Lucy Grange vs Abigail Snow - Lively vs Silence

Standard match won via pinfall or submission

Lucy was preparing herself for her match tonight, the British girl and her team the UK Elite were back in the swing of things following their loss of the Tension tag titles. With the renewed purpose of the group Lucy would turn her attention to Friction once again, she would be the one that fought on the behalf of the UK Elite in Tokyo. Ms Grange was back to her old self, happy that her Brother had come back and that the new year had arrived. Lucy had arranged for a match tonight, against someone by the name of Abigail Snow.

This woman seemed like a more recent addition to the Friction roster, probably why she went under Lucy's radar given how she had been concerned with more personal things. Went by the moniker of Silent Strategist, which already concerned the British girl. Seemed like the thinking and analytical type. However Lucy was confident in her abilities, after all she had quite the arsenal at her disposal. She'd take it as it came, there wasn't a plan for every situation after all.

Dressed in her new outfit Ms Grange texted her Brother for good luck, her heart was already beating. In anticipation of the upcoming fight, she hated not knowing much about her opponent. Though Lucy was always rather good at winging it.

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The lights in the arena went out, and the familiar theme song of Lucy began to play. Known as LoveFuryPassionEnergy as orange mist formed around the floor of the entrance ramp, Lucy though waited till the specific lyrics played.....

"She's like a lost flower, growing up through a crack. In the bustling sidewalk, moving like a river so sad."

Then Lucy appeared, earning a loud cheer from the crowd. Unlike the other two members of the UK Elite, who often garnered mixed reactions from the audience Ms Grange had always been more endeared by the fans. The British girl walked down the ramp, skipping as she went by slapping the hands of some of the folks at the front row. Before climbing up the ring steps and leaping up over the top rope, giving a light shake as she walked to the corner.

Lucy would lean back at her corner, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming battle. Ms Grange knew this would be an interesting one if the opponent went by the aforementioned moniker, but trying to play mind games wasn't going to be easy with the Brit. It was soon time to see the first impressions of the two girls featuring in tonight's match.

Abigail:

This was the night. Abigail sat in the locker room, meditating and breathing deeply. Was she afraid? Yes, after the humiliation she experienced going against Touko. Was she nervous? No doubt about it, this was Lucy Grange, one of the members of the UK Elite and one of the previous holders of the Tension tag title. But was she ready? Abigail was more than ready. She has gone up against a good handful of different opponents so far since she joined, but not someone like Lucy. This was her chance to, as Manager phrased, "Get out there and show people what she's really made of!"

Abigail let out a deep sigh and looked up at the monitor, watching as Lucy exited backstage and the arena going wild for her. Getting up, Abigail did some last minute stretches before heading out. This is it. Time to show them what I'm made of, Abigail said as she exited the locker room and marched towards the arena entrance. Waiting there, leaning against the wall was Manager. He looked at her and smiled before walking up to her and clasping a hand on her shoulder.

"Go get'er...Abi," Manager said before walking off to the Employee Only Viewing Deck on the second floor. Abigail blushed when she heard Manager's words and nodded before heading out from backstage and into the arena. The crowd cheered, happy to see her come back so soon after her humiliation. Most wrestlers tended to not book a match after being downright attacked and abused in the ring, but she got over that. She realized that was foolish and weak of her to let her guard down, even after the match ended. She was helpless and weak, she wasn't going to forget that. Tonight will be her test.

She walked down the ramp, waving to the crowd and for once, gave them a smile which drove the crowd insane as she climbed into the ring and hopped up. She would hop onto the top rope and jump off of it, doing a somersault in the air before landing perfectly on her feet in the center of the ring. She looked at her opponent, Lucy Grange and bowed.

"My name is Abigail Snow. A pleasure to finally meet you," Abigail greeted and got herself ready for the match to begin.

Lucy didn't have to wait long till her opponent showed up, truth be told Abigail had flown under the radar. She knew this woman was a recent player in Friction, so concise information was hard to come by. Though from what Ms Grange heard things hadn't gone well for Abigail, to put it lightly. But Friction could be a brutal place sometimes, not that Lucy minded it too much. She was used to being in rough times, and this could actually maybe work in the Brit's advantage. The problem was that Lucy at this point was more or less an established name, both in Kyoto and Tokyo so any opponent could be able to get some homework done on the Brit.

Abigail showed up, and Lucy's first thought was if this woman was involved in a cosplay convention. Honestly this chick looked like something out of it, who was her hair stylist? Still Lucy would give Abigail props, not many could pull off blue and white unless they were Vergil. The crowd seemed to like her though, that could be good to show how she might act.

A flashy entrance then ensued, somersault off the top rope. Perhaps showing off her own acrobatic tendencies and a hint of what was to come? Then Abigail bowed to Ms Grange, fancy. Some formal speech from Ms Snow also.

"Heh. Heya Abigail, I'm Lucy. Let's make it a good fight." Lucy said. The Brit gave the politeness at the start of the bout, a thing she learned way back in the indies. Wrestling and respect went hand in hand after all, now the match was about to commence.

Once Abigail was ready Lucy would be too, her heart began to beat as it so often did before the fight. Ms Grange got herself moving, time to get going now.......

DING!

That was it, battle time. Lucy wasted no time in getting ready, the Brit would shuffle to the right. Once Abigail left her corner Lucy would throw a couple of low kicks out with both legs, not really attempting to hit Abigail but rather to feint out and gauge how she reacted and if she lived to her moniker.

Abigail would stare back at Lucy Grange, a sense of anxiety and nervousness welling up inside her. She was starting to lose her composure but quickly started to do her breathing techniques, calming herself. This was just like any other match, Lucy was just another wrestler in the ring. As Abigail calmed herself, she tipped her white hat and threw it out the ring when the bell rung.

Just as Abigail thought and predicted, Lucy was no push over. As she started to move out of her corner, the Brit was already on the attack and threw a few low kicks at her legs. Abigail's eyes widen as her reflexes kicked in and she jumped back into her corner, jumping high enough to land on top of the turnbuckle. Staring at Lucy, Abigail knew she was going to need her A-game in this match. She hunched down and squatted on the turnbuckle like a gargoyle, watching the Brit intensely and her mind already going over Lucy's profile, matches, and history, her ice blue eyes gazing into Lucy's eyes.

"Height: 5'5. Weight: 120 lbs. Submission Type. Specialty: Aerial and Submissions," Abigail muttered as she kept a close eye on Lucy's movements. Already formulating several different ideas for attacks and counters, Abigail waited to see how Lucy would react to her dodge, carefully assessing her reaction and facial features, seeing if she would be able to exploit them later on.

Lucy had to admit a chick like this hadn't really been seen before for the British girl, but no matter. Even an unknown opponent could be defeated, Lucy had done that several times back in the indies. Where she had no clue who her opponent was and then she simply gave her all as she did each and every time. Abigail was probably keeping her cards close to her chest, a wise idea given she had just met Lucy in the flesh. But in the Brit's mind she never had things to hide, it was time to get out there and kick arse!

It seemed though that Lucy's eager start jarred Abigail a little, they weren't really intended to connect. More so just the Brit throwing them out and seeing what the reaction was, said reaction was a bit surprising. Ms Snow lept like a cat near water, right up to the turnbuckles. Lucy hadn't expected that, backing off maybe. But that looked like something right out a cartoon.

Abigail then seemed to go into a sort of thinking posture as she looked at Lucy, before reciting Lucy's features. Ms Grange had to admit, she was a bit confused by this. And also inwardly a tad worried, if Abigail looked up Lucy this much......

Still though Lucy saw where her opponent was perched and perhaps in a vulnerable position, seeking to try and take advantage of this the Brit would run forward and try to leap up and clip Abigail in the side of the head with an Alberto Del Rio style enzhiguri kick!

Abigail's mind was working overtime as different parts of her brain helped her gather information she needed and calculated what her next best possible move be. One part of her brain was going over the footage of all of Lucy's matches, from before and during her time in AFW. While another part of her brain was calculating the next possible attack the Brit would go with and how she should dodge and counter. Meanwhile the last bits of her brain was fully concentrated on Lucy, Abigail readying her entire body the moment she saw Lucy moved.

Abigail was thankful thought her sudden leap to the turnbuckle was able to startle her opponent a bit, causing Lucy to take back off for a moment. But a moment for Abigail was a well-spent moment for the Strategist to spend thinking. "Facial features, startled. Possible action, regain focus in 1 to 2 seconds, then launch attack," Abigail muttered, clenching the turnbuckle tightly as she prepared to move, "Best course of action, dodge."

Abigail's judgement and calculations were correct as she would quickly leap to her right, just as Lucy began to run towards her. The Strategist started to fall towards the concrete floor but Abigail quickly used her fast reflexes and grabbed onto the top rope with one hand, swinging her body as she fell. In a few seconds, Abigail used the momentum she created and swung herself through the gap between the middle and bottom ropes, back into the ring.

Abigail slid into the middle of the ring safely, immediately pushing herself up and flipped into the air, before landing on her two feet, on the opposite side of the ring from Lucy! The crowd were awestruck, amazed, and baffled by Abigail's unnatural reflexes and acrobatic skills but they all cheered wildly for her. Abigail blushed slightly but didn't let it get to her. She was used to the crowd cheering for her, but something about facing a well experienced opponent and getting the audience support was a bit...embarrassing?

None the less, Abigail shook off this feeling and focused back on the match, intensely watching Lucy and trying to predict her next move. "Uses speed, father-taught technique. Attack option: Surprise," Abigail muttered to herself as she would suddenly shift her stance, hopping up and down, right and left. She raised her arms in front of her as if she was boxing and cautiously edged herself closer to Lucy.

Lucy was thinking that Abigail was a sitting duck there, it had been the start of the match and already she'd backed herself into a corner. Seemed like prime pickings for the Brit, though something was telling Lucy that there was more to this enemy that just the fancy white hair. There was the muttering, Abigail might just be talking to herself but Lucy could hear it well enough. No matter, get that hit in. Knock her opponent to wherever she would go and get the first hit of the match in, help set up the momentum of the fight in Lucy's favour as she so often did.

The next thing though was that Abigail didn't get hit, pretty much most people in that situation would have been hit. Though perhaps the freshness of the fighters factored in here, again Abigail struck Lucy as being a rather odd sort compared to many of the people Ms Grange had clashed against in the ring. Lucy was on her knees after that enzhiguri, a look of disbelief flashed across her features as she watched what just occurred. Was this girl trained by ninjas or something?!

Once Abigail entered the ring though Lucy stood up and actually clapped a little there before saying "Well I'll be damned, ain't you flashy! Anyone else would have taken a trip to the concrete, guess this just became infinitely more interesting." Ms Grange herself probably wouldn't haven't been able to bust out that escape. Still though this was just getting started, Abigail was still muttering to herself facts about Lucy. Which was just a little bit creepy.

Not creepy enough to deter Lucy however! Seemed like Ms Snow was wanting to get started now, fine by Lucy. The girl was shifting about with the Brit following her every move. But Lucy wasn't going to wait around like Abigail did, it wasn't really her style. So Ms Grange would seek to move forward, as in run forward and attempt to deliver a jumping lariat right at the so called silent strategist!

Abigail would light up slightly when she heard Lucy praise her. She had never anticipated to be complimented by one of the most well known wrestler in AFW before, and getting one just seemed...fulfilling, great. But Abigail couldn't let this distract her cause as she edged closer to Lucy, hopping up and down in her boxing position, Lucy decided to charge at her, not backing down what so ever! Abigail was going to dodge to her right, thinking Lucy was aiming for a tackle but quickly hesitated. She started getting a feeling there was a better course of action to take.

Deciding to go with her gut feeling this time rather than her logical senses, Abigail ducked down just in time for Lucy to be in the air. Abigail looked up Lucy as she went above her, time seemed to have slowed down in that fraction of a second but she flashed Ms Grange a stare filled with determination. The moment that second passed, Abigail would shoot herself up and deliver an uppercut into Lucy's stomach midway in her flight in the air.

Abigail quickly dashed to the other side of the ring and she turned to survey what damage she was able to do. Abigail scanned Lucy's entire body intensely. To a normal person, she would've seemed to have been checking Lucy out and they would be correct but also incorrect. Abigail was checking for parts of Lucy's body she could specifically aim for, places that would have high chances of being hit and other places that would be risky but effective. Abigail then glanced behind her and started to back herself up.

"There's a Kawaii wrestler who is related to Zoey Hamilton and Elisa Hamilton," Abigail started to say as she backed herself into the rope, pushing herself more and more back, "Her name is Blair Hamilton, the youngest of the Hamilton sisters. Due to her small stature, she lacks raw strength but makes it up for her versatility and quick moves. She has trained in many different fighting styles but has a bad sense of direction. But I digress." Abigail would keep on talking and pushing herself back on the ropes until Lucy got onto her feet. The moment the Brit was on her feet, Abigail let herself go from the rope and catapulted herself across the ring, charging at Lucy with increased speed thanks to the extra boost she received from the ropes. Aiming to completely run Lucy over, Abigail would attempt to catch Lucy by surprise while she was still dazed from the fall with a super clothesline. Once she knocks down her opponent, Abigail would finish her explanation as she jumped away from Lucy to make distance.

"'Not so big now!' is Ms Blair Hamilton's finisher. Effective against larger foes while they are dazed," Abigail finished before getting ready for her next attack.

Lucy liked to believe that she was fast, after all it was one of her main points. Part of the triangle of the UK Elite, the Brit wasn't a lumbering fool but rather like a lithe panther. That said though Abigail seemed to be just a step ahead thus far, displaying some very impressive agility that could be better than anything Lucy had encountered prior. So it seemed rather likely Abigail had the reaction time to back it up, as it turned out the woman certainly did. The instant Lucy's arm failed to connect she knew the attack wouldn't work, what Lucy didn't expect though was the swift and sudden counter!

It felt like she'd been stabbed honestly, Lucy fell hard though thankfully not on her area. Ms Grange sucked in some air with a deep breath, and rubbed it briefly. Goddamn, first hit of the match and Abigail tries to near break a rib or two in the Brit. It wasn't the worst shot Lucy had ever taken, but that certainly stung. Though the freshness of Ms Grange meant that she wasn't done, far from it. Abigail was saying something, but it wasn't heard due to Lucy having been jarred from that sudden attack. Though the stubborn Brit that she was Lucy was wasting no time in getting back up, only for Abigail to again go on the attack.

Abigail blasted right into Lucy with a clothesline, it wasn't a regular one. But had a lot of effort put into it, so much so that Lucy yet out a loud "Argh!" as the Brit hit the mat with a thud. Ms Grange groaned aloud as her opponent spoke, though Lucy would eventually retort with "N-never was tall anyway. I ain't done though......" Abigail wasn't the only one who could do moves from other people's arsenals. Right now though seemed like a very good time to retreat, Lucy gritted her teeth and battled through the pain she was feeling. Making to roll away and try to get to a vertical base, Lucy needed to get something in. And it had to be a good one if she was to try and battle back from the impressive opening offence that her opponent just delivered.....

Abigail couldn't help but let a small smile form on her normally cold, expressionless face. She was on a roll, having been able to not only get the first hit of the match, but a powerful one too. And it seemed the crowd was pretty happy for her too, cheering loudly for the Silent Strategist even more. Abigail would blush slightly before shaking her head, regaining her focus. "You're in the middle of a match. Don't lose yourself!" Abigail reminded her as she saw Lucy rolling away from her to create some distance. This would give Abigail some time to set up her next attack.

As Miss Grange rolled away, Abigail took a deep breath and composed her body. She brought both of her arms in front of her chest, folding them on top of one another. Straightening her legs, she slid her left leg up and rested her foot on her right kneecap. The crowd and referee were puzzled by her sudden action as it seemed as if she was getting ready to dance at a ballet recital. Although some fans in the crowd realized what she was doing and whooped while Abigail kept a close eye on Lucy.

The moment the Brit would rise to her feet, Abigail would start spinning on her right leg, spinning towards Miss Grange and extended her left leg to deliver a flurry of kicks at Lucy; aiming for her arm, sides, legs, and head. She would keep on kicking Lucy until they she would be forced to the ropes, where Abigail would then stop her spinning and jump back to see the damage she had done.