Lucia Lynch vs. Peggy McIntyre

Peggy was out of it as her leg was kicked out from underneath her. She groaned and tried to keep focus on Lucia. As she rushed forward Peggy had a rough idea of what was coming. She had to move. Somewhere, anywhere but the spot she was currently in. Peggy had to stay defensive until she had there where with all to effectively fight back. That just wasn't her in her current state.

Peggy decided to drop down to her side, rolling away as Lucia's deadly kick sailed over head missing its mark! Peggy was happy to have dodged that bullet, but she had to roll away, make distance and get up to her feet before Lucia could gather what happened and mount more offense against Peggy. She had zero room for error. She had to recover then hammer into Lucia. Unfortunately that was far easier said than done.

As Lucia whirled around, she was sure the match was done. Peggy could barely drag herself into the ring, there was no way she had enough left in the tank to actually fight her. As her kick rounded, she found it slicing through air as the intending target was rolling off into the sunset. She carried the kick through with her momentum to face the direction of her fleeing adversary and gave chase.

A light jog at first turned into a run towards Peggy as she was trying to rise. The lone wolf made her presence known as she charged in, letting forth her signature howl into the arena as the audience howled back in response. Once she had closed in, her leg cocked back before firing her a soccer kick up at Peggy's head. "Stay down!"

That damn howl. The audience loving it... Peggy couldn't figure out why they liked her so much. However, there was a silver lining to that howl. It provided her warning. Peggy saw Lucia coming, taking a few deeps breaths as she approached. Peggy would try to reach and grab Lucia's leg as she herself fell back, twisting her torso. She would try to turn that soccer kick into something of an out-of-position dragon screw to toss Lucia to the mat as she charged in!

Peggy had gotten some recovery time and her vision wasn't outright blurry anymore. Her ears did ring however, and she was still trying to blink some of the fog away. She had to get back in this and hit something big. Now. She was in rough shape and if she took any more big head shots it would be the end of her. Peggy couldn't let this woman beat her, not with her experience in the ring. Not with Lucia treating wrestling like a stage instead of a competition. As much as Peggy did like playing to the crowd, a part of her always loved the fact that this was a serious stage.

Lucia was shocked when her kick not only missed it's target, but found itself trapped in Peggy's grip. She awkwardly hopped on one foot, trying to pogo herself backwards to pull free, but the redhead had other plans. The Irish woman twisted, digging her arm up and under Lucia's knee to hard it coaxed the rest of her body to follow. In another moment of bafflement, she found herself spun through the air to come crashing back down to the mats with a heavy grunt.

She raised her head, propping herself up on her elbows as she glared down her body at Peggy, the woman who refused to stay down. She was starting to regret giving the girl a break not. She had done so out of curiosity more than anything, firmly believing she would be able to put the girl away relatively fast once she returned to the ring. "This is suppose to be the part where I pin you. Stop going off script." She let out a chuckle, shoving herself closer to Peggy while still on the ground, butt scooting the small distance between them to throw out another thrust kick, aiming to belt the redhead wherever she could with another hard blow. "Aaaaaand scene!"

Peggy saw Lucia coming and again had a way out, even if it wasn't the most glorified. Peggy simply flipped down flat to the mat and rolled back, rising up to her feet! Peggy's ascent was a bit of a dizzy one, causing her to wobble and stumble but damn it, she was standing up again! "This ain't a movie lass. I don't care for your script. I ain't here to play a role in whatever your mind thought up, I am here to win!"

Peggy let out a shout as she in turn rushed forward, jumping up and trying to fly through the air, her torso spinning as her legs rose up, sailing around aimed right at Lucia's face! Peggy's spinning wheel kick was going to hurt like hell if it landed, even if it meant the Irish lass with the pounding headache was going to end up even dizzier herself. The pain it inflicted on Lucia would be well worth it and hopefully get Peggy back in the thick of it!

Sat up slightly and grounded, she made for an easy target for the wide arch of Peggy's wheel kick. Body thrown back to the canvas hard enough to roll her temporarily up onto her shoulders before gravity dragged her back down onto her back. Her pain was almost as great as her frustration as she clutched the back of her head, which had snapped into the canvas as a result of the kick.

She didn't linger too long here though, opting to cut off Peggy's options for a follow-up by rolling herself under the bottom rope, half in the ring half on the apron. She made sure to catch sigh of the other woman, now that she was gaining momentum she had to be more careful. She knew she could put this woman down, she just needed to be able to hit her again.

Peggy shook her head as Lucia seemed to need another breather again. Peggy instead of giving chase backed off and motioned Lucia to come at her. "Whats wrong? Is the big bad howlin' wolf all show and no action?"

Peggy waited and steadied herself. She wanted Lucia to move in. She would wait and work her way towards Lucia once she got up trying to entice her close. Suddenly, Peggy would rush at Lucia, making it look like she was going for a clothesline as a feint.

Once close Peggy would roll low and to the side, trying to get up behind Lucia and grab her around the waist. A quick lift and hard German suplex landing awaited the woman if she wasn't able to counter!

Lucia rose to her feet on the apron, leaning on the ropes. When she took note Peggy had not pursued, when decided to abuse that by taking her time a day let the girls momentum sizzle out. She folded her arms on the top rope, idly bouncing her weight off the cables lightly. It was clear to her the woman had a bit more fire left in her than the lone wolf had given her credit for. That was fine. She needed to stop going for that last big hit and change up her strategy.

"I'm not much for stereotypes honestly, but I guess Ireland does just export potatoes after all." She took a long exaggerated scan of Peggy with her golden eyes, flashing a fanged smile. The woman had shown her through the match that the redhead had a bit of a temper on her as well as an overwhelming dislike of how Lucia continued to take things less than serious. Unlike the woman in green, she saw the ring as just another stage. Yes, there were here to compete, but at the end of the day they were also here to entertain. If she couldn't land that last hit on her own, she hoped to let Peggy help her by riling the woman into making stupid mistakes.

Lucia rested her chin on her arms as she rested on the ropes. "Did you have much to drink before the match? I think I might have smelled some of that on your breath. Family traits?" Peggy had been inching closer ever since she had stood up. She knew enough to know where she was at the moment was a prime location to get knocked off from, so she finally slipped back into the ring. It had been a risk to not ready herself.for what was to come fully. She stood casually, confident, all a plot to annoy the Irish woman into making her think Lucia didn't see her as a threat, even though she very much did.

It was funny. For as much vitriol the two women spat between each other throughout the match, she found herself liking Peggy. There were a lot of familiar elements to the Irish woman that she could relate to, outside of wrestling anyway. They hadn't been too amiable during the match, but assuming Lucia's jabbing insults weren't taken to heart maybe they could have a chat later. She really wanted to know how to do some of those flippy moves as well.

When Peggy finally surged forward at her, it snapped Lucia into action herself, running forward to meet the woman head on. The clothesline was telegraphed from a mile away, another simple move she knew from training. Rather than trying to beat the girl out, she bent herself forward to duck under it... But it never came. The two women zoomed past one another, Lucia in a full tilt run, Peggy rolling past. By the time the redhead had risen to try to suplex her, Lucia was already gone, running off to the ropes.

She jumped into the ropes, turning in the air to throw her back into them hard. The cables strained as they were pulled back by the force she imposed on them until she was shot off like a lightning bolt, streaking back across the ring towards Peggy. As she came close, she leapt off the ground again, kicking up one foot, then the other, trying to catch the woman with two quick airborne strikes just under her chin. With her natural rise with the kicks, she arched back down, bringing her right leg back towards Peggy to try and drive the heel of her boot down into her skill to complete her impromptu scissor kick.

Peggy had run out of luck. As agile as she was, as quickly as she tried to move she was devastated by the two pronged kick. Peggy moaned weakly as she dropped down in a heap as she looked limp from the kicks.

Peggy crashed and didn't move after landing, laying motionless as she was planted face down on the canvass. Peggy looked out of it in a daze at best. At worst given the headshots she took she may have been knocked out with a concussion.

She wasn't sure if she had caught Peggy by surprise or the toll of the match had finally caught up to the redhead but she managed to dig her boots it solidly. They took her up, snapping back the head of her opponent and brought it back down to send Peggy crumpling to the mat. She had almost lost her footing when she landed, needing to take a brief second to steady herself. The move looked and felt devistating. As she dropped down beside Peggy she considered making that one of her finishers if it actually managed to put the redhead away.

Sliding her hands underneath her opponent she rolled her up and over onto her back, draping herself fir.ly across the woman's chest. She planted a forearm along Peggy's collar to help pin the woman down and reached out to hook one of her legs. She tugged hard, tugging the woman's backside up off the mat as she partially rolled her up in an attempt for a pin.

The referee dropped down to the mat, slapping the canvas with a palm. "One!"