Gemma Faraday vs. Peggy McIntyre: Cage Match!

Peggy looked at Gemma and screamed as she kicked out! "Yer beat ya daft idiot! Just STAY DOWN!"

Peggy got up and pulled Gemma by her hair once more. Peggy was running, guiding Gemma as quickly as she could. Peggy was intent on running straight into the cage, smashing Gemma's head off the steel once more but this time with a lot more momentum!

If this didn't take Gemma out Peggy didn't know what would!

Gemma looked almost shell-shocked, as blood ran down her face. However, she was able to kick out of the pin, looking like she was almost running on the barest fumes. The Brit could only whimper as Peggy grabbed her hair, and hoisted her up yet again.

Gemma swayed weakly in the redhead's grip, looking like she would drop again the second Peggy let her go. She snapped to attention, however, as Peggy started running her to the cage!

The platinum-blonde British Bombshell's eyes widened in horror as she saw the steel cage rushing toward her, again! Instinctively, Gemma lifted her arms over her face, letting them take the impact instead of her poor, bleeding face! Bouncing off the harsh steel, Gemma's arms were left stinging as she fell down. Ther body hung limply over the rope, as she shook her aching head. The impact echoed through the arena, but the suffering Brit was grateful that it hadn't been much worse, for her!

Peggy saw Gemma slumped over the ropes and had an idea. Peggy grabbed the rope and pushed it down as far as she could before snapping it up to slingshot the slumped Brit! "Not so cocky now are ya!?" She screamed as she dislodged Gemma from the ropes!

Peggy looked at the corner turnbuckle, getting another idea. She ran over as quickly as she could, climbing and perching atop to turnbuckle with surprising speed and agility for a woman her size. Peggy posed for the crowd and let out a shout, jumping as high as she could to come crashing down atop Gemma with a diving moonsault!

Gemma sank into the ropes, as she tried to catch her breath. Peggy wouldn't let her rest, unfortunately, and Gemma felt the hard ropes dig into her soft body as the Irish woman prepped them, then slingshot them into her body!

"Aaaugh!" Gemma cried out, as the thick ropes snapped against her and flung her helpless body back to the mat! Laying on her back, wide-eyed and moaning, Gemma looked up just in time to see Peggy go into her next move: a high-flying springboard moonsault!

Gemma knew the move well, having attempted it numerous times. And as such, Gemma knew all the ways it could go wrong! As had been done to her so often before, Gemma lifted her legs over her aching body: instead of landing on Gemma's vulnerable body, Peggy would land on hard, unyielding shins and boots, knocking the wind out of her!

Peggy sailed down and felt like she was about to put Gemam away under her soft abdomen came crashing down on Gremma's knees! "AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Peggy shouted, her ear splitting scream clearly heard over the noise of the crowd! She rolled onto her side, coughing and gasping for breath as pain surged throughout her entire torso!

She looked over at Gemma, seething rage in her eyes mixed with frustration! How dare that bitch do that?! Peggy was in disbelief as Gemma showed more signs of life than Peggy had anticipated, unsure of what was going to happen next!

Gemma's body rocked beneath Peggy, as the thick Irish lass bounced off her hard boots. Gemma let out a low moan, as she uncoiled from her protective position, but it was nothing compared to Peggy's scream of agony. Both girls laid out on the mat a moment, as Gemma struggled to recover just enough to get to her feet.

Eventually, the Brit was upright. Gemma reached out and grabbed the ropes, using them to get herself up. The entire time, Gemma kept her gaze locked on Peggy, looking at her with just as much frustration and determination. Using the ropes for stability, Gemma gave a short sprint. This, leading to a stiff kick that echoed through the arena, as she rocked her boot off of Peggy's face!

Peggy watched Gemma and slowly began to stir, attempting to get up. That was not to happen however as Gemma's speedy offense caught Peggy off guard! The fast, hard kick hammered Peggy right in the face, connecting with her nose! "Argh! NGH!" Peggy moaned as she fell back onto the mat rolling onto her side and grabbing her face!

Peggy writhed and her face throbbed in the aftermath of that ferocious kick! She she did remove her hands blood was visible on them and she knew her nose was broken! She groaned in pain once more, rolling onto her back and looking up at the ceiling lights through her dazed, fuzzy vision.

Gemma brought her sprint to a stumbling stop, after her kick knocked Peggy back to the mat. Still clinging to the rope, Gemma was still struggling to get herself back into the fight. Fortunately, judging from the spray of blood on Gemma's boot, it looked like Peggy was still down on the mat for the moment.

A moment that Gemma would have to take advantage of. Reaching down, Gemma took hold of Peggy by the head, and turned her over, and began hoisting her up. Bracing herself, Gemma wrenched Peggy into a headlock. Chest swelling as she took a deep breath, Gemma planted her boots, took hold of Peggy by the tights, and hefted her up into the air. Yanking Peggy up overhead into a vertical suplex, Gemma brought crashing back-first into the steel cage!

Peggy was stunned and dazed when she was grabbed up and lift into the air. "Augh... no no n-AARRRGGH!" She shouted, her scream echoing throughout the arena as Gemma used the cage to full effect! Peggy flopped down to the mat like a sack of potatoes, dead weight. She felt like she was hit by a truck instead of suplexed into a cage by Gemma..

The girl had clearly put in a lot of work at the gym to the chagrin of Peggy, who was writhing on the mat as a throbbing, downed, bloody mess as her broken nose left a red trail to her upper lip and down her cheek to her ear!

Gemma let out pained moan, as she dropped Peggy off the cage and down to the mat below. Her entire body was aching, and hoisting the curvy woman up into the steel cage had cost her. But, more importantly, it worked. She had landed the move, and Peggy was down and suffering! "Ready to keep calling me weak now, cupcake? Eh? Eh? Nope, too busy screaming."

Gemma knew she had to take this opportunity. Feeling somewhat resurgent, Peggy's howls of pain feuling her confidence, Gemma reached down and wrapped her arms around Peggy's body again. This time, the Brit braced her shoulder just beneath Peggy's chest, hoisted her up to her feet, and then rammed her into the corner turnbuckle! Gemma knew Peggy was too tough to be down completely, but she hoped that bracing her against the turnbuckle would help to set up something much bigger.