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

If Gail would ever be willing to admit it, Lucy was a lot better at moving around than she could hope to be. The little (not actually) blonde was just so hyper and bouncing all over the place.

Lucy;s leg slammed into her, making her stumble back with an annoyed growl, just barely keeping her balance and avoiding another cold tumble into the snow, but once again, Lucy was free of her grips. "Rrgh! Just stay still!" Voicing her frustrations, Gail tried to pounce back to the slippery bitch, but if she missed, more likely than not, she'd end up crashing into the ring face-first!

Lucy had the energy to move about, she had always been a little spitfire. Those legs weren't made for walking, they were for running. It certainly helped when all the boys chased after the British waifu, she was like that.

"N-No! I'm not gonna do that just cause your asking!" Lucy stated the obvious, and kept her focus on Gail. Trying to ignore the fact that she was rolling about in snow, it was cold of course. But in the situation Lucy was in you tended to ignore that in favour of your task at hand. And once Gail lept at Ms Grange, seemingly tossing logic and planning out the window in exchange for attacking in a blind rage.

"Whoa!" Lucy said moving to the side, ducking and nimbly evading Gail's haphazard assault.

She felt her small opponent's body graze aside her, making dodging her look easy, and Gail got a facefull of hard ring apron as a consolation prize.

The crash was surprisingly not all that loud. The impact however, was just as hard as one would expect. "AAGH!" Gail's head felt like it just split in two, she fell into the snow, totally stunned for the moment.

Lucy saw Gail fall down, and had to wince a little at the impact. Nobody liked getting on the wrong side of the ring, a lesson often hard learned. Just ask Lucy the number of times she botched a high risk move.

"Yowch." Ms Grange muttered out, but seeing as how Gail was out of it for a moment....perhaps it was time to open another gift.

With that in mind Lucy walked over to the nearest one, brushing off her outfit as some snow had gotten onto it following her escape attempt. She quickly tore open the wrapping, to find.....

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"Heh, just like Amy Rose." the British girl muttered out, while Gail was still reeling from her self inflicted attack. Lucy would go over to her and proceed to do an over the top bonk on the head with the present.

Gail rolled around, clutching her throbbing head, when the cold her like a lightning bolt. And to top it off, Lucy was surely going to be here in seconds... what was she planning?

The answer came in the form of a very squeaky blow. But a squeaky blow was still a blow, and it hurt quite a bit, possibly due to hitting the exact same spot she'd just self-injured. "Gah!!" Gail tried her best to defend herself, but she'd still be open to however attacks Lucy deemed fit until she recovered enough to knock the stupid toy out of Lucy's arms. But until then...

Lucy let out a sly grin upon seeing Gail's reaction to the toy hammer, it was the same sort of grin a kid had at Christmas. Ms Grange snickered a bit and then said "My old man's a doctor, let me show you what he taught me."

With that the British girl would try to prop Gail against the ring corner post, with her knees popping up in her legs. And then Lucy, with the squeaky toy in hand would tap both of Gail's knees and conclude with a mocking blow to the head once again.

Gail was as much of a fan of physical humour as anyone else... so long as it wasn't her being part of the joke. Lucy was making her look like a patient... and was holding that ridiculous toy hammer.

She wanted to just make Lucy suffer for it, but instead chose to just wait and let Lucy do her fake doctor thing, the hammer couldn't hurt her too much, right? It'd be best to just recover however she could, ignoring the shame of being mocked like this.

Or so she said in her head, as soon as the toy squeaked against her head, Gail snapped with frustration, forcing herself upright, driving her still throbbing head into Lucy's gut!

Lucy was having fun here, so much fun in fact she had let her guard down. And that was something she didn't normally do in the ring, but this wasn't a normal match by any means. Lucy paid the price in 3, 2, 1....

"Yeow!" Lucy yelped out as soon as Gail bullrushed her, the toy hammer going flying from her hand as she landed back first into the snow. Thankfully it wasn't that thick, but it was bloody freezing!

Lucy's face contorted into a wince, as the pain of hitting the ground hard and the chilly snow shot through her veins. It almost made the young Brit want to cling to Gail, just to try and stay heated. Almost. As after a couple of seconds after the attack Ms Grange would try and crawl back and away from Gail.

Gail was given the option of going after Lucy and continue her whaling, or to go grab another one of the gifts. As much as she enjoyed beating down on her, maybe it'd be best to take it easy for a few moments while her head was still screaming, and hope to better her odds with whatever was in the giftbox.

She shuffled over to the nearest such box, and with a small pained grimace reached over and plucked it off the icy cold surface. Surely, this would be something awesome! Gail tore it open, eager to see just what she'd be using to fuck up Lucy, to reveal... a box of chocolates!

Gail appreciated her chocolate as much as any other girl, but this was NOT the situation for it. "What the fuck?!" She immediately tossed it away in frustration, she'd wasted a perfectly good chance to go after Lucy!

Lucy saw what Gail had, and cursed her luck. They were in Switzerland were they not? They had some real good chocolate here, Lucy knew as she sampled them while touring the town with her Brother. Great to dip in tea.

But Gail's little fit was buying time for Ms Grange to recover, and that was something you should never do against her. Lucy was a spitfire, that was something that usually scared the boys back home. If her old man didn't that is.

As the British waifu stood up she saw a chance to strike, and would attempt to go for it. Lucy got to her feet, winced at the pain in her belly before attempting to rush towards Gail and fire out both legs for a dropkick to the chest area of Gail.