Gemma Faraday vs. Peggy McIntyre: Cage Match!

Peggy was hurting, but she was aware of her surroundings. She saw Gemma jump up at the cage an begin to fly back at her. Peggy quickly rolled out of the way leaving Gemma to connect with nothing but the mat! Still, Peggy was impressed with the choice of move. She was a fan of the leg drop, her thick thighs having dished out damage in that fashion quite a few times!

"I love yer choice of moves but leave the classic stuff to a woman who can actually pull it off!" Peggy shouted as she yanked Gemma up by the hair. Peggy bent down to put a hand between Gemma's legs and another around her shoulder, picking her right up off the ground! Peggy walked around to show Gemma off like a trophy, tauntingly smacking her backside before slamming her down as hard as she could!

"Aughh!" Gemma cried out, as her butt bounced off the mat. "Bloody, ugh, bumsqualling slag-" Gemma had flown through the air, expecting fully that she was going to be met with Peggy's helpless body, not the unforgiving mat. Instead, pain had shot up from her tailbone, all the way through her body, leaving her whimpering and reeling!

Gemma tried to struggle her way up quickly, but just couldn't. Back arched, hands nursing her aching bottom, the Brit was helpless against the Irish woman. Before she could come off with a snarky response to Peggy's taunting, unfortunately, the redhead hoisted Gemma's vulnerable body up off the mat like she was nothing.

"N-no, leggo!" Gemma protested, arms flailing uselessly as Peggy put her on display. This was hardly how Gemma wanted to start the match, the powerful Peggy showing her off like she was nothing! "Nooo~" Gemma whined, as Peggy's hand smacked loudly off her toned bum, before slamming her down decisively, to the mat. Gemma arched her spine again, hands nursing her aching lower back. "Nnngh!" Gemma groaned, supremely frustrated. Still, Gemma knew full well that the Irish woman had caught her on her own stupid mistake, and now Gemma was going to have to pay the price.

Peggy grinned as she had Gemma down on the mat. Now if Gemma wanted to see a leg drop Peggy was about to show her how it was done! "You are gonna regret ever actin' like ya own this ring, and actin' like you are better n' me inside it!" Peggy shouted as she jumped up into the air extending her legs!

Peggy wanted to bring her thick thigh crashing down across Gemma's neck more than anything! Leave the classic moves to a woman with ties to that era, or so Peggy thought as she was mid-air!

"Hhnn, you insufferable cow!" Gemma hissed, hands still trying to work the kinks out of her aching lower back. The Brit knew she'd screwed up, and she knew it was bad. Most frustratingly, though, she knew she couldn't just pop right back up, after the slam Peggy had just put her down with.

Gemma looked up at Peggy, having just suffered her insults. Before Gemma could throw some of her own, however, she saw the curvaceous redhead jump into the air with a leg drop of her own!

"N-no! No!" Gemma cried out, shocked and suddenly very, very afraid. In her state, though, there wasn't much more she could do than stare up in wide-eyed terror as Peggy came crashing down onto her!

Gemma felt Peggy's powerful leg slam into her, smashing her body helplessly into the mat. Gemma's legs shot up into the air, before flopping down to the mat. Lifting her arms up to her aching neck, Gemma winced in agony, hoping and praying that Peggy hadn't done lasting damage with that leg drop.

Peggy saw the damage her legs had done and decided that she could easily do more of the same! "Ya can't run that mouth o' yours if ya can't breathe!"

Peggy, still near Gemma, tried to wrap her legs around Gemma's neck and begin to squeeze away! She let out a shout as she put everything she had into choking out Gemma right here and now! "Just give it up ya twiggy punk!" Peggy shouted as she tried to get Gemma to submit, or pass out!

Gemma was gasping for air like a fish, after Peggy's leg drop. Frustrated, Gemma tried to push her body off the mat, but the blow had left her stunned, disoriented. In no shape to get herself out of the way, before Peggy trapped her in a leg lock!

"Aahh!" Gemma cried out, as Peggy's powerful thighs- the thighs Gemma had been so rude about, in their first encounter- wrapped tight around her neck. Gemma's eyes widened as she realized what was happening, and she let out a choked sob as Peggy clenched her strong legs around Gemma's slender throat! "S-sod off, dammit," she managed to gasp, face reddening, her legs bucking and kicking wildly to try and buck herself free of Peggy's dominating head scissor!

Peggy felt gem's desperate attempts to escape the scissor hold, but she was not about to let her foe off that easily! "Nice try lass, too bad its not enough!" Peggy said through her grit teeth. Truth be told, Gemma was making this far from easy for her, and her attempts didn't lead to an immediate escape although the hold was not as tight as Peggy would have liked.

Still, she wasn't about to let her opponent get any sort of morale boost. Peggy wanted to put Gemma away here and now!

Frustrated, Gemma seemed to be caught hard in Peggy's leg lock. The British girl was reduced to squirming, struggling against Peggy's powerful legs while the Irish lass got to sit pretty. Gemma had her hands on Peggy's thick thighs. Her boots were planted on the mat, with her legs flexing and tensing as she tried in vain to bridge out out of the hold. Over and over again, Gemma tried to writhe free. An absolutely futile move, only serving to tire herself out and give the fans a humiliatingly compromising view of her body, as Gemma's repetitive leg motion wedgied her shorts up, Gemma's situation going from bad to worse!

Gemma grit her teeth, and tried to conserve the last of her energy. Her frustration had gotten the best of her, and she had to fight smarter if she was going to survive. Taking a second to center herself, Gemma tensed her core, then threw one of her legs over the other. Trying to flip her body behind it, Gemma tried to twist her body and, hopefully, pop her head right out of Peggy's powerful grip!

Peggy thought she had Gemma right where she wanted her, but her grip weakened as Gemma fought valiantly to escape! Suddenly, Gemma's gead slid free in one big thrust! Her escape was so forceful that Peggy rolles backwards in a dizzying spin!

She stumbled up to her feet, clearly disoriented and speechless as dhe shook her head, rubbing her temples in a vain effort to clear her spinning vision!

Gemma gasped, as her head finally managed to pop free of Peggy's punishing grip! Rolling backward, the Brit landed on her bum, but scrambled quickly to her feet. The redness diminishing from her face, Gemma gasped for air.

Looking at her opponent, Gemma could see the bewilderment in Peggy's eyes, and knew her opponent was off-guard. "Just thought I'd lie there and die, eh?" Gemma asked, frustration in her voice. Bracing her feet on the mat, the Brit stepped forward, and aimed to plant a stiff thrust kick right to the Irish woman's stunned face!