Mia Yukari Wilson vs. Peggy McIntyre

Peggy moaned as she was pulled up and sent running towards the ropes! She bounced off and saw Mia rushing right back at her so Peggy knew the last place she wanted to be was upright running right at Mia. To that end once Mia was close Peggy would go low, not breaking stride and rolling as Mia jumped! Mia would hit nothing but air and Peggy would roll right onto her feet.

"Ya wanted to do something like this right?!" Peggy shouted as she now ran to the ropes, trying to bounce off and land her own running dropkick to the chest of Mia as she got back up to her feet!

Mia wanted to seal her good start of the match with a stylish dropkick to Peggy’s chest as she was returning after bouncing on the ropes. As the Mustang took flight and sent the kick what she wasn’t expecting at all was the Irish reacting with cat like reflexes. The redhead dropped on the mat and rolled under Mia’s flying body just at the exact moment, putting her out of danger as Mia would fall flat on her side against the canvas. “Ugh… shit.” Falling on the mat with no rival to hit wasn’t very painful, but it was a declaration, a statement coming from Peggy that said that the Irish was one step ahead. Mia rubbed her side as she regained her footing.

Only to meet Peggy once more. The Irish had used that time and all the momentum she had to rebound on the ropes a second time and then she would come at Mia with a dropkick of her own! The Mustang didn’t even have the time to defend herself, she took the kick in the chest with a gasp of surprise and a yelp of sudden pain. Mia fell on her butt once more and rolled on her side clenching her teeth and punching the mat in frustration and pain.

"Haha! How'dya like that one girlie!?" Peggy said with a sneer as she stomped down twice on Mia's abdomen before bending down to grab hold of her. Peggy grit her teeth, exerting quite a bit of effort to lift Mia into the air and get some height before flipping her over, trying to hammer her with a deadlift gut wrench suplex! Peggy was not going to waste this golden opportunity she had created for herself, determined to try to build an advantage against a speedy foe like Mia.

Mia groaned in disatisfaction. If being dropkicked on the chest wasn’t enough to get her good streak to a sudden stop, it looked like now it was Peggy the one that really wanted to apply more pressure to her rival and take the lead in the match. As the Mustang lay on the mat the Irish stomped on her twice to make the brunette think twice about getting up. It worked for enough time, rendering Mia still as Peggy had some time to think what to do next.

And what the redhead wanted to do after to keep cementing her advantage was as gut wrench suplex. Mia was a light woman but being tossed around and hitting the mat so many times in such a short space of time was starting to wear her down. After impacting the canvas once more she had clear that she needed some space and resetting postitions, and that was exactly what she did, rolling away from her rival as she used the ropes to support her body back on her feet. If she wanted to stay alive on the match she needed to start taking the fight to Peggy once more.

Peggy saw Mia rolling away and using the ropes to get back up to her feet. Peggy stomped her way over to grab Mia by the hair to help her rise up to her feet as well! She spun Mia around and shoved her against the ropes back-first. "Time to show ya what I am capable of lass!" Peggy said as she began to hammer Mia with a flurry of forearm smashes to the chest while she was backed up against the ropes, working her over strike after strike! Peggy was mad and knew these strikes would do a number on the smaller wrestler.

Peggy was just in the zone. The Irish had found her center in the match and was pushing Mia against a wall to the point the Mustang felt completely out of theplace for the time being. She had started strong but now she was feeling staggered by what it looked like it was going to be an endless flurry of strikes and moves.

Once more Mia wasn’t allowed to break some distance as Peggy stomped on her and then dragged her against the ropes. There was nowhere to escape as Mia leaned against the ropes taking hit after hit. Peggy was relentless with her forearm smashes, and the treatment she was getting lately was starting to really wear Mia down, the Mustang feeling as if she wouldn’t be able to fight back. It was slowly becoming a one sided match and she hated that. She just needed an opportunity window, but that wasn’t coming. Until then, she was just Peggy’s punching bag.

Peggy was just in the zone. The Irish had found her center in the match and was pushing Mia against a wall to the point the Mustang felt completely out of theplace for the time being. She had started strong but now she was feeling staggered by what it looked like it was going to be an endless flurry of strikes and moves.

Once more Mia wasn’t allowed to break some distance as Peggy stomped on her and then dragged her against the ropes. There was nowhere to escape as Mia leaned against the ropes taking hit after hit. Peggy was relentless with her forearm smashes, and the treatment she was getting lately was starting to really wear Mia down, the Mustang feeling as if she wouldn’t be able to fight back. It was slowly becoming a one sided match and she hated that. She just needed an opportunity window, but that wasn’t coming. Until then, she was just Peggy’s punching bag.

Peggy hammered away at Mia and after she was satisfied she decided to pull Mia away by the hair, wrapping her arm around Mia's head while reaching down to hook a leg. Peggy cried out as she lift Mia up looking to send her crashing to the mat with one of her favorite moves! Peggy wanted to hammer Mia with the fisherman suplex and keep her back arched to keep Mia held down in a pinning position right after the impact!

The referee saw this and slid in to place, raising their hand up and starting the pin count.

"ONE!"

What a terrible way for the match to unfold. For the last minutes Mia had been only cannon fodder, a punching bag Peggy could beat, the Mustang getting really frustrated as the Irish kept going with her forearm strikes. “Get your shit together and fight back, girl.” Unluckily for Mia, while she was thinking those words of encouragement her rival had devised a new plan to keep the pressure going.

Before Mia could go from thought to action, Peggy got a hold on her once more. It didn’t help Mia’s feeling of exhaustion and pain having the floor turned upside down now and then, and once more it happened to her as her rival tossed her around in a display of strength that was a fisherman suplex. The Mustang was getting tired of that treatment, metaphorically and literally. After being suplexed again Mia wasn’t unable to move for some time.

At least until she noticed her rival pinning her. No, it wouldn’t be as easy for Peggy. If she was going down the Irish would have to earn the win. Just an instant after the “Two!” count Mia used all her strength to buck her body and break the pin.

Peggy felt Mia kick out and she shook her head, disappointed that the fisherman suplex didn't do the trick. "Come on...." Peggy groaned to herself as she got back up to her feet, pulling Mia by the hair up with her. Peggy moved around behind Mia and spun, getting behind her to grab her around the waist. She lift Mia up and was looking to smash her to the mat with a release German suplex putting everything she had into it, the impact reflecting the disappointment she felt at not winning the match a moment ago!