Hardcore Reckoning: Peggy MacIntyre vs. Gemma Faraday

Gemma couldn't help but enjoy the mudhole she was stomping out of Peggy, after eveything the pair of them had put one another through. Even moreso, now that the string of insults and threats was coming streaming out of the Irish woman's throat! Still, not all good things last forever, and Gemma knew that stomps weren't going to get her this win.

With Peggy nursing her suffering body on the floor, Gemma backed off. It was time to go looking for something, again. Something bigger. Something that might help her finally cement a lead in this match. Casting a quick glance at the crates, which had ended up every bit as cracked as Peggy herself from her fall, were slightly open. Prying the top off the rest of the way, Gemma was pleased with what she found inside: a fresh shipment of the heavy cables used in ring construction! With a hard yank, Gemma began pulling the length of cord from the crate. Bringing a length of it over to the suffering Peggy, Gemma would get to work wrapping it around the young Irish woman's neck, mounting her in a modified camel clutch position to try and choke the life out of the already-suffering redhead!

Peggy was struggling to get up, and as she worked her way up to her hands and knees she unwittingly put herself in a great position for Gemma to lock in the camel clutch! Peggy grasped at the cable, realizing with horror that she couldn't simply pry that apart the way she could the smaller Gemma's hands! Peggy let out weak grunts and groans as she struggled against the hold!

No rope break, she couldn't power out.... Peggy was in a terrible spot! The pain mounted and her face went from white to red as the hold was locked down! Her air supply was being cut and Peggy had no idea how to get out of this!

Cranking on the cable for all her might, Gemma listened to the pained sounds escaping Peggy's body. Resting her bum on the Irish woman's lower back, Gemma was enjoying her moment of domination over her fiesty, redheaded foe. Gemma's slender arms tensed and flexed as cranked on the hold, pulling the cable with all her might, trying to choke as much life out of Peggy as she could, several long moments of back-bending, neck-constricting torture!

"Who's feeling weak now, luv?" Gemma asked, "Eh? Who's the weak one, eh?" Still, Gemma knew she couldn't keep this up forever. The cable was heavy, and Peggy still had some fight left in her. Straddling her opponent's back, Gemma kept a keen eye on her foe, and waited for her desperate thrashings to die down. When she seemed to have the powerful Irish woman worn down, Gemma would dismount, but keep the rope wrapped around tight, as she would try to pull the Irish woman off the floor. Casing en eye around the backstage area, Gemma was keen on her next move, she just needed to keep her opponent pliable enough to get things in place.

Peggy struggled in vain as Gemma kept up the pressure! She was in a total daze from the lack of oxygen, and nearly in a state of unconsciousness when Gemma let up, keeping the cable around her neck and pulling Peggy up to her feet. Peggy was dead weight, struggling simply to stay conscious!

Peggy hobbled along limp legged, unable to resist against anything Gemma was doing!

Gemma hoisted and pulled, and eventually got Peggy up to her feet. The Brit still held tight to the long rope cable, using it to keep Peggy pliable and malleable enough to get the Irish woman right where she wanted her. Gemma's usually pristine white hair was matted with sweat, her chest heaving against her top as she herself gasped for air. It had been an intense brawl, and neither woman was near 100%, but Gemma pressed on and tried to keep her advantage over her oxygen-deprived foe.

Pulling Peggy along, Gemma took the suffering redhead to a folding table, arrayed with paperwork, drinks, and more. Heedless of the protests of the production staff, Gemma flexed her arms, swung hard on the rope, and tried to bring Peggy's curvaceous figure slamming down onto the table. If she could manage that, Gemma would finally release the rope, and go looking for the next implement in the her plan, staggering down the hall until she could find herself a tall enough ladder.

Peggy was practically unaware of her surroundings, stumbling along until she was tossed on top of a table! As her throat opened up she coughed, gagged and gasped for breath bringing her hands up to her throat! She was still in a light headed daze, and her body ached whenever she tried to move at all. She just need a minute to recover, and with Gemma gone Peggy tried to take advantage of the down time!

However, she was still so out of it that she didn't notice Gemma returning with a ladder in her hands! Even if she did, Peggy was so weakened by this point that she would be able to do very little about her bad situation!

Setting the ladder up to loom over Peggy's prone body, Gemma took a moment to catch her breath. She'd recovered a bit from the savage beating that Peggy had given her, but it took everything Gemma had to ignore her aching cranium. For good measure, Gemma gave a hard yank of the cord around Peggy's neck, slamming a forearm into the poor redhead's belly. "Putting you down for good this time, you slag!" Gemma threatened, her voice hoarse from the screams that Peggy had been forcing out of her, all night.

Backing into the ladder, Gemma wrapped her hands around the edges, and slowly began to climb the thing, step by step. Peggy had rocked her little blonde head hard, tonight, and Gemma tried to take care not to let dizziness drop her off the ladder before she was ready. Soon, however, the Brit had ascended to the top. Taking a deep breath, Gemma stood warily to her full height, and looked down at the prone Peggy. She held out one finger, even if she wasn't surrounded by a crowd that was going to see it, before she flexed her legs. With a final push, Gemma launched herself from her perch, coming down hard and fast with the Bomber Run, her signature 450 splash, aiming to drive herself right into Peggy's body, through the table below!

Peggy was struggling to regain full consciousness, getting a jolt from Gemma's shot to her gut. As her vision finally unclouded, her head stopped swimming and her eyes finally fully focused. She barely had time to register the shock she fwlt on her face as she saw Gemma already mid-air spirallingstraight down at her! Peggys scream of pain, as well as the thunderous cracking of the table snapping in half echoed down the hallways!

Peggy fwlt like her torso itself was snapped in half as she laid motionless on the floor amidst what was left of the table with Gemma on top of her! Indeed, the Irish woman showed no signs of movement save for hwr arms weakly moving up to cover her face.

The rush of air filled Gemma's ears, as she came hurtling downward. Normally, she would be pulling this move off in the relative safety of a ring, not onto a folding table that she was expecting to shatter on impact! But, she had pushed all concerns and reservations out of her mind, her anger and desperation to put Peggy down overcoming all other concerns. The Brit wanted this win, and she wanted it badly!

The world exploded into screams and shattering wood, as Gemma stuck the landing and drove her falling body right through Peggys' midsection. The two women laid out in the shattered remains of the table, in dead silence. Officials and stage hands gathered around them in silence, while they lay there.

After a long moment, Gemma pushed herself up onto her hands, then her knees. The Brit wrapped her arms around her aching chest; that move always did a great deal of damage to her opponents, but at some cost to herself. And she had never once paid that price, in such a brutal, hardcore environment! Seeing a ref girl come running over, Gemma went back down. Reaching out, she took hold of one of Peggy's thick, soft legs, and hooked it up for a pinfall attempt.

"ONE!"

Peggy fwlt Gemma lay atop her chest and hook a leg! Her arms still craddled her head as she weakly kicked the floor with her free leg!

"Two!"

Peggy struggled meekly against the pin, her leg raising up then falling limply to the floor. "Ngh.....no no no......" she muttered as the referees hand went back up....

"Three!"

.......and came down, giving Gemma the prissy princess, the twiggy bitch a victory over Peggy! Pwggy let out one last moan, keeping her face covered. Pain, agony, shame and humiliation all led to tears forming in her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for her hated and victorious rival to see that.