Lucia Lynch vs. Peggy McIntyre

Peggy was out of it, and her muscle memory more than conscious awareness reminded her of where she was. A eesk groan escaped her lips as her limbs flopped lifelessly.

"TWO!"

Peggy was in a bad way and her head pounded. She was in a match right? She has weight on top of her holding her down. She flopped about again, trying to kick out, thrusting her should upward to break the pin just before three! She laid there on her back, trying to meekly toll over and crawl away towards the ropes

She had her. There was absolutely no way the redhead was coming back from that. Even as she rolled the woman up and laid herself down across her, she could feel how weak the woman was beneath her. The way she breathed, how loose her body was when she was rolled. Even how soft she had been once Lucia laid herself across her. If she wasn't out, she must have been clinging on to a thread.

She had done everything right this time. No theatrics, she made sure to spread her weight and hook a leg. This was as secure as a cross body pin could get as far as she knew. In her head she counted with the referee. Within the stands the crowd chanted the numbers as well, the lone wolf wasn't the only one thinking this was it. She watched the officials hand with bated breath, waiting for the final count.

Her body bucked up as Peggy threw up her should at quite possibly the last possible moment. The crowd roars with gasps of surprise and cheers for both women. Apparently they were putting on quite the show. Lucia leaned back, stunned as somehow the redhead was still going... She blinked as she saw that Peggy was literally continuing to go, trying to crawl away from her.

Dropping onto all fours she gave chase, it was almost like something out of one of her movies. Of course, she would have morphed into a CG wolf at this point to run the woman down, baying at the moon in the process. Here it was more of a manic scramble, getting close enough to pounce on the woman's back a day straddle we from behind.

She could feel it but bling up inside her, that anger. What did she have to do to put this girl down? Bloody her into a pulp? "Fine." She snarled in a low tone to nobody but herself. She drew back her fist, preparing to ground and pound the woman beneath her until she ripped her victory from whatever remained. Her arm shook as it remained, staring down at Peggy she just couldn't bring herself to do it. They didn't get along, sure, but she didn't want to see this woman hospitalized, especially not by her hands.

She clenched her jaw and instead reached down to try and slip her hands under the girls jaw, being sure to interlock her fingers tightly. From there she would lean back, trying to wrench Peggy head hard and bend her back in a painful bow position with a rather standard chin lock. She made sure she had her legs spread wide to make her hard to shake or rolling impossible. Her weight settled on the small to the Irish woman's back to anchor her down and provide a grounded point to bend her at. While not as effective as something like a camel clutch, the idea was the same.

Peggy felt her head pulled back as Lucia wrenched with everything she had. "AHHHHHHHHH! NO NO N- ARRRGGGHHHHH!" Peggys screams helped her head snap back to reality, and it was a very painful reality! She howled and reached up grabbing and clawing at Lucia's hands to try to pry them apart as her legs frantically kicked, flailing everywhere as her feet rapidly smacked against the mat over and over.

Peggy felt bad, she was being out-wrestled by an actress. Lucia had pretty definitively had her way with Peggy whom spent her whole life watching her aunt and had been around a ring since she was 17. Had she worked her backside off the last four years only for an actress to show up and out-wrestle her? Peggy felt a tad humiliated and embarrassed as the pain from the hold coursed through her whole body, earning louder and louder screams of agony. Peggy tried to pry that grip apart and push with her legs to somehow move her position.

She couldn't give up but if she couldn't get out of this somehow things were looking very bleak...

Even with her superior positioning it was difficult to keep Peggy under control. Chalk it up to her inexperience with submissions or how will Peggy was, but the woman's flailing and kicking under her was keeping her off balance. She had gotten a few good cranks in, putting the redhead's flexibility to the test. She had ridden mechanical bulls in Western themed bars more tame than her.

"Just...give up already!" Lucia gave a frustrated shout as Peggy pried at her fingers, slowly working them free. Rather than sure up her hold she pulled back harder to amp up the pain as much as she could. Leaning back as far as she could manage and taking the Irish woman with her. A few people in the audeince cringed at the steep bend that looked as painful as it likely was.

She hadn't managed to maintain it for long herself, as her finger we're finally pried loose. The sudden parting of her hands and how much force she had put in trying to submit the girl saw her snap backwards once her tether to the woman had been severed, flopping off of the woman's back to flatten herself out on the mat.

Peggy moaned as Lucia was finally off her back and it felt like a wave of relief. Peggy screamed as she pushed herself up, pain wracking her whole body as she tried to raise herself off the mat.

Peggy hobbled and swayed but managed to rise up, facing Lucia as she tried to focus a stare at her. "I ain't a weak link... we ain't a family o' jobbers...." Peggy mumbled low, swaying as she tried to approach Lucia. She had to get close and grapple or suplex or get a hold on her....

With a cry Peggy lunged in, trying to reach out to grab hold of Lucia and wrap her up, attempting to land a knee strike to her abdomen to try to soften her up!

Lucia had leaned back upon falling to the mat, kicking her legs up before teetering back the other way, rolling into a crouch. As she rose to her feet she paused to watch Peggy doing the same, though far slower. The woman looked half way dead, like a stiff breeze might knock her down. The lone wolf's face twisted into a look of equal parts confusion and concern as they locked eyes with one another. The girl was muttering something, but she couldn't make it out.

She dumbfounded by Peggy's zombie like movement towards her, she stood her ground waiting for the girl to simply fall on her own. It didn't happen though. She lunged at the last moment, grabbing hold of her shoulders. She wasn't sure if it had been intentional or if she just was using her body to arrest a fall. Then knee buried itself in her gut.

Lucia's eyes widened as he lurched forward with a hacking cough and a wheeze. It didn't have the same punch most of Peggy's other strikes had when the girl was fresh, but being caught by surprise certainly helped it drill her good. She drew in a choked breath as her arms up and around, trying to clinch Peggy in a tight hug to prevent her from throwing another knee into her.

Peggy felt Lucia wrap her up closely and Peggy still had a hold of her. Not a great position but it was one Peggy was going to try to work with. Her head was still swimming, her vision blurry. The rest of her was not in as bad of shape though. Peggy held tightly and bent her knees. "I ain't done yet! Yaaaahhhhh!" Peggy shouted as she mustered everything she had to lift Lucia up and twist, bringing her crashing to the mat with a belly to belly suplex!

Peggy was out of it but that didn't mean she didn't have fight in her. She knew from descriptions of Alaina telling stories that she had something of a concussion. She never took this long to regain her vision or mental acuity. The fact that she was just finally realizing it now was a sign of that. Alaina had a concussion in a last woman standing match prior in her career, telling Peggy how long it took to properly recover.

Peggy knew this match would be the last one she had for a while but she wasn't going to stop. She also wasn't going to let this damn rookie stand over her victorious either. Peggy was going to do all she could to win this even if it cost her.

Lucia just needed a second or two to catch her breath. The unexpected knee had stolen the air from her lungs and she wasn't looking forward to another one. Once she had recovered she was going to knock this woman's head off. It was pretty common for someone to struggle and shove in a clinch, in some cases it was a useful tool for tiring an opponent. As the redhead wrapped her arms around her instead, it brought about only confusion over what was happening.

She was yanked off her feel with a surprised yelp as Peggy planted her on her back across the canvas letting out a grunt as the woman's weight come down on top of her. She winced, pressing a forearm to the woman's collar as she attempted to push her off. She cursed under her breath, angry with herself she had ever let up attacking.

Peggy knew she couldn't give Lucia any breathing room and she also knew she didn't have the luxury or trying to use finesse today. Peggy's head was still pounding, and she was just shoved off Lucia into a kneeling position. Peggy leapt back onto Lucia, swinging an elbow strike at her head to soften her up! From here, Peggy just gave up all pretenses of civility. She had to get back in this somehow. To that end, Peggy began swinging away at Lucia, sending rapid fire punches with all the force she could muster aimed at Lucia! Her face, her head it didn't matter where as long as some of the strikes connected.

Her pride was a problem. Peggy knew it got her in trouble, but she didn't care. She couldn't just fold like some wannabe who didn't belong in the ring. Peggy knew she belonged... didn't she? She had some good wins and some bad losses. She wasn't going to be one of those mediocre women who hung around and never got on track. Not if she could help it.

Things had started to become rather dire in this match. She saw history repeating, flashes of Peggy hammering her against the ropes earlier. It hard started with a look in the woman's eye, both times she could swear it was the same. A cross between desperation and a primal need to destroy. Being on her back didn't make for a very strong defensive position, but Peggy wasn't in the best spot either.

As the woman dove into her, the initial surge of the woman's elbow was met by her arms, ready for the blow after having shoved Peggy back. Regardless of her attentiveness to intercept had been, the bone on bone of their arms had been a painful wake up call for how badly she needed to not be here. She weathered the first punch that came from Peggy's right, but when the left was swing she reached up to grasp hold of the woman's forearm. Twisting she tried to tug the woman over her, as if making Peggy pin her.

She was quick to try to shove a arm out between the woman's legs, trying to leave her up and over Lucia onto her back from opposite of where she started. If she managed to do that, she would promptly roll off to the side to try and get back to her feet.