Maria Tempesta vs. Peggy McIntyre

Peggy was a fast woman despite how she looked. She thought she was gong to catch Maria with a satisfying kick right to that damn face of hers. However, Peggy was mistaken hitting nothing but air and getting hammered in the back of the head for a reward! Peggy groaned as she stumbled forward, her hand rubbing the back of her head.

She had enough. She had enough when the match started. Peggy didn't just dislike Maria, she hated her. It was like Chloe all over again. That was the last thing Peggy wanted was to give Maria any more momentum than she already had. Peggy turned again and this time opted to simply rush right at Maria, lowering her shoulder in an attempt to plow Maria into the ground with a shoulder block!

Peggy came at her fast, faster than Maria had even expected. She felt the other girl's boot whistle overhead as she ducked, before spinning, moving with an almost balletic grace as she kicked back up and nailed Peggy in the back of the head. It was a good hit, one that Maria felt the impact of and made the Irish girl stumble...but it wasn't enough to drop the other girl. Spinning around, Maria raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Seriously?"

She moved to correct this little error and attack Peggy again...but this time, the Irish girl was ready for her with a fierce shoulder block. "OOOOF!" Maria gasped as the shoulder blow cannoned into her, knocking her flat on her back and leaving her out of breath. "Nnnf...dammit..."

Peggy took Maria down and needed to try to build up some more momentum! She bent down to pull Maria up by the hair, wrapping one arm around her head, grabbings the waist of her wrestling attire with her other! "You are a cocky bitch ya know that? Humblin' your ass as gonna be great, the look on your face is gonna be priceless!" Peggy said as she began to lift!

Suplexes were Peggys favorite offense. She loved the power of lifting someone up, with them at her mercy. The crashing down was also a plus since it took fight out of her foe. Vertical suplexes were simple but effective, and that is what Peggy needed right now to keep taking the fight to Maria. Peggy grinned as she lift, hoping the impact was as big as she expected it to be.

After taking a shoulderful of Peggy to her bare midsection, Maria was now down on the mat, breathing hard. She should have been able to dodge someone as heavy and ponderous as Peggy, but damn her, the Irish girl was quicker than Maria expected.

She gasped as her head was grabbed, and gasped further as her outfit was yanked. Realizing what was going on, Maria would try to grab on to Peggy's head as she was lifted up, hoping to counter the suplex by scissoring Peggy's head and flipping her over onto her back!

Just when Peggy thought she was going to gain a foothold, Maria took away her momentum, bringing Peggy to a grinding halt! Peggy wasn't sure how the hell Maria pulled it off from the position she was in... but Maria managed to turn a vertical suplex into a hurricanrana! Peggy hit the mat hard, screaming and laying on her back, kicking in agony as she was again disheartened by Maria!

Peggy was wondering if she would ever be able to gain enough momentum to take the fight to Maria, to take control of the match. Right now her offense was the sort she worked in to try to keep things close, to stay alive and keep from getting buried.

That had been close. Too close, Maria knew. Staggering to her feet, she took the opportunity to take several deep breaths, her midsection still hurting a little after Peggy's brutal shoulder tackle. Her opponent, unsurprisingly, hit like a ton of bricks, only she was definitely more maneuverable than one. She would have to watch out for that from this point on.

Brushing her hair back dramatically, Maria would grab Peggy by her red locks and haul her to her feet. "Come on, chica," she growled, "let's go for a trip." Grabbing Peggy by the arm, she would spin, aiming to whip Peggy into the corner post. She would be running at her almost immediately with her follow-up, her signature charging kick to the head-- El Rayo!

Peggy was hurting, staggering as she was hauled up. She did not resist as she was sent flying. Her impact against the turnbuckle hurt but she couldn't even process it.

The El-Rayo to the head left her head whipping back, and Peggy went limp. Her eyes were shut as she fell limp to the mat, laying in a lifeless heap!

Maria felt the tremor of impact run through her leg as her boot collided violently with Peggy's skull. As the Irish girl slumped to the mat, Maria raised an arm and yelled exuberantly to get the crowd going. A lot of them were still replying with boos and shouts, but Maria didn't care too much for their opinion at this point. As far as she was concerned, the fact that she was winning now was all that mattered. 

Yanking Peggy up by the hair, Maria pulled her up by a standing position. Then, in a move calculated to surprise and temporarily stun Peggy, she leaned and locked lips with the Irish girl, her tongue briefly darting with hers in a full-on kiss...before driving a hard knee into her midsection, aiming to keep her nice, breathless and stunned.

Peggy was limp as Maria pulled her up. However the unexpected kiss shocked Peggy and jolted her back to life for a brief second as she slapped Maria hard across the face! "Fuckin' no! Arrrrgh!"" Peggy said as she landed the slap, but again went limp like putty in Maria's hands as the knee made her crumple in a head down to her knees.

Peggy felt like everything she did was futile, and Maria would always have a counter. Making things worse this cocky woman seemed to want to have her way with Peggy and that in and of itself worried her as much as her lack of ability to take the fight to her foe. Tonight was looking like a very bad night.

Maria had to admit, it was devilishly fun to plant that kiss on Peggy, since the Irish girl reacted just as Maria had imagined she would-- with prudish shock, alarm, more than a little outrage, and, Maria hoped, a bit of arousal. Even as Maria lashed out with a kick, however, Peggy lashed out with a hard slap.

"Ah!" Maria gasped, Peggy's hand lashed across her cheek, leaving a red mark in its wake, even as her knee thudded into Peggy's unprotected gut. Glaring down at the Irish girl, Maria grabbed her by the head. "What, you don't like it on a first date?" She teased, before grabbing her by the arm and whipping her across the ring. She would be right behind Peggy as she came bouncing back, aiming to leap up, expertly wrap one leg around her head while grabbing at her arm, and try to flip her hard to the mat!