Lindy almost rolled out of the ring before Lacey reached through the ropes, grabbing her by the hair, pulling her up and through the ropes, lifting her hands up and over the top ropes to help keep her in place, stringing her up like a scarecrow.
“You know, since you were such a FAN of them earlier,” said Lacey, one hand lightly smacking Lindy on the cheek, while the other wiped some of the hairs out of her eyes, “This only feels RIGHT.”
Lacey leaned forwards as both of her hands found their way to the back of Lindy's head, pushing them into her bosom. Instead of trying to keep Lindy's face in between her breasts and smother her out with an airtight seal, Lacey instead moved from side to side quickly, her breasts going with her, smacking Lindy in the face with them over and over, Lacey's signature motorboating attack, the Slumber Party, more embarrassing and disorienting than it was painful, but that suited Lacey just fine, for the moment.
After a few moments of this, Lacey took off at a run towards the other side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and sprinting back towards Lindy. When she got close, she dived towards Lindy shoulder first, looking to knock her off the ring apron with a Spear!
Spear:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCZMUeuZNYg Lindy, however, just DROPPED into a prone position on the apron, letting Lacey fly through the ropes, crashing to the outside in a heap. Lindy collected herself for a moment, stood up, looked behind her at the heap that was Lacey, and grinned. She leapt up onto the middle rope, using it as a springboard to backflip through the air, ultimately landing on top of Lacey with her Springboard Moonsault, making her just a little bit – perhaps MORE than a little bit – uncomfortable.
Springboard Moonsault:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThxpvI3gSrk While the move took a lot out of Lacey, it took a little bit out of Lindy as well, so it took a second for her to recover, pushing herself up off the knocked silly brunette and looking down at her with a grin. A grin that turned to a snarl as she remembered what Lacey had done to her earlier and she reached her hands out for the busty babes neck, wrapping them around it and squeezing hard. She continued to squeeze, too, as she lifted Lacey's head up, then slammed it back down on the hard wood floor, and did it again and again and again.
Feeling her frustrations suitably taken out on the gurgling brunette, Lindy released her neck and scooted back a little to assess the situation. Looking around – now that they were outside the ring – she spotted many fun tools to help her further the destruction of her rival. Presents under the tree – and the tree itself, decorations included. Several large Christmas reefs. The table of cookies and milk, too, looked appetizing, in particular the giant gingerbread man standing against the wall behind it. She continued looking around, trying to decide where to start when something ELSE caught her eye.
“Oh, hey there,” Lindy called out to the elf peeking out from around the corner, clearly having separated himself from the rest of the pack still observing from afar, “What's YOUR name?”
“I-It's Woody, m'am,” said the elf who – having been spotted – looked nervously back at the rest of his kin before taking a tentative step toward her.
“Of course it is,” Lindy said, chuckling to herself while casually reaching down and starting to grope one of Lacey's breasts, “Wanted to get a better seat for the show, Woody?”
“Yes, m'am,” he said, quickly nodding and making sure not to look her in the eye.
“Now, now, Woody, no need to be so damn polite OR nervous,” Lindy said, raising her eyebrows at him, “Come over here. I don't bite.”
With one last look over at his fellow brethren, Woody waddled over.
“Now, what do you think of this, Woody?” Lindy asked as she scooted around to behind Lindy's head, indicating her body in a very Vanna White-esque way.
“I, uh... well,” Woody stuttered out, looking away nervously and taking a slight step back, “I think that, um... well-”
“Be HONEST, Woody,” said Lindy, using a pinch of both of Lacey's cheeks to lift her head up, “I don't like being lied to.”
“Well, uh, she's very... very beautiful,” said Woody after several moments of just staring at Lindy, contemplating his options, “I've always been partial to brunette's actually and, um.... not that, uh... not that I don't like redheads like yourself as well, m'am, it's just, uh, well -”
“It's fine, Woody. I like your honesty, and she IS very beautiful, isn't she?” said Lindy, smiling, reaching down and starting to grope Lacey's tits again, “But so mean, too, right?”
“Oh, yes. Very mean, Miss Lindy,” said Woody, nodding quickly, starting to feel a little safer, a little less nervous.
“Now, why do you think that is, Woody?” Lindy asked, continuing to slowly grope as she raised an eyebrow at her new friend.
“I... I have an idea, Miss Lindy,” he said, looking away again, “But as a Christmas Elf, I... it actually physically pains me to swear, so the... the closest explanation I can give is that she's a... she's a witch.”
“Oh, she's DEFINITELY a bitch,” said Lindy, nodding and chuckling as she saw Woody's whole body cringe slightly, while giving both of Lacey's breasts a good, hard squeeze, “But, you know, I don't think that's it. Well, part of it – sure – but not all of it. Oh, noooo. You know what I think the problem is, Woody?”
“What's that, Miss Lindy?” asked Woody, cocking his head to one side.
“I think she's missing some holiday spirit,” she said, giving one of Lacey's breasts a hard smack that started to wake her up a little, “And do you know the BEST way to get BACK one's holiday spirit, Woody?”
“With a song, Miss Lindy?” he said, perhaps a little too quick, a little too excitedly.
“YES, Woody, you are CORRECT!” screamed Lindy, joyously, “With a HOLIDAY song! Can YOU sing, Woody?”
“Of course I can,” he replied, slightly offended, “I'm a freaking CHRISTMAS ELF.”
“Getting cocky, Woody?” she asked, faking a glare as she laughed internally.
“N-no, Miss Lindy,” he answered, looking away again, “I'm... I'm sorry, Miss Lindy.”
“It's fine, Woody,” she said, smiling, and looking down at Lacey, “Do you think SHE can sing?”
“Gonna make YOU sing, you fuckinFUUUUUUCK!!!” Lacey started to say before Lindy gave a hard twist of one of her nipples, making her scream.
“Oh, look at that, she CAN,” said Lindy, casually giving that same breast a hard punch, “So how about a duet, Woody?”
Before he could even answer, Lindy started twisting Lacey's nipples, making her scream bloody murder at several different volumes and intervals, Woody quickly jumping in to a chorus of “Frosty The Snowman” because he didn't like the look that Lindy was giving him. This lasted for a good several minutes – Lindy occasionally switching one hand to scratch her nails across Lacey's breasts to see if she'd sing a different tune – before Lacey's screams turned to sobs and it stopped being much fun for Lindy.
“Gonna... gonna fuckin... gonna..,” Lacey muttered between sobs, her breasts in too much pain for her to notice she was being pulled to her feet and bent over, “Gonna fuckin' KILL yo-”
Her last word was interrupted by the impact of her face against the wood panelling, as Lindy had shoved it between her legs from behind, leaped up, and let gravity – and the Inverted Pedigree – do it's work.
Inverted Pedigree (but with Lindy facing AWAY from her opponent):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-qvknRDrPQ “Knew that'd shut you up,” said Lindy, grinning, as she shoved Lacey over onto her back again, took a seat on her stomach facing her legs, and turned to her elf friend, “Ready for the unwrapping?”
Again not even waiting for an answer, she grabbed onto Lacey's panties, slowly shimmying the slightly wet garments down and off her legs, bringing them up to her nose and giving them a good wiff.
“It's like Christmas morning come early, isn't it, Woody?” she said, looking from Lacey's bare pussy to her breasts and back again, “I mean, where do I START?”
