Peggy vs. Nebel

Nobel got up, and Peggy put her right back down! She looked on and thought that maybe she could try and end things right here. Peggy pulled Nebel up by the hair and shoved her back against a turnbuckle stomach first before landing a hard shot to her head with her fist! "Stay still for me lass...." Peggy said as she put her hands around Nebel trying to lift her up to a seated position on the top of the turnbuckle. She needed Nebel sitting up top facing away from the ring in order to settle in behind her to attempt her finisher.....

Peggy couldn't think of anything more satisfying right now that delivering a spider suplex from the top to this woman and then frog splashing down onto her chest to put her away....

Schwarz Nebel groaned out loudly as Peggy took a hold of her hair and started to pull and guide her up to her feet and make her move towards the turnbuckle. Once her stomach was pressed against the corner though, the Soldier would grit her teeth, digging deep for strength as she would try and send an elbow back, trying to hit it right into the side of Peggy's skull.

Trying then turn around, facing the Irish fighter as she would try and throw her arm up against Peggy's chin for a European Uppercut! Attempting to stun the Irish Lass and send her staggering backwards. If it worked, she'd take to running at the buxom redhead and try and drive her shoulder right into that gut for a spear!

the elbow strike made Peggy blink and stumble back a step, furious that her plan was now failing her! "Damn it, just stay still..... Arrgghhhh!" Peggy shouted as the uppercut connected. She staggered back and shook her head, trying to adjust her focus. As soon as she did she saw Nebel quickly approaching and it was too late!

Peggy let out a moan as Nebel crashed into her, driving Peggy to the mat with a spear! Peggy had the wind knocked out of her and her momentum came to a halt as well. She was down, hurting and had Nebel on top of her!

Schwarz Nebel ran out and drove her shoulder into that gut, taking Peggy off of her feet and spearing the woman down into the canvas. The blond solider would huff out, looking to get onto her knees by Peggy's legs, trying to slip her arms in under those legs, at the back of Peggy's knees.

She would then try and fold Peggy up, looking to matchbook pin the Irish woman as she'd lean down over that rear of Peggy's, pressing her abs against them as she would hold onto Peggy's ankles to try and effectively pin the woman's shoulders to the canvas.

The referee would quickly slide in next to the two, and slap her hand down against the canvas. " One!..."

Peggy groaned as she was folded over, stuck to the mat in a pin! She flailed and fought but was stuck, still held down by Nebel!

"TWO!"

With a loud scream and exertion she managed to thrust her way out at two and a half, very nearly being defeated by the quick pin of Nebel! Peggy tried to shove Nebel away, doing all she could to scramble up to her feet, still aching and an bit disoriented!

Schwarz Nebel pressed her weight down over Peggy as she had the Irish lass folded up in half, pinning her firmly to the canvas, it was enough to get her a two count! Yet, nothing more as the full of heart fighter managed to kick out and throw the Solider to the side.

The blond Nebel would roll around and get up towards her feet a bit away from Peggy, panting out as she would glare at her. " You're quite a tough one...this is coming down to the wire...fräulein." The Solider pointed out as she would get into her grappling stance, readying herself for the Irish redhead.

After hearing her response, Schwarz Nebel would rush towards Peggy and attempt to run in and throw a forearm strike to Peggy's pretty face.

Peggy gasped as she got up, listening to Nebel. "Right back at ya lass, but you are gonna.... Oomph!" Peggy groaned as she was smashed in the chest with a forearm smash! Peggy hobbled back cradling her chest. If Nebel expected a strike in return she was correct.

If she thought it was going to be a forearm she was mistaken. Peggy spun around raising her leg up as she tried to retaliate with a spinning heel kick right to Nebel's face! Peggy wanted to end this now before Nebel got going again, however if Nebel dodged this Peggy would be in a compromised position!

Smacking Peggy right in her generous rack sent the Irish fighter staggering back and cradling her chest. What came next seemed like a wild shot from Peggy as she raised her leg up and spun around, the wind up of the move was enough to the Soldier to duck underneath the kick, letting it woosh through her blond hair and just missing her head.

Schwarz Nebel then took to closing the gap, pressing her large rack up against Peggy's back, as those arms of her would wrap tightly around Peggy's waist. " Up you go fräulein!!" Schwarz Nebel would shout out as she would try and throw Peggy through the air and down onto her shoulder for a German Suplex! Trying to bridge right after and go for another pin attempt.

Peggy swung, and missed! She could barely let out a yelp of terror as she realized Nebel was now behind her and in good position to crush her! Peggy felt her waist grabbed and before she knew it she was flying through the air and upside down! Peggy cried out as she crashed to the mat, held in place by Nebel!

"ONE! TWO! TH..."

Peggy groaned as she flailed, bucked and kicked finally managing to thrust to the side just in time to break the count! Her head, neck and upper back pulsed with pain after that suplex leaving Peggy in a clearly hurt state as she laid on the mat, struggling to get back up.

Schwarz Nebel's move worked, that beautiful suplex got quite the pop out of the crowd as the German performed what she considered one of her signature specialty, the impact came in the form of a loud thud and then all that the Soldier could see was the sweaty back and shoulders of Peggy.

That green leotard clinging snugly to her buxom frame as Schwarz Nebel's briding body put her own glistening frame on display for the crowd.

The redhead would kick free at the last possible second, leaving Schwarz Nebel to fall on her back and pant. "What is it going to take...*pant*....to defeat you..." the blond let out through her spent breath. She would roll over onto her front, push up to her feet, sweat dripping off of her buxom frame as she would walk up towards the downed Peggy.

Taking a hold of the woman by her braided pony tail and would start to try and guide the Irish fighter up towards her feet. She wanted to finish this soon as she was running on fumes about now.