Gemma Faraday vs. Teddy Cat Hori: Going Hardcore

Gemma tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head, pigtails flying in every direction. The catgirl was a lot stronger than Gemma had given her credit for, a mistake she really couldn't afford to keep making.

Gemma looked up just in time to see Teddy bouncing off the ropes, arm coming out to drag her down with another lariat. Gemma's head was still spinning from the last one, and at this rate they were going to add up quickly!

Ducking low, Gemma tried to step under Teddy's swing, to let the catgirl go sailing past her toward the opposite ropes. Spinning on her heel, however, Gemma would try to follow close behind. If the catgirl followed through to the next set of ropes, Gemma would try to catch her and send her tumbling over the ropes with a cactus clothesline!

Alright, the last one may not have done it, but this Lariat would put Gemma down!

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DAMNIT!

alright, no matter, just gotta try again, rebound off the-OHGODWHY!?

Such was the thoughts running through Teddy Cat Hori's head as she missed the Lariat and bounced off the ropes, only for Gemma to clothesline both of them over the rope, the pink haired cat girl's body bouncing off of the apron before landing on the padded floor outside the ring, groaning and laying on her front, eyes closed as her body tried to deal with the pain.

As the pair of them fell out of the ring, Gemma worked hard to keep her fall somewhat under control. Not having been caught off-guard like Teddy was helped, but only so much. The Brit could feel her knees aching, a bit, as she landed on them before tumbling to the side.

Getting back up to her knees, she took a second to look Hori over. She almost felt badly for the Teddy Cat, lying there, but a twinge in Gemma's still-aching neck reminded her that there wasn't going to be much room for mercy, tonight. Especially since the match was meant to be hardcore, after all. Gemma watched Teddy trying to recover as she pushed herself back up to her feet. The Brit was beginning to get ideas, remembering that this was a hardcore match, but ideas were going to need set-up.

"Off with you, now, shoo!" the Brit said, waving back a handful of fans near the barricade seperating the audience from the action. All the while, though, she kept an eye on Teddy. Waiting for her to get up, at least partially, Gemma's legs flexed and tensed; once Hori was in position, Gemma would unload on her with a thrusting kick, aimed for the head, in hopes of putting the cat girl down long enough for Gemma to get a bit creative.

Ughh...arena spinning, head throbbing, butt slightly itchy. Things had turned around for the cat lover indeed. Still, she started pushing herself up. While hurt, she wasn't overly damaged, and could still mount some kind of offense once she got to her feet.

She pushed herself partly up, looking up just in time to see Gemma thrust her leg towards her, and then there was an explosion in front of her eyes, tiny winged kitties flying around her head as the pink haired girl laid on the floor, on her back, dazed and groaning as her head throbbed again.

"H-heh heh...flying kitties..."

She murmured, clearly out of it for the moment.

Gemma quirked an eyebrow at Teddy as the poor thing muttered something about "flying kitties," but still breathed a sigh of relief as the cat girl went down. Gemma was trying to take a firmer control on the match, and it was imperative to not just put Teddy on her back for that, but to try and make certain she stayed there.

Turning around, Gemma went back toward the fans. Having cleared enough of them away from the barriacde, the Brit looked the it over. This was her chance to show how in control she actually was. Not just to Teddy, but to the fans. Still feeling a bit burned by the ... compormising position the cat girl's earlier scissor hold had put her in, Gemma was feeling a burning need to do something over-the-top, dominating, and impressive. With a less-than-stellar win/loss record, Gemma needed any credibility she could get, and was willing to go to rather drastic lengths to get it ...

Putting some distance between herself and her opponent, Gemma got a running start, then jumped up to plant her boots on the barricade. Using that as a platform, Gemma threw herself into the air, arcing over into a moonsault aimed squarely at the downed Teddy's toned belly. The barricade didn't have the spring of ring ropes, which is why Gemma wanted to try this early, while her legs still had the strength to pull the move off. Now, the high-flyer sailed through the air, and prayed that the gambit she was running would pay off!

"Heh, go kitties, go fly-OOOOOFF!"

Teddy Cat was brought back to reality when a shadow passed over her, blocking out the images of super adorable kitties with wings flying around, Gemma moonsaulting onto Teddy's barely covered body, causing her limbs to jerk upwards before they fell, the pink haired fighter rolling onto her side and gasping, the wind having been driven out of her by the short range moonsault!

Gemma rolled off of Teddy with an exhausted smile. The Brit's arms were nursing her own aching ribs, the ringside floor having a bit less give than the ring where she'd usually attempt such a move. Still, a quick glance to Teddy's adorable-yet-clearly-suffering body was enough to tell the high flyer that she hadn't gotten the worse, of it.

Rising to her knees, Gemma lifted an arm in celebration to the fans. Quite a few had started cheering her, after that one. More than she would have expected, given her recent track record. With clear difficulty, Gemma got up to her boots, pumping a fist toward the fans, a few times.

She looked down at Teddy. The cat girl was clearly suffering, but Gemma couldn't try to get herself a pinfall. Not this early, in the proceedings, and not outside the ring. With another quick reminder that this was nothing personal, Gemma bit her lip, and got ready to jump again.

"How many lives you have there, kitten?" Gemma asked playfully, before jumping upward. Swinging her legs out, Gemma tried to bring one of her toned gams down hard, straight across Teddy's chest, to further soften the cat girl up. If she could land it, Gemma would pose for the fans, raising a fist for them, while she prepped herself to try and get Hori back into the ring.

"AGGH! My Boobs!"


Teddy let out a pained cry, Gemma's legs falling right across her boobs, an always painful move no matter how many times it happened, she arched her back, kicking her feet on the floor in a kneejerk reaction to the pain, before rolling over to her front, cradling her poor chest, all fantasies of kitties, adorable kitties with wings of justice and honor and flight now gone from her head.

"Ughh...n-now that you crushed my boobs...maybe 6...nya..."

Teddy replied, still getting her wind back and not in a position to get up just yet...though still showing remarkable dedication to her gimmick, despite the pain she was going through.

Watching Teddy writhe on the ringside floor made Gemma grimace. Lightly, the Brit ran her hands over her own breasts, feeling a twinge of sypmathy pain with the suffering catgirl. She did admire how the young Teddy Cat was able to keep in character through it all, but maybe it was time to shift gears, a bit ...

Getting up, Gemma stepped over to Teddy, and gook firm hold of her by her ring gear. One hand taking a fistful of Teddy's top, the other one snatching the cute little cat girl's trunks, Gemma pulled Teddy up to her feet, and began walking her to the ring. The move gave Teddy a bit of a wedgie, but mostly Gemma tried to keep things rather gentle, as she walked the girl back up to the ring, and moved to roll her in under the bottom rope.

No seriously, her boobs. That legdrop stung. Squished the nipples and everything.

Teddy had just been trying to push herself back up when Gemma grabbed and wedgie'd her a little, throwing her under the ropes and into the ring by her outfit.

With a groan, Teddy entered the ring, trying to crawl to the ropes, to use them as an aid to make her way back to her feet.

"First my boobs, then a wedgie? Should I have just wrestled naked-nya?"

She said, trying to add some levity to the situation and lessen her growing concern that she was getting her ass kicked.