Handicap Battle: Gemma Faraday vs. Irish Oldschool

[Highfly]

Peggy shoved Gemma's boot off her her and staggered up, helping Lauren to her feet. "Oh piss off...." Peggy muttered. The losing duo was being laughed at a bit as they hobbled and struggled to the ropes, hunched over as their backs still ached horribly. Peggy climbed through the ropes while Lauren flopped to the ground and rolled underneath. Each one landed on the floor and began hobbling again, their flubbery lower bodies shaking with each step as each one had an arm around the other in their defeated hobble of shame towards the back. Lauren was feeling especially embarrassed as she lost a solo match, a series of gym challenges and now a handicap match with a tag partner to this woman! Peggy was angry, as no matter how hard the duo tried they seemed destined to be undercard wrestlers at best, glorified jobbers who snuck in victories on occasion at worst.

Meanwhile backstage a curious amazon was watching and smiling, shaking her head. If Gemma wanted another shot at her she was more than happy to oblige.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma let Peggy shove out from beneath her, the Brit’s focus admittedly no longer on the buxom redhead and her curvy blonde friend. Gemma was now firmly focused on celebrating her big win, and what that meant for her. Gemma took a moment to pace around the ring, pumping her fists into the air as the crowd cheered her win and her music blared over the loudspeakers.

The punky Brit couldn’t help but skip a little, pert lithe body bouncing across the ring while her defeated opponents sulked. Some night, they would get another shot at the Air Raid Siren. Tonight, however, Gemma was focused on the future. She’d just beaten two women who individually outclassed her. Gemma hopped up to the middle turnbuckle in the corner of the ring to strike a pose. Now, it was time to prove to herself and the fans, and the women in the back, what else she was capable of pulling off.


WINNER: Gemma Faraday, via pinfall