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Submit To Me

By Wolfboy

Jemma is back in action for a third time as she continues building towards a rematch with Bindi

‘Did you win mum?’ Jemma asked when we had arrived back home a few days after the fight with Annie. ‘Because you do kind of look like you’ve been hit by a truck’ she added, commenting on the pained look on Emma’s face.

‘Yes, I did thanks hun’ Emma said, managing to raise a smile as she said ‘trust me, you should see the other girl!’

‘Ha! Cool mum, well done!’ Jemma smiled, hugging Emma who winced just a little at her daughter’s embrace.

‘So’ Jemma continued ‘Bindi sent me a message the other day to say she’d had her first match in India. She fought a girl called Riya apparently and she won 2-1. Says she made her cum at the end of the match, just like she did Beth, just like she’s going to make me apparently. She’s such a perv!’ Jemma laughed. ‘But anyway’ she went on ‘I’ve been talking to Sara and she’s going to get me a match in this adult professional wrestling thing she’s seen recently, so that’s good. But I reckon I could do with one more catfight too before I take Bindi on again. Do you think you guys could help me to set one up here?’ she asked.

‘Of course, we’ll be able to’ I agreed as Emma nodded in agreement. ‘Do you have anyone in mind?’ I asked her.

‘Well……. Beth and I had a look through the website the other day, she thinks she’d like to fight again, so I thought it would be fun to show her. Then she helped me narrow it down to three girls’ Jemma explained. ‘She was actually good at it’ Jemma laughed ‘she’s proper analytical. I was just looking to see who I thought looked pretty!’ she smirked. ‘I’ll show you them in a bit if you like and you can see what you think?’ Jemma asked us.

So, she did, and her first observation that Beth had chosen well was really true. Three women that matched up well with Jemma, but were also similar in stature to Bindi too. Evidently, they’d been unable to find a fighter of similar experience so keen to use Bindi’s favoured erotic attacks. Nevertheless, the three chosen would all provide Jemma with interesting tests.

‘They all look like great opponents Jem’ I’d had to agree. ‘Beth could put me out of a job if she’s that good at picking out an opponent’ I’d laughed before asking ‘do you have a preference for one of them Jem?’

She’d mulled it over for a moment before skipping to one of the screens and saying ‘that one I think; not sure why, I just have a good feeling about her as an opponent’ she shrugged.

‘OK, well I’ll see what we can do’ I said ‘and rules? If you’re going to host a match you probably need your own set of rules, at least as something to suggest to your opponent’ I’d pointed out to her.

‘Oh, good idea’ Jemma agreed ‘let me talk to mum about it first and then I’ll let you know in a little while’ she suggested.

She’d returned a few minutes later having tracked Emma down for an impromptu rules discussion and came back to tell me their thoughts. ‘Best of 3 falls, only slaps to the face, stripping, I guess no time limit, no kicking or punching when you’re down but its OK to the body when both standing. Did I mention stripping?’ she asked, as I nodded to confirm that she had, ‘I reckon that’s about it then’ she smiled.

‘Well they sound alright to me as a starting point, so lets see what we can do for you then’ I said.

As was often the case with these things, having the correct contacts was half of the battle, and the opponent in question, Sophie Upton, was readily persuaded to take on a match with Jemma. After all, what she saw was a young fighter in Jemma with 2 wins, one of which was against a woman yet unregistered on the site in Bindi. Sophie was older, a bit bigger and had 4 wins and 1 defeat to her name so far, so she would fancy her chances with Jemma. Jemma obviously felt the same about Sophie as well, so the feeling was mutual; the two young women would fight the following weekend. As ever, I would do what I could to research Sophie’s style; more difficult of course with fighters who weren’t uploading clips of their matches. Difficult but not completely impossible.

By the time the following weekend had come around, Jemma was ready after a couple of training sessions with Sara, and I had built a decent picture of how Sophie liked to go about her business in a fight. It seemed that she was a catfighter who liked to wrestle, using those technical skills to grind an opponent down. Jemma was well enough trained for that not to be a huge concern, but it was a different kind of test for her than she had yet encountered. The other thing that seemed clear about Sophie was that her favoured method of winning was to put girls out with either a sleeper or a face sit, having two wins by knockout to those moves on her record. A test, but as Jemma delicately put it, ‘I like sitting on faces too, so that’s just fine!’

Indeed, Jemma had won both of her matches so far using a face sit, so perhaps it would be a contest decided by who had the most face time during the match. Anyway, Emma was going to be handling corner duties for Jemma in this match, and as the match wasn’t videoed, and Sophie had been insistent that it was only the fighters, seconds and a referee in the garage, I ought to hand over to her to explain the way it went really…

So, as you know, Steve doesn’t usually turn me loose on you guys directly all that often, but just this once, he’s got no choice, so I’m here to tell you all about our girls’ latest match 😊

As ever, the match really starts before you get to the ring, I think. In our case here, it usually starts upstairs, getting ready while the girl that you’re going to be facing gets ready in the downstairs guest room. Today, we’re in Jemma’s bedroom, putting the finishing touches to her preparation. I’ve already read through Steve’s little snippets of information. I’m also not entirely convinced Jemma listens to me, but as I make a mental note to ask Steve if I’m as distant sometimes pre-fight, she surprises me by repeating the whole thing pretty much word for word. ‘See mum, I am paying attention!’ she laughs ‘but seriously, I’ve got to watch out for her sleeper holds, really haven’t I?’

‘It sounds that way Jem’ I said ‘it’s her favourite attack by the sound of it. So, remember what we said about it Jem, chin tu…’

‘Chin tucked in, try and get my hands into stop her, remember you’ve got nails and teeth, submit if you have to, especially if it’s the first submission. Gotcha mum!’ she smiles.

‘You look a million dollars babe’ I tell her, giving her a good luck hug ‘so let’s go and kick this bitches arse, shall we?’ I ask her.

‘Lets’ she replies, and in truth, a million dollars is probably significantly undervaluing her appearance today. Gorgeous straight red hair to the middle of her back (wonder who she gets that from!), the most spectacular bright green eyes, and a figure to die for. Tall, lean, athletic but curves in all the right places. And today encased in an electric blue lingerie one piece with thin shoulder straps that give way to a cross back design. On her legs, unusually for a girl that seems to live in shorts most of the time, a pair of shimmering nude hold up stockings. Apparently, Bindi is insisting on stockings when they next fight so Jemma figured she’d get used to them now.

In to the garage, and there waiting for us is Sophie and her boyfriend acting as second for the night. And the referee too of course; I’d arranged for Karen to referee again, on the basis that Jemma knows her now, and she’s also a damn good referee as well. Sometimes that matters. Anyway, I check out Jemma’s opponent as Jemma slips through the ring ropes. She looks calm, a steely glare on her face as she looks over at Jemma. That could be a good thing or a bad thing; over the years, I’ve learned that sometimes that kind of stern glare can hide nerves, other times they really are that confident. Hard to tell…

Whichever it was, we’d find out soon enough as Karen got in to the ring to introduce the two ladies. ‘OK ladies, were here to catfight to Jemma’s house rules. Best of 3 submissions, with only slapping to the face. Kicks and punches to the body are allowed unless your opponent is downed. If you are both down on the mat, I would consider that to be OK. Stripping is allowed, there is no time limit and there will be a 2 minute break between falls; do you agree to those rules ladies?’ she asked as both Jemma and Sophie nodded their approval. ‘OK then, first on my left, from Manchester is Sophie Upton. Sophie is 22 years old; she is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 157lbs, measured 36DD-25-38 and has a record of 4 wins with 1 defeat. On my right from Staffordshire is Jemma Baines. Jemma is 18 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 147lbs and measures 36D-23-26 and has 2 wins from 2 fights.’ Now with the introductions complete, Sophie took off the gown she was wearing to reveal she wore a pair of black lace booty shorts with a black crop top, about three inches of her belly exposed between the two garments. She was bare legged and there was a strapping at her left knee. My final instruction to Jemma was ‘work that belly hun, she looks a bit soft there’ as I assumed the strapped knee wouldn’t escape Jemma’s notice in there. Then it was time to fight, Karen instructing the two to do so, and both came out of their corners quickly, ready to go.

Straight away, that 10lb weight advantage came to play as both grabbed the hair and Sophie looked to walk Jemma back into her own corner. She took her three steps, then I was reminded that my girl is deceptively powerful as she set her feet and stopped Sophie’s progress before punching her hard in the belly. Zeroing in no the target I’d advised her to go after straight away; that’s my girl! Taking one hand out of the hair did give Sophie the leverage again though, and she did start to walk Jemma back again with that double hair hold until Jemma’s back touched the turnbuckles. I knew that right in front of me in the corner, she was going to unload on Jemma now, rocking her with a slap to the face and then going after the body with punches to both sides. Jemma kept her arms tucked in as best she could, grunting as a punch made its way behind her defences and then she used a straight front kick, again right to the belly to double the blonde up right in front of her. To my delight as well, she came out of the corner fast, a knee lift into Sophie’s breasts that knocked the bigger blonde on to her back. Cautious though, she did allow Sophie to half rise before trapping her in a front headlock, and the blonde set her feet in the mat and pushed Jemma back into the corner again. Jemma held firm with the headlock, groaned as Sophie got a punch in low to her belly, and then grabbed the back of those lace booty shorts to make a bit of a wedgie.

An early test for both young women I thought; Jemma had the choke and the wedgie, the first of which was probably bothering Sophie more than the second I felt. Sophie in return seemed to have found a target low in Jemma’s belly as she got another punch in, knuckles slamming in to the front of that pretty electric blue one piece to cause her a moment of trouble. She seemed to recover OK, but no sense in taking too many of those, and she realised it, turning the headlock loose and hitting the blonde across the shoulders with a big forearm shot that put her on her knees. Jemma got behind her quickly, grabbed her long blonde hair and used it to rip her back to the mat. Before Sophie had got her bearings too, Jemma was on her, diving in with a splash across the belly that took the blonde’s breath away for a moment and Jemma had a cross pin of sorts on her. Not quite perfectly applied as she forgot to scissor Sophie’s right arm, and she paid for it as the blonde started to pinch and squeeze at her ass. But Jemma did hold the upper hand now, and she used it to land two hard shots into the belly, neither of which Sophie seemed keen on, judging by the noises she made as the fists landed on her body.

Then Jemma took it dirty early, just like Sara had no doubt told her to, snaking a hand inside those lace booty shorts and securing a pussy claw on the surprised blonde who let out a cry of frustration as much as anything as Jemma started to go to work on her. My girl might not have been an expert at working a pussy over just yet, but the way that Sophie had her eyes screwed shut in pain suggested she was well on her way to having that worked out. Then the blonde spotted the chance to retaliate in kind, her hand quickly finding its way inside the electric blue lace suit, pulled so snugly into Jemma’s crotch. I could see the expression change on Jemma’s face now as Sophie told her ‘you want to dig bitch? I can grab pussy too!’ and she started to work on Jemma in the same way, both ladies moaning almost in unison now.

Both were out to hurt the other, but I could see Jemma’s face flush just a little as well as the crotch work seemed to test her in more ways than one again. Sooner or later she would have to admit to this dual impact of crotch work I thought so that she could start to deal with a little better. For now, she just needed to get clear and she had a plan for that at least, breaking her crotch attack and hammering home three punches to the belly that also put paid to Sophie’s attack. Then she switched positions, floating quickly across Sophie’s body to get herself into a reverse face sit position. The first face sit of the match between girls who have it as their favoured move is always interesting. Does the one on the receiving end know how to counter it; can they counter it even if they know how? As inexperienced as she was, Jemma seemed to have great balance when she was sat on a girl’s face already. This time was no exception to that as she quickly trapped both of Sophie’s arms beneath her knees and slowly started that grinding, rolling action with her hips, really smashing her ass and pussy hard in to the blonde’s face. Sophie squirmed beneath her, bucking and kicking, but Jemma kept her balance, hands on hips, that rolling action, grinding on Sophie’s face already troubling the blonde.

Now Jemma showed just a bit of the nasty streak that she was going to need in catfighting. Asking Sophie ‘what was it you were saying about digging bitch? How do you like this?!’, she got her hands back inside those booty shorts, confident now that with Sophie’s arms trapped beneath her knees, the blonde could do very little to stop her. Sophie cried out in pain now, the sound of course subdued by Jemma’s well-placed derrière on her face. I don’t care if it’s only 4 minutes into a fight or not, how tough you are, if there’s someone sat right on your face clawing your pussy and they’re doing it right, that’s only going one way; trust me, I know…

And it was, Jemma used the pussy claw to force another bridge attempt down, pushing Sophie flat out on the mat with the hold, and as Sophie passed a minute in the hold, Jemma still grinding on her face, the blonde tapped the mat with the back of her hands beneath Jemma’s legs. It wasn’t much of a tap, it could easily have been missed, but Karen called it straight away as she shouted out ‘submission! Break Jemma’ and my girl got off Sophie, nonchalantly sauntering the couple of steps back to the corner.

‘Nice job hun!’ I congratulated her on the quick submission ‘best assume that she’s got plenty more in the tank at the moment though’ I told her.

‘Gotcha mum’ she smiled ‘I think you’re right actually, she still felt strong beneath me in the face sit’ Jemma told me.

‘Well, stick to the game plan’ I advised ‘work that body over when you get chance, and try and keep her out of your pussy Jem; she’ll have noticed how that worked on you briefly there if she has anything about her’ I warned her.

‘That’s the plan mum’ Jemma smiled, getting off the stool to prepare for round two.

Which she wisely started cautiously still, probing with a slap to the face, a jab to the body and taking a couple similarly in return as thirty seconds passed in round two, largely without incident. From my point of view, with her wrestling skills, I imagined Sophie wanted an up close, mauling style of catfight, but Jemma was so far denying her that, using her speed to deliver fast slaps and keep herself largely out of range. When Sophie did catch her, there was no doubt it was effective, a heavy-handed slap to the breasts landing loudly to the approval of her boyfriend in the corner who responded enthusiastically shouting ‘that’s it baby, get her!’. She ate another slap to the face though, deterring any immediate plans she might have had to ‘get her’ and the fight for now, continued at a slow pace. A good test of a young fighter again was to see if she had the patience to stick with something that was working OK. I know I didn’t always when I was younger, probably still don’t even now, but so far, Jemma did as she cracked another slap off Sophie’s left cheek, starting to redden it nicely with her heavy-handed hitting.

In this situation, I always felt it was up to the one taking it to try and change the way the match was going. And that was exactly what Sophie did now, taking Jemma by surprise as she rushed her and tackled her to mat expertly. Jemma landed hard, Sophie rolled right over her body, probably winding her a little more, and grabbed her hair as she did so to immediately force Jemma to her feet. If the fall didn’t wind her, the kick to the belly definitely did as Sophie took great care to make sure she had her in a standing position before delivering it. Now it was a test for sure as Sophie kept her upright by the hair and dragged her towards her own corner, treating her boyfriend to a good view of the action as she delivered Jemma face first to the top turnbuckle.

Now was the tough part for me watching. As a mother, I couldn’t really do anything other that sit there and watch my daughter taking a bit of a beating for the moment at least. She’s a big girl though, and she knows the risks involved usually meaning at some point you’ll find a girl who’s bigger, tougher or just plain better than you sometimes. Sophie leaned her body in now, sending a right hand low to the stomach, and then she rolled Jemma over her hip to the mat near the corner, starting to warm to her task in this second fall. Straight back to the hair, she got Jemma up and Irish Whipped her back into the turnbuckle. Not a hard impact though a follow up knee to the body hardly helped Jemma’s case. Jemma grabbed for the hair now, wisely trying to bring Sophie in tight, and delay her onslaught for a moment. The two mauled along the ring ropes for a moment, both finding their backs to the rough rope for short periods of time. Sophie eyed the wall opposite now, sending Jemma off towards it fast with another Irish Whip; Jemma stopped herself, arms braced on the wall, but Sophie had followed her in, putting in a hard forearm to the lower back, dropping Jemma to her knees. Now the blonde made short work of the shoulder straps of Jemma’s beautiful lace body suit, so that doubtless she could start to ease that down her body when the time came.

Back into the hair, and she Irish Whipped Jemma back to the ropes only to be surprised as Jemma launched herself at the blonde fighter in a flying tackle that took both to the mat together. This time it seemed Jemma had the better of the impact but Sophie got her by the hair ensuring a bit of a stalemate for the moment before she got her other hand on Jemma’s throat, looking to choke her. Jemma used Sophie’s blonde hair to bounce the back of her head on the mat and she was able to squirm free, with Sophie looking a little dazed. Looking dazed and being dazed aren’t always one and the same in a fight, and Jemma learned that lesson just like most of us do; the hard way! As she grabbed for Sophie’s hair, she was surprised to find the blonde delivering a lunging headbutt to her stomach, and Jemma was knocked on her butt there in the centre of the ring. Sophie lunged for her, knocking her back to the mat, and it was a different kind of beating the blonde looked to try and inflict now. Not with fists and feet, but with holds, mauling and squeezing instead, equally effective if it was done right, and Sophie started it well enough, getting behind Jemma and pulling her to the mat between her legs by the hair. Straight away, that gave Sophie control with the body scissors, her thighs in just below Jemma’s breasts. A full nelson too, hands laced through the hair as you’d expect from any self-respecting catfighter of course, crimping Jemma’s neck just a little. A slow, grinding hold the likes of which Jemma hadn’t really encountered before. It was all about wearing her down at the moment. A flex of the thighs, a light moan from Jemma, and Sophie looked to move on to the next stage of her attack.

Foregoing the full nelson to take a half nelson, still with a very good fist full of red hair to make sure she maintained control still. What that also did was give her a free hand with which she slowly eased Jemma’s blue lace bodysuit down a little, stopping just below her D cup breasts. That was her primary target now, there was no doubt, the scissors controlling as the slaps started to the right breast; fast, stinging and accurate as they found the target and brought a grimace to Jemma’s face. Not defending the move for now, Jemma took another two slaps as she started to pull on Sophie’s booty shorts, starting to each those down the blonde’s thighs. The blonde put a stop to that for a moment though, a nipple twist a strong addition to the attacks, before she slapped again. Jemma had achieved her aim in shifting Sophie’s booty shorts about half way down her legs now, but it was difficult to see what she intended to do next. Sophie meanwhile rubbed the flat of her hand almost sensually across Jemma’s breasts before stinging her once more with a hard slap. Her strategy was becoming increasingly obvious I felt, working relatively lightly to the breasts while the real danger was the way she was working Jemma’s neck, trying to break her down for that sleeper hold. I don’t know if Jemma sensed it, but I could tell she was fed up of the well applied half nelson and she started to push at Sophie’s thighs, then punch them, hoping that might break her loose, but to no avail so far.

Sophie was trying to work the neck now, using that hair held half nelson to work Jemma around, looking to open up the throat for the sleeper hold. If she got that in, it was going to be tap or nap time for Jemma, and I just had to hope she remembered that the first one of those was the right option. Sophie upped the attack, a breast maul now, forcing Jemma to defend that as she tried to pull Sophie’s fingers away. And that of course, was the point to the strike as she wrenched Jemma’s head back by the hair, presenting her throat perfectly for the sleeper hold. Except Jemma had kept hold of her thumb and was twisting it back painfully, not letting Sophie sink that sleeper hold in around her neck. Now Sophie moaned in pain as Jemma, seemingly trapped, was actually the one dishing out the pain suddenly as Sophie’s hands left her hair to try and free her thumb from Jemma’s cruel grip.

‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Get off my thumb bitch!’ she complained; Jemma just flicked an arm back to catch her in the breasts and liking the noise the blonde made from that, she did it again as Sophie’s hands battled with Jemma’s right hand, still mauling her thumb back into a painful position. While Sophie was focussed on that as well, Jemma had moved on to also apply a twisting attack on the blonde fighter’s toes and in a flash, she sprung the scissor hold open and burst free of the hold. Not that she got out of contact with Sophie now, far from it in fact as she had hold of the blonde’s foot now and I like to think she took a leaf out of my play book, grabbing the other leg, spreading her and delivering a knee drop to the pussy. Sophie howled in pain now and I was pretty sure that Jemma had her, and she didn’t bother to soften up the blonde any further. Dropping in on top of her in a full body to body pin, her legs quickly fighting for control of Sophie’s, claiming them in a grapevine. Sophie’s weight advantage wasn’t counting for much, and neither was her extra experience now as Jemma got her hands flat to the mat above her head, completing the grapevine pin. I recognised she was setting Sophie up for a similar move to Sara’s super smother now. perhaps not as well applied, probably not controlling the head quite as well, but a set of D cup tits planted properly in the face will help a girl to realise it’s not her day quickly enough.

Sophie wasn’t quick to give up, and Jemma did pay the price for losing control of one of her hands which tore quickly at her red hair. But my girl wasn’t for moving now, keeping those big breasts squarely, very heavily, in Sophie’s face slowly denying her a good gulp of air. Her legs had total control of the blonde’s too now, spreading her a little wider as the hair pulling started to fade. I knew Sophie was starting to feel that burning sensation in her lungs as she failed again to really fill them with air. It was almost over now. One more quick spell of squirming by the blonde, trying but failing to find her way clear of the hold. Only now did Jemma ask her ‘submit bitch?’ knowing that Sophie was at the end of her tether. Jemma smiled at me in the corner now, sure it was over, and it was, Sophie tapping at the mat hard to submit this time.

Match over, and a 2-0 win for Jemma. Quite handily too, having appeared to be in some bother only moments before she had trapped Sophie in the smother. Karen raised her hand in victory and she shook hands with Sophie who looked decidedly not thrilled to have lost to a younger woman I thought. Whatever; sometimes you just run into a tougher bitch, it happens…

Of course, that evening Jemma was only too happy to give us her version of the play by play on the match as she ran Steve through exactly what had happened in the match. She’d obviously enjoyed getting another win. While I knew that she might well have tougher challenges ahead over time, there was no doubt now that she was a fully-fledged catfighter!