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Double Dutch Challenge – Part One

By Wolfboy

Emma shows Jemma the ropes with the help of a powerful Dutch opponent

With Jemma’s debut fight delayed by a week in the end due to other commitments on Bindi’s part, it had allowed me time to arrange a fight for Emma with Jemma able to take the place of a referee in the ring. Despite her devastating defeat at the hands of Paislee, Emma had recovered well enough, and was determined to be fit enough for the match, to make sure she could help Jemma prepare. There were always a few women looking for that kind of match, and at this stage, the best suited of them seemed to be a Dutch fighter, Annie Van Der Meer. In a slight twist though, while this was often a type of match sought by a mother to show their daughter the ropes, Annie had been looking for a chance to do the same for her younger sister Martina. Either way she matched up well with Emma; although younger, the 5-foot 11 inch, 175lb speed skater had the tools to cause Emma problems. With both women looking for the same thing, an agreement was easily made. Two fights, each lasting 15 minutes held on two separate days. Emma would host Annie on one weekend with Jemma watching from close quarters. Then, a fortnight later, after Jemma had fought Bindi, Emma would travel to Amsterdam for the return match with Martina in the same watching role.

Emma made sure as best she could that Jemma was prepared for what she would witness first hand here. They had watched a few of Emma’s matches, carefully picked to show Jemma both the victories and defeats that could happen in catfighting. We had both agreed immediately that mix of matches served Jemma far better than one where she only saw Emma successful; she needed to understand that at times, organised fighting could be brutal. Debbie had promised that she might find some similar matches for Jemma to watch as well, but now, she would get her first chance to really see catfighting up close and personal. Jemma was as excited as I’d been back when I’d seen my first fight with Debbie taking on Shelly Sands I thought to myself as well waited for Annie to arrive, today being seconded by her mother, herself a retired catfighter now due to a back injury.

The big Dutch girl looked impressive physically as she walked into the house in summer gear to show off as much of her rippling thighs and tight, athletic body as possible. Of course, that was all about being able to make a first impression on an opponent, and while Jemma was drawn in by it, later saying ‘wow, mum she looks so strong!’, Emma was unconcerned by her look. As I took Annie and her mother to show them to the changing area, Emma took Jemma upstairs with her to complete her preparations too. ‘You’ve already seen the first rule of arranged fighting there then Jem’ she told her daughter. ‘Always try to project confidence when you arrive for the match, but the flip side of it is to try and not be taken in by first impressions of a formidable looking woman’ Emma told Jemma.

‘Now, I’m quite lucky, because your dad always prepares me to fight as best as he can by telling me the key things my opponents like to do Jem. He’s left an envelope over there that I usually read before I fight. Mind reading it to me while I change maybe?’ she asked as she started to strip off now.

‘Sure mum’ Jemma said, picking it up to read before she said ‘wait……you’re getting naked?’ a hint of surprise in her voice. ‘Should I go wait outside until you’re ready?’ she asked.

‘No dear’ Emma told her ‘I am going to put some clothes on to fight in. but you might get to see it all again if Annie has her way later. So, get used to it…….and Jem……’ she said

‘Yeah mum?’

‘Read me the envelope hun?’ Emma laughed

‘Oh sure! Sorry!’ Jemma smiled ‘So, it says here that Annie is 5 feet 11 inches tall and 175lbs and dad says she’s very fit’ Jemma told Emma as she added ‘he can’t say that about her!’ laughing loudly.

‘He means physically dear, I’m sure’ Emma laughed, rolling her eyes as she added ‘but I’ll give him a slap later on just in case anyway. What else does it say?’

‘She’s had 18 fights and won them all!’ Jemma continued, ‘and he says her best moves are her scissor holds as she has powerful thighs from being a speed skater. She also loves to keep her nails long and attack nipples with them. Ooohhh! The nasty bitch!’ Jemma commented.

‘It’s kind of normal Jem’ Emma said as she fastened a beautiful teal coloured bra behind her back. ‘Besides’ Emma told her daughter, flashing her own silver painted nails for her daughter, ‘I have claws too.’

‘Nice mum!’ Jemma said as she eyed up Emma’s sharp nails. ‘The only other thing dad says is that she’s not fought anyone that you would know before but that her record looks quite solid. And that’s it’ Jemma told Emma, looking up from the piece of paper to find her mother rolling some nude stockings up her legs, attaching them to her teal coloured suspender belt.

‘So…...how do I look?’ Emma asked her daughter, who looked at her appraisingly for a moment.

‘Gorgeous mum!’ she replied. ‘You look lovely and that colour really does suit you’ she said. ‘Making me look a little under dressed mind you’ she laughed.

‘For today, you’re just fine dear’ she reassured her daughter who wore a pair of white sports leggings and a black t-shirt. ‘We’ll go shopping this week though and get you a nice outfit for when you fight Bindi’ Emma told Jemma.

‘Thanks mum. I’m not sure I’m a lingerie girl just yet though?’ she suggested ‘and yours looks really expensive too, won’t it get ruined?’ she asked Emma.

‘Shall we head for garage Jem?’ Emma asked her daughter now who hugged her for good luck before they went out of the upstairs bedroom. As they headed down the stairs, Emma continued to chat calmly to Jemma who was, if anything, nervier than Emma who had done this many times before of course, even though fighting in front of her daughter promised to be a little different. ‘I think you’re right by the way Jem. Probably not lingerie for you just yet, I think something a little sportier will probably suit you better at the moment. That said, you’ll be asked to fight in all sorts of things, so you’ll need an outfit budget as well, and shouldn’t completely rule a style out’ she advised Jemma.

‘I’ll get a part time job mum, at least until I’m able to earn money from fighting like you do!’ Jemma told Emma as she walked through the lounge with her mum, heading towards the garage where Annie was now waiting for her.

‘That’s a good idea hun’ Emma agreed ‘but I’ll help you for now because you’ll need a few outfits, and you’re going to look a million dollars in the ring if I have anything to do with it. And in answer to your other question; yes, it is pretty expensive lingerie and yes, it might well get ruined. That’s all part of the fun. Rule number two; if you like the outfit that much, get two if you can!’ she laughed as they entered the garage. Annie was already there, waiting for her in her corner of the ring. Where Emma wore beautiful teal lingerie and nude stockings, the powerful blonde looked to have gone down a slightly different route with her lingerie. She wore a largely sheer red teddy with a lace section covering the crotch and both breasts. Thin straps at her shoulders did little to hide her powerful physique and hard body. She wore a pair of red fishnet hold up stockings, her shock of blonde hair released from her earlier pony tail to hang loosely at her shoulders.

I had been nominated as being a vague master of ceremonies, a duty I took up now to ask if both ladies were in agreement with the rules of 15 minutes without breaks and only slaps allowed to the face. There would be no break in the action if a submission was achieved. Both ladies had also agreed that the two matches would be treated as one match for their records with the aggregate score deciding the eventual winner. With that dealt with, I did some quick introductions now ‘on my left from Amsterdam is Annie. Annie is 26 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, 175lbs, measures 36B-25-37 and has 18 fights without defeat. On my right is Emma. Emma is 42 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 172lbs and measures 40E-28-39 with a record of 60 wins and 22 defeats. Ladies as you know, Jemma will be joining you in the ring to observe the action up close. Jemma, you should stay close to the action but not interfere or offer advice. Is that clear?’ I asked my daughter. Jemma nodded at me, a look on her face that was a mixture of excitement, seriousness and nerves all at the same time. ‘OK then ladies, I suggest that when I reach the corner you start’ I said, patting Emma on the bum as I got out of the ring and started the timer as Emma and Annie shook hands at the centre of the ring. And then the fight was one, both showing that same instinct to slap the other’s face, then grab hair and hammer away to the body with hard slaps that drew a wince from Jemma up close with the action as she got her first real view of two big, strong ladies trying to beat each other up.

Annie and Emma battled for that top position now, each looking to impose their will on the other as their heads were forced back by the hair and they tried to back each other up to the ropes. Jemma, standing a yard away had the best view in the house as Annie surprised Emma with a hard punch to the belly, delivered accurately, right on the waistband of her teal thong. After that, Annie was able to back Emma to the ropes, treating her to a shuddering forearm to the breasts that rocked Emma into he ropes. She found herself fired off into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Annie rushing off the ropes herself to look to catch Emma with a clothesline which she ducked and turning quickly, Emma caught Annie with a kick to the belly to double her up. That gave Emma the perfect chance to punish Annie now, sending a crushing forearm blow across her shoulders. Annie was dropped to a knee as Jemma got herself back into a good position, watching intently as Emma took the blonde amazon into a front headlock.

‘Mmmmmnnnggghhhh!’ Annie moaned a little as she felt Emma’s arm, powerful, tight, around her neck, the choking effect very quickly evident. Annie fired a right hand into Emma’s side, the effect diminished as she caught Emma’s elbow on the way in, then she shrieked in surprise as Emma was quick to sweep her off her feet to deliver a thunderous slam at the centre of the ring. From close range, I was sure Jemma felt the shuddering impact of the slam; she couldn’t fail to miss the crushing impact of Emma landing a full body splash on Annie immediately afterwards. Crushed and winded by Emma’s 172lbs landing on her, Annie was quickly in trouble as Emma took up a cross pin, slapped her hard on her washboard stomach and then she looked for the crotch claw only to be a little thwarted by the one-piece teddy. Undeterred, Emma cracked a slap off her strong right thigh and then she just went for the maul through the thin material of the outfit instead. As Jemma looked on with rapt attention, Annie cried out in pain as she felt Emma’s fingers testing her womanhood. Then, again to Jemma’s approval, Emma punched her opponent in the crotch before starting the maul again as Annie groaned in pain now. Emma evidently softening up the hard-bodied blonde a little, shifted her position slightly to give her a face full of E cup breasts now and Annie was in some trouble. Emma had the cross pin on pretty perfectly, so there wasn’t a huge amount that Annie could use to counter. A set of red painted nails in the backside was about the full extent of her options along with a bridge that proved ineffective until Emma dropped it by punching her in the crotch again and flattened Annie’s hard body back to the mat. Claw hold back on, Annie was almost immediately shrieking out her first submission of the fight after just four minutes.

If Jemma had expected a lull in the action, she was mistaken as Emma used Annie’s long blonde hair to peel her off the mat and lead her to corner to slam her face into the turnbuckle pad. A right hand to the kidneys landed hard as Emma continued to keep up the attacks on the Dutch blonde in the early going. A foot planted deep into her stomach saw Emma able to monkey flip Annie, treating Jemma to the sight of a sexy 175lb blonde wheeling through the air in front of her eyes before landing hard. Emma was on something of a roll at the moment, and she came out of the corner to deliver a crushing leg drop across Annie’s chest before using that long blonde hair to ease her into a side head scissors. Emma’s legs may have lacked the definition of Annie’s but they lacked none of the power as she flexed them to draw a moan of pain from the Dutch fighter who remained in trouble. Emma slapped her in the part of her face she could get to with how she had it tightly trapped between her thick thighs while she taunted Annie ‘come on tough girl, I expected better!’

Annie was frustrated, held at bay so far by Emma’s fast start to the match and she tried to bridge once again, taking a slap to the body for her trouble before Emma, deciding to do a bit of ripping, pulled at the top of Annie’s fish net stockings. Annie cried out again as Emma secured a good handful of hair, pulling hard on it to Jemma’s amazement as she watched her mother rip in to the blonde. For the first time though, Annie threatened to put her nails to good use, starting to attack Emma’s thighs as her stockings rapidly got shredded. Emma protested at that move, but as the fight reached the mid-point, she took a decisive lead I felt. Changing her position slightly, she was able to trap Annie in a hand smother to go along with her scissors and hair pull. The Dutch girl redoubled her efforts with her nails and tried to bridge, feeling the urgency to break free now, but it wasn’t to be that easy for her as a long flex of the thighs from Emma saw her cry out in pain. As Jemma ventured a little closer to the action, Emma dished out the coup de grace with three fast, stinging, slaps delivered to the face before she carefully reapplied the hand smother on a slightly dazed Annie and it was a matter of taking her time, hand, thighs and hair pulling slowly, inexorably wearing down the Dutch girl who fought hard against it but was forced to concede again to trail 2-0 to Emma with 6 and a half minutes of action remaining.

Emma’s intent then, I think, was to demonstrate to Jemma that once you’re on top, then you should just try to stay on top, and releasing the scissors, she tried to move into a reverse face sit. This time though, Annie was waiting on her and showing her resourceful nature, she got her legs up around Emma to force her off her. Emma rolled of Annie to the side and the blonde was fortunate that she fell in perfect range for a kick to the body, lashed out hard from the ground which drew a groan from Emma as it winded her a little. Now Annie showed that fitness as she climbed from the mat before Emma did and catching her on all fours, she sent a hard kick into the ribs that sent Emma moaning in pain, rolling across the mats. Jemma couldn’t fail to register the power of that blow, but to her credit, she simply followed the action as Annie caught up with Emma by the ropes and dropped to her knees to force her throat onto the bottom rope. Emma resisted that just about, hands planted firmly on the mat, but she took an elbow across the shoulders that dropped her, and Annie started to take over in the final third of the fight. Going to the hair, Annie forced Emma off the mat and sent a kick up into her crotch to repay her for the punches earlier in the fight. With Emma a little frozen in place from that shot, she led her by the hair to her own corner, Jemma loosely in tow as she slammed Emma’s face into the top turnbuckle to ensure she stayed dazed.

The book on Annie said that she loved to use her nails, and in the corner, she showed it for the first time as an attacking move, slashing them across Emma’s belly to draw a cry of pain. Then she looked like Irish whipping Emma to the opposite corner only to reverse the direction and send Emma back hard, chest first, into the corner. As Emma leaned into the corner, Annie took the opening to unhitch the clasp on her teal coloured bra and remove it from Emma with a flourish, actually then handing it to Jemma before she spun Emma back around in the corner. Emma slapped her face but Annie took it and cut her off with a knee to the belly that slowed my wife down enough for Annie to walk her from the corner by the hair and lift her into what might have been a body slam. No; instead it was a hard, across the knee back breaker that had Emma down on the mat and in some trouble as Annie looked over her. A handful of hair allowed Annie to slam Emma’s face into the mat and she was starting to wear Emma down as she got into position to apply a rear body scissor. Emma’s eyes went wide with pain at the feel of those iron hard thighs wrapped tightly around her body and she yelled out in pain now. ‘That’s right bitch! Scream for Annie!’ the Dutch girl taunted as she sent a salvo of stinging slaps into Emma’s right breast. She might have seemed to be setting up Emma for nails to the breasts, one of her favoured tactics, but as Jemma looked on in silent concern from close range, Emma trapped herself pretty much. Defending against the expected nail attack she was totally caught out as the blonde girl sunk in a sleeper hold, using a good handful of hair to make sure it was secure.

Emma tried to tuck her chin in to defend, but Annie ragged her head left and right with each movement slowly reducing her ability to keep defending. Annie’s arm was sinking in ever tighter across the throat, until a grunt from Emma suggested to me that the move was on fully. Now it was a matter of time to force the submission, and having a set of thighs like Annie’s was very useful here, as they denied Emma chance to expand her lungs as well. The blonde ragged Emma’s head to the side once more, and it was time for Emma to admit defeat in this exchange, tapping Annie’s arms furiously to submit. Now two minutes remained and Emma was leading 2-1 but under the concerted pressure Annie has been able to bring to bear late in the fight. Annie broke the combination hold, using the hair to force Emma to her feet and send her into the ropes. Setting herself, Annie simply used her rock hard 175lb body to check Emma, sending her crashing to the mat. Liking that, Annie repeated the move and then, with time running low, she elected to retake the rear body scissors, using her thighs to work Emma over as she tried to even the score for today.

Now perhaps with an eye on the second ‘leg’ of the fight in a fortnight, she finally brought her nails to bear on Emma’s breasts, marking them up with a ferocity I’d rarely seen. Emma quickly found herself in trouble as Annie slashed at her breasts, drawing cries of pain as easily as she drew angry furrows across the sensitive flesh but Emma was holding on. The timer expired with Emma now suffering in Annie’s apparently famed double nipple attack, nails slicing into the sensitive nipples as Emma just held out. It was a clever attack from the blonde though I thought. Looking at the marks on Emma’s breasts, I doubted they would be fully healed for the return match in the Netherlands. No hard feelings though as Emma and Annie shook hands and hugged in the centre of the ring. Annie gave Jemma a little hug too, and wished her good luck for her fight before everyone headed out of the garage to get changed.

Later that evening, Jemma had run us through her thoughts on the whole thing. ‘First of all, mum, wow, you are tough’ Jemma said ‘I hope I’m as tough as you. And as good too of course. You really had her reeling! But then she was tough too! And you were both so gorgeously dressed too, and looked great, but you were both wild fighters!’ she gushed.

‘So, you enjoyed it then dear?’ Emma laughed at her daughter’s enthusiasm.

‘You could say that’ Jemma agreed, adding ‘though I was a bit worried for you when she was hurting you late on.’

‘Well, she was a tough girl’ Emma had to agree ‘and sometimes you’re going to get hurt in there. But Jem, if you’ve inherited your fighting skills from me and your Grandma, you’ll find that its possible to take more than you think you can. You need to think how to apply what you’ve seen today against Bindi of course. Remember, she’s had a fight, so she knows what its all about a little bit more’ she told Jemma.

‘And’ I pointed out ‘you have to work on who’s going to second you as well. I think once you get more organised fights, I might have to do it until you choose a second of your own, but this time I think you’ll be able to choose either of us?’ I suggested.

‘Yeah’ Emma agreed ‘I can do it while your fights are strictly private, I think, but then you’re going to have to have someone else do it’ she told Jemma.

‘Well, for this one time then I choose you mum’ Jemma said, reasoning it might be one of her few chances to be seconded by Emma. Then she added ‘so mum……outfit shopping tomorrow?’ with a smile.

‘Yes dear’ Emma laughed ‘outfit shopping tomorrow!’ as I felt my wallet wince at the strain it was about to feel.