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

Gail quickly grabbed hold of the can, intent on spraying the rest of the contents at Lucy as payback. Before she got a chance to... "GUAH!" Her jaw clanked against the top of her mouth, not enough to knock her off of Lucy, but certainly enough to daze her for a second.

But a second wasn't a long time, and if she could keep Lucy beneath her, it'd be time to unload the can into Lucy's face, going especially for the eyes with it, while she drove her own fist into Lucy's chin for good measure!

Lucy's ground game wasn't the best, out of her group she was the one who was about flashy moves and strikes that were standing. Her Brother was a pure powerhouse, and their right hand man John was a technical submission artist. And right now Ms Grange was starting to regret her speciality being something else.

"Fuck!" Lucy yelped out, closing her eyes as the silly string can's contents hit her face. Ms Grange grunted out loud as her chin got punched, things really weren't looking good for the British waifu.

But she knew that it wasn't over till one girl got an eggnog bath, but Ms Grange was reeling here and needed a break. So she did what seemed like the best idea at the time, Lucy moved her hands to Gail's tummy and hoped to give her a fierce and strong shove off of her.

The spray quickly petered out, hmm... must've been half-empty even before Lucy got hold of it. Shrugging, Gail motioned to give Lucy another bonk on the head with the now empty can, but was shoved off before she got a chance.

"Aww, you don't like being under me?" Gail taunted as she stood up, taking a gasp to refill her lungs. If Lucy hadn't gotten up, she'd try to get her hands into Lucy's blonde hair, forcing her around using it as leverage.

"Prefer dicks over tits." Lucy muttered in response to Gail's words, this was getting ugly. And not in the way that Lucy liked it, but Ms Grange knew this match wasn't over yet. Not until the eggnog got touched, as opposed to the usual 3 count in a wrestling match.

The British waifu winced loudly as Gail grabbed hold of her hair, her blonde mane was actually brown. Blonde of course helped the whole "Baby girl of Britain." presentation. And Gail was ruining it by daring to drag Lucy by her hair!

Lucy wasn't going to take that lying down, and it was time to pull out all the stops. If Gail was going to stoop down low then Lucy would get on her knees in front of Gail and quickly bring her right hand up for a low blow.

"Uh huh... bet you've had plenty of THAT." Gail scoffed, tugging Lucy forwards. Or tried to anyways. Gail bent down to get a better grip on the girl's now obviously dyed hair.

"AIIEEEAAH!!!" She buckled instantly, barely realizing how it happened. Gail rolled off to the side, clutching between her legs, seeing Lucy's fist unball itself. "Y-you bitch!!"

Lucy sat down after walloping Gail in the nuts, the wind had been taken out of her sails with a hit like that. It wasn't something that Ms Grange really employed, unless it was outside of the ring and in self defence. But hey this was a night of firsts, so go for it as they say.

"That's what the boys say too." Lucy muttered in response, she had bought herself some time. And needed to take advantage of it, so with that in mind the British waifu huffed and puffed a couple of times before getting back to her feet.

"Tell you what, let's just take this outside like mature and responsible adults." Ms Grange stated as she tried to grab the top rope and then scoot Gail out the ring, following her to the ground soon after.

Gail stayed down, cupping her aching crotch. "A-ah... y-you... I'll kill you!" She screamed madly. Not that she was in any condition to do much killing, she was easily kicked out of the ring, falling onto the even colder ground, immediately scrambling to her feet.

Picking up a handful of snow as she clambered up, Gail tossed it in Lucy's face, hoping to distract her long enough to grab onto her (falsely) blonde mane again, and smash her face into the ring a few times!

"Girl the only thing your killing is my eardrums, so simmer down." Lucy muttered, as she too got out the ring. Unlike Gail who was pretty much kicked out of the ring, but was able to scramble to her feet by the time Ms Grange joined her outside.

"Eek!" Lucy squealed out as the snow hit her head, raising an arm to block the attack. But that slight move allowed Gail to once again grab her hair, Lucy made a mental note to maybe send her a lock of it. Just for a laugh of course.

But Ms Grange caught on quick, and managed to stop herself from hitting the ring by putting both hands on the apron. "Aw you motherfucker!" Lucy yelled out, moving her closest hand to fire out an elbow at Gail's midriff to hopefully get her off.

Gail gasped, taking a hard blow from Lucy's elbow shot, laxing her grasp on the mane just long enough for the slippery bitch to escape once again. "Shit, get back here!" She followed after Lucy, clawing for the girl's leg and trying to pull her backwards. No real destination in mind, but as long as she could in punching range of Lucy, Gail would be ready to send her fist into the annoying Brit.

Not literally... well, maybe if the opportunity presented itself.

Despite Lucy's appearance as a cute little young woman from Britain, she was a spitfire when it came to the ring. Her old man trained her in the ring soon as he could, the world could be a hard place and he wanted Lucy to be able to handle herself. Ms Grange could hold her own against guys bigger than her, so she was confident against Gail.

But the British waifu would admit, Gail was putting up a much better fight than when they first met a long time ago. At least she could properly punch now, still needed to work on everything else though. That clawing at her leg was just shoddy, Ms Grange thought to herself.

"H-Hey!" Lucy said as her was being pulled backwards, it wasn't looking good here. Ms Grange was contemplating bringing up her free leg to thwack Gail in the side of the head, but if she missed it could hit the ring apron and the whole landing would be awkward for her. So instead Lucy would try to jump up and slam her free leg into Gail's chest to hopefully push her back, but if Gail was able to get around that then Lucy would be down on the cold snowy grass open for punishment.