Gemma Faraday vs. Teddy Cat Hori: Going Hardcore

Teddy's comment made Gemma blush, as she pushed Teddy into the ring. Turning back to the outside, Gemma quirked an eyebrow and offered at shrug at the crowd, several of whom were chuckling at the cat girl's comments. The Brit really did admire Teddy's sense of humor, in this situation. By now, Gemma would have been doing a lot let cute joking, and a lot more swearing and crying.

Couldn't let herself get distracted now, though. Heading back to that front row where she'd disbursed the crowd before, Gemma looked about for an open chair. With a sweet smile, a flirty wink and just the slightest blown kiss, the Brit actually managed to get a young fanboy out of his seat, allowing her to take the steel chair with her, over the barricade.

Still more of a mind to impress than brutalize, the white-haired Brit's brain was abuzz with possibilities for dives she could do, off this thing. She slid it under the bottom rope, then rolled in after it. Of course, all of this time, the Brit might have gotten a little cocky. Might have forgotten about Teddy completely, and might have allowed her to recover a bit too much. For now, though, Gemma's thoughts were on picking up her new chair, and what she might be able to do with it.

Grabbing the ropes, Teddy was able to pull herself up to her feet, her head and body still sore, but slowly dulling itself. She had taken some blows, and her boobs still stung like hell, but she wasn't beaten just yet.

The sight of a chair being slid into the ring caught her eye, as Gemma slid in after it. Realizing the risk a chair presented, Teddy moved through the pain, grabbing Gemma from behind, wrapping her arms around her waist and using her impressive power to throw the girl backwards, chair and all, in a german suplex!

Gemma was so caught up in planning out her upcoming chair moves, that it took the wrapping of two small, yet highly toned, arms around her waist to snap her back to reality. Before the Brit knew it, those arms were digging into her soft belly, and hoisting her upward.

"Uh, oh!" She exclaimed, feeling her body get trapped against Teddy's toned figure as her boots left the mat. "Oooh, oh- bum!" Gemma's legs bucked and kicked helplessly, as her vulnerable body was hoisted up and over, then slammed into the ring with resounding force.

Gemma's head hit the mat hard, the crash echoing through the arena. Gemma rolled over, not realizing that her panicked hands hadn't released the chair! Gemma's body rolled over onto it hard, the soft skin of her chest pinched in the folds of the chair, adding further agony and humiliation to her predicament. Rolling off the chair holding her chest, Gemma was wincing and whimpering in agony. Only having the strenght to kick her boots against the mat in pain, the white-haired Brit's fortunes had reversed in an instant, leaving her at Teddy's mercy.

Whew, that was good. Finally hitting a big move was a nice feeling, even as she had to sympathize with the girl on the mat.

Grabbing Gemma by her arm, not mean enough to grab her hair, Teddy pulled her back up to her feet, quickly setting her up in a front face lock and grabbing her outfit, pulling on it as she lifted her up in the air and fell back, dropping her back first onto the chair with a suplex!

After, the catgirl would cover Gemma while she was still on the chair, trying for a pin.

"Nya-plex for the win!"

Gemma groaned as Teddy grasped her arm, and yanked her back up to her boots. Still dizzy from taking that suplex- and chiding herself for rolling onto that chair like an idiot- the Brit was all too pliable in the cat girl's grip. Caught in Teddy's grip, there was nothing Gemma could do as Teddy hoisted her up and over, body hanging lean in the air for a moment until Teddy brought her crashing down onto the chair with a hard suplex.

"Aaaawwwh!" Gemma screamed, back arching in agony with the collission. And of course, Teddy was right on top of her, pinning her down on the chair. The ref came down, and the count started.

"ONE!" Gemma's fingertips shook, but she did nothing. Trying to conserve her strength, she knew she'd only get one shot at kicking out of a move like that, and she couldn't let herself blow it.

"TWO!" The fans were silent, in anticipation. The match had been a rare example of the Brit having been dominating a match, having the upper hand. Was it all going to end so quickly?

Finally, with the ref's hand held high before the third count, Gemma mustered her remaining strength and punched at the air. Shoulder up, she kept her fist in the air, a clear signal to the ref, the fans, and hopefully her opponent that the white-haired Brit wasn't out of the fight, just yet!

Yes, Yessss...DAMNIT!


Gemma was earning her stripes for certain, kicking out of a pain suplex like that. Teddy had been slammed on a chair before and it hurt like all hell. For Gemma to kick out and want to keep fighting on, Teddy was pretty impressed. The catgirl couldn't help but admire her opponents fighting spirit.


Or at least, she WOULD, if the woman wasn't insisting on showing said spirit in a match Teddy wanted to win!

"No hard feelings about this..."

Teddy said, before getting up and moving to the turnbuckle, leaving the white haired girl still laying on top of the chair as she climbed the turnbuckle. Standing on the top rope, she raised her arms up, doing her famous kitty ears for her fans.

"Alright! Time to show you a kitty can fly! Nya-Nya Elbow!"

She called, before leaping off the top turnbuckle, facing sideways and sticking her arm out, trying to land her elbow right between (or possibly on) Gemma's breasts!

Gemma was as surprised as anyone else that she'd managed to kick out of that one. The white-haired Brit simply lay back, chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her eyes fluttered open and shut, tearing up as she fought to regain her strength and get moving again. "S-scruming bugger-all, bum-rumpling ..." she cursed with every gasp for air, not even paying attention to Teddy getting into position to make her night all that much worse ...

The rising voices in the crowd were Gemma's first clue that something bad was about to come down on her. Adorable and fun, generally, but quite bad. And sure enough, Teddy Cat's elbow drove straight into Gemma's soft, vulnerable chest with pinpoint accuracy, sending waves of absolute agony through the lithe Brit's already-suffering body.

"Eeeearrrghhhh! Awwww, hell! Crotchsqualling hell!" Gemma wailed, as her body felt crushed between the diving Teddy Cat and the steel chair. The pain was agonizing, wracking Gemma with spasms of blinding pain and sobs of sheer misery. Kicking and convulsing in the most undignified, don't-give-a-damn-because-she-felt-like-dying way, Gemma rolled off the chair, and tried to roll away from Hori.

Gemma had been subjected to some miserable things in her wrestling career, and some physically devastating blows, but this was definitely up there. With whatever conscious thought she could muster, the Brit tried to roll her convulsing, aching body away from Teddy, away from that damned chair, and right out of the ring. Retreating as quickly as she could, the white-haired Brit wouldn't stop until Teddy caught her, or she landed back down on the ringside floor.

Teddy laid on the mat for a couple minutes after, the landing taking the wind out of her as well.

When she got up, she'd look around, wondering just where Gemma had gotten too. Finally peeking her head outside the ring (in a curious catlike manner of course) she winced as she found the whimpering Gemma laying outside the ring.

"y-your not dead right? Please don't be dead...need a medic?"

She asked, concerned she had gone too far and not just hurt Gemma (which was acceptable since...fighting and all) but legit broke something or otherwise injured the woman (which was not acceptable, because Teddy wasn't an evil bitch that got off on hurting people.)

The ref girl watched carefully, prepared to raise an "X" and get Gemma a medic if she couldn't continue.

Down on the mat, Gemma was gasping like she was drowning.  Her eyes watered to the point that thin streams had made their way entirely down her face, and began dripping to the mat below.  The Brit pushed herself up to her knees, both arms still wrapped tightly around her aching breasts.

"Hell's Bells," she gasped, loudly, "they're not even fake and I think she popped one ..."  Through wet eyes, Gemma could see Teddy's little cat head poking out over the apron, looking down with concern. "At least she's not trying to kill me ..."  Gemma muttered, as she started pushing herself up to her feet.

The ref was there too, looking on with interest, waiting to see if she had to signal for a quick finish.  The crowd seemed to be waiting with baited breath, as well; would Gemma give up here, or did the Brit actually have more to give?

With visible effort, Gemma eventually pushed herself back up to her feet.  As the ref leaned in, Gemma reached out a hand, and waved her off.  "C'mon now, you," she said, raising her dukes like she had at the start of the match, "bein' bloody adorable isn't going to save you from a beat-down, for that one!"  In truth, Gemma wanted to find a nice, cool corner to just lie down and die in.  But she wasn't ready to give up, yet, not that easily.

"Yay! You're not dead-Nya!" Teddy yelled, coming in close and, if Gemma didn't move away, grabbing the girl in a hug, thankful she hadn't seriously injured her delightful opponent.

The crowd, surprisingly, went "Awwww" at the sight, several taking pictures of the cute moment before Teddy let Gemma go, bouncing back...and slipping on the chair on the mat, yelping as she fell to her butt, earning a laugh as she rubbed the back of her head and blushed.

"Heh...sorry...so uh, yeah if you can still go, then we'll go!"

She said, the ref stepping back to get out of the way as Teddy started to get back up, getting her arms up in a grappling stance if Gemma didn't attack her first.