Gemma Faraday vs. Peggy McIntyre: Cage Match!

Peggy was an aching, throbbing, and bloody mess! Her face was half red and the side of her head had blood in her hair although the flow from her nose seemed to have let up at least. She was still quite a sight. Amazingly, the pretty slender girl didn't take shots at how awful Peggy looked when she wad down.

Peggy groaned and was essentially dead weight as Gemma lift her up and hammered her into the corner! Peggy weakly grabbed the ropes, kicking at the ground with her feet as Gemma was proving to be quite the strong, tough little woman! That fact alone burned into Peggy worse than anything. As great as her pain was, seeing Gemma woman handling her like this was the worst! "I fuckin' hate ya....." Peggy groaned as she trembled, gasping for breath in the corner.

Gemma took a moment to catch her breath, after slamming Peggy's body into the turnbuckle. It was still far better than another deadlift off the mat, at least. So, after Gemma managed to catch her breath, she pushed her way up past Peggy's ample bust and got back up to her feet. Stumbling back a bit, Gemma didn't look much better than her opponent, now that she was looking at her. Both women had blood running down their pretty faces, matting their usually immaculate hair.

Gemma took a few steps back, from Peggy. The fact that the Irish woman was still spitting insults at her, even after the rough suplex to the cage, brought a half-smile to Gemma's lips. Good lord, this Irish woman was tough! Still, Gemma had a job to do. Suddenly tensing, Gemma broke into a run for Peggy's spot in the corner. She threw herself up into the air, arms spread wide, aiming to hit Peggy hard with a flying full body splash, to squash her body hard against the corner!

Peggy was slumped in the corner when Gemma crashed down on her like a tidal wave! She lacked mass but made up for it in speed! "AHHHH!" Peggy cried out as she dropped down to the mat, her chest rising as she clutched it in her arms, kicking the mat in pain as she laid in the corner.

Humiliation and agony wracked Peggy's entire being as she laid there. Her eyes were shut and tears may have been pooling at the edges of her closed eyelids. "I... hate... y-you...." peggy wheezed out, barely above a low growl.

Gemma felt Peggy compress beneath her, as she landed on the poor Irish woman! She bounced off of her in almost peppy fashion, body and pigtails bouncing in contrast to the Brit's bloodied face. Gemma dropped to a standing position on the mat, letting her boots come to rest on the mat at either side of the downed Irish woman.

Gemma shook her head, just barely able to make out Peggy's latest verbal venom. Smiling, Gemma bent over at the waist, giving a cheeky wiggle of her bum as she got in Peggy's face and offered her a snarky "V" finger sign. "Love you too, cheeky!" she said, her voice sounding rough. Then, to simply rub in her domination further, Gemma hopped up, grasped the ropes, and came down hard with her bottom on Peggy's chest! Landing that, Gemma would follow it up by rocking herself with the ropes, bouncing up and down on Peggy's body with a modified bronco buster!

Peggy was gasping for breath already when Gemma's backside came crashing down! Peggy cried out in pain and then in surprise as the modified bronco buster was applied! It didn't feel good, but the shock and humiliation felt even worse! Peggy kicked the mat rapidly in pain as she reached her arms up trying to get Gemma off of her! "ARRGH! Get offa me you cocky bitch!"

To that end, Peggy tried wrapping an arm between Gemma's legs and around her waist in an effort to catch her in a surprise schoolgirl pin!

Pigtails bouncing above her head, Gemma couldn't help but let out a loud laugh as she rocked her bottom up and down off of Peggy's prone body! After all of the grim seriousness of their last several encounters, letting loose with a display of dominance and even humor felt incredibly good! Additionally, since the ropes were doing a good deal of the work, Gemma could even catch some of her breath in the process!

That confidence came back to bite Gemma in the end, however, as Peggy managed to get an arm between Gemma's legs and roll her over in a surprise schoolgirl pin. The fun came to an immediate end as Gemma's shoulders rolled onto the mat. "Damn!" Gemma cried out, face reddening at the sudden reversal of fortune. Upon hearing the referee's "ONE!" count, Gemma rolled with Peggy's momentum, bucked her hips, and tried to throw the Irish woman off of her!

A worn out Peggy was in no shape to stop Gemma from kicking out. The Irish woman staggered up to her feet, literally seeing red. "Come on!" Peggy howled as she stepped up to Gemma looking to hammer her with a forearm smash to the face, followed by a hard body punch to her abdomen!

If Gemma wanted to turn this into a knock-down, drag out fight Peggy was more than happy to oblige her!

Gemma got up to shaky legs, still recovering from the idea that Peggy had nearly stolen the match out from under her. The steampunk girl could have kicked herself, for getting so cocky! Peggy was way too tough, to underestimate, like that! And sure enough, the Irish woman was right on top of her, swinging hard with a forearm that rocked Gemma's face, and a punch that sank hard into her firm abs!

"HOOOFFF!" Gemma moaned, as she felt her belly collapse under the blow. Gemma remained upright, but only barely. Her knees started to buckle beneath her, but she remained up. Raising her fists, the Brit decided to return blow for blow, with two sharp jabs aimed square for Peggy's face! If the redhead wanted to trade shots, Gemma would trade shots!

Peggy found herself blindsided by the two jabs! "Ungh!!" She groaned as she held her hands over her face, staggering back! However, Peggy didn't drop! Instead she charged right at Gemma, stepping in to a hard punch aimed right at the side of the speedy woman's face!

"I'm gonna drop yer scrawny ass ya damn punk!" Peggy howled as her fist flew forward at Gemma's face! Peggy wasn't just putting her power or weight into her strikes now, all her embarrassment, anger, frustration and everything else she felt around Gemma went into it as well! She was sure Gemma was fired up, doing the same!

Still, Peggy was determined not to be the first woman to drop in this exchange!

Gemma's eyes widened, as she saw Peggy holding her ground. The British Bombshell had been on the receiving end of Peggy's anger enough times to know how hard the Irish woman could dish it out- and Gemma was going to have to take a lot of it, before this match was over!

When Peggy came roaring back, Gemma's soft cheek soaked the full brute force of the punch. Gemma went wide-eyed, as she watched spit and sweat spray and fly off of her face! Rocked, the Brit fell back with side, staggering steps. Gemma ended up losing her balance, after a moment, her body collapsing against the ring ropes. Opening and closing her eyes, mouth hanging open in an "o" shape, Gemma looked shocked by the power that Peggy was putting into her swings. If Gemma didn't concede that Peggy was winning this exchange of blows now, she would be forced to do so after Peggy put her one the mat!

Body tensing on the ropes, however, the Brit was preparing herself. She knew her opponent wasn't going to let her hang back and rest for long, so Gemma wanted to be ready for when Peggy pushed the attack. Hoping the redhead would come in close, Gemma prepped herself to reach out, grab Peggy by her spandex ring gear, and swing her hard into the unforgiving steel cage.