Lucia Lynch vs. Peggy McIntyre

Peggy was not succeeding in causing any real damage, but at least Lucia seemed to get the message that Peggy wasn't to be trifled with. However, as Peggy was about to hammer into Lucia more the referee started a count and peggy's chest was thrust into by a hard kick! Peggy stumbled back falling to a knee as she looked up at Lucia. Peggy grit her teeth and remembered an approach Alaina used. Maybe it would work for Peggy?

When in doubt, everyone has a plan until ya slam them.

Peggy fought through the pain she felt, ignoring the throbbing aching pain in her chest from the kick. She moved right up to Lucia as she grabbed her around the shoulder, bending down a bit and grabbing her between the legs with her other arm. Peggy also knew that a lovely little empowering act was picking a woman up, holding her at her mercy and slamming her down as hard as she could! That was Peggy intent, and she tried to lift Lucia up high and taunt by smacking her backside as she held her before slamming her hard to the mat!

Once she had been driven back Lucia had taken more than her fair share of solid punches from Peggy, enough to visibly rattle her. As soon as she had shove the woman away with her kick she fell back into the ropes, hooking her arms over the topmost one to slump a bit. She hung her head trying to take a moment to recover.

Peggy seemed to have other ideas, trudging right back up to her. She was ripped from the ropes, her own hand coming up to grasp at the redhead's forearm in protest but she didn't seem to have the ability to actually fight the grapple at the moment. She gasped as Peggy shoved a hand between her legs, scooping her up off the ground.

She was held aloft, kicking wildly until a hand clapped her backside. She looked slightly confused, a faint bit of color in her cheeks. "Did you just...?!" Before she could get an answer, she was being brought back down to the ring. "Uuugh!" Her body crashed to the canvas, shaking the entire ring. On the ground she groaned, arching her back slightly as she writhed on the mat.

Peggy felt good after that simple but effective slam. It was almost therapeutic in a way. However there was far more she could do. Far more she had to do!

Peggy got herself in position next to Lucia. She jumped up as high as she could as she extended her legs, trying to land a leg drop across Lucia's upper chest! "Being on the wrong end o' punishment ain't too fun is it?" Peggy said mid-air as she looked down upon Lucia!

Lucia settled back onto the canvas as the sharp stinging of her flat impact had left up her spine. She took in a deep ragged breath, squinting up at Peggy as the woman looked over her. She seemed to relish the change in dynamic as the lone wolf was laid out on the ground. The Irish woman had tapped into something, her level of energy was impressive after rushing her down like that with a flurry of punches she was still going strong. Lucia worked her cardio quite hard as well, but didn't know if she could even manage that.

She clenched an eye shut as a trickle of sweat dropped down into it, stinging slightly. She watched helplessly as Peggy leap up, there was nothing to stop her this time. Her thighs came crashing down, flattening Lucia's chest with a swift hard impact. "Urrg!" Her legs flopped up slightly before dropping back to the mat. She lay groaning beneath Peggy's legs, muttering weakly. "I've... Had worse..."

Peggy came crashing down on Lucie and herd Lucia. Her comment didn't make Peggy mad, this one made her smile. "I guess I need to pick up my game then huh?" Peggy said with a bit of a sigh. She did have to hammer away at Lucia, but how? Suddenly a thought occurred. She already had her legs practically down on Lucia, she may as well keep using them while making a minimal adjustment.

Peggy moved herself, wrapping her legs around Lucia's head and squeezing, putting the woman in a side head scissors hold! Peggy wiggled her hips and bit and flexed an arm to the crowd winking at them before using both hands to balance herself on the mat. She knew this could be effective and she was giving it her all to try to crush poor Lucia's airways! "How's this suit ya lass?" Peggy asked as she kept the hold going, trying to elicit more of a reaction out of Lucia.... and hopefully a submission too!

Lucia winced as Peggy tugged her head up, slipping it between her legs. For some reason she didn't look very concerned, which was odd given the fact she was about to be placed in a submission hold. While the crowd seemed to enjoy the show of Peggy coiling her legs around Lucia's head and showing off her impressive biceps, it seemed a good many of them were confused as well. It seemed as though they noticed the same thing that Lucia had, but Peggy hadn't.

"Rope break!"

The referee called for the hold to split up almost as soon as it had been applied. Lucia's hand lay draped across the ropes... Peggy had never moved her away, simply slammed her down right next to where she had been tied up in the ropes prior. When Peggy did release the hold, the battered lone wolf would be giving her one of those fanged smirks. "Warm, brief, you take good care of your skin." She coughs softly between her chuckling. "I'd give it two stars."

Peggy groaned as she made a rookie mistake. She was hoping that 20 matches into her Friction career those were done but the 21 year old apparently still got herself caught up in the moment. She kept the hold going as the referee began to count but let go at three before rolling backward and rising up to her feet to reset. "I just have to do more to give ya a five start beating n' leave ya looking up at the lights vacant don't I?" Peggy said with a grin.

She waited for Lucia to rise and wanted to unleash more in the way of suplexes. Damn Peggy loved those. She beckoned Lucia forward, trying to lure her into a favorite of hers that was fun to pull off and she knew they were painful as she herself had been caught in a few compliments of her favorite training partner. Peggy crouched low, trying to move in and wrap up one of Lucia's legs raising it up as Peggy moved in to hug her. From there if her endeavor was successful a smiling Peggy would lift Lucia up and back to complete the painful t-bone suplex!

"I was just rating your thighs actually. Very lush, inviting atmosphere. It's held back by the poor management. I rate the beating one stars. Not at all enjoyable." At the very least Peggy wasn't attacking her on the ground again. That was a plus. She was hanging nearby which didn't seem good. Against her better judgement she started to pull herself up, climbing the ropes like a ladder to get to her feet.

Sure enough, when she turned to face Peggy the woman was on her in and instant. She was held close, one leg scooped up under Peggy's arm. It was nice, for a moment. Then the woman threw herself back and hurled Lucia across the ring.

The lone wolf yelped as she hit the canvas hard on her side, tumbling along the mat until she was face down. She breathed out heavily as she lay their on the ground. Things had gone down hill pretty fast, but that seemed to be the swing dynamic they had. Once one of them built up momentum they began to dominate. She needed to get in something, anything. Otherwise Peggy was just going to keep manhandling her.

She dragged her arms closer across the mat, planting her palms as she slowly started to rise. Her head was hung, long beautiful black hair hanging down over her face like a veil. Lucia had plenty of naysayers about if she belonged in an AFW ring, something they could never take away from her was how tough she was when push came to shove. It was hard to keep her down.

Peggy growled as Lucia began to force herself up. That would not do at all! Peggy grit her teeth and ran right at Lucia. She wasn't going for anything fancy here, just a simple strike she hoped would be effective. Peggy ran in and brought her leg back, aiming a running soccer style kick (or football if someone was from Ireland where Peggy was from) right at Lucia's abdomen as she worked her way up to her feet! IF it hit Peggy knew it was going to hurt like hell. However, if it missed she would Charlie Brown and whiff.

A miss would mean an opening for Lucia. Peggy couldn't allow that to happen... could she?

Lucia's body visibly rose up as Peggy's kick suck deep into her midsection. Enough to lift her temporarily off her hands and knees. The lone wolf flopped onto her side , eyed clenched shut, arms wrapped around her stomach as he gasped and coughed.

She leaned away, rolling herself to the outside of the ring, looking to get away for just a moment at least. She dropped down off the apron and started to hobbly away from the ring, keeping her distance as much as possible. A few fans started howling and reached out to you her in hopes he would turn around and notice them.