Cage Match - Angela Guillot Vs. Gemma Faraday

[Devastated]

Angela took a hold of that leg of Gemma's as she started to try and drag her off, though as she did she heard the loud cry from the Brit, and felt her brace her hands against the canvas, making Angela's efforts to pull and drag her away be halted. Clicking her tongue and growling out angrily at Gemma she would try and yank on the leg but it was no use. Instead she saw Gemma start to force herself upwards, rising up on her good foot.

Suddenly that leg of her's came swinging up and smacked into the side of Angela's head. Smacking her right in the head and making the French Nightmare see stars as she stumbled backwards, loosing her hold on that leg of Gemma's and then fell onto her side, her head spinning as she was taken out of action for the moment. That sudden enzuigiri kick having taken Angela by quite the surprise.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma felt her boot rock against Angela’s head, and both women dropped to the canvas. Gemma pushed herself up onto all fours, then got to her knees. She took deep, gasping breaths, shoulders heaving. She stumbled toward the ropes, leaning against them. Her body shining with sweat, Gemma tried to motivated herself. Extending her hands, Gemma started to clap rhythmically for the fans, trying to motivate them to clap along with her. Slowly, a few at first, the fans joined in. By the time Gemma was up on her feet, heaving chest bouncing around her arms as she kept it up, many of the fans in the crowd were following along.

Gemma sized up her foe, looking for Angela to get up at least halfway. Once the French girl was getting off the mat, Gemma would try to throw herself forward with all her might, shooting a stiff thrust kick square at the young woman’s skull, looking to knock her right back down to the canvas again!

[Devastated]

Angela groaned as she laid on her back, her buxom singlet wearing frame on display as she laid with her arms spread out at either side....the generous rack of the platinum blonde woman heaving with each breath that she took. Her head was spinning, she could feel that much as she remained motionless...trying to gather her senses as best as she could and think back at how things came to this point. There must be a lapse in her memory as she couldn't quite figure how she ended up with this splitting headache for the moment.

She began to hear the sound of clapping, clicking her tongue in annoyance....Angela would try and force herself up towards a seated position. One hand grabbing at her head as she was forced the try and clear the cobwebs, trying to push herself up to her knees...which was when she saw Gemma coming charging at her and the sight of that boot coming towards her face.

*Ah...That's how I ended up with this headache....*

Angela took a sudden thrust kick straight to her forehead and her senses was knocked clean out for a few seconds, thrown flat onto her back once more with a thud as her arms ended up eagle spread once more!

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma took deep breaths, glad that she had stopped Angela’s onslaught for a moment. Breathing hard, Gemma looked the French woman up and down, then pushed some loose hair out of her face. “Wow,” Gemma gasped, chest heaving as she took deep, recovering breaths. Her opponent wasn’t giving her an inch, tonight, and Gemma knew she was going to have to push any advantage she got. Shaking her head, the punky Brit braced herself and went once more into the fray.

Gemma looked Angela’s prone body up and down, seeing her spread eagle on the mat. Admiring the French woman for just a second, Gemma pushed up to her feet and stepped in. She would then take a wide step over Angela’s prone figure, taking a second step that stomped on Angela’s belly. Then, with both feet planted to the woman’s side, Gemma would crouch, flex her core, then explode off her boots with a standing moonsault! Gemma’s flip up into the air would explode at the height of her jump, limbs extending at her apex, body coming crashing down on Angela’s belly as she slammed into her. There, Gemma would reach for a leg, trying to hook Angela and attempt a flash pin. Even if Gemma didn’t get a win, here, she could at least make Angela expend the strength to kick out!

[Devastated]

Angela was feeling a bit out of it at this point as she laid on her back with her limbs eagle spread. Dazed, confused, stunned...there were many ways to referee to Angela's current state but all them were at the same time accurate and inaccurate. She simply laid for the time being, her generous rack heaving within the confines of her tight attire, or perhaps because it was such a skin tight article that it allowed for more of it to be seen.

Gemma's stomp was met with a dull grunting heave of pain and loss of air from the platinum blonde woman as Gemma then took position. If anything the stomp had helped Angela be a bit more aware and wakeful in the moment, but it still wasn't enough of a time for her to roll out of the way or even gather what Gemma was up to for that matter. As suddenly the weight of the fellow fair haired woman crashed down on top of her and flattened core against the canvas as Gemma went for that standing moonsault!

The legs and arms of Angela flopped up off of the canvas for a split second before collapsing back down, and then Gemma grabbed at one of Angela's legs and hooked it up and went for that pin attempt.

The French beauty looked as if she was down and out, the crowd was cheering for the sight of what they thought was a defeated Nightmare. The referee slapped her hand down against the canvas, calling out loudly as she did.

" One!....Two!...."

The referee would raise her hand up for the third count but just as she was about to bring it down, Angela's body would buck almost by instinct as she would shift her weight to the right and turn to her side! Breaking the pin as the referee held up her fingers to show that it had only managed to reach a two count.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma came down hard onto Angela’s body, straining with the effort of throwing her body up into the air for the standing moonsault. Her tight ass jiggling in her trunks, she held onto the pin as hard as she could, keeping her wide eyes on the ref. Gemma’s breath held in her throat as she waited for the pin count, hoping to put an end ot the match right here and now so she could walk away from this one before it was too late.

“No!” Gemma cried out as Angela bucked out from beneath her, kicking out and breaking the pin. Gemma’s hopes were crushed as she was pushed off of Angela. Gemma hung there for a moment, first on all fours, then pushing herself up to her knees. She looked at the referee, pleadingly.

“Two!?” Gemma asked, holding up two fingers of her own. The ref insisted, and Gemma shook her head. Body glistening in sweat, her ample breasts heaving with every difficult breath, the punky Brit took a moment to accept that it wasn’t over, yet. Gemma then pushed herself up to her feet. The fans had been cheering a moment ago, so she started to clap, rallying them behind her again as she went for something else. Staggering, Gemma went toward the corner, ready to climb up for something even more ambitious.

Gemma had a burst of adrenaline, but that was all but spent, now. Her body was aching and tired, her leg was killing her, but the high-flyer was sure she could put Angela down with just one more solid hit. Toward that end, Gemma began slowly pulling her body up the turnbuckle, certain that she could hit a move from there that would put this French Nightmare down once and for all!

[Devastated]

Angela remained on her back after she had managed to kick out and break free from the pinfall before a three count could be reached, escaping a defeat at the hands of Gemma, though right now she needed to take a moment or so to gather herself. Thankfully for her it seemed as if Gemma was frustrated that she hadn't been able to pick up the win, a slight questioning of the Referee's count and then her rising up and trying to rally the crowd.

All of it served to give Angela more time to recoup whatever stamina and focus she could, as Gemma started to pull herself up the turnbuckle and tried to climb that corner...the Nightmare of France would push herself up towards her feet, her eyes catching the sight of Gemma as she knew that she had to move in quickly. Once Gemma had climbed nearly to the top turnbuckle, Angela would try and pounce on her, climbing up after her as she tried to wrap her arms around Gemma's waist.

Pressing her generous rack against the back of Gemma, as the platinum blonde woman would then try and yank them backwards! Trying to pull Gemma clean off of the Turnbuckle and send her down towards the canvas with something akin to a super german suplex!

[Luncha_Libre]

It was close now, Gemma could feel it. Her heart was pounding out of her chest in anticipation, but she nearly had Angela for a three count just moments ago. Maybe if that ref had counted faster, that would have been it. Now, the punky Brit wasn’t leaving anything to chance. Climbing the turnbuckle, Gemma knew she could put it all on the line, bring her body crashing down with her signature Air Raid Siren, and put the French Nightmare away for good! Just a little bit further, to pull herself up to that top rope …

“What?” Gemma gasped as she felt Angela’s arms wrap around her waist. Looking down, past her sweat-shined chest, Gemma could see Angela’s toned arms clasp down on her belly. Gemma shook her head in protest, but it was too late. Angela hefted, and tore Gemma off the turnbuckle with an incredible Super German Suplex!

“NOOOO!” Gemma screamed on her way down, hitting the canvas hard. Her body was rocked, bouncing into the air, sprawling with her arms and legs wide after impact. Gemma fell again, laid out with her bust and face smooshed into the mat with her toned ass in the air. Gemma stared out with dead eyes, having paid dearly for her attempt to fly high. She twitched, ass jiggling as she did so, that being the only sign of life from her body after her crash landing.

[Devastated]

Angela had but one goal right now and that was to bring as much pain as she could to the punky Brit. The French Nightmare climb the turnbuckle and her arms wrapped firmly around that waist as she then yanked her clean off of the turnbuckle and the pair descended! Swinging the body of that white haired babe down and threw her with that Super German Suplex!

They descended and while Gemma clearly took the brunt of the hit, Angela wasn't exactly unscathed from the drop! Landing on her back with a rather loud thud, her arms went eagle spread as her generous rack bounced within the confines of her form fitting outfit. She heaved and gasped a bit for air....though there was one thing that she had going for her that maybe Gemma didn't. Adrenaline.

Pumping through her veins, the greatest fuel of energy had started to kick in as that successful Super German Suplex had jumpstarted to production of adrenaline. She groaned as she pushed herself up to a seated position and then moved up towards her feet. Stumbling the first few steps, Angela tried to move towards the drowned Gemma and grab a firm hold of her hair, trying to yank her up to her feet in a doubled over position. With a mighty shove she would try and force that head in between her thick thighs and then lean down, quickly wrapping her arms around that waist to pull Gemma up and roll her up onto her shoulders.

Then she would throw herself forward, Angela aimed to slam Gemma down into the dead center of the ring with a brutal powerbomb!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaarrrghhhh …. Hhhhgnnh!” Gemma groaned in pain, gritting her teeth with her eyes squeezed closed. Tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to roll over. Back arched, bust pressed hard into the canvas, Gemma’s boots pounded the pavement as she writhed in total agony. The superplex had nearly broken Gemma in half, and Gemma’s only hope was that Angela spent enough of herself pulling it off that she wouldn’t be able to keep up the offense. Unfortunately, that hope was for nothing.

“Aaaargh,” Gemma grimaced as the French nightmare took her by the hair and pulled her up. Gemma’s perky ass was swaying in the breeze as Angela held her, doubled over. Gemma squirmed a little, unable to break herself free of the hold, as Angela hooked her around the waist. In a flash, Gemma was hoisted up. Her legs flailed until she was seated up on Angela’s shoulders. Her pigtails whipped around her head, and she barely got to look around the ring in pained bewilderment before Angela powered her down for a powerbomb!

“UUUGHN!” Gemma cried out one more time as she was whipped to the canvas. Chest heaving nearly hard enough to pop out of her top as she got slammed, Gemma’s arms flopped up over her head. The only motion from her was shallow breathing, making her belly contract, and her perky bust bouncing from the impact. Gemma lay otherwise motionless, eyes fluttering shut as she was laid out beneath the dominant French nightmare.