in the corner, doing her best to ignore the fact that the cold metal was even colder than usual. A bemused smirk on the face of the British waifu.

"A-Ah, well it's good to see you too G-Gally. Looking good if I do say so myself, b-but hey. This is the battle between the nice elf and the naughty elf, we didn't get to do anything like this last year. Ready for some early season festivities? I tasted the egg nog myself, I'm sure you'll find it to your liking." Lucy grinned at the last line, truth be told she didn't really care if she won or lost this one. This was more like a chance to go wild and have fun, something new.

Ms Grange would get herself ready for the upcoming bell ringing, tossing her hat out the ring. It was just going to get in the way. Lucy could hardly wait for the match to begin.

Lucy certainly looked like was enjoying herself in the cold about as much as Gail. "Hmmph... I'll take y-your word for it... AFTER you take a swim in it." It was hard to act like her usual confident self, dressed in the skimpy elfwear outdoors in the Swiss winter, her teeth already clattering slightly. Taking off her own silly hat and kicking it into the eggnog pool, Gail readied herself for what would almost certainly be a match with many MANY close lock-ups to conserve what little body temperature... with Lucy.

*DING!!*

Gail took a step forward, arms extended defensively, being a little more cautious than she usually was, who knew what crazy stuff Lucy would try in a crazy match like this?

The bell rung and the match was now under way at this point, Lucy was ready. This was going to be exciting, if she wasn't already shivering she'd be trembling in excitement. This was a like a dream match, not that Gail was a worthy opponent, but rather the huge amount of fun that she could get. What was in those boxes?

Lucy was hoping it wasn't any dildos, but a baseball bat version would be acceptable. The one from Saints Row. But anyway, Ms Grange needed to get down to business. And so she would.

Seeing as how Gail had her arms already out in the open, Lucy would quickly move forward. She was going to start simple here, with a spinning kick into Gail's gut. Yes, start simple and then move on to the crazy stuff later. Lucy would see how Ms Hatzis would handle this move and then wing it from there.

The whole giftbox gimmick - on top of all the others - might have been interesting... if it wasn't so goddamn cold! Maybe she'd find a jacket in one of them before she left the ring, but knowing how the wonderfully perverted minds at the AFW worked... Well, there had to be at least something normal in one of those boxes, right?

No time to think on that, Lucy was coming in fast, sending her boot into her gut, doubling her over. "UUgh!" She clutched her chest, backing up a step, before coming back up and retaliating with a kick of her own, aimed at Lucy's legs.

Lucy connected with her kick, driving right into the mark which was Gail's tummy. Ms Grange shouted out with "First hit's mine!" Lucy was hoping to work her opponent over a little before going into the presents, they could either have useful stuff in them or not. And the British waifu wasn't wanting to leave it to chance if she could help it, high flying moves had enough risk in them.

When Britain's baby girl moved onwards to try and continue the offence, Lucy got caught off guard with a kick at the legs. "Ow!" Lucy sharply yelped out, like someone who got their hand swatted away from the fresh cookies.

Not wanting to lose the exchange Lucy would attempt to grab Gail's arm and fling her towards the ropes, as Ms Hatzis bounced off the British waifu would hope to floor her with an elbow strike to the chest. It wasn't flashy, but the match had just begun.

Lucy wouldn't go down so easily, and the proof for it came immediately, the Canadian brunette suddenly found herself whipped into the ropes, bouncing them off painfully, as the blonde closed in! She guarded as best as she could, but the elbow still caught her hard, taking her down into the ice-cold mats. "Gaaghh!" Gail grabbed the ropes, pulling herself back to her feet, rushing ahead and trying to smash her forearm into Lucy's... well, anywhere would do just fine!

Lucy had connected with her elbow, and was planning to attempt some more offense. But Gail recovered as she moved forward, and Ms Grange ended up taking the attack head on.

"Gifen!" Lucy shouted out as her neck took the hit and she landed back first on the mat, it was certainly quite chilly on the floor. The Brit knew this wasn't good, Gail had the height while Lucy was down there.

"Ngh, you've gotten better grasshopper. Still can't compare to the grandmaster though." Lucy muttered, she grabbed the ropes also to get back to her feet. It was best to stay moving as much as possible, so with that in mind Lucy would sprint past Gail and to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Leaping off of them the friction representative of the United Kingdom Elite would hope to wrap her legs around Gail's neck with a hurricarana.