Gemma Faraday vs. Peggy McIntyre: Cage Match!

Peggy was more than satisfied with her results watching Gemma slumped against the ropes! Peggy rushed forward to clothesline Gemma, and was going to find out in short order that her tactics would be her undoing!

Peggy looked on in horror as Gemma moved and went low leading to Peggy's head plowing into the steel cage! She let out an ear splitting scream as her wound reopened and red flecks of blood were splattered onto the cage at the point of impact! Peggy howled as she slumped on the floor in a daze and again at the mercy of Gemma!

Gemma was breathing hard, shoulders heaving as her body fell almost limp against the ropes. She was taking a gamble, just hanging there while Peggy was set to come bearing down on her. If she mistimed this, or missed her grab, Peggy was going to come down on her with a fury that Gemma might not be able to come back from!

Fortunately, everything actually came together. Peggy came in, Gemma snatched her up, and slammed her square into the steel cage! Gemma's eyes opened wide in shock, as she saw the spray of blood across the cage. Wincing, the British Bombshell tried not to think about how badly she'd just brutalized her foe. She couldn't think about that, not now. Now, there was just Gemma's chance to win this, and put an end to the two women's blood feud.

Gemma took a second to thrust her boot down at Peggy. Just one quick shot, a stomp to Peggy's face. Gemma stood dominantly over the redhead for a second, before letting herself turn away. Now, the Brit wrapped her fingers around the blood-spatterd rungs of the cage, and began pulling her aching body up, finally trying to escape the cage!

Peggy was in a daze when the foot came down on her head! "Augh....." There was no angry scream, agonizing cry, or spiteful verbal attack at Gemma. Peggy could only weakly groan as she flopped back down to the mat. More of her head and face were red than white now, and she had blood mixed in with her hair. Peggy was a mess.

She heard the crowd begin to roar and looked up to see a fuzzy image of Gemma climbing the cage! Peggy weakly began to stir, making it up to her feet and hobbling forward, flopping against the cage! as she reached up. "S-stop ya damn picture perfect little brat..." Peggy said trying to sound angry, but all she really did was succeeded in sounding like she was running on empty. Still, Peggy reached up to try to climb and reach up at Gemma's ankle!

Every muscle in her body was screaming at her, but Gemma kept pulling herself up the cage wall. She tried not to rush herself too hard, and risk giving her battered head vertigo, but she didn't want to waste any time. Until, sure enough, she felt Peggy's hand clasp around her boot!

"Bloody hell~!" Gemma whined, loudly, dismayed that her opponent was up and ready to stop her. Her shoulders shuddered, as she tried to shake the irate Irish woman off her boot. Gemma's body jiggled and bounced on the chain-link fence, her efforts threatening to send her careening off the cage to the mat below! Still, Gemma could hear the wear in the woman's voice. Gemma gave her boot a hard shake, freeing her boot. "Y-you could always join me up here," Gemma said, sparing a moment to give a smirk and a wink, "if you're not too scared, now!" It was a bluff. Gemma was terrified of the prospect of fighting Peggy from the precarious cage. She just hoped that, as she got herself climbing once again, her fiery redheaded opponent would be too scared to follow after!

Peggy wearily grunted as she glared at Gemma, climbing up as quickly as the could! However, despite her monumental effort her speed wasn't all there. Peggy was much faster and more nimble than she looked, but right now Gemma was fuzzy to her and she swore there were two of her...

Still, that did not deter Peggy. She climbed up and grabbed at Gemma, yanking her hair and she got herself up to the top with Gemma! "Ya damned princess... I'll make ya look even worse than I do by the time I'm done with ya!" Peggy weakly shouted as she did her best to drive her fist into the side of Gemma's skull as she kept hold of her foe's hair!

Gemma went hand over hand, boot over boot, as she dragged her trembling body up the steel cage. She'd taken a hell of a beating, thus far, and was moving far more slowly than usual. Slow enough, unfortunately, that Peggy was able to mount the cage, and keep pace!

"Eeeeoowww!" Gemma wailed, as Peggy clutched her hair. The Brit was straddling the top cage, as Peggy used her as a handhold to join her there. Grimacing in pain, Gemma couldn't get away from Peggy as the Irish woman slugged her, right upside the head! "Aaargh," Gemma groaned, head rocked by the blow. Pushing past the pain, Gemma reached out, and grabbed two fistfuls of Peggy's own red lock. With that, the Brit thrust Peggy's head down, looking to slam Peggy's head into the cage, itself! "Let's see how you look after this one, slagamuffin!"

Peggy hammered Gemma as hard as she could but Gemma continued to show resolve! "Ngh.... let go ya damned - ARGH!" Peggy shouted as her head was again slammed off the cage! She reeled back in a daze, struggling to hang onto the cage! Peggy was unable to see straight and knew things were dire.

How could this scrawny little punk have gotten her over? Peggy shook her head as she knew there was no way she would simply roll over and let Gemma get anything! Peggy was going to prove that she was the better wrestler!

Peggy let out a loud shout as she reared her head back, not thinking things through and trying to slam her hurting head right down on the bridge of Gemma's nose with a hard surprise headbutt!

The steel cage shuddered beneath the women's bodies, as Peggy's face bounced off of it. Gemma could feel the vibrating metal between her toned thighs, as she straddled the top of the cage. So close to escaping, but Peggy just wasn't going to let that happen. The Irish woman reeled back, and hit Gemma with a shocking blow- a headbutt, right across the poor Brit's face!

"Aoww!" Gemma wailed, as blood began to run from her nose. Tears and blood marring the punk girl's face, Gemma could only hope the damage hadn't been permanent. Gemma blinked hard a couple of times, swaying precariously from her perch. For a second, the Brit looked like she might take a tumble, but tensed her body and held tight.

Gemma had to try something different. A straight brawl here, and Peggy stood a good chance of besting her. Gemma had to be clever, instead. Reachign down, the Brit wrapped her fingers around Peggy's ankle- and shoved her boot between the links of the cage, trying to cram and trap the Irish woman's leg in the steel structure!

Peggy was getting ready to strike trying to hammer Gemma off the cage when she suddenly went low! Peggy struggled to keep her balance, unable to prevent her leg from being stuck! "Oh no ya don't!" Peggy shouted as she tried to reach down and grab at Gemma in an effort to bounce Gemma's head off the cage!

However, Peggy's movements were hampered by the sudden realization that her leg was stuck! Her swing was awkward, and her dazed, pained face clearly reflected panic as Peggy was rendered temporarily immobile!

Gemma was breathing heavy, her chest heaving against her top as she got worked hard at getting Peggy into the position she wanted her. Gemma had managed to get one boot through the cage, and pulled it through as best she could. Fortunately, the strategy kept Peggy from catching Gemma's head again, letting the British Bombshell keep at her work!

With one foot in the cage, Gemma reached out and clutched Peggy's other leg. Pulling it against the first leg, Gemma was trying to use Peggy's position in the cage to catch her other leg against the one she'd trapped. Then, Gemma tucked her own leg in there, hoping to get a modified figure-four like position.

"Let's see who's so weak after this one, slagabelle!" Gemma said, her voice hoase, before she braced her boot against Peggy's midsection, and began wrenching back on the hold! Chewing her lip, Gemma pulled back hard, hoping to wear some of the fight out of her ever-fiesty opponent!