Lucia Lynch vs. Peggy McIntyre

Peggy's plan and failed. She thought she had more for strength than that. As for Lucia, if she thought Peggy was done she was sorely mistaken! "Oh piss off...." Peggy wheezed out.

Peggy was o her side and reached up with her arms, trying to use what strength she had left to pry Lucia's arms apart, although that was far easier said than done. Peggy tried using her core and lower body strength to instead roll forward and get her feet underneath her. She wished she was as strong as Alaina. Alaina would power her way up and smash Lucia against a turnbuckle. As tempting as that was to try, Peggy opted to try to get her feet underneath and then move forward towards the ropes whole her arms pulling away at Luciana gave her breathing room, hopefully allowing her to reach the ropes in front of her!

It have have been true that Peggy was the stronger of the two women, no amount of trying to pry her arms free seemed to matter. Once the hold have been cinched in, there was no relief to be found, no chance of pulling her arms away without the use of a crowbar. The girl might as well have been trying to pull apart iron prison bars for all the headway she managed to make.

A less tall order was turning the two women back over so Peggy could start to move herself to the ropes. There was precious little Lucia could do to stop her without at least surrending one of her two holds, which she wasn't willing to do. Instead she opted to make the journey to the ropes as painful and rough as possible. Cranking Peggy's neck, crushing her waist between her thoughts, and rocking her weight from side to side, possibly making them topple over onto their sides again, making the girl start anew.

She clung to the woman like a spider monkey, getting a surprising amount of milage out of what some might consider to be a simple hold. As Peggy fought on however, she would inevitably make it to the ropes. "Good job" Lucia whispered softly into the redhead's ear. She untangled herself from the woman when the rope break was called, not putting her through any more torture by holding it through a DQ count.

She didn't however give her time to recover. Once she had risen to her feet, she reached down to grab hold of the woman's head and shoulder, trying to drag her to to her feet while backing away from the ropes. She wasn't about to give up on working the girl over more given how hard she had worked to get free. "Let's go darling...not done with you yet." she tried to plant a knee in the girl's midsection as she pulled her up, trying to keep her weak and compliant to being dragged around.

Peggy was hurting and humiliated, nothing she tried seemed to be working. She was dragged up limp legged as Lucia kept hold, hammering her with a hard strike!

"Ooomph..... bitch...." Peggy moaned weakly as she was dragged, feeling even more embarassed.

Peggy let out a shrill cry, sounding more like a banshee than anything else. Peggy gave Lucia a quick one-day punch combo to her abdomen, striking out of desperate, frustrated anger! Peggy's legs widened, planting on the ground as she wrapped her arms around Lucia's waist. "Enough bullshit from ya lass!" Peggy said as she tried to grab hold and try to lift, attempting to unleash a northern lights suplex on Lucia!

"That's right beautiful... Let's get you back on the ground.I prefer you that way." Lucia dragged Peggy along, bringing her out to the center of the ring. She was having the time of her life manhandling the redhead. The trash talk only made things that much more satisfying. The girl had underestimated her. Most likely would given her background. This was going to show all of them. She tugged Peggy's head under her arm, preparing to set up some sort of suplex.

She hand run her hand down along Peggy's side, slipping her fingers under the edge of her one piece at her thighs to grab hold of the fabric. The girl was yammering again about something, Lucia had mostly shut it out. Before she could try to lift the woman, her body was rocked by a rock solid punch combo buried into her stomach. She hadn't been able to protest herself at all. Her leaned her way forward, partially draped over Peggy's back as the two women were awkwardly leaning into one another.

She could feel Peggy's arms reach around her, squeezing her tightly. She gasped softly, trying to stand upright and pull away. She placed her hands on the woman's back just before she was hoisted up off her feet. The world spun as she came up and over, being planted hard behind Peggy onto the canvas. Her head twisted painfully as her upper back and shoulders we're driven hard into the ground as she let out loud grunt .

Peggy had managed to catch Lucia off guard, and it was up to her to fight through the pain and try to keep taking the fight to her! Peggy had to try something, but she wasn't sure what. She still hadn't had a good read on Lucia. Peggy let go of the suplex and rolled to her side, trying to get to her feet before Lucia could. Peggy lied in wait, eyeing Lucia as she would rise to her feet as well.

Peggy had to be quick about this if it was to work and not backfire horribly in her face. Once Lucia rose to her feet Peggy would rush at her, jumping up and leaping as high as she could! Peggy would wrap her legs up around Lucia's head, tightening the hold as she effectively was sitting on Lucia's shoulders. Without wasting any time Peggy would lean back and try to fling Lucia back down to the mat with a hurricanrana!

Lucia had been planted squarely onto the mat, teetering on her neck and shoulders as her legs were draped up over her head. For a moment. When Peggy released her, gravity took over to guide the rest of her body down to lay flat on the mat. She stared up at the rafters blinking as her head throbbed and shoulder ached. "Wow... Ouch..." She muttered softly to herself, down playing how much it had actually hurt. With a wince she rolled herself over and began to rise. She could see Peggy before her, seemingly waiting for her to get up. Sportsmanship or was she going to try to set something up?

She paused, hesitating on one knee as she eyed the woman. Ever so slowly she stood up, readying herself for what was to come. As Peggy came at her, she took a step back, bringing up her arms defensively in preparation for another strike rush down. As Peggy took to the sky, Lucia was dumbfounded, completely lost by what she was doing.

"I... uh..." She blinked as the woman managed to land squarely on her shoulders, doing everything she could to carry the redhead's weight suddenly on her without falling. She winced as the woman's thighs tightened around her head. An experienced wrestler would have made Peggy pay for using a move like this so early in a match. It would have been easy for someone to convert her flippy offense into a world ending powerbomb to put the redhead down.

Thankfully for the redhead, Lucia wasn't really a full fledged wrestler yet. She was still in training, learning the ropes. While she was a competent brawler, her knowledge of the more advanced moves such as this were beyond her skill and grasp. She had no clue what this even was, forget about countering it. As she was given a face full of the woman, head squeezed between her powerful thighs, she just knew this was likely not a good place to be... In this match type anyway.

When the Irish woman threw her weight back, the lone wolf yelped in surprised as she was ripped from the ground and flipped once again in nauseating fashion. Her back hit the canvas with a hard this that shook the ring. Her lithe form bouncing on first contact with the mat, though she fell flat on the second. She a growl of pain, her face squinched up, reaching behind her to clutch her back as it arched in holds of lessening the pain.

Peggy let out a cheer and clapped her hands a couple times as she rose up to her feet. "There we go!" Peggy said as she had finally found something of an offensive groove. She stood up and struck a quick little pin-up girl pose and winked to the crowd, earning some cheers. While far from the displays of Lucia, peggy still had learned a bit of crowd playing from Alaina.

She had Lucia down, and figured she may as well keep her there. Peggy bolted for the ropes, moving quickly and jumping. Peggy landed perfectly on the middle rope, springing back and spinning as she sailed through he air. She extended her legs and aimed herself right at Lucia's chest, attempting to come crashing down by way of a springboard leg drop! If Peggy managed to connect this move she had plans to immediately transition into a side head scissors hold to squeeze the fight as well as the air right out of Lucia! Leg drops followed by head scissors were a little combo she had learned in the past year, and it was one she absolutely loved!

Unfortunately, Peggy was banking on Lucia being significantly stunned to pull this off. If she miscalculated that at all it would be Peggy stuck in a bad spot and hurting. Still, it was worth the gamble.

Lucia laid back on the canvas, twisting slightly to set her golden eyes back to Peggy just in time to catch her posing. If the woman had been doing more of that and less talking, she likely wouldn't have nearly as much of an issue with her. It didn't last for long, the redhead seemed to want to get back into the thick of it. Lucia continue to lay on the ground, watching the woman quietly as she played possum.

She Peggy came roaring back in her direction from the ropes it almost felt as though she was staring down an oncoming train. The urge to roll away immediately was overwhelming, but she remained prone waiting for the right moment. As the Irish woman took to the arm, long legs stretched out in preparation to smash the lone wolf, Lucia sudden sat herself up,l. She leaned forward, putting herself as far away from Peggy as possible as the woman crashed herself to the hard canvas, missing her target.

From her tight forward lean, she snapped herself back, lounging herself out along the top of Peggy's legs to keep the woman steady. One of her legs came up as well, in a display of her impressive flexibility, she kicked high, attempting to clobber Peggy in the side of her head with a boot. If she managed to hit the girl, she would promptly roll herself over to nestle herself down over the redhead's chest and reach out to tightly hook a leg to go for a quick pinfall.

Peggy's loud moan of pain accompanied the echoing impact of her legs crashing down across the canvass and not Lucia!

Peggy's situation was made that much worse as a sharp kick hammered her in the jaw! Peggy bit her own lip, crying out in pain as she was covered for a pin!

"ONE!"

Peggy cried out in anger as opposed to pain as she thrust a shoulder up forcefully to break the count just before the two count was reached! She shoved Lucia and rolled away, glaring at the woman. Peggy was intent on making her pay for that. Peggy wiped a small bit of blood from her lip, and she was done trying to be technical about things. She wanted to know if Lucia could handle a good brawl. Peggy screamed as she rushed in, swinging away at Lucia, sending shots towards her body and then stepping in to try to land a hard punch to the jaw! Peggy was going all out enraged, trying to literally box Lucia against the ropes!

As Lucia laid herself down over top of Peggy, settling down finally into the pin, she couldn't help but feel this was how it should be. Drawing up the girls leg in the crook of her elbow, snugly holding her down, this was probably her favorite part of wrestling. She could explain it really. It was intimate in some ways, assertive... Overall rather empowering. You were expected to chase this moment over a grueling battle. Sure, you could submit your opponent, but this was so much better...

And Peggy kicked out, ruining the moment after only one count. She wasn't that surprised. The Irish woman had problem to be a tough firecracker. She wasn't sure if she had any one move that could put her down quickly unless she somehow managed to knock the woman out with a lucky punch or kick. She leaned back onto her legs, watching the redhead roll from her grasp with a soft sigh.

As she rose to her feet, she could see the rage in Peggy's eyes and stance. She was wiping her mouth... Was that blood? As the woman screamed she took a small step back, boy had this woman changed from the start of the match. She brought her arms up, bobbing on the balls of her feet to ready herself.

Once again Peggy found her body blows intercepted and directed off into empty space, one than the other. While she failed to actually hit Lucia she was succession in her goal of forcing her back. Unlike the first time where she coolly has slapped Peggy's punches aside, it was clear she was having trouble keeping up with the woman's frenzied pace. She bobbed to the side, a blistering punch parting the air where her face had been a moment prior, sending a plume of her hair outward in a sudden burst. It didn't stop, Peggy was relentless!

If she could only hold out a bit longer... Her arms came up soaking a one two combination that had been intended for her face. Her forearms wracked with pain. Before she could move her guard a fist buried itself in her midsection, opening her up for a right hook that snapped her head to the side. Lucia instinctively dipped to the side, blindly avoiding another punch bound for her face.

Her back pressed up against the ropes, the realization was on her face just before she turtled herself up. Head lowered, arms tucked in trying to protect as much of herself as possible. As a stationary target it didn't matter how little of her was left open, she became easy picking for pot shot punches at her sides. The referee rounded on the two, starting a count now that Lucia was clearly stuck up in the ropes.

Suddenly she snapped back with a hard push kick, trying to shove Peggy as far away from her as possible. She put everything into it, her strength, her weight, she had to get this woman off her. She couldn't let herself be hammered into the ground. With the kick, she opened herself up, almost falling forward just throwing it out. She leaned back, catching herself on the ropes to keep from falling.