Akino Sanada vs. Peggy McIntyre

Peggy was thrust to the side, laying flat on her back as she gasped for breath, moaning weakly as she kicked the mat.  Peggy wanted to keep going at Akino b ut she had to recover.  If her gamble failed she would have tapped out or passed out, no doubt about it.

Peggy rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees.  Peggy groaned as she stumbled up and hobbled about, waiting for Akino to rise up as well.  Peggy tried to reach in and grab onto Akino's arm, twisting her torso as she attempted to Irish whip Akino into the ropes!  Peggy attempted to give chase, looking to clothesline Akino as soon as she bounced back off the ropes!

Swirling head-pains made every thing more difficult, even if it was just shifting to her side so Akino could better cradle the back of her cranium with both hands. She gnashed her pearly whites and curled into a fetal position right beside the Irish Amazon who was coping with her own aches, pain, and exhaustion. Cheering fans started applauding what was turning into an intensely competitive and well-fought brawl, not that Akino ever cared one iota what all of these idiots liked. Especially when half the time they were applauding it was when she was on the receiving end of all this punishment.

"Nggh..." Akino grumbled and eventually stumbled back to her wobbly legs, the surly maid accidentally crossing her legs over one another in her drunken posture that had a swaying uncertainty to it. One of her gloved hands still massaging the back of her head when she was awoken from her groggy stupor by the sudden yanking of her other arm.

She gasped with a widened eye from the forceful tugging that had flung her clear across the ring and into the tethered ropes that would have assuredly bounced her back to the Irish Amazon waiting to pounce once more...had Akino not spoiled the crowd's fun by grabbing onto the top rope to stop her momentum before flopping back down to the canvas. The frilly maid roiling under the bottom rope to slump heavily against the ring apron, groaning miserably with the audience booing the abrupt stop in action.

"Damn you are a feisty little one ain't ya? Well I ain't done with ya yet lass!" Peggy shouted as she grabbed the top rope and jumped up. She kept her grip and used it like a pendulum, her legs swinging back down as she tried to aim her feet underneath the bottom rope as she held on, trying to connect them with Akino's face nearby! peggy wanted to plant her hard enough with this to lay her out on the ground outside, as the Irish woman had a high flying follow-up in mind for this provided all went according to plan!

Alaina was clapping at the announce table, happy to see Peggy getting back into the action. "I will tell you hat Peggy has gotten a lot tougher and more resilient. She used to lose focus when things went wrong, and now she fights her way back into regaining control. Keep an eye on her in the future." Alaina said to her commentary partners as the action continued, drawing closer to their location.

Whatever it was that Peggy had planned for her on her return bounce off the ropes, Akino only knew that she wanted no part of it and took the smart choice by rolling out of the ring to the booing fervor of the audience. All of whom found the momentum killing act of cowardice to ruin the pace of the action packed matchup, but Akino once again couldn't be bothered to care in the slightest what they wanted. There was just no denying that Peggy was starting to have her number with that insane strength of hers bullying Akino around and overpowering her submissions.

"Tch...why do I always get paired up with these clowns..." Akino grumbled bitterly while caressing the back of her head, not even noticing Peggy or her green boots until they came careening from the side and clocked her right in her blindside. The surly maid sent for a tumbling spin that stopped with her banging into the announcer's table to give it a shaking jostle, than tossing to her side in a rattled daze as she laid sprawled out with her right leg shifting up to her knee.

Peggy sent Akino bouncing off the table and landing on the ground nearby. She was a bit too close to the table for Peggy's liking. She came over and grabbed Akino's legs, pulling them to move her away from all other objects outside. She needed a nice landing zone for what she had planned next! Peggy climbed back up onto the apron and thought he ropes, looking down at Akino. With a smile on her face Peggy jumped up, trying to land for a brief perch up on the top rope before springing off that, flying through the air as she aimed herself right at Akino!

Peggy hoped against hope that she could come crashing down on her foe, knowing full well that a miss here would be doom for Peggy!

Akino vaguely acknowledged a tugging sensation by her legs, but parsing anything together beyond that was a near impossibility in her rattled stupor. Suffering a dropkick straight to her cranium immediately almost after being powerbombed made the world a fuzzy and distorted mess that was taking it's sweet time clearing up. She shuffled around and started the fidgeting movements that normally came before bringing oneself back to their feet, but in one fell splash Akino once again found herself being pancaked beneath the high flying Amazon in another daredevil-esque splash.

The surly maid heaved out the air in her lungs with her legs going ramrod straight before slumping down in a "V" shape. She squirmed meekly with some sputtering coughs beneath the unexpectedly aerodynamic Amazon, all to the incredibly agitating sounds of the audience rallying behind the Irish apprentice. Peggy surprising everyone in attendance with how much raw power and athleticism she was bringing to the table...though none were more surprised than the splayed out maid currently lying on her back in a sweaty, panting heap.

This was it, Akino was done. Peggy had to get her back in the ring and pin her as soon as she could! She slowly got up to her feet, the landing taking a bit of a toll on her as well. Thankfully it was a lot worse for Akino. Peggy reached down and hauled Akino up, trying to lift her up across her chest and walk the short distance to the ring, setting her down on the apron as she tried to push her underneath the rope.

Peggy climbed up on the apron and though the ropes, eyeing Akino as soon as she got back in the ring. Peggy knew she had to end this, and right now. She immediately went to lay across Akino's chest and hook a leg to pin the maid!

Akino wondered if someone in the booking department was holding some type of deep-seated grudge with her. It would certainly explain why she was consistently matched up with these Herculean-strengthed amazons who seemed to have a penchant for splashing down on top of her, flinging her across the ring, or just in general making her day miserable. And Peggy was apparently no different after seemingly putting the proverbial nail in the coffin of AKino's chances of winning this lop-sided match with a top rope aerial maneuver still being replayed on television over and over again.

The surly maid regaining more of her scrambled senses after being effortlessly hoisted up with a flinching scowl by the Irish Amazon and carried to the ring like a tuckered out infant. She went along with the rolling momentum until she was flat on her back once more with Peggy laying across her chest and hooking her toned leg for a pin attempt that seemed perfunctory...

"One!"

"Two!"

"Th-"

...until it turned out it wasn't. The grimacing maid shifting her shoulder off the canvas at the first syllable of the three count, still in the match but otherwise incapable of doing much else as she squirmed meekly beneath the Amazonian apprentice...

Peggy looked up in shock and at the crowd unable to fathom how Akino kicked out. She wanted to show the world that she was ready to tag with Alaina. The big woman had faith in her but Peggys record left Peggy herself as the one in doubt. She stood up, pulling Akino up with her.

No one was going to doubt anything after tonight. She shoved Akino's head between her legs and grabbed her around the waist. "I ain't no weak link on any team... I'm not a pushover anymore!" Peggy let out a howl as she lift Akino high onto her shoulders, spinning her around to dizzy her! Peggy was going to put everything she could into this, doing her best to mimic an amabomb and show everyone that she was a different wrestler than before!

Akino was honestly just as astonished as anyone else that she still somehow had the wherewithal to interrupt what had seemingly been the fitting conclusion of this chaotic matchup. The aches and pains were etched on Akino's grimacing face as she shuffled over to rest on her side, knowing full well that she had little left in the tank to use against Peggy unless she was kind/dumb enough to give her some time to recoup-

"Tch...d-dammit..." Akino didn't think she'd be that lucky, the snarling maid following the upward movement back up to her feet before having her blue-haired head shoved between Peggy's thighs. The squeezing pressure was enough to make her begin to panic...and start to get royally pissed from constantly getting powerbombed by these obnoxious Amazons. Peggy would try to haul Akino up onto her shoulders, but by frantically kicking her legs in resistance in mid-haul, the one-eyed maid would put a stop to any of that.

And once she was brought back down, Akino would clamp onto the back of Peggy's pegs and unleash a guttural scream of exertion towards standing back up with the Irish Amazon held dangling behind her. She shifted her legs back to have Peggy's head between her own thighs before dropping to her knees in her Sanada Driver finisher. Which slammed Peggy to the canvas and had her her face nestled against Akino's curvaceous rump all while she maintained a matchbook pin for dear life.

“One!”