Hardcore Reckoning: Peggy MacIntyre vs. Gemma Faraday

After the pair of them went crashing through the table, Gemma found herself in a tangle of limbs and electronics equipment. Pulling up the knees was a solid defense, usually perfect. In the ring, at least. Perched on a table far too thin to support two women, however, it was an entirely different story.

Laid out on her back, Gemma looked next to her and could see that Peggy was suffering at least as much as she was. Gemma was coming from behind, on this one, but the combination of gravity and momentum against Gemma's unyielding knees clearly helped take its toll on Peggy. Gemma felt a strange mix of gratitude, and sympathy pain. She'd been there plenty of times, herself. On the other hand, it couldn't have happened to a nicer girl, as far as Gemm was concerned.

Gemma's chest heaved, as she struggled to get some air in her lungs. No time to gloat, no time to soak it in. She had to get on the move, or let this opportunity slip through her fingers. Reaching out, Gemma wrapped her fingers around the first thing she found- a length of black chord. Gripping it in her hand, the Brit swung hard, using it as a whip, snapping it against the flesh of her redheaded opponent's chest. It wouldn't be at full strength, but at this point Gemma was willing to accept whatever pain she could dish out to her waiting foe.

As Peggy was laid out, trying to get her bearings back she saw Gemma standing over her and suddenly felt the sharp lash of Gemma's attack! A sharp, shooting pain arose in Peggys' chest causing her to recoil, squirm and kick as her arms covered her chest! "AHHHHHHHHH!" There was no mistaking the punishment in that scream, Gemma was now on the attack with Peggy on the wrong end of some painful torment!

A referee who had been at the ring came running up, looking frustrated as they were originally informed that the match was to be starting in the ring, not backstage! Now things were official and the hardcore match was underway, although the two had been at it for some time now!

Chest heaving, pain still overwhelming her svelte body, Gemma managed to push herself up to a seated position. Motivation to not spend the entire match on her back was helpful, but the Brit would have been lying to herself if she'd said that hearing Peggy's screams wasn't a helpful motivator. Peering out from beneath her disheveled white bangs, the Brit saw the oncoming referee and chuckled.

"Nice of you to make it," Gemma said, with an exhausted smirk. Then, she turned her attention back to the suffering Irish woman. Gemma's smirk widened. She reeled her hand back, cord still clenched tightly in her fingers.

"Still think jumping me and laying me out on that table was such a great idea, Kerrygold?" With that, Gemma snapped the cord, whip-like, across the length of Peggy's body, once again. "Eh? Eh?" For good measure, Gemma brought the sharp whip down again, then once more. Gemma's voice was clearly trying to sound tougher than she felt, but she hoped the whip would prove an easy enough weapon to keep Peggy at bay, as the young steampunker struggled to regain her strength.

Peggy laid on her back and fwlt thecontinued onslaught! Peggy's only response to Gemma was a high pitched shriek of pain as she dix her st to cover up, writhing on the floor in agony! She felt humiliation at this turn of events, embarassed that her opening attackmhad failed to give her any advantage, let alone lead to her pounding Gemma into submission.

Peggy however was even more stunned than before, and she was on the defensive.... although laying on the floor helplessly made it hard to qualify her position as defensive...

Gemma took a few more deep breaths, as she listened to Peggy's wails of pain. Huffing in irritation, Gemma reflect on how badly she would feel about such harsh blows if this were anyone but Peggy. Still, she had to relent, if only for a moment. Dropping the cord, Gemma rolled onto her hip, and with a moan-inducing push she managed to shove herself back up to her feet.

"Squalling hell," Gemma groaned, planting her hands on her aching lower back. With a wide stretch, Gemma arched her back, trying to relieve some of the pain. Looking back down at Peggy, Gemma shook her head and opted to get back to work. Putting her hand on the steel ladder that Peggy had just used to take her ill-fated moonsault, Gemma gave it a hard shove. A loud clatter rang through the backstage hallways as the ladder came crashing down onto Peggy. Watching this, Gemma would follow up with a hard stomp, driving the steel rungs down hard into Peggy's suffering body.

Peggy heard Gemma stir and kept her eyes on her. As soon as she saw the ladder being grabbed she knew she was in trouble. As soon as it came crashing down Peggy rolled hard to the left with everything she had as the ladder came crashing down next to her! She rolled over to get some distance between her and Gemma, working her way up to her feet by pushing off the floor as quickly as she could. "I ain't done yet ya twiggy little princess. I hope yer ready ta be broken in half!" Peggy shouted threateningly even though she felt like ten miles of rough road herself.

Peggy knew Gemma wasn't going to take this lightly, and decided she had to go back on the offensive. Peggy moved towards Gemma and tried to swing her legs hard into Gemma's abdomen, alternating with a left mid-section kick, followed by one from the right!

"Bloody he-!" Gemma said, just managing to get out that much of her frustration before Peggy was back up, and on her. Unfortunately for the Brit, the Irishwoman was set to stop her short, swinging a thick leg up and out into a hard kick. Gemma had been rushing forward, trying to get her hands on Peggy before the redhead could get back to fighting prime. And catching a hard kick to the belly, for her trouble.

Peggy's leg sank hard into Gemma's svelte belly, doubling her over. Gemma stumbled back, arms tucked tight into her aching belly, legs shaking to keep her upright after the wind had been knocked out of her. "D-damn," Gemma half-whimpered, half-gasped, as she fought to breathe. Peggy was clearly still in this fight, and for the moment, there wasn't much poor Gemma could do about it!

Peggy had to act, and take care of Gemma. This was going to be a brutal match, and Peggy had tombe aggressive to come out on top. Peggy picked Gemma up and held her across her chest. Peggy was not a powerhouse, but she had a bit of weight to her, giving her more strength than most. Peggy wanted to lift Gemma up and bring her back crashing down across her knee!

Staggering back, Gemma couldn't do anything about it as the larger, redheaded woman came bearing down on her. Before the stunned Brit knew it, Peggy was on top of her, scooping her up. Gemma's slender body was all too easy for Peggy to scoop up, able to offer no resistance from her trembling legs as she was yanked up on top of them.

Before Gemma knew it, Peggy had her hoisted up. A quick flash went through the vulnerable Gemma's mind, as she flashed back to every Batman comic she'd red as a kid, as her body was tucked tight and helpless, up against Peggy's chest. She could feel Peggy's arms tucked around her shoulder and between her thighs, holding her precariously over her knee.

"Noooooo!!" Gemma screamed, knowing what horrible move was coming next. Clumsily, Gemma tried to swing a couple of elbows against Peggy's head, trying to weaken her. Unfortunately, Gemma lacked the strength herself to really make those strikes count. Peggy would be able to take her, and bring her down hard and fast with a backbreaker, right across Peggy's knee!

"Ow~!" Gemma whimpered, tears beginning to flow from her eyes. The slender Brit was left draped across Peggy's knee, back arched. Gemma's legs hung limply, her arms dangling around her head. Gemma's supple breasts were threatening to spill out of her top, as she rolled forward, lazily dangling across the Irish woman's leg. Gemma stared out in wide-eyed shock, struggling to process the pain that Peggy had just put her through.

Peggy looked down at Gemma and liked what she saw: Lots of pain. Peggy let Gemma fall to the floor but waste no time jumping up into the air to come crashing back down across Gemma's chest! Peggy laid across the chest and motioned for the referee to head over and start a count! "Just stay down princess, you will never be as good as me...." Peggy hissed as the count initiated!

"One!"

"Yer fat jokes are funny too, cause we all know butterballs can lift up and bring dumb bitches crashing down! You are just like the dumb twiggy girls in school ya know that?" Peggy was letting Gemma and her previous comments get under her skin. In her mind Gemma was just like the pretty popular girls at school who called Peggy chubby. In truth she was not much heavier than she was when she started wrestling a few years ago but she was very out of shape until she was about 16. Gemma's verbal jabs reminded her of that time, which is why Peggy was almost gleeful about dishing out punishment in this match, hoping she was about to get a quick victory over Gemma.