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

Peggy struggled against Gemma's positioning as much as she could while her torso throbbed. Her struggles were in vain. Peggy went flying down straight into the mat head-first! "AAHHHHHHH!" She screamed out in agony as she grabbed her head with both hands and kicked the mat with her feet in pain!

Wrestling was a very funny thing, with momentum changing hands very quickly! Peggy felt like she was letting this slip away as she laid on the mat reeling from the nasty, devastating tornado DDT!

The whole world became a blur of light and motion, as Gemma followed through with the DDT and the two young women came crashing to the mat. The crowd showed their appreciation for the flashy move with a chorus of cheers. The sound of their bodies hitting the ring echoed through the arena, as they both hit the mat with full force.

Gemma laid sprawled out, arms and legs spread eagle, after following through with the impact. The young Brit's chest was heaving, straining against her sweat-stained top, as she fought to gather her breath. Peggy had been taking it to Gemma so hard and fast that any kind of respite was all to welcome.

Just like Peggy, Gemma's boots pounded against the mat. The Brit draped a slender arm over her face, as she tried to gather her strength. She wasn't getting beaten on any further, but she still needed a breather before she could even think of getting back up. "Ugghh," she moaned, rolling onto her side. The ref, meanwhile, was starting to wonder if either girl could continue, from here.

"ONE!" the ref cried, lifting both hands into the air. Someone would have to answer the call, before she would continue the match. "TWO!"

Peggy kept laying on the mat.... at least as she kicked in pain her opponent was too out of it to poke more fun at her figure....

"Three!"

Peggy groaned as she rolled over to the ropes. Her head was swimming and she knew she could use all the help she could get to get up.

"Four!"

Peggy reached up with her arms, her head seeming as if her skull was cracked, with the throbbing so intense that it felt like her brain was trying to burst out. She pulled on the ropes, grunting as she exerted all the effort she could to pull. Peggy fell straight back down to the mat. Peggy needed to regroup, and took a few deep breaths. It was then that she first noticed the count!

"Five!"

Not good. Not good at all!

Flat on her back, staring up at the lights, Gemma was praying that the arena would stop spinning before the ref's count reached ten. Slowly, rhythmically, the steampunker pounded a boot on the mat, tyring to rouse the crowd. Hoping that something, anything but the pain coursing through her body, would help her get back to reality.

"SIX!"

The crowd clapped along, trying to will both women to their feet. The match had been intense, and it seemed both girls were giving their all. Gemma's chest was heaving, as she caught her breath. She balled her small hands into fists, grit her teeth, and tried to force herself to finally get back to her feet.

"SEVEN!"

Finally, Gemma threw up an arm, looking as if she was trying to kick out against her own pain. Reaching, the Brit got her shoulder up off the mat. Her body was quivering with the effort, but she'd finally been regaining enough strength to get back into this fight. Getting back onto her knees, Gemma looked across the ring for Peggy, hoping to take stock of the Irish woman's state, and form a plan for where to go, next.

Peggy reached up with both arms, grabbing onto the rope! She kept hold and pulled herself up to a sitting position!

"Eight!"

"Argh! Damn.... come on Peggy!" The young rookie shouted to herself, trying to spur herself on. She maneuvered her legs underneath and kept hold of the ropes to balance herself.

"Nine!"

Peggy pushed up with her legs, slowly coming to a standing position, the world still a bit of a hazy blur but much more clear than it had been moments ago! The referees count stopped as Peggy was now up, a bit stumbly and wobbly... but still on her own two feet without needing the ropes anymore. "All right ya little twiggy pain in the ass where are ya..." Peggy said under her breath as she brought her fists up and looked for Gemma. Peggy wanted to suplex the Brit into oblivion, but part of her would settle for pounding her face in...

Gemma watched through sweat-soaked bangs, as Peggy pulled herself off the mat and beat the count. In truth, she couldn't be shocked or angry that Peggy beat the count; after all of this, there was no way that move alone was going to keep the Irish woman down. Gemma would have been disappointed if it had.

Gemma glared at Peggy from beneath her dangling white bangs, bracing herself as the redhead got off the ropes. Taking one more breath to gather her strength, the young Brit then moved in on the attack.

While Peggy was looking for Gemma, the girl was already laying in. Gemma swung a hard and fast kick, aimed right at her lower back. Then, if that landed, another toward the Irish lass' chest. And another. Gemma wanted to wear her opponent down, soften her up, before daring to try and commit to anything else. "C'mon, Kergold," Gemma grunted, as she lashed out with her toned legs, "I'm right! In front! Of you!"

Peggy felt a sharp pain in her lower back, causing her to each back, letting out a cry of pain! However, her exposed chest was now wide open as one kick sent her staggering back, and the second sent her straight back to the mat!

Peggy hit the canvass with a resounding thud, grabbing her chest and kicking in pain once more! "Ahhhh! D-damn you...." Peggy cursed and grit her teeth, trying to get back to her feet. This was going from bad to worse.... She had to do something and soon!

Gemma was still struggling as she planted Peggy down against the mat once more. Gemma's body was aching, her strikes lacking her full strength, but it seemed to be enough, for now. With a renewed vigor, the young steampunker was getting herself back into the fight.

Reaching out, Gemma snatched hold of Peggy's ankles. Leaning back, she held the young Irish woman for a moment in a jacknife position, legs over her body. "Come on now, luv," Gemma said, with an exhausted grin, "you know you're loving this, now!" Then, with a hop, Gemma jumped off of her boots, extended her legs, and brought them down onto the backs of Peggy's stretched thighs with a double-leg drop, slamming into the girl and rolling away in a few quick, fluid motions.

Peggy let out a howl of pain as Gemma now had her on the defensive! Peggy rolled onto her side, still crying out as she was hurting pretty badly. "Shut up... I'll put ya in yer place yet!" Peggy called out as she tried to get up to her aching feet.

Peggy had to do something, and fast. If she was able to get to her feet without Gemma moving in for any additional offense, Peggy would take matters into her own hands... trying to land a hard punch to Gemma's mid-section, followed by another and a third! If she could get those strikes to connect, a hard right to the jaw would follow!

Gemma rolled back up to her feet quickly, knowing she couldn't waste much more time. She had Peggy rolling, now, and an advantage like that wouldn't last for long. Still, she couldn't help but enjoy herself, just a little more.

"Oh, I know that, luv," she taunted, "consider me well in my place, then! Right on top of you!" Gemma reached out, and took Peggy by the back of her head. The idea was to get the Irish woman back on her feet, get the match rolling again with her opponent reeling. Shame it didn't work out, that way.

"OOOofff!" Gemma grunted, loudly, as Peggy's fist slammed hard into her bare belly. Gemma stumbled, a second, then lost her grip on the redhead as a second blow knocked the air out of her. "UHHNN!" Peggy's fists sank into Gemma's soft tummy again and again, forcing the Brit to back off. After the third strike, Gemma was doubled over, staggering away from Peggy, trying to keep her balance on wobbly, outstretched legs. Which put the Brit right in position for Peggy's uppercut, connecting with Gemma's jaw with a loud crack. Gemma flailed back helplessly, hitting her back. Gemma lay there, arms and legs spread eagle as she stare at the arena lights in stunned silence.