Gemma Faraday vs. Teddy Cat Hori: Going Hardcore

Before she knew what was happening, Gemma was trapped between Teddy Cat's thighs yet again. "OH!" Gemma exclaimed, shocked at Hori's aggression. Gemma's boots kicked and pounded the mat as she tried to dislodge herself, to no avail.

Gemma stopped for a moment at Teddy's comment, however. Eyebrow raised, Gemma almost forgot the match in her confusion. A bit of a laugh passed through the members of the crowd that could hear. Then, Gemma felt the pressure of Teddy's lean muscle against her slender neck once more, snapping her back into the moment. The Brit needed a way out of this, and she needed it quick.

"Rrr," she growled, trying her best to sound tough, "let me go!" Gemma thrust her legs upward, trying to flip the pair of them over. If she could get their positions reversed, it should take some of the pressure off, even if it was putting the British girl's pert bum up in the air for the gawking fans. No time to worry about that now, Gemma told herself- if she couldn't get out of this leg scissor, this could be yet another woefully short match, for her! Gemma began pulling back, hands firmly pressed against Teddy's creamy legs, trying to wedge her head free.

"Hrrg...oh everyone shut up!"

Teddy yelled as the crowd giggled at her choice of words, blushing brighter as she tried to move past it.

"W-Woah, hey!"

Teddy yelped, the pink haired cat girl finding herself being rolled over to her front, trying to squeeze the best she could while trying to get her positioning. Reaching out, she tried to grab Gemma's arm if she could, knowing having a hold of it and pulling it out could make it harder for her to escape.

The crowd meanwhile, was just enjoying the view of the British girls fine backside shaking about in the air.

Gemma was getting a little flush, as she tried to wriggle her way to freedom. She could hear the tittering off the audience as her bottom wiggled the rest of her toward freedom, but that came with the territory. The Brit was just going to have to accept that, and keep her focus on Teddy.

Unfortunately, that renewed focus came just a bit too late. She felt the cat girl's hand take hold of her arm, keeping her from using it to pry free of the headscissor.

"Bloody Hell!" Gemma cursed, as she stumbled. Falling to one knee, the Brit was still stuck between Teddy's slender, powerful legs. Her face was going red, in stark contrast to her white hair. Sweat was forming on her brow, as Teddy's powerful and slender legs continued choking the life out of her.

In another effort to work herself free, Gemma opted to shift gears and direction. Pivoting off of her downed knee, Gemma twisted her entire body around, trying to reverse her position in Teddy's grip and loosen the lock that Teddy had on her slender neck, pulling her head out and away in hopes of popping free and getting herself moving again, in this match.

Teddy struggled, squeezed, and generally did everything she could to keep the headscissors locked in, fighting the Human Air Raid as much as she could, but in the end, Gemma was able to twist herself around and pop out of the headscissors, the two girls rolling away from each other.

As Teddy began pushing herself up, she looked over at Gemma, offering her a small smile.

"So, still having fun-nya? Cause I'm having a good time!"

Gemma's struggle finally paid off, as her head popped out from between Teddy's strong yet slender headscissor, causing her to fall back to her bottom. The Brit rolled through, getting back to her boots, allowing her to adopt a low stance. Hands up, she sized up the cat girl, trying to get a read on her.

Finding her smiling was a bit unnerving, but her words threw Gemma off a little bit, too. She failed to suppress a grin, finding herself having some fun with this match, too. "Maybe ..." Gemma teased, before trying to lunge and catch Teddy's wrist with all the speed she could muster. "Let's see how fun this will be!" If she could latch on to the cat girl's wrist, Gemma would turn, flinging Teddy against the ropes with an Irish whip, attempting to pick up the pace of the match.

Teddy had just stepped closer to her opponent, hoping to grab her and try to slam her down, maybe to try and trap her back in that scissor hold again.

Gemma had other plans though, grabbing Teddy's arm and throwing her, with the Irish Whip, a move that had viciously devastated her people for generations!

...of course, given that "her people" were cats, that made more sense. What sort of mean and cruel person would irish whip an adorable kitty anyway!?

Bouncing off the ropes, Teddy would rebound back towards Gemma, throwing her arm out in a wide arc, trying to turn the move in her favor by swinging out and possibly taking Gemma out with a big Lariat early on!

As Gemma sent Teddy sailing into the ring ropes, she was grinning from ear to ear. It had been some time since she'd actually been allowed to enjoy herself in the ring, and she planned on making the most of it. Centering herself, Gemma bent at the knees, readying to launch herself off the mat for a headscissor takedown, as soon as Teddy came bouncing back to her.

Unfortunately, the steampunker had miscalculated. Gemma's eyes widened as she looked up, seeing Teddy come barrelling back at her with an arm extended for a lariat. The white-haired Brit didn't even get her boots off the ground before Teddy's clothesline slammed her straight across the chest.

"OOOFF!" Gemma sputtered, wincing as the cute little cat girl deftly took her right off her boots. Gemma's back planted hard across the mat, and she was left staring at the arena lights.

Teddy let out a half battle cry, half cry of surprise as her arm smacked hard into Gemma's body, dropping her with the hard Lariat, blinking and looking down in surprise at Gemma's body.

It worked!? That Lariat never worked! Sweet Holy Kitties it worked!


"Nya!"

Teddy yelled, raising an arm up for the crowd before dropping down and hooking the super cute Gemma's leg for a pin attempt!

"Nnghh ..." Gemma moaned, trying to get her breath back. With a rather baffled expression, Gemma turned her gaze toward Teddy. It was one thing when the catgirl was being adorable while the pair were playing to the crowd. It was another thing for her to be adorable while kicking Gemma's ass.

Quickly, though, Teddy had her hooked. Gemma kicked out more out of shock, than anything else, hoping she could get her shoulder up and shove Teddy off of her before the ref even got down to start the count.

"Damn," Gemma said, as she pushed herself back to her feet, "kitten has claws!" The was still rubbing the pain out of her chest, but keeping a wary eye on Teddy, trying to ready herself to counter whatever the catgirl would throw at her next.

"Nya!"

Was the kitty girls reply. Her excitement at finally hitting her Lariat, a move she had been looking forward to doing and had built up her light arm muscle to make effective during her training before joining AFW, was nullified by Gemma kicking out before even a one count.

Then again, she shouldn't have been surprised. The match had barely started after all. Watching Gemma pushing herself back to her feet, Teddy ran away, bouncing off the ropes and rebounding towards Gemma again, swinging her arm out to try another Lariat!