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

Lucy was like a mosquito, always annoying and never staying still long enough to be swatted down. Before Gail got a chance to stomp Lucy in, the self-claimed grandmaster was on her feet and running away! "Come back here, bitch!" She shouted... immediately regretting what she said when the girl flew off the ropes, jumping and wrapping her legs around her neck, the hurricarana flipping her over, floored onto the cold surface!

"Guh, f-fucking...!" She couldn't stay down here for long, the cold was seeping in! Gail pushed herself up, but in doing so, she was giving Lucy all the time in the world to do as she wanted.

That was true, Gail certainly was regretting her choice of words. Because Lucy flew like a ninja and flung her like a ragdoll, Ms Grange grunted out as she went on her belly. It was cold, and the more she stayed on the ground the worse it would get. The same deal was going for Gail.

Ms Grange got herself up as well, and looked out the ring. And then back at Gail.
Lucy would scramble outside the ring, and move to the nearest present.
"C'mon, be something useful...." Britain's baby girl would tear open the paper and open the box only to find.....

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"Really?! Foam? Ah well." Lucy muttered as she looked it over, getting on the ring apron.

"There's a creeper on the roof, la la la la." Lucy sang out while waving her present at Gail.

Gail got onto her feet, suppressing a laugh when she saw Lucy wielding that Minecraft toy. "Ssss..." She played along, forgetting herself for the moment. She ran, aiming to drive her elbow into Lucy's gut and force her back outside. If she did, it'd keep the annoying little blonde out in the cold long enough for Gail to find something of her own in one of the neatly wrapped boxes, probably something a little more useful than a piece of foam.

Lucy was about to move back in the ring, and fling the sword at Gail. Preferably in that noggin of hers, but she got cut off by Ms Hatzis hitting her right in the gut with an elbow.

"Youch!" Lucy yelped out, like a squeaky toy that was stepped on. She fell off balance and landed on the grass, Ms Grange was sure thankful it wasn't muddy. Otherwise her outfit would be ruined for sure, didn't want that happening if she could help it.

But either way it was cold and hard and the British waifu winced hard as she landed on her back, letting go of the toy sword. Lucy would take a deep breath and then begin to get back to a standing position, but Gail would have time to get a gift open before she got back up.

Gail got out of the ring, across Lucy, picking up her first giftbox, hastily tearing it off and revealing...

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"Tch! Damn, what kinda crappy dollarstore knock-off is this?" Well, it was a step up from foam at least. It seemed so flimsy that one good whack would break it. Climbing back into the ring with her new "weapon", the Canadian first chucked the ball at Lucy's face, mostly to distract her as she closed in on the British girl.

Lucy had gotten back up, Gail had taken her by surprise with that move. Ms Grange would give her that, but the cold earth only hurt a little. Her old man taught her that when you fall get back up, and if you can't then only then can you call it quits.

"Bloody hell." Lucy muttered out, she saw Gail enter back into the ring. And with the ball and bat it didn't take long for Ms Grange to put two and two together.

"Woah!" the British girl yelped out, tilting her body to the left so that the ball passed harmlessly away from her.

Of course that still left the matter of the bat, Lucy's perception told her that it wasn't a proper one. Ms Grange didn't like the situation, Gail had the high ground and a better weapon. Taking a risk Lucy would attempt to climb up to the apron and toss her minecraft sword at Gail's head to try and stun her, hopefully allowing herself time to get back into the ring.

"Tch!" Well, she was hardly expecting the ball to hit anyways. Lucy's own, very inefficient "weapon" came flying at Gail, which she swatted away with a smirk, but even that was enough time for the annoying Lucy to clamber back in.

Still, she had the advantage here, running ahead, bat in hand, Gail swung it as soon as she felt that it could reach, but knowing how slippery the young Grange was, she had no idea if it was going to land.

Lucy was being attacked here, Gail moving in for the kill. Ms Grange knew the odds didn't look good at this point, if her Brother was the one fighting he'd just tank the hit as best he could and then counter.

But Britain's baby girl didn't have that chest made of diamond, no she had a figure that brought all the boys to the yard. So she was going to have to find a workaround, and that she would. Or at least try at any rate.

When Gail came in for the swing attack Lucy would try her best to dodge it, and then grab onto the bat with both hands at the end of it. In an attempt to try and pry it out of Gail's grasp, it wasn't flashy or exciting. But getting that away from Ms Hatzis was Lucy's main priority at this point.

There was almost audible *whoosh* when Gail swung into empty air, but when she tried to get a second attack with the backswing, the baseball bat was unexpectedly stuck. "Hey! This is mine, bitch!" It was odd for someone to want something as shoddy as this particular baseball bat, but here Gail was, tugging for it like it was a valued heirloom.

She refused to let go of the bat, occupying both her hands, but her legs were free. So once again, Gail would kick at Lucy, although balancing on the one leg would be no easy task with her hands were stuck in this position.

"Yeah? Well I don't see your name on it!" Lucy snapped in response to Gail's words as they engaged in a tug of war, now she was really hoping her old man wasn't watching this. He expected her to be a proper wrestler, not dressed in a Santa elf costume fighting to stick another girl in a tub of egg nog. But fuck it, it was the holiday season after all.

Ms Grange expected Gail to go for a kick, understandable considering their current situation. Whoever got the next move to be a success would have the odds tilt in their favour, and Lucy was a bit of a betting girl.

So once Gail fired out her kick Lucy would try and move her body away, in the hopes of avoiding it. If Ms Grange managed to succeed then she'd release her grip on the bat, and then move her legs forward while tilting her body to one side. To try and drop toe hold Gail into the ropes she just got past.