Gemma Faraday vs. Peggy McIntyre: Cage Match!

Peggy could barely see the blindingly fast foot of Gemma as it slammed her right in the face! Peggy rolled back screaming in pain as she covered her face with her hands, kicking the mat in a frantic flurry as she laid on her back!

When her howls dissipated and she moved her hands away, she could see that there was blood coming from a cut lip! "Argh...damn banshee bitch!" Peggy groaned as she tried to stand in a daze!

Gemma nearly fell down herself, as her foot connected with Peggy's face. Staggering backward, Gemma managed to keep her boots beneath her, but only barely. Peggy's screams echoed in Gemma's ears, as she shook her head. Turning back to see Peggy, Gemma was physically rattled by the sight of blood, on her opponent's face!

"Bloody hell," Gemma gasped, seeing the blood on Peggy's face and the fierce hate in her eyes. Still, the Brit couldn't let up. With a quick dash, Gemma lunged forward, and tried to force Peggy's body back, hoping that she could shove the fiery redhead into the corner post, and trap her there.

Peggy was still wobbly as she got up, making her an easy target for Gemma! "Arrgh!" Peggy grunted as she was shoved back into the corner by Gemma! While she was still recovering, Peggy did recognize that she had Gemma right in front of her. Her arms and shoulders were shoved back but her legs were still fairly free!

With a grunt, Peggy thrust her leg up and forward to try to drive it right into Gemma's abdomen!

"Ha!" Gemma exclaimed, as she got Peggy into the corner. The Irish woman was right where the Brit wanted her, now, and Gemma couldn't wait to give her a good, sound thrashing! Gemma braced her feet beneath her, and prepared to release Peggy so that she could give herself some room to work the redhead over. Peggy had other plans, though, driving a powerful leg right into Gemma's soft midsection!

"Hoooff!" Gemma moaned, as Peggy's knee collapsed her belly. Falling back, Gemma wrapped har arms defensively around her aching midsection, and gasped for air. On wobbly legs, the Brit didn't have anything she could do, at this point, but try to recover before Peggy could take the advantage once again.

Peggy had some breathing room, and needed to take advantage! She stepped out and bent down to scoop Gemma up holding her high before slamming her down as hard as she could! "How'd ya like that ya punk?!" Peggy screamed out, flexing her arms as a small emulation and nod to her friend Alaina Sanders.

A few in the crowd cheered, while others booed as she taunted Gemma!

"Nnnnngh!" Gemma whined, as Peggy scooped her up, and hoisted her in the air. Wincing in pain, the Brit looked absolutely miserable as her rival was dominating her yet again. "N-nooo," she said, with a whimper, just seconds before Peggy sent her crashing down into the mat!

Bouncing off the mat forcefully, Gemma arched her spine in agony. Both hands planted on her lower back, the British punk grimaced as her Irish opponent loomed over her, flexing and taunting. Trying to suck it up, Gemma braced herself, hoping her body could handle whatever the dominating Irish woman was going to throw at her next. "B-bloody showoff ..." she managed to say, between her pained groans, "g-gonna make you regret ... slagging me off ..."

Peggy saw Gemma down ad smirked. "Shut yer trap lass, or I'll just be breakin' it!" Peggy shouted as she stomped at Gemma, aiming her foot right at the woman's jaw!

Peggy bent down to grab Gemma's hair and drag her to the side of the cage. She glared at Gemma for a second before rearing back and looking to smash Gemma's face off the cage as hard as she could!

Gemma winced, intimidated by the harsh words Peggy was spitting down at her. The Brit certainly wasn't in position to argue with her, writhing in pain on the mat. Before the Brit could turn away, though, Peggy's boot came down and slammed mercilessly into her jaw!

"Dammit!" Gemma cried out, body flopping to one side with the force of the impact. Eyes beginning to tear up, Gemma clenched her aching jaw in her hands and trembled in pain. Before she could recover, though, Peggy was on the move- and slamming her head hard into the steel cage!

"Aaaaaawwwhh!" Gemma scream filled the arena, as her pretty little face bounced off the cage. The young Brit had never backed down from the violence, but this was something else. Her face ground into the harsh steel of the cage, and she could feel some skin on her forehead split, right beneath her white hairline. In seconds, bright crimson was flowing down her face, Peggy having busted her open!

Peggy saw the damage she had done and paused. She didn't cringe, but the sight of Gemma busted open did add to the gravity of the situation! Peggy threw Gemam to the mat and covered her for a pin! "Get that count goin'!" Peggy shouted as she angrily slapped the mat with one hand!

She knew Gemma would have one hell of a headache. She hoped that this match would end early, for if Gemma got going there was no telling what sort of damage she would inflict upon Peggy!

Gemma stared in blank, wide-eyed shock as she felt a trail of blood running down her face. The Brit lay there on the mat a moment, letting it sink in. Peggy had literally drawn first blood tonight, as their rivalry seemed to get worse and worse!

Peggy dumped Gemma to the mat without any resistance. The Brit's slender body flopped off the canvas weakly, and she lay there spread-eagle until Peggy covered her for a pin. Breathing slowly, Gemma was trying to conserve and recover. Gemma draped an arm over her face, as Peggy demanded a pin count. The girl's head was in agony, and it was tempting to let the match end here.

"ONE!" called the ref. Gritting her teeth, Gemma realized how deavastating it would be to call it quits now, after all Peggy had put her through. "TWO!" Balling her hand into a fist, Gemma threw her arm up and over with all the strength she could muster, to break out of the pin. The fans cheered as Gemma got her shoulder up, keeping herself alive in this contest, for now.