Hardcore Reckoning: Peggy MacIntyre vs. Gemma Faraday

Gemma's eyes quivered in fear, looking at Peggy's fierce grin. Before she could do anything else, however, Peggy jammed the steel chair mercilessly into her slender belly, forcing a loud "Hhhhgnnnnn!" of pain from the young Brit. Gemma kicked and flailed, as she wrapped her arms protectively around her aching abs. "Buh-bloody ... hell!"

In her suffering thrashes, Gemma managed to roll over, getting onto her knees. Eventually, she would try to sit herself up, get back into the fight ... only to have Peggy bring the chair crashing down on her already-hurting head! "Aaaugh!" Gemma cried out, as the blow sent a shock of pain through her body. Gemma fell to the floor with a flop, arms and legs going wide. Spread-eagle, the Brit lay flat on her face, unmoving. "Oh~" she whimpered, unable to even lift her head after that rocking, brutal blow.

Peggy waste no time rolling Gemma onto her back and laying across her chest while hooking a leg to go for the pin! "C'mon ref, just hurry up and count so we can get this ass kicking over with!" Peggy shouted as the referee began!

"One!"

Peggy was confident that Gemma was beat. She was able to pin her in their previous match with less punishment. Peggy put in lots of work inside the ring, and even if Gemma did too there was no way she could kick out of this. She couldn't have improved that much since their standard match..... could she?

Gemma was down, and dangerously close to being out. Peggy's chair shot had completely rocked her, and now the Brit was once again lying at the Irish woman's feet, looking completely dominated and humiliated by her, yet again. Looking weak and pathetic. Gemma's face burned at the thought of it, as Peggy took hold of her and started rolling her onto her back.

Gemma knew what was coming next. She felt Peggy's soft body come down on her, trapping her against the grimy floor for a pin. Gritting her teeth, Gemma took in a sharp inhale of breathe, which set her aching abs on fire. Pushing through the pain, however, Gemma tensed her body.

"TWO!"

Kicking her legs against the floor, Gemma bucked with all of her strength, to push Peggy off of her and break up the pin! "NO!" the Brit shouted, as she used all her strength to push out from beneath Peggy's engulfing body. Every aching muscle in her body was screaming at her to stay down, but Gemma fought on. The alternative was simply just too much to bear.

Peggy was in shock as Gemma broke the pin! She knelt on her knees next to Gemma, staring in disbelief. "No fuckin' way! How'd ya do that!?" Peggy said as she got to her feet, pulling Gemma up by the hair. Nearby she saw some crates and large storage shelves. Not very typical but Peggy was already brainstorming. She grabbed firm hold of Gemma and tossed her up onto a crate! Peggy hoped Gemma was hurting enough to stay put for just a second....

Peggy eyed the shelves, and began to climb! the second level was meant for large things like the crates, and Peggy could elevate herself above Gemma while being able to stand. Peggy looked down on Gemma who was laying on top of the crates and jumped high into the air, looking to slam down on the smaller woman with a big body splash!

Gasping for air, Gemma herself wasn't exactly sure how she'd done that. Her body had just been overcome by a massive desire not to face another brutal defeat at this woman's hands, and her legs had done the rest. Stretching out her arms and legs, Gemma tried to work out the agony that her back and head were in. She'd done the work of keeping the fight on, now she had to get herself back into it.

Before she could, however, Peggy was already manhadling the poor Brit. Hands in Gemma's hair, the Irish lass rolled Gemma's suffering body onto a crate. Gemma lay there, still, an arm and a leg dangling limply over the side. "Nnnnhhh," Gemma moaned, not able to make sense of what was happening. Peggy kept climbing, however, getting herself precariously high. Gemma knew that position well ... it was the kind of position she herself would have gone for, if she weren't in such a state. Now, with the thick Irish girl coming careening down on her, Gemma's eyes widened in terror. With all the strength she could muster, the Brit twisted at her shoulder, tried to throw herself off the crate and out of Peggy's path! She wasn't even sure if she could manage the strength to do it, but she had to try.

Peggy had a malicious grin on her face as she jumped up high, beginning her descent down onto Gemma! However, that look turned into one of terror as Gemma rolled out of the way! "Wha---OMPH!" Peggy grunted as her sternum hit the corner of the crate, sharp edge meeting ribcage! Peggy felt a sharp, nasty shooting pain in her chest as she was slumped atop the crate, her arms and upper torso leaning off while the rest of her lay motionless on top. She had to have cracked a few ribs to be sure, not a good sign!

She let out a few weak moans as she lay motionless, not even rolling over to cradle her chest!

On her hands and knees on the floor, Gemma couldn't see Peggy's crash landing. But she could definitely hear it! The Brit winced, knowing the feeling of crashing and burning on a high-flying move all too well. Then, slowly, she started to push herself back up to her feet.

Gemma got up onto wobbly legs. She took a moment to nurse her aching head, pounding after all the punishment Peggy had leveled on it, thus far. Still, she hadn't yet put the punk Brit down, and that was all Gemma could hang on to. Using that, Gemma psyched herself up, turned to face Peggy, still laid out on the boxes. Gathering her strength, Gemma stepped up, and delivered a stiff superkick, aimed mercilessly for the suffering Peggys' back, the portion of her body that was dangling lifelessly from the top of the crate!

Peggy was dangling like a worm on a hook, and Gemma's kick connected! Peggy screamed out in pain as she rolled onto her back, still up on the crate and dangling off the edge of it! Peggy tried to get off the crates, but her dismount was less than graceful which was evident by her crashing down onto the floor front-first! Peggy groaned in pain as she rolled onto her back kicking the floor, writhing and squirming in agony in the aftermath of the super kick and fall!

Gemma went to one knee, after her kick connected loudly with Peggy. The British steampunker was still recovering her strength, but the satisfaction of planting one right across the ornery Irish woman's back was enough to leave her feeling a bit more upbeat. Now, she just had to try and keep it up!

With Peggy writhing around on the floor, Gemma forced herself back up. Her opponent down, Gemma stepped up to her, and decided to make certain she would remain that way, for a bit. Gemma's chest swelled against her top, as she took a deep breath, just before she laid into Peggy hard, delivering a series of brutal stomps, aimed across the redhead's chest and stomach!

Peggy was struggling now, and her opponent was making sure things got even tougher! "Ahhh! You bitch! I hate yer little fuckin' punk ass!" Peggy cried out between her grunts and groans of agony as Gemma mercilessly stomped down on Peggy! With each stomp that rained down she felt her energy seeping out.

Peggy was trounced, beaten and hurting! Peggy cradled her mid-section in her arms, rolling over to her side when the stomps eventually ended. She was very sore, and she wanted more than anything to get up and hammer on Gemma. She knew Gemma couldn't stand up to her in a brawl, but Peggy simply hurt too much to even move! The stomps, the kick and her failed splash had all hammered her mid-section!