Lucia Lynch vs. Peggy McIntyre

"Hey! Where ya runnin' to!?" Peggy shouted to the retreating Lucia. If she wanted to fight outside Peggy was fine with that. She dropped down rolling underneath the ropes making her way over towards Lucia as the referee shouted at them to get back in the ring!

Peggy walked towards Lucia and her adoring fans, reaching out to grab two handfuls of hair! Peggy began rushing over to the barricade, intent on smashing Lucia's ahead off the top of it!

She couldn't catch a break. Like some sort of serial killer in a bad horror movie Peggy was stalking after her. She kept on the move as the redhead came for her. It didn't seem to matter though, with how slow she was staggering about the Irish woman had managed to catch up to her anyway.

Lucia grunted as Peggy grabbed handfuls of her beautiful hair and weaponized it against her. They were already so close to the barricade the redhead barely had to drag her face. Her head bounced off the barricade, as she let out a cry of anguish to accompany it. A few audience members in the front backed away, some cringed at the sight and sound of Lucia's head smashing against the divider.

She dropped to her a knee, falling into Peggy's legs, grasping at the woman for what looked like support to keep from dropping fully to the ground. Her arms suddenly tensed as they snapped out to hug Peggy's legs together, trying to capture the two limbs. With a shout she surged upward, trying to lift the Irish woman up to sloppily toss her up and over the barricade into the audience section to spill her onto the unpadded concrete floor.

Peggy was so focused on inflicting pain that she lost sight of Lucia's ability to fight back. Peggy paid dearly for her folly, feeling herself lift up and over! Peggy landed hard on her head, howling as she rolled onto her back, her hands gripping her hair as she kicked the floor in agony! In between the pulsing throbs of pain all Peggy could think about was the pure shock running through her mind. How did Lucia pull that off?

Clearly, Lucia was a gritty woman. A quality Peggy respected albeit something she had a far easier time appreciating when said woman wasn't opposite her in a match!

Once she had summoned the energy to lift Peggy up over the barricade, most of it seemed to leave her as she dropped back down to her knee, leaning her weight against the barricade. She had peered over the edge, to check on the Irish woman though. They might be competitors and the woman may be a bit of a bitch but she wasn't looking to actually main her. Once she was certain she hadn't accidently killed her, she sunk back against the barricade to cash in a moment of respite. The referee had started their count on both women but they had plenty of time to return to the ring still.

Meditation taught her to mellow out a bit and breath properly. All that very "zen" stuff had been super popular when she ran in her actress circle. Like most fad diets, her peers lost interest it after awhile but she had kept with it. It paired well with her time in the gym and long frustrating movie shoots. It turned out to be a valuable asset here as well.

She pulled herself to her feet to look down at where Peggy was. "Alright..." She muttered to herself, having made up her mind what to do. Gripping the barricade she slowly, shakily climbed on top of it. She had pretty decent balance, but despite how it was presented the divider wasn't nearly as sturdy as it seemed. With wobbly legs she stood up fully, arms out to her side to maintain her balance.

Lucia wasn't known for her high flying or rope work... Because she didn't have any. She had seen plenty, had a bit done to her, but wasn't one to normally take to the sky. This however was an opportunity. Peggy was down, on quite possibly the most damaging surface in the building. This was her chance to gain a bit more ground back. She worried about messing this up, for both of them.

She leap off the barricade, tucking her knees up towards her chest as she fly the short distance over Peggy. As she came down, her legs thrusted out trying to double stomp down on the woman's chest or midsection (her aim with this wasn't very good).

Peggy was down and soon rocked, absolutely devastated by a double stomp from the flying Lucia! The crowd recoiled as the saw Peggy's physical reaction. The loud, ear splitting shrill scream of pure agony that wrupted out of Peggys mouth said it all.

The feet flying into the air and la ding on her abdomen and lower rib cage knocked the wind out of Peggy and she swore she felt a slight pop. She nearly convulsed and spasmed as she rolled to her side, moaning as her eyes were forced shut, the Irish woman unable to get up or fight back!

The landing was trickery than she thought, she felt the sudden jar as she landed on Peggy's prone body, the slight give as she buried her boots into her, the piercing wail of pain. She gave a small hop after impact, fumbling the landing as she stumbled forward into the fans. They were more than happy to lay hands on her, even help her upright... She was pretty sure one of them copped a feel. Backing away she murmured a small thank you, attention shifting back to Peggy.

"Three!" The referee continued their count, standing by the ropes. Each time she called out, the official raised her hands to display the count as well.

"Let me give you a hand..." Coming up behind Peggy Lucia reached down, clutching at the fabric of the woman's wrestling attire at the back of her collar and the small of her back. She pulled hard, unintentially giving the woman a hard wedgie awhile she tried to yank her onto her hands and knees. Taking a long stride forward, she dragged the redhead forward trying to throw her head first into the barricade like a battering ram.

She would release her hands after throwing to woman's weight forward. Between spill to the concrete, the stomp, and the additional damage hopefully done by the throw, she figured the Irish woman would be done for. With that, she would try to climb her way back over the barricade to make her way back to the ring.

"Four!"

Peggy was powerless to resist as Lucia picked her up and tossed her onto the barricade! Peggy's head smashed on and her body landed awkwardly limp as she laid there on the ground.

"FIVE!"


The count continued and Peggy barely moved, moaning loudly as she reached up, pawing at the barricade side. She could barely move and it took all she had to sit up in her barely aware daze to grab the top of the barricade and help pull herself up.

"SIX!"

Peggy cried out as she pulled heraelf up, flopping over the barricade and landing on her side, slowly crawling towards the ring unable to stand!

"SEVEN!"

Lucia wasn't in a hurry, taking her time as she climbed over the barricade. Moving to the ropes she started to hoist herself up when she held a sudden swell from the crowd. She glanced back, peering curiously at Peggy as she flopped over the barricade on her way back to the ring. She was a sitting duck, an easy target to a boot to the head that would surely end her journey to the ring and seal her the victory.

After a brief moment of consideration she decided against it. She was too invested in the woman's determination to end the match like that. She considered that a favor, the only one she would be willing to give to Peggy. She climbed herself into the ring, turning to casually turn and lean folded arms on the top rope to watch.

She may have been cheering the redhead on, just a bit, in her head. As an action movie star she was all about dramatic suspense. With only three counts left, could the Irish woman make it on her own?

Peggy tried to stand and stumbled forward, falling on her hands and knees again at the base of the ring! She gasped and grabbed at the apron, trying to pull herself up again!

"EIGHT!"

Peggy screamed as she pulled up, getting her feet underneath her and climbing onto the apron, rolling underneath the ropes before nina count was needed. Her whole body ached to the point she could barely move. Her head was a mess and she still was seeing double. Her ears rang. She had a couple sure signs of a possible concussion. She didn't want to stop though. Peggy had to put Lucia in her place... she knew deep down she could do it... or at least she could try.

Peggy was not going to be seen as a jobber anymore. She wasn't a punching bag. She wasn't going to let some theatrical actress put her in her place inside the ropes she called home. She huffed as she stood up to her feet, wobbling, swaying but vertical again.

Lucia slipped back from the ropes, stepping to the side to give Peggy ample room to pull herself up into the ring. She leaned her side to the ropes, bouncing lightly against them as she watched. Once she had made it in before the final counts, she gave the woman a golf clap. While she was impressed, it didn't change the fact she looked half dead and the lone wolf intended to tear her apart now that she was in the ring again.

As Peggy struggled to her feet Lucia left the ropes behind, slowly walking a circle around the woman. Just as she managed to stand herself up, the lone wolf threw out a slicing kick to hook the back of Peggy's leg as hard as she could, looking to put her down to a knee again. "It's been fun, but I think we're just about done here."

If she had brought the girl down, she would position herself at the girls side, out of arms reach. Her legs however would have no such issue. Taking a step back, she exhaled before pivoting on her foot spinning completely around to deliver a crippling roundhouse heel kick to the back of Peggy's head to try and lay her out.