Handicap Battle: Gemma Faraday vs. Irish Oldschool

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Peggy was laughing and instead of going for a pin she got up and began to strut around the ring, posing and showing off while the crowd loudly booed Peggy. "Oh shut up, ya just don't like the sight of a real woman taking it to a twiggy little lady in the ring!" Peggy shouted back as she laughed, still showing off and striking poses unwisely turning her attention away from Gemma which Lauren was shouting at her not to do!

"Get back to Gemma! She is gonna get up and we'll be stuck if she builds up momentum!" Lauren screamed to Peggy who was not paying attention.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Agh, bloody hell …” Gemma groaned, writhing in pain for a moment. Rolling onto her side, then pushing herself up onto all fours, Gemma grunted in pain. The punky Brit’s face was reddening, and she was visibly annoyed, even as she pressed her arm against her aching back. Teeth grinding a bit, Gemma got up behind Peggy while the Irish girl was celebrating her slam. The Brit then took that irritation and put it all into a forearm strike to Peggy’s lower back, looking to both rock the woman’s body, and shut her up!

From there, Gemma would grab Peggy by the arm, deliver a hard kick to her belly, and throw her into the ropes with an Irish whip, looking to land a hard dropkick to the redhead’s chest on her rebound from the ropes.

[Highfly]

Peggy was looking happy with herself when Gemma reminded her that she was still in the match! Peggy groaned as the strike hit her lower back, and when she turned to hit Gemma she ended up finding herself as she was whipped over to the ropes. Peggy bounced off and was smashed in the chest by the dropkick as she hit the mat, rubbing her chest and kicking in pain as the tables had unexpectedly turned on her with Gemma back up and in control of the match! "Ya little bratty Brit...." Peggy said through grit teeth as she was down on her back in pain.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma felt her boots slamming into Peggy’s ample bosom, and smirked. The Irish lass wanted to call her a twig? Fine, she could be the thick one, then! Riding a slightly smug high, the punky Brit pushed herself up off the mat, spun around on a heel, and kept herself in motion as she attempted to press this advantage.

Gemma backed off to the ropes, knowing that Lauren would be there, waiting … and looked to deliver a stiff elbow strike over the top rope! If that sneak attack managed to knock the blonde for a loop, Gemma would sink into the ropes, bounce herself off them and rush back at Peggy to try and build some momentum before throwing herself up in the air, and coming down with a leg drop across the redheaded lass’ chest!

[Highfly]

"Come on Peggy! Get up and slam this little... UGH!" Lauren groaned as she was too busy cheering on Peggy to even see the attack from Gemma coming! Lauren fell down onto the apron, her backside tumbling upon the landing as she held the bottom rope but had a leg dangling off the apron. The crowd laughed at Lauren as she fell onto the apron cheering louder as Gemma kept it going smashing into to hapless Peggy with the running leg drop! Lauren was laid out and Peggy was kicking the mat in pain, her legs shaking with each kick as Gemma was taking it to both women at once now!

[Luncha_Libre]

Taking a breath and grinning as she spun out of the leg drop onto one knee, Gemma admired her handiwork- both below her, and at ringside. Lauran’s butt was perched on the apron, and Peggy looked downright miserable on the mat. Blowing a few stray white locks of hair out of her face, Gemma pushed herself up to her feet again, thinking that these rapid strikes and keeping things moving were the strategy she was going to need, against the bigger duo.

Rushing the ropes again, this time Gemma led with a knee, looking to strike Lauren in the back of the head and finish the job of taking her down to ringside. If she could manage that, Gemma’s next move would be riskier: grabbing the top rope, hopping up to plant her boots on the middle, then using the tension to springboard herself up, back and over … her body arching through the air as she looked to plant Peggy with a springboard moonsault!

[Highfly]

Lauren wasn't even in the match and her situation kept getting worse! "Arrrggghhhh!" She howled as she fell from the apron the ground below. Writhing in agony. Lauren kicked the ground and heard the laugh of the crowd, pointing at her flubbery Kesha and calling out her jigglypuff nickname.

In the ring Peggy saw Gemma fly and raised her knees up looking to halt Gemma's momentum! "So ya like hitting women with a blindside hit on the apron who ain't even in the match!?" Peggy howled as she crawled over to Gemma and began raining fists and forearms to the face of the spunky flyer!

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma tried to move smoothly from one move to the next, keep her momentum and her body flowing. The high-flying Brit went seamlessly from knocking Lauren off the mat, bouncing to the floor below, before she used the ropes to launch herself upward and come down in a fantastic arc toward the waiting Peggy. Unfortunately, Peggy wasn’t in the mood to wait.

“Aaaaugh!” Gemma screamed as her slender belly hit the Irish woman’s upturned knees, hitting unforgiving joints instead of soft belly. Gemma bounced off the impact, her arms immediately hugging her aching midsection. Gemma’s face twisted in pain, pretty features grimacing miserably as she felt the agony radiate from her soft midsection. Gemma rolled back to her knees, taking deep heaving breaths, looking up just in time to see Peggy’s fists come flying at her face. Gemma didn’t even have time to react, before falling back, legs kicking uselessly as Peggy’s strikes knocked her to the mat, pounding down on her.

[Highfly]

Peggy pounded away at Gemma and did stop after landing some hard hits on the British spitfire. Peggy made her way back up to her legs and bent down yanking Gemma painfully up by the hair! "Come on little girlie, you aren't as tough as Lauren made ya out to be!" Peggy howled before reaching down to scoop Gemma up and slam her down as hard as she could! Peggy would flex her arms and strut around Gemma with a smile on her face before stomping down on her abdomen over and over!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aoww!” Gemma cried out. “No hair pulling, you tart!” The cries were for nothing, however, as the Irish woman would scoop Gemma up, yank her pert body into the air, and slam her into the canvas with full force! The slender Brit bounced off the mat, arching her spin in pain and pressing both hands into her lower back. Belly outstretched, chest thrust up toward the sky, Gemma was an easy target when Peggy started to stomp on her.

“OOF!” Gemma grunted as the first boot hit her, and she coiled in on herself. “Aaagh! Ghhhagh!” Gemma’s grunts of pain did her no good as Peggy stomped her like dirt, knocking the air out of Gemma and leaving her thrashing miserably on the mat. The punky Brit tried to roll away, but it would be hard going, with the pressure Peggy seemed to be putting on, now!