Old Schoolers: Peggy McIntyre vs. Gemma Faraday (Debut Match!)

Peggy saw the chop coming, but braced herself for the impact. The echo reverberated throughout the arena, and she staggered back again! "AHHHHHH!" Her scream of pain left no doubt as to how the chop felt, its sting matching the loud echo. Peggy was sore as hell now, the chops mounting.

She stepped up and knew she could put her weight and power into another chop, looking to level Gemma! If this didn't do the trick, she wasn't quite sure she would be able to stand up to another one herself....

Gemma looked Peggy over. The Irish lass seemed to be on her last legs, now, about to topple over any moment. At least, Gemma hoped to God that was the case, as she swayed back and forth, boots shaky on the mat.

Peggy's chop came down on her chest hard, lighting her up. "Aaaauuughhh!" the Brit cried out, tears coming from her eyes as she grimaced in pain. The audience cheer was thunderous for that one, as Peggy's blow echoed through the arena.

"D-dammit ..." Gemma staggered, trying to focus. She realized only now that she'd been stupid, trying to match Peggy blow for blow, strength for strength, instead of playing to her own strengths. The match was still on, but the contest was lost. Gemma tried once more to raise her hand for another chop, but instead fell to her knees.

Peggy saw Gemma fall to her knees and moved in to take advantage of this. She scooped Gemma up and held her, walking around the ring and grinning. Peggy used one hand to spank Gemma as she made her lap around the squared circle. "Well well twiggy, whose got the bouncing bubble butt now?!" Peggy said, getting payback for the start when Gemma slapped her thighs to highlight her own jiggling.

Peggy then faced the center of the ring and slammed her foe down as hard as she could! "How'd ya like that one girlie?" Peggy said, standing over Gemma and looking down at her.

"Hhhnn!" Gemma whimpered, as Peggy hoisted her off the mat. Gemma's face blushed bright red with the humiliation of the Irish woman parading her around the ring like a toy. "Wank-bucket scrub slag!" Gemma shouted, her embarrassment and frustration boiling over. Still, she was helpless against what would come next.

"Ah!" she cried out, shocked, as Peggy's hand firmly smacked into her pert bum. "Oww! Ah! H-hey!" Gemma was getting paraded around the ring, now, Peggy working her ass over mercilessly. Gemma's bottom was indeed jiggling, just as Peggy had taunted her, while Gemma's legs kicked and thrashed in a futile effort to get free.

There was a thunderous sound, as Peggy slammed Gemma down to the mat. "Ooowwwie ..." Gemma whined, as the curvy redhead stood over her. Gemma wrapped her arms weakly over her head, trying to hide her shame. "Stooo~op," she whined, rolling over to her side. Completely disarmed for the moment, Gemma was trying to recover physical and emotional strength. The slam had hurt, and her bottom was stinging, but most of the pain came from knowing that she'd been too weak to prevent the humiliating show that Peggy had just made, of her. Things had gotten more than personal, now, and would likely only get worse, from here.

Peggy saw Gemma down, and knew that she had a good weight advantage on the woman. Peggy mounted Gemma and grabbed two fistfuls of hair! "Maybe ya shouldn't a' called me names when I entered the ring lass!" Peggy shouted as she began to slam Gemma's head against the mat over and over!

Sure, this wasn't a classic wrestling move but Peggy knew slamming Gemma's head off the mat wasn't going to feel good for the woman and she was now trying to get a psychological edge on her foe as much as she was trying to gain a physical advantage!

"Aaahhh~aahh~ah!" Gemma wailed, as Peggy pounded her skull against the mat, again and again. The young steampunker's boots were kicking against the mat, pounding the canvas with every slam. "L-leggo!" she shouted.

Things had descended pretty far into rough-housing now, and Gemma was truly beginning to regret the tone the match had gotten started off with. Peggy was dominating her, now, making her look the fool. She looked up, wet eyes staring up at Peggy's figure, trying to find a way out of this predicament. Unfortunately, nothing was presenting itself. At least, nothing legal ...

Gemma closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth. She clasped her hands over the back of her head, trying to protect the back of her skull as best she could. Her best hope was to ride out Peggy's anger, save her strength, and come up with a clever counter as soon as an opening presented itself.

Peggy pounded away at Gemma, and after a moment the referee took action and got Peggy off! "We're wrestlers, not models! If she can't take a little bit o' poundin' then she shouldn't be inside these ropes!" Peggy said angrily to the referee who, in reality, was simply doing their job.

Peggy pulled Gemma up by the hair and whipped her into he corner as hard as she could! Peggy eyed her for a second then charged in fast, lowering herself to drive her shoulder into Gemma's abdomen as she slumped against the corner turnbuckle!

Gemma's arms tightened around her head as Peggy continued pounding her into the mat. Everything about this situation was terrible, for the Brit: the physical domination, the cutting words, the way that the Irish lass had just paraded her around the ring in humiliating fashion.

"Uuggh," Gemma groaned, as Peggy dragged her to her feet. "'Ve faced worse'n you in here, luv ... not b-backin' down, now ..." Still, the Brit was getting her bearings as Peggy whipped her painfully into the corner. "Aaagh!" Gemma cried out, back arching in agony.

Peggy's shoulder duck into Gemma's narrow waist, sitting her up on the turnbuckle. "Uuughhnn!" Gemma wailed. For a second, she rested on Peggy's back, body heaving as she fought to breathe. She had to fight back, no more waiting. Interlocking her fingers, Gemma held her hands high, and then brought them crashing down onto Peggy's lower back, right for the kidneys. It was a desperation move, that she'd hammer down with again and again, hoping to stun the Irish woman and regain some control.

Peggy thought she was in control, but Gemma had other ideas! "Omph! Ugh!" Peggy groaned as the strikes rained down on her back! With each hit she slumped lower, eventually falling to one knee, bent over right in front of Gemma! "D-damn it...." Peggy huffed as she attempted to collect herself despite the throbbing pain.

All things considered, this was the last place Peggy wanted to be against a vengeful opponent like Gemma. She gasped for breath, stunned by the strikes and in prime position for Gemma to exact payback on the Irish grappler!

Gemma was still gasping for air, as she pummeled away at Peggy's back. Being cornered by Peggy, on top of all the insults and beatings she'd just been subjected to, was enough to light a fire under Gemma and get her fighting again. She didn't stop until Peggy was knelt down in front of her, and Gemma finally had a moment to breathe.

Collecting herself, Gemma realized she was still mounted on the middle turnbuckle. With Peggy on one knee, she saw an opportunity. Reaching down, the Brit clutched at the young Irish woman's head, and yanked her up. Both of Gemma's thick boots were planted on the ropes, and she used that for leverage as she tucked Peggy's head under her armpit.

"Let's see," Gemma gasped, "if you think I'm just some 'model' after this, you slag!" With that, Gemma threw herself off the ropes in a twisting jump, swinging her legs around Peggy and trying to drive the redhead's skull into the mat with a tornado DDT.