Lucy Grange vs Bryan Daniels.

Standard match won via pinfall or submission.

Lucy Grange got herself ready in the back, in a locker room. The girl hadn't been seen since her match at summer splash, where she had injured herself rather badly and was thus out of action for several months due to a broken rib. After that Lucy kept to herself in private, nursing her wound and training with her Brother. After God knows how long Lucy was at last getting a match, Britain's baby girl wasn't going to lie.

A part of her was worried, part of it due to the injury she had. It was the first time she had busted a rib, fingers sure. The indy circuit was like that for her and her Brother Ryan, heck he dislocated a shoulder following a botched dive between the ropes once. But that rib could have punctured something, and....no the less Lucy thought about that then the better.

Ms Grange was fine more or less now, ready to compete once again. Her Brother kept her busy with training, although still the niggling seed of doubt lurked....Lucy shook her head and checked herself over once more in the mirror.



Lucy was thinking she probably should have gone with her Brother to this, but he was busy doing something else. Looking up a lead for his Girlfriend's missing Brother, no doubt using favours curried from his friends across the world. Rich people are like that.

She mused this as she walked towards the entrance ramp, taking one last chance to check her hair was okay. Lucy wasn't actually blonde, but she preferred it that way. The lights in the arena went off, and then the hauntingly beautiful song. Isolated by Chiasm began to play, with an orange mist emanating from the ramp.

Lucy sauntered once the lyrics "Until I'm free.", and it was clear from the crowd's reaction that they hadn't forgotten the darling girl of Britain. A small smile was on Lucy's face as she made her way into the ring.

Just to show that Lucy was more or less just as fit as she was since the last time she was in the ring, she bounced off the ropes and into a cartwheel. After which she performed a perfectly well done backflip and gave a flourish with her hands, moving to the turnbuckle and sitting atop it with her legs crossed.

*Limberlimberlimber…gotta loosen up, Eye Of The Tiger, baby, Eye Of The Tiger...* Backstage and bobbing left and right on his wrestling kicks, Bryan did his best to mentally psyche himself up for his upcoming big time debut into the prestigious world of athletic competition through intergender wrestling…at least that was the sales pitch his agent tossed him when he got him signed up for this cockamamie project.

Sounded like a sweet deal at the time, a gig that pays through the nose and gets his name out there as more than just a pretty face. Even if that damn handsome mug of his got him this far in the game, B-Ry had eyes on bigger pies. Expansion, name branding, scandalous TMZ reports…Bryan was ready to let his showmanship do the talking and get his acting career a kick in the pants, whether it be through quick tv spots or commercials about how therapeutic is to drive a Lincoln town car. And all he needed to do was flip and toss some ladies around and look good doing it….speaking of which, *Oh yah….the match…shit, now I’ve got that song stuck in my head..Hmm hmm hmm…* Once sufficiently limbered up, the absent minded Bryan stepped towards the curtain, humming ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ to himself…

After a few moments of eerie silence, the speakers would start blaring the tender guitar licks of Bryan’s theme, the main man himself would burst forth with an energetic ‘Woo!!’. Sporting metal aviator sunglasses, his sky blue shirt with flipped up collar and short jacket cuffed up at the sleeves, B-RY wore nothing but designer threads from hair band to toe as he strut down the ramp with an easy going smile on his face. Once halfway down the ramp Bryan would sprint toward the ring and slide under the bottom rope before springing back up and continuing his jog towards the nearest turnbuckle. Standing on the middle ropes, Bryan lifted up both his arms and pointed his thumbs back towards him three times in an attempt to lead the audience in reciting “B-R-Y!!” The letters were flashing on the Titantron during his entrance, so some went along with it, but catchphrases took time to catch on anyway. The cheering audience definitely caught on to his enthusiasm at least, whether it was to see more of his flashy style or see the showoff model catch a beating.

Hopping down off the turnbuckle Bryan returned to the middle of the ring and tipped off his sunglasses and hairband, looking over to spot  Lucy just kinda chilling in the corner. The blue eyed Brit certainly looked like she wasn’t concerned with her prospects…Bryan was started to feel a tad insulted here.“Well wassup wassup there, Lucy was it? Name’s Bryan, I’m sure you recognize me from my extensive body of work modeling internationally~…Gotta say, wasn’t expecting for the brass, to pit me up against someone so….well, petite...not that there’s anything wrong with that!!”

Lucy was silent, her chin resting on her hand as she looked up who she was going up against. Tall, cocky, a smirk appeared on Ms Grange's features. He looked good, Lucy wouldn't deny that. Certainly better than some of the guys here to be sure.

"Modelling eh? You know I wanted to go into that, but my old man wanted me to get in the ring right away. Soon as I grew breasts. You know you kinda look like him, when he was younger I mean. You got the dashing aura about you, I don't know why my old man says I shouldn't play with boys. When they can be hotter than some girls I know." Lucy said with a smile as she altered her stance, so that she stood atop the turnbuckle.

She then would wow the crowd by leaping off the turnbuckle with a backflip jump, and performing a three point landing on the way down near Bryan. Lucy then smirked, stood up and brushed her hair aside. The crowd was cheering at the sight of this display of skill to be sure, Lucy meanwhile knew she still had it. She had practised that just for this occasion in fact.

"And a girl like me needs to be petite, the baby girl of Britain after all. Well I like what I see, but I hope you are good in the ring. Because here in Tension, my bro leads a group. The best in Britain with him as the paragon, and that means I got to get good fights. So let's do it Mr Bryan, I'm good to go." Lucy said, she was skipping around Bryan. Stopping in front of him and then smiling, moving back into her corner for the match to begin.

*Hmm…just met her and she’s already comparing me to her dad. Yeah, that’s not awkward.*, Bryan thought to himself while the baby Brit divulged her inner thoughts on her own interest in the fashion industry, grinning to her subtle innuendos to his rugged good looks. Seemed like a nice enough girl, pretty cute, sort of an open book but that could just mean she has a lot to say. “Heh, well take it from a vet of the industry, you’ve got the looks to get your foot in the door. Ya know, if that bein what you want. It’s your life to live, not your old man’s. But I’d say he may have a point about steering clear of dashing young men, especially models. Those guys may be too much for you to handle and will most likely leave you heart broken in the end~…”

He did raise an eyebrow when Lucy started climbing the turnbuckle, widening his eyes to the acrobatic somersault performed right in front of him, mouth agape while the baby Brit started hopping around him like a schoolgirl on her way home. *Jeez….the heck have I gotten myself into here?!* Bryan picked up his jaw off the floor and rotated his head while Lucy skipped around him. Match hasn’t even started and he’s already being shown up. Great.

Lucy certainly had her own aura to her, but more of a mischievous/flirtatious type. Bryan smiled and nodded back as Lucy returned to her corner, turning back to his own corner to lay his jacket, shirt, and other accessories in the bottom of his corner before returning to the center of the ring to ringing of the bell.

Now bare-chested and showing off his pecs to the delight of a few female fans, Bryan rotated his shoulders before raising his arms to engage in a lockup. “We’ll baby girl, I’d like to think I’ve got some skill in the ring-…wait, did ya say you were part of some gang or something? They’re uh…they’re not around now are they?” Bryan’s eyes would shoot to outside of the ring to confirm Lucy came here alone, worried that if this group rolled tight he may have to need eyes in the back of his head.

Lucy was ready to go, clearly she gave Bryan a surprise with that little acrobatic stunt right there. And once the bell rung and B-RY offered a lock up Lucy figured "Meh why not?" after all she had done that in training against her bro. And he was even bigger and most likely stronger too than Bryan, although in terms of looks it was a tie. Granted Ryan was more bookish and old fashioned, but he looked like a suave British gentleman. But still B-RY was treating her decently enough, and that was okay in Lucy's book.

So as Britain's baby girl went into the lock up she noticed that Bryan was quite clearly not focusing on the task at hand, cause he was looking out to see if there was anyone else out there. Lucy smirked and said "Oh my Brother's busy, looking for a family member for his girlfriend. And she wears rabbit ears. And my friend John is....."

Suddenly Ms Grange would attempt to gain the advantage, by quickly trying to hook her right leg near Bryan's left and move it out from under him. After that Lucy was just going to walk back and just leave Bryan handing there.

"An artist with an albino girlfriend! Now pay attention! Cause your dealing with me!" Lucy would giggle.

She would then lean forward and whisper with a smile "Look they wouldn't be the type to jump you honest, so don't worry and let's have a good match okay?" Britain's baby girl would then jump around a bit and see what B-RY would do next.

Bryan had legitimate reasons to be concerned that Lucy was riding deep with some posse in her corner. Whoever this gang was they seemed to be tight knit from how she gushed on about them, plus her brother was the head honcho in charge. Bryan was fairly sure Lucy’s brother may not take too kindly to someone roughing up his little sister. *Jeez…Why’d this have to happen to me? First match is against some British…mafia don’s…sister….or whatever…*

“H-hey!!” Distracted by his own worrisome imagination, Bryan wouldn’t see Lucy’s tricky foot work and would fall to this backside to the light chuckles of the audience. B-RY looked up with a twinge in his eye, but would smile right back and regain his cool once Lucy was finished trying to get his head back in the game. “Alright alright, enough with the riot act, kind of appropriate though considering your from jolly olde England~…” Bryan stood back up and kept on eye Lucy while she bopped around the ring again. Carefree or not, it was about time B-RY stopped letting Lucy show him up like that.

“I’m just gonna take what you say about your kooky family with a grain of salt, kinda lost me at the bunny eared part. But don’t worry, from her on what you’ll get my undivided…” Before B-RY would finish his sentence he would charge full steam towards the skipping Lucy and attempt a harsh shoulder charge intending to knock her to the mat or at least against the ropes.

“…attention.”

"Suit yourself." Lucy said simply, she was eager to get on with the match now. Ms Grange figured that Bryan wasn't going to make another mistake like that, at least not right now anyway. Which truth be told that was how she liked it, Lucy was taught by her old man to win or lose the right way. Plus Bryan hadn't done anything cheat wise, so Ms Grange didn't either.

And it seemed B-RY was all for it now, and Lucy could only smile. Well that and say "Yeah I'm from London alright, now come on pretty boy." it felt good to be back in the ring after all this time. Folks thought Lucy was just some dumb blonde daddy's girl, but she was actually a brunette and was far from dumb.

But she had left herself open as she began bouncing around, as Bryan took to the offense and floored Lucy down to the mat. It earned a wince of pain from the baby girl of Britain, felt hard for sure. But in wrestling one needed to take the licks, and Lucy knew that even though it still stung. But right now it wasn't looking good for Lucy, but the match had just begun. So Lucy remained calm and rolled away to her left, hoping to get away from Bryan and get back to her feet. And maybe let the niggling pain go down a bit too.

“Noice~…you get the honor of taking the first hit of my career baby girl.” Bryan jokingly teased while looking down at the floored Lucy after his shoulder check connected. The model athlete certainly wasn’t looking to ‘rough up’ the petite Brit any more than he needed to, but Lucy wanted to bring the fight out of him and Bryan was more than happy to oblige.  

Bryan would have to cut short his little ode to his awesomeness once Lucy started rolling away. B-RY easily kept up with her and stepped to her front once she started rising up to her hands and knees, Bryan draping his arm around the back of Lucy’s neck in a reverse headlock. Hooking his hands together as he squeezed the baby Brit’s cheek against his muscled bicep with a few jerks and tweeks, Bryan would slowly raise her back to her feet while still applying the hold.

“Easy now Lucy, let me help you up there. Hey, if you end being brought down by yours truly for my first win, you might just find yourself turning into a trivia question answer or something~…” Bryan quipped  stomping his feet with every compression of Lucy’s face against his muscled bod.

"Tch, I'm just getting started pretty boy." Lucy muttered out, the young girl wasn't panicking. Her old man had taught her to remain calm as much as one could, otherwise it could lead to poor decision making.

Ms Grange knew Bryan was going to attempt to maintain the pressure on her, and it seemed like he was going to attempt to wear her over with a submission. Lucy grunted out lightly as she was locked into the hold, the pressure on her neck apparent. It wasn't going to win right now, but Lucy knew she had to nip in the bud while she was fresh.

Lucy decided not to bother with small talk at this point, right now her main priority was to deal with this hold. One of the lessons her Father taught her was to never power out of a hold when the ropes were nearby, so with that in mind the British waif-fu moved one of her legs back. So that her heel rested on the bottom rope, this would prompt the ref to break the hold. The British baby girl may act like a daddy's girl, but her Daddy taught her the ring and the ways of it.

It may have been early but so far this was exactly the type of tempo Bryan intended to showcase when in the ring. Keeping up the pressure with his speedy footwork and a simple but effective play style. He certainly didn’t want to be seen as some burly asshole wailing on defenseless women just for the lulz. There’s a fine line between fighting back/putting on a show for the fans and outright jamming your…nevermind.

Luckily Bryan noticed Lucy extending her leg backward towards the bottom ropes, thinking fast and dragging the Brit backwards in the headlock just before her boot would hit a tether. “Aha, clever girl~...” Bryan stated while admiring Lucy’s calm under pressure. *Phew….cuh-lose one. Chick’s got decent…uh, what did my coach call it?......Mat Awareness!!! Yeah that was it.*

Knowing Lucy would break out of this hold eventually anyway, Bryan delivered a clubbing strike to the Brit’s back to wear her down before moving on with the show. Hoping Lucy wouldn’t freak out at this, B-RY bent low to snake his hand between her slender thighs and lift her off her feet by the waistline at the back of her skirt. Showing off somewhat by parading Lucy around the ring while she hung in his arms, Bryan would face the audience before flipping the Brit overhead in a flashy fallaway slam attempt.