Lucy Grange vs Bryan Daniels.

"Lose badly? You wish, I play for longer." Lucy scoffed, she didn't mind the bit of banter. Ms Grange was also happy that Bryan was taking it rather well, sportsmanship was the word. That got you respect, unlike some other tension males who will remain nameless.

The British waif-fu began moving forward, hoping to try and bait out her opponent. But Bryan was clear in his intent to bring the fight to Lucy, and before she could react in time Ms Grange was shoved harshly into the turnbuckle. The pain shot into her back, again she was thankful her rib had healed up long ago. But that still didn't help the situation right now.

"Ngh! damm..." Lucy grunted out as she was sandwiched, the situation was not in her favour. But she knew she at least had to fight back, no way Lucy was going to take something lying down if she could help it at all. So with that in mind the British waif-fu did what came to her mind, and that was pound on Daniel's back.

Bryan would have made another snide remark about the Brit’s weight after hoisting her up and bull rushing her to the corner, but he figured he got off lucky last time by not incurring any self-conscious wrath from Lucy. Best not to push it…girl seemed nice enough anyway.

“Nngh!!” Well, that WAS when she wasn’t wailing into him like that, Bryan groaning as baby girl started laying into him with clubbing strikes from above. For someone her size Lucy was proving herself to resiliently resourceful, if that was a thing, having more fight in her that Bryan would expect. The blows to his upper back and especially the back of his head would start to take their toll, Bryan briefly falling to one knee from the sly Brit’s counter strikes.

Lucy wasn't expecting her strikes to be so....effective, more so considering she was basically just wildly tossing her balled hands out. But hey desperate times, Ms Grange knew that right now she was not in a good position. Granted Bryan was stunned for a brief bit, but a guy like him wouldn't be down for long. Lucy chalked that up to personal experience, the shoulder into the gut was evidence of that.

The British waifu got an idea, it was risky but then again half of Lucy's gameplan was. Lucy would attempt to climb up the turnbuckle, grabbing the top ropes with both hands and getting into a sitting position. Waiting until B-RY was up before lunging out with both legs, hoping to perform a hurricarana. However if Bryan could clear his head and focus up in time then he could turn this into his favour.

Bryan may not have been so dazed by Lucy’s manic flailing if not for the earlier elbows to the cranium from when he had the Brit in his arms. Just happened to be a round of bad luck on his part that was where the majority of her hits landed. Luckily for B-RY however Lucy had the muscled physique of an 18-year old girl, which made sense considering she was one. And since the strikes were hardly coordinated, Bryan was quick to re-coup and shake it off in time to notice Lucy retreating upward to take a seat on the top turnbuckle.

Fast, loose, and inherently reckless. Words B-RY lived by, and words he intended to fight by. "Wait for me, baby girl!!" As Lucy ascended Bryan would be hot on her heels rushing to join her to stand on the middle ropes and attempt to wrap her head in another side headlock. Wrenching in the hold while delivering some jabs to her rib cage, B-RY would slowly lift the vulnerable Brit to a standing position on the top ropes before attempting to hoist them both back in a ring shaking superplex!!

Lucy was hoping that Bryan would have been stunned enough for her to try some acrobatic stuff, but it seems he was just as stubborn as her Brother was. And sure enough he was on her before she could even leave the top rope, it wasn't looking good.

Upon being hit in her rib cage with those jabs Lucy let out a yelp, a quick one. It hurt of course, but to her it put a flashback in her mind of when she broke her ribs back in Summer Splash. And that lapse of concentration would cost the British waifu. For Lucy realised what was happening to her, as her view went upside down.

Ms Grange didn't yell out or anything, but she kicked her legs out at least. But it was too late for her as she was too settled into the motion to stop it now, Lucy fell into the ring with a resounding bang. After landing all Lucy could do was roll onto her belly and groan in pain. "Ghck......" she seethed out through her teeth.

With both wrestlers perched in a compromising position atop the turn buckle, the audience cheered in heightened anticipation for what was guaranteed to be a high flying spectacle that would leave one of them floored with some serious back pains. Fortunately for Bryan that would be Britain’s baby girl, flipped and slammed over in a ring shaking crash to the mat.

B-RY didn’t walk away from the superplex unscathed either, rubbing his own lumbar as he turned to his side a few seconds after landing. It was kinda hard for Bryan to feel proud over turning the tide back in his favor once he looked up to see Lucy in a lifeless slump just above him….but he still bet that move looked sick.

“Nngh….see baby girl….NOW’S the time you go for a pin…” Crawling over towards Lucy and flipping the poor Brit over, B-RY would lay his sweaty back sideways over her modestly sized chest and hook both her slim legs in the air with one of his arms for his first pin attempt of the match. An unexpected and crowd pleasing side effect of this particular pin would be Lisa’s skirt flipping down and exposing her perky rear and nationalistic undergarments to the world. Yep….Union Jack panties alright.

“1!”

Lucy's body was feeling the pain, yeah it hurt to be sure. Ms Grange had just had the wind taken right out of her sails, her back being slammed down would do that to a person. She was breathing upwards, moving strands out of her hair.

When the British waif-fu was turned over for a pin, Lucy let out a minor grunt of pain. Eyes closing in response to the lights above her. She could feel Bryan's weight upon her, and Ms Grange had been around the ring enough to know what was happening here.

"2!"

Lucy gritted her teeth, she wasn't done yet. Just cause she took one powerful hit didn't mean she was going to crumble like a tortilla chip. It'd take a good bit more than that! So with a large grunt of effort Lucy wretched one of her arms up, to free her shoulder from the pin.

Bryan released her legs and sat back up with a somewhat annoyed expression, running a hand through his hair and scratching his head. He honestly thought he had her dead to rights that time, certainly not looking forward to dishing out any more pain to the young Brit. Lucy wasn’t a bad girl….just a tad….what’s the word…..quirky, yeah that works.

“Heh, Tell you what, sooner you lay down and take the L, sooner I treat you to some real sugary treats. But, uh...don't count on finding any Cornettos out here...” Bryan slyly teased as her leaned over and brushed some strands of hair out of her face. “Come on Lucy, up ya go…”Now climbing back to his feet, Bryan would bring Lucy along as well with a firm grip on her arm and the back of her head. Once both were vertical again, Bryan would push Lucy backwards slightly before irish whipping her to the ropes. Once she bounced off and repelled back to her, Bryan would attempt to wrap and hoist her up in her a quick bear hug before falling forwards and slamming her back down to the mat.

Lucy was keeping her teeth gritted, trying to regain her focus. She'd just been slammed from the top rope, and that hadn't happened to her in a long time. But Ms Grange was stubborn, she would keep going till the fight was finally taken out of her. The British waif-fu had a chip on her shoulder, and that meant she fought hard in spite of her outward looks.

Although it wasn't looking too good for her, but Lucy was still going for it. "Tch! Proper gentleman." she muttered out as she was dragged upwards. All this talking that Bryan was doing was only helping her regain her senses, and that was something he didn't want.

So when B-RY chucked Lucy off to the ropes, her in ring instincts kicked in. She did a handstand as she went into the ropes, so that the back of her legs would bounce off them. And then with the momentum on her side Lucy would move backwards and leap back, hoping to fire an elbow into Bryan's face ala Tajiri.

Obviously Bryan never really thought the promise of sugary treats would sway Luc towards taking a dive, he intended it more to just get in the head of the teenage Brit. B-RY certainly had cause to already assume this match was in the bag. After the spear to the gut and the sky-high suplex the baby girl of Britain was obviously reeling despite her strong front. A few more of the model wrestler’s sexy slams and there’s now way Lucy would be kickin out again.

Bryan watched Lucy sprint towards the ropes but would stare transfixed along with the rest of the audience as Lucy gracefully flipped and bounced off the ropes. Too thick-headed to think of a counter and forced to follow along to see where this was going, the sudden acrobatics distracted B-RY long enough for Lucy to bounce back in mid-air and nail him in the nose with a flashy flying elbow strike.

“Oooph!” The strike to his head would knock B-RY off his feet and send him crashing back down to the mat with a heavy thud, groaning in pain before bringing a hand to his face to make sure his nose wasn’t bleeding. The people in the audience would start to rally behind the spry Brit with a few smatterings of applause from her crowd pleasing aerial counter strike.