Julia Rogers vs Peggy McIntyre

Peggy was totally unable to do anything to avoid the agonizing punishment Julia was dishing out! Peggy let out a loud, echoing scream of pain as she rolled to her side, cradling her abdomen in both arms as she kicked the mat with one foot. Her breathing was labored as she laid on the mat, unable to get back to her feet. "Ungh... d-damn it you... you...." Peggy was in so much torment that she couldn't even talk trash to Julia.

She was left to wonder how the match got to this point after her promising start. Peggy knew Julia was good, she'd watched tons of her matches. She loved the way Peggy wrestled. However, she was a confident 19 year old trying to make it big... she had Julia where she wanted her and let it slip away. There was no way Peggy was going to let herself lose like this. "Is that all ya got....?" Peggy muttered weakly as she tried to roll onto her stomach, working her way very slowly to her hands and knees.

Julia had to give Peggy credit. The girl was green as grass, at least as far as she knew, but had managed to hang quite well with the cowgirl for a while. Her style had worked well in keeping the luchadora grounded and dictating the pace in Peggy’s favor. But once Julia had worked her way into a head of steam, it seemed her speed and aerial skills were now simply overwhelming Peggy. The Irishwoman had fought well, but now it was Julia who had her foe right where she wanted her.

She took a couple steps toward Peggy, but stopped when she heard the girl’s defiant mutter. What amazing resilience this kid had. Julia couldn’t help but grin. But as much as she could appreciate Peggy’s fighting spirit, this was still a match. One Julia intended to emerge from as the victor.

“Not by a long shot.” Julia replied before reaching down to grab Peggy by the head so she could start bringing the girl back up to her feet. Once she was high enough the luchadora would tuck her foe’s head under her arm while taking a step or two closer to the nearest ropes. She’d then leap up and kick off the top rope, attempting to spin and swing herself through the air and plant Peggy head first onto the mat with a tornado ddt!

Peggy mouth was just about the only thing she had the energy to use. She was defenseless as Julia pulled her up, her hands grabbing at Julia's to pry herself free was simply a token gesture. Peggy felt like Julia was moving at some sort of impossible, blinding speed. She couldn't keep up, as fast as she was herself Julia was altogether in a different league.

The tornado DDT hit with devastating effect! Peggy's head bounced off the mat and she crumpled on the mat like dead weight, landing limp and laying motionless on the mat afterward.

Boom!

The thunderous ddt planted Peggy right down onto the mat while the crowd once again cheered on Julia’s acrobatic display! And almost immediately after the impact she rolled the Irishwoman onto her back, then laid across her chest while reaching out to hook a leg. She felt confident this one was over, and took a few relaxing breaths while the ref began to count.

“One...!”

Peggy felt herself being pinned, and was limp as the count began! She let out a weak moan as the one count came, hearing the crowd cheering on the seemingly victorious Julia.

"Two!"

Sure, Peggy didn't expect to be a fan favorite against a wrestler like Julia whom she herself was a fan of but she used her own lack of fanfare as motivation. Something to fuel a rush of desperate adrenaline! As the referee's hand raised up and came down again, Peggy let out a cry as she arched her back to break the pin dangerously close to a 3 count! "Arrrrgh! Y-ya can't beat me with a pansy ass move like that..." Peggy said, trying to show as much bravado as a weak, battered wrestler could.

After the two count, Julia felt confident the ref’s hand would be coming down to strike the mat a third time, and the bell would be ringing. Instead, to both her surprise and that of the crowd, Peggy managed to kick out of the pin right at the last possible split second!

Julia’s eyes went wide, showing every bit of her shock at the kickout. And still even more surprising was Peggy’s bold comment. Even after all of this, she was still as feisty and resilient as ever. Julia had to respect it, but the way she saw it, Peggy was soon going to wish she hadn’t kicked out.

“Ya still want more? Well you’ve got it!” Julia said while moving toward the ropes. She grabbed on and leapt up, then sprang off the top rope. The luchadora flipped backward through the air, attempting to splash down onto Peggy with a lionsault!

Peggy laid on the mat as she saw Julia leaping up. Peggy would have done the same thing, quickly jump up and hammer a nearly beaten opponent with a top rope move. If something like that hit Peggy there was no way the girl was going to kick out. Thankfully she had an easy counter in mind that barely required moving.

As Julia jumped up, Peggy held her knee's up so that way Julia landed right on top of them! "I told ya not to take me lightly!" Peggy shouted out as Julia landed her lionsault but not as the luchadora expected!

Oh shit! Julia thought when she saw Peggy’s knees coming up. She was already too far into her descent to react in time to protect herself or even brace for impact. The cowgirl splashed down right onto the Irishwoman’s upturned knees, and immediately gasped out in agony.

“GUAH!!!”

Julia flopped right off of Peggy’s legs, and writhed about like a fish out of water. The air had been completely blasted from her lungs and she was having trouble taking any breaths in. Julia’s style was one that largely centered around risk and reward. But her grimacing and strained wheezing while she rolled around made it perfectly obvious the risk had proven too great this time around.

Peggy saw that Julia was down and rolling on the mat. Peggy didn't even fully rise to her feet as she pounced on Julia's back, sitting on the cowgirls backside and wrapping her hands underneath her chin! Peggy let out a shout as she yanked back, putting Julia in a painful camel clutch! "I told ya girl, messing' with a McIntyre ain't any fun! Just get tis over with n' tap out ya stubborn hopping cowgirl!" Peggy called out to Julia as she continued to secure the hold, wrenching down on it as hard as she could!

Peggy didn't walk into this match excepting to lose. She knew Julia was not just very good, but great. Her resume spoke for itself. However, Peggy was never lacking for confidence. She didn't come to Friction to be an upbeat rookie who lost close matches to gain experience, or "moral victories." Peggy was here to win, and nothing less. Amping up the pressure she gave it everything she had in an attempt to pull off the unlikely upset against Julia!

This hadn’t been the first time one of Julia’s risky aerial maneuvers had come back to bite her on the ass. But no matter how many times the cowgirl inadvertently splashed onto someone’s knees, each time was always just as excruciating as the time before, and this was no exception. Even still, Julia’s situation was only about to get even worse.

The blonde suddenly felt her foe’s weight crash onto her back, flattening her out against the mat. And before Julia could even start fighting back, Peggy had already taken a seat on top of her and firmly locked her into a perfectly-executed camel clutch! “AAAAGHH!!” Julia screamed out as her spine was bent back. The Irishwoman’s offense had been thoroughly focused on Julia’s torso, and it was perfectly clear all her hard work was paying off big time as the luchador screamed, kicked and squirmed helplessly in her deadly clutches!

“N-not...happenin’!!” Julia retorted defiantly to Peggy’s demand that she submit, though she new escaping the hold at this point was bound to be extremely difficult. Her foe’s broad hips and superior weight were perfect for anchoring Julia’s body in place, and the ropes weren’t nearly close enough for comfort. But with the hold locked in so well, they were likely her only hope for freedom.

So with what could best be described as a strained grunt mixed with another pain-induced scream Julia pushed a boot against the mat to try to jolt her and Peggy forward, even if only just a little bit. Another “step” was taken immediately after. And another, and another, all the while immense pain from the torturous camel clutch surged through Julia’s contorted back.

After a few attempts to draw as close to the ropes as possible, Julia knew she was at her breaking point. There was only so much pain she could take, and only so much even she was willing to risk on a single match. Finally her right hand raised up, and the crowd unanimously gasped at what seemed to be an inevitable tap out from Julia! And she was about to...until one last ounce of defiance in her will won out, and the hand instead slung itself forward, desperately aiming to grab onto a rope to force Peggy to release her hold!