Old Schoolers: Peggy McIntyre vs. Gemma Faraday (Debut Match!)

Standard Match:  To be won by pinfall or submission



Gemma could hear the din of the crowd, which somehow wasn't quite enough to drown out her pounding heartbeat.  The young Brit's scheduled match tonight was against an absolute newcomer.  Gemma new her name was Peggy McIntyre, and ... not much, beyond that.  The girl had some ties to older wrestlers, family in the business.  Not unlike Gemma herself.  Everything else, however, Gemma feared she was going to have to learn in the ring.

The young Brit paced around the back until the opening notes of her entrance music hit the loudspeakers.  Without missing a beat, she sprung out to make her entrance.  Gemma rushed through the curtain and onto the entrance ramp to a decent applause, the crowd ready for the next match to get underway.

Fist raised as Gemma stepped down the ramp, her gaze was fixed solidly on the ring.  Gemma had been hoping she could finally turn things around in AFW, and tonight could be her chance to do it.  She scaled the cornerpost like a monkey, propping herself up onto the top turnbuckle before raising her fist in the air, one last time.  She cast her gaze around the fans, taking in the full sight of the arena, hoping that her expression showed more determination than just sheer, rattled nerves.  Lowering her arm, but remaining on the turnbuckle, the young Brit looked up the ramp, and awaited her opponent.  She was eager to see what kind of state Peggy would be in, making her way into the AFW ring for the very first time ...

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Peggy sat back in the locker room clad in her green one piece swimsuit, green boots, gold kneepads and gold elbow pads.  She was anxious, but excited more than anything.  She just finished watching an old match of her aunt Velvet against Japanese legend Jaguar Yokota.  Aunt Velvet was on the wrong end of a fairly one sided beatdown.  Tonight Peggy was determined to show Japan that McIntyre women could wrestle with the best of them.

As Peggy's music hit she hopped out to a polite applause, but an overall quieter reaction than she hoped to get.  Peggy held her arms out and waved them up and down, trying to get a bit more pop from the audience.  Sure, she wasn't as flash as some.  She wasn't as busy and muscle bound as others, she wasn't skinny, she wasn't fat, she wasn't super lean... she was just a bit curvy.  She did hear a couple whistles from a couple guys as she passed by them right at the entryway but still not much reaction.  "Aw, c'mon Tokyo!  You can do better  n' that!"  Peggy shouted as she reached the ring, climbing up onto the apron and then between the ropes.

Peggy looked at Gemma and smiled.  "Don't worry lass, I will try ta be gentle so I don't break ya too bad."  Peggy said with a wink at her thin foe, then extended her hand.

Gemma nodded along, as Peggy made her way down the ramp. The Irish girl was garnering a modest applause, though it seemed she was expecting something more. The curvy redhead certainly didn't seem to be missing much by way of confidence, especially judging by the smack she talked to Gemma, once she hit the ring.

Gemma put her hands on her hips, and looked Peggy up and down. "Well," Gemma said, huffing a bit, "look at the big brass ones on you, now!" The Brit's face flushed red, irritation showing. "I guess you would have to take it easy one me, and on the rest of the ring, huh?" Gemma reached a hand out, and swatted lightly at Peggy's thigh. She slapped the Irish woman's hip with her fingertips, trying to see if she could get Peggy's thigh jiggling. "These poor rings can only take so much, huh?"

Gemma raised her eyebrows as she looked the Irish lass up and down. She waited for the bell, puffing her chest out, pressing her body right against Peggy's. After Peggy's comment, it seemed as if Gemma was daring the Irish girl to take her lightly.

Peggy sneered at Gemma, and her cheeks flushed as Gemma slapped her thighs.  Sure enough there was a little bit of jiggle.  Peggy wasn't sloppy or chubby.... she just had a soft spot or two, with her inner thighs being what she considered a pesky trouble spot.  "So ya like slappin' me do ya, skinny mini?!"  Peggy growled in frustration.  She stomped in place, highlighting the jiggle of her thighs and backside but mostly her inner thighs.  "So what if I'm a full bodied lady?  I am more than sturdy enough to take whatever a prissy rail like you can hope ta dish out!"

With that, the bell rang and Peggy moved in trying to lock up in a grapple with her slender, speedy foe!

Gemma's jaw dropped in exaggerated shock, as Peggy verbally dressed her down. Cocking an eyebrow, Gemma smirked at her foe. The girl certainly wasn't fat or unattractive by any measure, but Gemma had gotten under her skin and she wasn't going to give that up. Especially after she herself had originally gotten so worked up.

"'Skinny mini!?" she said, voice in faux outrage. "Why, I never!" Before the Brit could camp it up even further, the bell rang and Peggy was on her in a flash. Locked up, Gemma tried to stand her ground. Peggy had some height on her, but Gemma hoped the Irish woman's frustration would lead to a loss of some control. Shifting her weight to one side, Gemma attempted to slide her arms through Peggy's and wrap her arm around the girl's neck. If she could, Gemma would take control of the match with a side headlock.

Peggy's anger led to a stupid mental mistake.... not how she wanted to start off in AFW! "Shit!" She shouted out as she felt the squeeze taking its toll. However, Peggy did realize she was in a good position to change her fortune.... Gemma didn't know who she was messing with, and tonight Peggy was determined to show everyone that she was going to make a mark in Friction! She was also going to make her aunt proud...

Peggy used her right arm to wrap around Gemma's waist, and her other arm went under Gemmas thigh. "get ready for a ride ya thigh-slappin' twig!" Peggy grunted as she grabbed, and began to lift Gemma up, aiming to hit the Brit with a backdrop!

Gemma wrenched on the hold, trying hard to wear Peggy down. For all of Gemma's high flying antics in AFW, it felt good to get over one someone with some classic grappling. Gemma looked out to the edge of the ring, scouting her next move. She could throw her opponent into the ropes, she could take her down to the mat ... Or, it turned out, she could lose control completely.

Gemma felt Peggy's arm clutch her around the thigh, the Irish woman hoisting her right up into the air. "W-whoa! Wait!" she cried out, eyes widening in panic. Gemma released the hold, arms windmilling helplessly in the air as Peggy lifted her straight up.

"Aaaarrrghh!" Gemma cried out, as her body was slammed straight down to the mat. Gemma reached an arm back to nurse her aching spine, body arching so hard her body went into a fully bridge. She looked up at Peggy with wide eyes, knowing there was no time to recover before Peggy could take full advantage of her aching, downed body.

The sweet sound of silence...and her opponents begging as well as shouts of pain. While not a sadist by any stretch, hearing your opponent begging and then making pained cries was terrific for a woman making her debut match in Friction! "Yer almost as good at trash talk as ya are at tryin' to cower in fear Gemma!"

Peggy worked her way back up to her feet, and immediately dropped right back down, looking to plant Peggy into the mat with a sharp elbow drop!

Gemma scowled in frustration, as Peggy picked on her. Shaking her head, Gemma tried to stretch out the last of the aching pain in her spine. "You slag," she gasped, as she tried to rock back up to her backside. The pain was one thing, the insults were another entirely.

"I'll show you cowering, you-" Gemma's words were cut short, however, when she tried to shoot a glare up at the redhead. Gemma turned her wide brown eyes up at just the right moment to see Peggy's elbow come racing down at her. The blow struck Gemma square in the chest, driving the wind out of her sails and planting her hard against the mat yet again. Gemma dropped hard, too, leaving her flat, arms and legs splayed wide apart as she moaned in pain.

Peggy let out a chuckle as Gemma had no answer for her offense yet! Peggy pulled her back to her feet by the hair and wrapped one arm around Gemma's head while grabbing the side of her shorts with her other hand! "No more cowerin' for ya, now you'll just be the one bouncin' off that mat!" Peggy went to lift Gemma up for a vertical suplex, eagerly anticipating the thunderous landing her opponent would have to endure!

If this move hit, Peggy would play tot he crowd a bit. She would mockingly flex her arms and strut around Gemma, even throwing in a little hip shake as she stood next to the fallen British flyer!