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Giving It Another Go

By Wolfboy

Jemma is back in action for her second match

We had of course by this stage registered Jemma on all the websites I used to find her mum and still occasionally Debbie private opponents. There wasn’t an easier way to get matches than these websites. Wanting to avoid anyone looking to settle a score with Debbie or Emma through Jemma, we also took the approach of registering her without a surname for now. We thought it a good idea to get Jemma involved in the process of picking her own opponents as well here.

‘You might not always want to have me or your mum pick for you, so you ought to see how it’s done; I told her after one of her training sessions with Sara, who was proving a particularly effective coach, especially in some of the darker arts of catfighting.

‘OK, that’s a good idea’ Jemma had agreed. ‘So, what do we do?’ she asked.

‘Well, have a look through this website pretty much. You can filter out for different categories if you like, so things like age, record, weight, that kind of thing. Then you just look through the pictures and read the profiles as you work out who you want to take on’ I explained to her.

‘Oh great!’ Jemma laughed ‘so it ends up being a bit like Tinder for bitches who want a scrap! Cool!’

Going through the fighters available with Jemma was quite an entertaining hour to be honest as she gave pretty much a running commentary on each picture. ‘Nice……too big for me……too small……she’s pretty……how has she possibly had ten fights already……too old……I like her hair’ she had chimed, flicking through the pictured for a while before she suddenly said ‘her! Dad, she’s the one that I want to fight next!’

‘You’re sure that she’s the one? I asked, checking the picture that Jemma had settled on.

‘Yeah, definitely her’ she said. ‘I want her to come and fight me!’ she told me, confident in her decision.

That done, I set out to get her the match that she had wanted, against a woman called Tina Robertson. Woman not girl. It was definitely fair to say; Tina was in her early 30s, a jet haired woman who was just starting out in the world of catfighting herself with one win from one match just like Jemma. After I’d run the opponent by Emma who had also approved after briefly raising an eye at the age and had asked ‘why her Jem?’

‘Well, we match up quite well mum. She’s 3lbs heavier than me, I’m an inch taller than her and we both have one win. I know she’s a bit older than me, but I think it works. I like her rules as well; I think Bindi will want to include body punches next time we fight. Tina’s allow for only three to be used in the match, so that means I can get used to that in a fairly limited way this time?’ Jemma pointed out.

‘Clever girl’ Emma smiled ‘knew we could trust you to pick wisely. As long as you can explain your reasons, I’ll never stop you from taking someone on unless I think it’s a really dangerous match for you. And soon enough you’ll be making your own decisions completely anyway. At least I think so; I guess you won’t always want us being as involved?’ she asked.

‘Maybe not’ Jemma admitted ‘but right now, I like having one of you in my corner to advise me. I’m learning and you both know so much. I am working on getting my own second, but that’ll take a little while. I think I’ll have one of you, or maybe Sara in my corner for now’ Jemma said.

‘Makes sense’ Emma agreed ‘any of us will look out for you and be happy to be in your corner’ she told Jemma before asking ‘so, how are you finding training with Sara anyway?’

‘Oh, she’s fun mum’ Jemma laughed ‘she’s taught me quite a bit already and do you know, she knows how to fight pretty dirty too!’ she chuckled. ‘Grandma did say I was to be a bitch in there though, so I figure it’s all good…’

‘It definitely is all good’ Emma said as she laughed ‘and yeah, Sara does know a thing or two about fighting dirty!’

‘One last thing’ I said to Jemma, ‘if you like Tina’s rules, is there anything you want to ask for being changed? Suggest any attire maybe?’ I asked.

‘Her rules are just fine Dad, and I’m pretty open on attire as well actually. See what she suggests, and unless it sounds totally outrageous, I’ll probably go along with what she chooses’ she suggested.

I’d made contact with Tina the following day, or at least the guy who was operating as her manager, and we’d been able to make an agreement pretty quickly as it turned out that Tina had been looking at Jemma’s profile too. The rules agreement was straightforward enough given that Jemma didn’t want to change anything on that front. Five-minute rounds until one submitted. Three body punches allowed in total, slaps only to the face, kicking or knees allowed only when both standing, mauling grabbing and wrestling rules allowed. The winner would get to face sit the loser for one minute at the end of the match as well. Attire was pretty easy as well. ‘She’s not that fussed about what she or her opponent wear to fight to be honest, though she does like to try and remove it’ he’d admitted, adding that in her last match Tina had worn a one-piece swimsuit but was considering a bikini this time.

Where and when had been easy enough too. ‘She’s ready to fight whenever your girl is, so maybe tomorrow evening? We can host here if you like as the fight room is always set up?’ he’d suggested.

‘Sounds fine to me’ I’d agreed ‘we’ll see you then’ I’d told him, heading off to tell Jemma that she had the match and it was going to take place tomorrow. Emma was going to meet with Lady Amelia tomorrow to discuss her thoughts on the current Smythe championship contenders, so that meant that seconding duties would fall to me this time. Jemma was OK with that so all was settled as she went to select her favourite gear for the match.

As we arrived the following day for the match, Jemma was a little bit nervous, probably as much as anything due to the change of venue and fighting in someone else’s house. She admitted as much as she said to me ‘isn’t it weird? This is just like a normal terraced house and you’ve no idea that there might be two ladies meeting here to fight. You could never know it….’ she said.

‘I know’ I agreed with her ‘your mum and I have been to plenty of places for her to fight where you’d just have no idea what was going to happen. You only have to think of the ring in our garage. Or your grandma’s house; she has a permanent ring set up in her basement you know?’ I told her.

‘Does she?!’ Jemma shrieked a little excitedly. ‘I’ve never seen that!’ she claimed.

‘You have’ I told her, ‘because you used to play in it when you were little sometimes because the mats were well padded and you wouldn’t hurt yourself if you fell’ I said.

‘Well…that explains it all’ she laughed, more relaxed about the whole thing now. ‘It obviously had an effect on me wanting to fight even if I don’t remember it

We headed inside the house then and after some brief introductions we headed upstairs to a room so that Jemma could change. ‘She seems nice’ Jemma said to me ‘can’t believe I’m going to fight her!’ she continued.

‘I know that your mum says it’s often that way with the private fight scene really. But don’t be fooled. Some of your mum’s hardest fights have been with the nicest women you could meet off the mats’ I advised Jemma. ‘Now I’ll turn my back so you can get changed hun, and I’ll talk you through what we know, just like I would with your mum.’

‘Thanks Dad, though you’ll likely see it all again anyway later on if it goes wrong’ she laughed.

‘I hope not’ I laughed in reply ‘because I want you to win, and keeping most of your clothes on isn’t a bad start towards that! Now, today is one of those matches where we don’t know a huge amount’ I started, hearing Jemma rummaging through her bag behind me. ‘Tina is a fighter who hasn’t yet posted any video of her match yet. So, we have to surmise really. Looking at the two of you, I’d say you’re definitely stronger. You look bigger, even if you’re not actually heavier. Five-minute rounds with two-minute breaks suggests that she liked to fight at a pace too, so watch for a quick start. She won her first match in round two, and it just says combination hold, so we don’t really know what to look out for on that front either! And the body punches; you only get three so don’t waste them, make sure you have a clear target and hit hard with them Jem! So, relax, fight hard, fight naturally and remember what Grandma says…be a bitch!’ I laughed as she told me ‘done Dad, you can look round now!’

I turned to see her wearing the bikini she had chosen for the fight; a mixture of green stripes in a multitude of shades with thin white shoulder straps and a thicker white band below her D cup breasts on the low-cut top which displayed her cleavage to some effect. The bikini bottom also featured a thick white band at the waist that ran off into two ties at her hips. It looked perfect when coupled with her flame red hair. Slipping her white sundress over it, Jemma said to me ‘I’m ready, let’s go!’ and we headed to the basement where the wrestling mats were ready. As we got there, we found Tina already waiting along with the referee for the evening who quickly called the match to order. ‘OK ladies, you’re here to catfight to Tina’s house rules’ she said as Jemma and Tina stood just on the mats in opposite corners, eyeing each other a little more interestedly now the action was almost upon them. ‘You know the rules; do either of you have any questions on them?’ the referee asked; none were forthcoming, and so she continued. ‘First then, our visiting fighter is Jemma Baines. Jemma is 18 years old; she is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 147lbs and measures 36D-23-36. She has one win from one fight to date. Our home fighter is Tina Robertson. Tina is 31 years old; she is 5 feet 6 inches tall, 150lbs and measures 36C-27-38. She also has a record of one win from one fight to date. OK ladies, get yourself stripped down and lets get ready’ the referee instructed them both.

‘Good luck hun’ I said as Jemma whipped her sundress off overhead and passed it to me, turning round to head back onto the mats.

Across the room, Tina was just removing her top and leggings to reveal her bikini. She had on a simple black bikini thong coupled with a silver sequinned triangle bikini top. On her left thigh, there was a tattoo of a red rose which caught Jemma’s attention for a moment before the referee instructed fight, and the first of the five-minute rounds started. As was often the case with two relative novices, there was a bit of a feeling out process to undergo in round one. Jemma probed with some slaps to the legs and the shoulders, nothing too heavy hitting, but landing nonetheless, warming Tina’s skin and letting the jet haired fighter know she was here to fight. Tina was more cautious it seemed at first, a tight defence and a slow pursuit of Jemma around the mat, although she did land one fast, stinging slap to the breasts just as the opening minute of the round passed.

That kind of blow was usually one that would test the resolve of a young or inexperienced fighter, but having seen Jemma fight once, I knew it wasn’t going to phase her at all. Tine looked deep in her eyes having landed it, but she didn’t see anything there other than an excitement to fight as Jemma slapped her leg right on that rose tattoo. The pattern looked to continue; Jemma the busier fighter but not overdoing it as she landed with some light slaps and Tina, stalking, careful, landing the heavier blows but taking four for every one she did land. A kick to Jemma’s thigh caught her a little by surprise but she recovered quickly from that and was able to avoid the older woman making a grab for her red hair. Again, Jemma slapped at her, this time putting a bit more venom behind a two-slap combination to the face that rocked Tina’s head side to side, and stopped her just long enough for Jemma to grab her lightly curled black hair and throw her to the mat by it. Jemma followed in, going to the hair straight away and forcing Tina back to her feet before slapping her back and throwing her again by the hair, this time towards Tina’s own corner. Jemma followed in again, pulling Tina from the mat by the hair, this time trying to force the jet haired woman’s head straight between her thighs for a standing head scissors. ‘No!’ Tina protested, and she able, just about, to ward Jemma off with a couple of powerful slaps to the body to get the fight back to longer range. The midpoint of the first round, no real advantage secured by either so far, and again there was some long-range jousting for position. Jemma slapped the face again, tried for the hair, and took a knee to the body for her troubles, and looked just a little bit winded by that.

Tina was on her quickly, wrapping her up in a bearhug, though that frankly did little to bother Jemma who started to force the older woman’s arms apart, slowly achieving that and replacing the hug with one of her own as she did so. Tina groaned almost immediately, evidently finding Jemma the more powerful, but she grabbed her hair and used it divert Jemma’s face into her breasts in a standing smother for a moment. Jemma took that in her stride though, cranking the bearhug once more, and as that didn’t break the smother, she did it herself by breaking the hug and slapping Tina in the belly. That forced the two fighters apart, and Tina into a rethink as Jemma started to put some more force behind her slaps. Caution seemed to be Tina’s watchword so far, but with a show of speed, she more or less tackled Jemma to the mat. That slow, cautious style was replaced with speed now, getting behind Jemma as she held her red hair to hold her in place, wrapping her legs around Jemma, and then looking to sink her right arm in around Jemma’s throat as she pulled her back to the mat. Jemma knew enough to tuck her chin in and protect her throat from the choke hold; Tina balled her left fist up though and reached round that hammer in three fast punches to the belly, Jemma groaning at her first legal taste of punching in a catfight. But she kept her chin tightly tucked in, not even looked to defend as Tina started to slap her tits from behind. She just focussed on keeping both hands on Tina’s arm and her chin in place to stop the choke hold, showing the maturity to know that time was running low in the round. She cried out as Tina started to try and rag her head around by the hair in the hope of loosening that defence; Jemma held firm, but was still a little relieved to hear the buzzer for the end of round one.

‘Well done, good defending’ I told her as she arrived back in our corner just massaging her neck a little. ‘Are you OK? Not hurt?’ I asked.

‘I’m fine Dad, doesn’t actually hurt at all, but no harm in her thinking that it does’ she whispered conspiratorially.

‘Oh, I see’ I said to her ‘well you’d best sit down and let me work on it if that’s the case’ I smiled at her, going along with her plan as I started to massage her neck now. ‘And on the plus side, I think we know what her combination move was now, and she’s used her body punches up.’

‘I know’ Jemma smiled ‘and they weren’t really all that bad for me. Mine are going to hurt her more!’ she told me as she stood up, ready to start round two.

‘Ready ladies? Tina you have used up your three punches and may not use any more in the fight not. Let’s fight!’ the referee said, stepping to the side as Jemma and Tina started to circle each other now. A slightly different dynamic too now, Tina seeming more confident, perhaps thinking she had Jemma done, or at least hurting. As she walked straight into a stinging one-two slap to the face though, I sensed the realisation dawn on her that Jemma was some way from done here. Frozen on the spot, Jemma took advantage to headlock Tina and roll her across her hip to the mat. Tina rolled away as she landed, Jemma missing the chance to catch her as she rose from the mat, but she immediately used the hair to pull Tina forward, bent at the waist on to a slap up into the breasts that she converted to a breast squeeze through the silver sequinned top of the jet haired fighter. That had Tina moaning, but the look on Jemma’s face suggested she was quite enjoying that as she now sent a knee up into Tina’s belly. The jet haired woman dropped to her knees for a moment but she wasn’t there for long as Jemma used the hair to her advantage, hauling her from the mat. Straight into a lift and body slam too, that she stood back to admire the impact for a moment before delivering a splash to the jet haired fighter, seeming to knock the wind out of her.

For now though, Jemma didn’t seem to want the match down on the mats, getting Tina back to her feet and chasing her around the mats with a flurry of fast slaps, the sound of hand on skin filling the room as Tina defended frantically. She may have been under pressure from Jemma swarming in but Tina still managed to pick out one good shot with a hard slap off Jemma’s cheek. When the redhead smiled at her though, the older fighter must have realised that the writing might be on the wall. Not that Jemma was in a rush, ragging Tina’s head around by the hair and starting to pull her forward on to a few knees to the body, the kind of attacks that would take it out of an inexperienced fighter. Tina was still dangerous though and still trying to fire back, another slap to the face landing, a kick to the thigh too. It was just that Jemma was shrugging them off for now, and coming back with more, now starting to target Tina’s C cups a little more frequently too I noticed, slaps delivered with an uppercut motion knocking Tina’s breasts clear of her top. Now I noticed Sara’s influence on Jemma’s style I thought, cruel hard slaps crashed down on the top of each breast, the top bunched up beneath them adding to the impact as Tina cried out in pain. The attacks kept coming from Jemma; hair held throws across the mats, slaps, kicks to the inside of the thighs, and her piece de resistance for round two as she waist locked Tina into a pussy pounding atomic drop that left the jet haired fighter howling in pain on the mat. The round ended with Jemma pulling Tina from the mat following a concerted spell of breast mauling and doubling her up with a stiff jab to the stomach as Jemma used her first body punch, giving her something to remember her by in the corner between rounds.

‘Great job!’ I told Jemma as she came back to the corner. ‘I don’t think she knows what’s hit her there; don’t forget to finish her off properly though!’ I cautioned.

‘I think she’ll remember very well what’s hit her Dad’ Jemma smirked, ‘and she knows exactly what I’ve got now, and that I have two more waiting for her now!’

Across the mats, I could see that look crossing Tina’s face. A kind of ‘shit, what have I got myself into here’ look that I’d seen on the faces of women Emma had fought on occasion. ‘Stay on her then’ I told Jemma as the referee called things to order ‘and finish her in this round if you can.’

‘Gotcha Dad!’ she smiled, going back to the mats to find Tina had evidently decided to get catty now, slashing her nails at Jemma’s belly as soon as the red called ‘fight!’. Jemma spat ‘you bitch!’ at Tina as she was forced onto the back foot, narrowly defending a kick to the crotch, and feeling those nails in her shoulder again as the two clinched for a moment. Tina grabbed at the back of Jemma’s bikini now, pulling it to one side to expose more of her ass and sink her nails into it no. Jemma may have howled genuinely enough with pain from that, but she was already proving a calculating figure in there, as she waited just long enough for Tina to relax a little before she sent a brutal knee right up into the jet haired fighter’s pussy. Tina squealed as she crumpled to the mat in front of Jemma and there was only one thing on Jemma’s mind; finish the match. She treated Tina to a butt drop landing on her belly hard, simply grabbed her arms and forced them straight above her head, pinned to the mat and climbed forward to sit on her face, effectively pinning her arms in that stretched out position. Reaching back, Jemma pulled Tina’s right breast out of her top too, staring to maul it as she began with that same face sit motion that she had finished off Bindi with in her first match. Hips rolling, pussy and ass grinding in hard on Tina’s face, the simplest of moves delivered highly effectively by Jemma as Tina kicked and squirmed beneath her. She was trapped though, smothered, and she had no option left as the back of her hands started to tap on the mat in submission.

Jemma immediately climbed off Tina to have her hand raised in victory by the red and then she showed her still youthful hesitancy as the ref reminded her that she got a one-minute face sit as the spoils of victory. ‘Oh, I forgot!’ she said before kneeling next to Tina to ask her with genuine concern ‘are you sure, is it OK? I didn’t hurt you did I with that one?’

‘Well, yes you did’ Tina replied, but then she laughed ‘but that is the general idea though isn’t it! So yes, of course it’s fine, go for it’ she told Jemma, adding ‘rules are rules.’

Jemma took a moment now, readjusting her bikini to ensure she had maximum coverage before she perched herself as lightly as she could possibly manage on Tina’s face. Where she had face sat her heavily only a moment ago, grinding in hard for victory, she now took nearly all of her weight off the jet haired woman’s face, practically jumping off her almost as soon as the minute had passed. Then she helped Tina up, a quick embrace in the centre of the mats between both women, Tina telling Jemma ‘you’re one tough kid! I think you’re going to be way out of my league pretty soon. And thanks for the way you did that afterwards. It was really nice of you to do it so lightly, not everyone would have!’

‘Thanks Tina’ Jemma smiled ‘you had me in trouble with that choke in the first round! I was pleased to get out of that. And yeah, my Grandma used to fight, and she told me, be a bitch on the mats, and she’s right, but I think it’s OK to be nice before and after the fight!’

Then she returned to the corner, laughing ‘see dad, I actually did keep my outfit in place this time!’

That might not have been the primary point of the fight, of any fight actually, but I couldn’t argue that it was probably an indication of some success in catfights. Any time a fighter made it off the mats wearing practically what she’d started out in, looking more or less like it was supposed to, things had most likely gone to plan. We returned home that evening to find Emma waiting, wanting to hear all about it of course as Jemma gave her own version of play by play on the match. As Jemma finished, Emma looked to me, eyebrows raised slightly as if to say ‘really, did she?’

‘Exactly as she called it dear…bit of a rocky first round then she kicked her ass pretty well. Can’t say fairer than that really.’

‘Great work Jem!’ Emma smiled, giving Jemma a hug ‘proud of you hun!’