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

Peggy stumbled over to Gemma, barely able to walk upright at this point. To say that she was running on empty was an understatement. However, Peggy did need to put Gemma in her place... and the first step to that was yanking her up by the hair! Peggy smiled as she did everything she could to soften the speedy woman, getting things back under control.

"I hope ya like this as much as I do!" Peggy taunted as she whipped Gemma over her shoulder to snapmare the British woman, then lining up a hard kick at the base of her spine as she sat on the mat! Peggy was going to give it everything she could, trying to leave as much of a boot print as she could on Gemma's back!

"EEEEK!" Gemma wailed, as Peggy dragged her up by her white locks. "Off of me!" she whined, as she came up on spaghetti legs. In an instant, though, Peggy's snapmare planted the young Brit on her bum, painfully, rendering her even more aching and dizzy than before.

"AAANHH!" Gemma screamed, as Peggy planted the boot to her back. Spine arched, arms flexed and outstretched, the kick had momentarily paralyzed Gemma in complete, debillitating pain. Gemma's face was a mask of horror and agony, as she rolled forward, silently exhaling as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Peggy was dominating her, and Gemma knew she had to get her head back in the game sooner, rather than later. Her mouth had written a pretty sizable check, tonight, and her ass had to cash it now. Rolling onto one side, Gemma panted and gasped for air, trying to recover and ready herself for an eventual comeback. Balling and relaxing her fists, Gemma tried to focus on the pain, keep herself awake and alert. If Peggy made an error, she couldnt' let herself miss it.

Peggy yanked Gemma up by the hair and spun her around to face the woman. "I told ya, you aren't good enough to hang with me lass!" Peggy shouted in Gemma's face as she wrapped one arm around Gemma's head and grabbed her shorts with the other. Peggy was ready to end this, and a good way to end it or at the very least put a hurting on Gemma was one of her favorite moves: A fisherman suplex!

If Peggy was able to pull the move off without interruption, she planned on arching her back and keeping Gemma's leg hooked to place her in an immediate pin!

Gemma could feel Peggy take hold of her leg, hooking her for the fisherman's suplex. And while Gemma didn't know Peggy's affinity for that particular move, she knew it was one she wouldn't want to take from anyone. With her body folded over, trapped against Peggy's curvy frame, the svelte Brit knew her options were limited.

Biting her lip, Gemma pitched her body backward with all the strength she could muster. If she could upend Peggy, the steampunker would roll the both of them backward, with her body on top of Peggy's cushy figure. It wouldn't be the kind of pin that would put Peggy away unless Gemma was incredibly lucky, but with luck it would spare her a horribly painful fate in that fisherman's suplex!

Peggy was getting ready to lift when the sudden shift of Gemma's weight caught her off guard! "Whoa!" Gemma cried out as she was suddenly up-ended, rolling and ending up with her back on the mat!

"One!"

Peggy was in a pin, she struggled weakly against it, to no avail! "Ya sneaky bitch! You are a tricky one aren't ya twiggy?" Peggy taunted, and growled in anger.

"Two!"

As the referee's hand went back up, Peggy thrust out of the pin and got back up to her feet. She didn't want to lose this match at all, especially to such a weak tactic. She was determined not to let that happen again, and was ready to fight fire with even more fire! As the women got to their feet, Peggy reached in and dug her nails across Gemma's eyes in an effort to stun her with an eye rake!

Gemma's heart was threatening to burst, as she heard the ref count. She could hear Peggy snarling in her ear, but it didn't matter- it seemed as though Gemma was actually going to win this one! All the fighting, all the nastiness, and the Air Raid Siren was finally on the verge of another win!

She could feel Peggy bucking against her, though, like a woman possessed. The redhead was fiesty and, heart-breakingly, not about to stay down for three. She kicked out, sending Gemma rolling away. Still, it was enough to give the slender Brit a second wind, some relief, a steady belief that she could win this one. Until she got up, and turned around.

"Eeeeeyyaahhh!" Gemma wailed, as Peggy's fingernails dragged across her eyes. The Brit stumbled back, feeling slight cuts burning around her eye sockets, possibly even the heat of a little blood. Sensitive, eyes watered up, Gemma was completely blinded. The entire arena a mass of bright, wet lights. The crowd jeered the rough tactic, but of course that didn't make it any less effective. With one hand, she nursed her eyes. The other arm was flailing out weakly, trying to find herself in the ring. Regardless of either, though, the poor girl was completely vulnerable.

"Right where I want ya..." Peggy said to herself as she moved up to Gemma, slinking behind her and grabbing the flyer around her waist. Peggy didn't waste any time in trying to take advantage of the opening her questionable tactics created. She lift back and arched her back, looking to bring Gemma crashing down with a German suplex!

Peggy kept her back arched and held Gemma in place for a pin! If she couldn't hit a fisherman suplex she felt like this was just as bad as her previously planned offense!

"One!"

Gemma stumbled around the ring for what felt like an eternity, aching and blinded to her surroundings.  It was terrifying, knowing that she was not only hurting, but also blind to whatever Peggy might throw at her next.  The Brit had no idea where her opponent might be, until Peggy's voice crept over her shoulder, giving her a grim reminder of just how vulnerable she was.

"N-no!  NO!"  Gemma stammered, as she felt Peggy's arms hook her waist, pulling her tightly against Peggy's body.  The heat and strength radiating from Peggy's full figure overwhelmed Gemma, left her feeling helpless.  She'd fought so hard to take this match, only to have it taken away in an instant by Peggy's nails, dragged hard and suddenly across her eyes.  "Not fair!" she wailed, as Peggy hoisted her off her boots, and slammed the slender Brit's back into the mat with a German suplex.

Gemma had no chance to prepare, no idea what move had been coming.  The effect was devastating.  She lay limp and lifeless in Peggy's arms, her legs folded over herself, her bottom swaying gently in the air as the count started.

"TWO!"  the ref called, pounding the mat.  Gemma gave a slight twitch, the closest thing her body could muster to a kick-out.

"THREE!"  The ref called out, sealing Gemma's fate.  The Brit hung in Peggy's grip, her pert bum swaying in the breeze for all the fans to stare and jeer at as the announcers called the match for the newcomer.  The white-haired Brit let out a loud sob, as the humiliating end of her efforts tonight began to sink in.

Peggy stood up holding her hands high as she was announced the winner. She looked down at Gemma and had a few words for her as she did a couple victory laps around the ring. "That'l teach ya to run yer mouth about me being fat, which is obviously not true at all lass." Peggy said before making her way over to Gemma, standing over her. "I didn't even need to give ya Luck Of The Irish, that spider suplex woulda broken yer fragile little back, and my leg drop after woulda taken yer head off!" Peggy said as she slapped the outsides of her thighs.

After her taunt, Peggy made her way to the ropes and made her way up the ramp heading towards the back. Peggy McIntyre arrived in Japan, and they were just getting a taste of what a McIntyre woman could really do in the ring!

With a heartbroken expression, Gemma watched her foe make her way around the ring, soaking in her victory. Gemma's face burned bright red, as Peggy loomed over her. Hot tears were running down the Brit's face, as she tried to rub the heartbreak and pain out of her eyes.

"D-didn't need luck" Gemma stammered, "but you clearly needed to cheat ..." Still, it didn't matter. Even as Gemma was rubbing the blood and sweat out of her maligned eyes, Peggy was leaving her wallowing in the dirt. It burned the young steampunker so badly, but she was the loser, yet again. Still on her knees, Gemma looked painfully small and vulnerable, even as she seethed in rage. "I-I'll see you coming next time, dammit," Gemma said, wiping the wetness from her face, "and we'll see who's 'twiggy' then, won't we, you slag ..."

WINNER, by Pinfall: Peggy McIntyre