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Jemma goes pro

By Wolfboy

Jemma tries out in the world of adult pro wrestling as her quest for fight experience continues

After Jemma’s start to her career as a catfighter with three impressive victories, she’s told us that she intended to try out different styles of female fighting, travelling around the world to improve her fighting knowledge. Her first such foray though didn’t see her having to travel all that far to try out the world of adult professional wrestling. The style of the match was probably best described as a real pro wrestling fight, but with all the trappings of catfights around stripping opponents, a general lack of rules, and often sexual humiliation for the loser and the hands of the victor. It was a style that Emma herself had experienced against Toni recently. Sara assured us that she thought Jemma could hold her own against a girl that she had picked out, and after a brief discussion with Emma and myself, the match was made for our daughter to take on the British adult pro wrestler known as Princess Aimee.

It had hardly seemed the kind of match to put a young fighter into, especially when she wasn’t a pro wrestler herself. Sara was convinced though that Jemma’s catfighting and grappling skills would be enough to see her ground the pro wrestler, frustrate her, and ultimately grind her into submission. Emma was easier to convince of that fact than I was in all honesty, but we travelled to Manchester where the match would be the main event of an evening of adult professional wrestling, Emma, Debbie and myself taking our seats at ringside to watch the action. A couple of opening matches hardly hit the heights, and certainly did nothing to make us think that Jemma couldn’t hold her own in this arena.

The evening’s third match was probably the most interesting to us as a strong black wrestler took on a relatively slight looking blonde heel who seemed to spend as much of her time arguing with the crowd as much as anything. Late in the match, when it seemed that finally the powerful black girl had got her blonde rival overpowered, the blonde struck, a snap DDT out of nowhere followed by a pin, and then a pretty lengthy fucking of her black rival in the centre of the ring.

In the locker room area, both Jemma and Princess Aimee had been watching the action with interest. Princess Aimee had enjoyed the action and also spotting her opponent for the evening’s entire family being at ringside. She knew better than to take any woman in the ring with her too lightly, but she thought to herself, what kind of wrestler brings her parents and her grandmother to watch her wrestle in adult pro?

In the other locker room, Jemma was receiving a last-minute pep talk from Sara, who with her previous knowledge of adult pro wrestling had appointed herself as manager to Jemma for the evening. ‘Remember our strategy Jem’ she told the attentive teenage redhead. ‘You’re not a pro wrestler, you’re a fighter. That’s what this blonde bimbo isn’t going to expect from you. Get her down and grind her into submission if you can.’

‘I’m going to try Sara’ Jemma told the blonde American who had taken such interest in her early training. ‘And I’m going to fight her hard’ she added, a glint in her eye. ‘Are you sure I have to fuck her if I win though?’ she asked, a little confused ‘those girls in the first two matches didn’t do that?’ she added.

‘Don’t you worry about that for now Jem’ Sara told her. ‘You make sure you beat her first; I’ll fuck the bitch afterwards if you don’t feel like doing it. The crowd are going to expect someone to get it in the main event, so let’s make sure it’s not you, shall we?’ the blonde told her young charge for the evening.

‘Works for me’ Jemma admitted as they heard a knock at the door of the locker room they were in. It was time for Jemma to head to the ring and show the large, and expectant crowd what she had. Out in the arena, the lights dimmed, building the atmosphere ahead of the match. I had to admit to being more than a little nervous to see how Jemma would cope with the totally different environment here. She was a more than competent catfighter; far more so than her three-fight experience might suggest, but adult pro wrestling was a very different animal. Still, she would have Sara on her side out there, which might act as a bit of a boost for her. As the searchlights started to roam the arena, dancing across the crowd, the sounds of Jemma’s chosen entrance music started to fill the arena. Emma and I couldn’t help but smile as we worked out what the music was that she had chosen; Crush by Paramore had been the music Emma had chosen the only time she was asked to have entrance music and it seemed that our little girl had decided it would work just fine for her too. As Sara walked behind her to the ring, I could see a look of edginess on Jemma’s face; she knew that she was a little out of her comfort zone here, but there was also a look of determination about her as well.

She was well enough received too by the crowd who cheered politely for her at least. We knew that her opponent, Princess Aimee, was the home favourite, but the adult pro crowd was not a biased one it seemed. Slipping between top and middle ropes, Jemma waved a little nervously to the crowd as she headed to her corner. She wore a scarlet coloured bikini which had a blue and white logo on the front; the top had a zipper between her breasts and the bottom wasn’t quite thong style, but it was cut skimpily enough still. Jemma wore a pair of shimmering footless tights as well and she would wrestle barefoot as she was used to doing in her catfights so far. Sara rolled into the ring with her, and the two chatted quietly in the corner as Jemma’s intro music faded and the crowd began to cheer for their home town girl, the blonde Princess Aimee.

Those cheers were quickly drowned out by the opening bars of the blonde wrestler’s intro music now. The crowd didn’t have to wait for their first glimpse this evening of Princess Aimee as she burst on to the entrance ramp in the arena, her hand raised in the air to acknowledge the cheers of her fans. Where Jemma had looked nervous, the experienced adult pro wrestler looked confident, comfortable in her environment. She was dressed in her trademark gear for the contest as well; a pair of white mid-calf wresting boots on her feet. Black knee pads which gave way to thin, purple, criss-cross garters on her thighs. She wore neon green hot pants, trimmed in purple with a purple crop top trimmed in the same neon green shade. On her arms, neon green sleeves from wrist to well-toned bicep completed the look for Princess Aimee who strode confidently to the ring. She looked to me like she expected to dispatch Jemma with some ease here; I knew Jemma was a tough little cookie though, maybe she could surprise the more experienced woman with her style here.

The ring announcer signalled for the bell to be rung a few times as Princess Aimee slipped into the ring, trying to dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd for a moment to make herself heard. ‘This is a special, adult pro challenge match scheduled for one fall with no time limit and no holds barred’ the pint-sized brunette announcer shouted over the general noise in the arena. ‘And it is a pro wrestler versus catfighter challenge. First of all, our catfighter; hailing from Staffordshire, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighing 146lbs and measuring 36D-23-36, this is the teenage catfighting sensation, Jemma Baines!’ the announcer concluded as Jemma waved to the crowd again from the corner. ‘And her opponent, from right here in Manchester, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing in at 130lbs and with the 34DD breasts, this is Princess Aimee!!’

While Jemma had been well enough received, the reception for the home town blonde was more enthusiastic. I could see Sara telling Jemma not to worry about that though over the corner; later on, Jemma told me that Sara had been telling her ‘don’t worry about the crowd, you start beating on this bitch and most of them will love you in the end Jem.’ Still, as Princess Aimee twirled her body sexily in the centre of the ring, the referee cleared Sara from the ring and called for the bell, the action getting underway as Princess Aimee confidently motioned for Jemma to come and lock up with her in the centre of the ring. Jemma may have been inexperienced, but she was no shrinking violet in a fight, and she came straight in to accept the offered collar and elbow tie up, trying to use her strength to push the sexy blonde back to the corner. She looked successful at it too, slightly bigger as she was than Princess Aimee, but the blonde had all the tricks of the pro ring, and switched the momentum as she neared the corner to forced Jemma’s back to the turnbuckle instead. A withering chop to the top of Jemma’s breasts stung her a little as Princess Aimee backed up again, taking up her station in the centre of the ring and motioning for Jemma to come back and lock up again.

The blonde wore a sexy, but smug looking smile on her face, as she watched Jemma gather herself and come back into the centre of the ring. Again, Princess Aimee offered the lock up, raising her arms as if to challenge Jemma to the collar and elbow tie up. As Jemma came in though, Princess Aimee forced her arms up in the air and sunk a knee deep in Jemma’s belly. That doubled her up and the blonde wrestler jumped into the air to crash a hard forearm down across Jemma’s back, sending her to the mat on all fours right at the start of the match. Already Princess Aimee looked confident, launching into an impressive looking rolling cradle as she tried to gain the fast three count on Jemma. She may have been inexperienced, but there was no way Jemma was going to fall foul to that kind of move so early in the match, and she easily kicked out of the blonde’s attempted pin. It was little help to her early in the match though as Princess Aimee continued to dominate the action with her pro style experience, trapping Jemma in a front headlock as she tried to rise.

Effortlessly, the blonde hefted Jemma into the position to deliver an impressive vertical suplex, holding the position for just long enough to allow the blood to flow to her head a little before slamming her hard to the canvas on her back. Jemma groaned and again Princess Aimee covered her, making no real effort to hold our daughter down by hooking a leg, and again Jemma was able to power her way out of the pin. The action continued at some pace though, Princess Aimee sending Jemma into the ropes now as she peeled her off the mat, and the blonde took to the air to deliver a drop kick. Indeed, the athletic blonde got all of the height and extension on the move that she could have possibly wanted; unfortunately for her Jemma held on to the top ropes to arrest her motion, and Princess Aimee landed flat on her back in the centre of the ring. That was all the invitation Jemma needed to go on the attack. And Jemma had a fiery style to match her red hair as she dropped to her knees, clubbing a double fisted blow in the blonde wrestler’s body. Immediately reverting to her catfighting roots despite the pro style setting, Jemma grabbed a double handful of hair and bounced the back of Princess Aimee’s head off the canvas twice.

From where we were sat at ringside, we heard the blonde groan as Jemma took it to her now, peeling her from the mat by that hair hold before slugging her with a right hand to the jaw to send her reeling in to the ropes. Now Jemma went low, a punch right in to the pit of the blonde wrestler’s stomach before she latched on to a double breast claw through Princess Aimee’s purple crop top. In truth, the top probably limited its effectiveness a little, but it was through gritted teeth that Princess Aimee managed to force Jemma’s hands off her breasts. Now the wrestler replied with a slap to the face only for Jemma to eat that up and shoot back another cruel punch to the pit of the blonde’s toned belly before firing her off into the opposite ropes. Jemma’s pro style wrestling was relatively rudimentary and she looked to level Princess Aimee with a clothesline; pro experience came to play though as Princess Aimee managed to take Jemma’s arm and bring her to the mat in a flying crucifix. An immediate pinning predicament for Jemma who was able to power her way out of the hold once more. Princess Aimee reacted the quicker once again though, and she went in for another pin, this time with an impressive looking rolling cradle that saw Jemma flat on her back with the blonde’s ass positioned pretty much on her face before she got out of there after a two count.

To me, it looked like Princess Aimee fancied that she could take Jemma by surprise and get the quick pin on her. Jemma seemed to have a power advantage over Princess Aimee though, and I felt that the wrestler was making a mistake in not looking to subdue Jemma with her wrestling ability first. Both women got back to their feet now, and Jemma surprised the blonde with a sharp kick to the belly as Princess Aimee looked to lock up with her. Jemma grabbed a firm handful of blonde hair now, using it to force Princess Aimee’s head up slightly so that she could chop a right hand down into her jaw and put her on her knees on the mat. A kick lashed across Princess Aimee’s breasts followed, immediately knocking the blonde on to her back and Jemma launched herself at her, partly into a splash, but more so to pull her into a tight headlock down on the mat, face pressed slightly into the side of her D cup breasts. Again though, Princess Aimee was able to use her wrestling ability and she quickly reversed the headlock into a hammer lock, forcing Jemma face down on the mat as she playfully slapped her ass before ratcheting up the pressure, causing Jemma to cry out in pain. At ringside, Sara banged on the mat telling Jemma to ‘fight her like we trained for Jemma!’

That advice didn’t seem to help Jemma too much at this point though to be honest. Princess Aimee had her well trapped, and using Jemma’s body as her base, she performed a handstand before crashing a knee back down into Jemma’s already torqued arm. Jemma cried out again as Princess Aimee slapped her ass for a second time, this time taking the time to paw it roughly before starting to force Jemma back to her feet with a combination of hair and the well applied hammerlock. Using that, she pushed Jemma in front of her before slamming her face into the top turnbuckle in the corner. Princess Aimee quickly spun Jemma round so that she had her back against the turnbuckle, and then she delivered another of those withering chops to the top of Jemma’s breasts, drawing a shriek of pain from her. Jemma slumped forward a little in the corner clutching the top rope with one hand and her breasts with the other as a smile played across her blonde opponent’s face as her eyes dropped to Jemma’s chest. More specifically, it dropped to the zipper that ran up the front of her bikini top, and with a flourish she pulled the zipper down, letting the top fall open at the front. Now a double handful of hair forced Jemma back upright before Princess Aimee delivered another stinging chop to her breasts, sending Jemma reeling back into the corner.

The blonde wrestler was looking confident now, and Jemma was in more trouble as Princess Aimee treated her to a monkey flip out of the corner, sending Jemma flying head over heels into the centre of the ring in a flurry of red hair. In a second, Princess Aimee was on her, standing over Jemma to deliver a crushing elbow drop across the breasts before slipping into another cover that Jemma squirmed out of at a count of two. I could feel Emma shifting a little uncomfortably next to me in her seat as our daughter continued to be on the receiving end, but Jemma was a tough cookie and she had a surprise in store for Princess Aimee as she tried to peel her off the mat. Jemma was a catfighter; she wasn’t afraid of going below the belt and she nailed the blonde with a straight shot to the pussy. The look on the blonde’s face was one of straight shock as she felt the pain and dropped to her knees, clutching her womanhood. Now Jemma was quick to try and get the match back on an even keel, and she went back to what she knew best, first slashing a set of flame fed nails across the blonde wrestler’s breasts drawing a shriek from her as she felt the burning pain there.

Jemma was quick to continue her attack now, and Emma cheered her on, suddenly sensing that the match might just be turning in her favour. Jemma plunged down on top of Princess Aimee, quickly trapping her in a headlock again as she tried to snake her thighs around the blonde’s body in a body scissors. Debbie and Emma had both told me how strong Jemma’s scissor hold was; and now, as she locked her ankles around the blonde wrestler’s body, the cry of pain it drew seemed to attest clearly to that now. Then Jemma went pure catfight on her, sinking her sharp red nails into Princess Aimee’s breasts once more as she eased her top off her sensitive breasts and clawed them. Princess Aimee beat at the mat now in pain and frustration at finding herself trapped by Jemma and the situation was about to get worse as Jemma caught her on the chin with a hard elbow, and took advantage of the dazed blonde, using a rough handful of hair to force her back to her feet.

Jemma may not have been a pro wrestler, but it didn’t mean that she had no pro style moves up her sleeve as she slid a hand between Princess Aimee’s thighs and slammed her hard to the mat. Jemma showed her cruel side now as well as Princess Aimee rolled on to her front, delivering a knee drop to the blonde wrestler’s lower back. Princess Aimee howled in pain as Emma yelled in delight at the way Jemma seemed to have the match going back her way, staying in a kneeling position on top of her opponent and grabbing the hair to pull her head and chest clear of the mat. Princess Aimee was moaning in pain once more now as Jemma punished her some more, ripping fiercely at her hair. ‘Aaaaggggh!’ the blonde cried out, quickly followed by ‘you fucking bitch! Get off my hair!’

‘Sure’ Jemma replied chirpily; ‘just submit bitch!’ she continued, telling Princess Aimee the easiest way out of the predicament. ‘No, never!’ the blonde wrestler shot back defiantly as Jemma slammed her head into the mat by the hair now, leaving Princess Aimee clutching at her face while Jemma switched positions now. Lying on top of the blonde, her head facing towards her ass, Jemma reached back to grab the hair again. This time she just pulled Princess Aimee’s head into the perfect position to snap her legs closed around them in a figure four head scissor. Princess Aimee moaned in pain, Jemma’s strong thighs immediately causing her trouble as they started to crush her head. ‘Submit bitch?’ Jemma enquired as she heard rather than saw the pain Princess Aimee was feeling but the blonde was stubborn, resilient it seemed and she refused to give up.

‘Fair enough, you asked for it!’ Jemma warned as she pushed herself up on one hand to add to the power of the scissor hold. That wasn’t the end of it though as Jemma quickly found a way to apply a crotch claw as well from the position that drew screams of pain from Princess Aimee. The pro wrestler might have been comfortable enough as the match had stayed towards wrestling, but right now, Jemma was teaching her a lesson in the art of catfighting. From the noise she was making, it was evident that the blonde wrestler wasn’t enjoying it all that much as well, but she got some respite as Jemma was unable to hold her position pushed up on one hand for long and she broke off from the scissor hold as she dropped back to lie on top of Princess Aimee. The crowd, very much in favour of the home town girl started a chant, trying to urge their favourite back into the match. To the backdrop of ‘AIMEE……AIMEE……AIMEEE’ though, Jemma continued to dominate the action for now, forcing the blonde to her feet and throwing her into the corner. Now Jemma showed off her kick-boxing skills as she held her hands high while snapping two roundhouse kicks into the ailing blonde’s side.

Jemma looked out at the crowd for a moment, now taking in the scene as she felt she had everything going her way. ‘Stay focussed Jemma!’ Sara warned from the corner, snapping the young red head back into the moment, and she showed another great move as she ran towards the corner, using Princess Aimee’s right thigh as a step up to deliver a knee strike to the chin that sent the blonde glassy eyed in the corner. ‘Go on Jemma, finish her off!’ Emma shouted from next to me, no longer able to contain her excitement at how Jemma was performing against a much more experienced opponent. And then, Princess Aimee showed her pro wrestling experience once again. Jemma backed up, and took just a split second before she rushed back in, jumping up to land on both of the blonde’s thighs grabbing her round the back of the head to deliver a monkey flip out of the corner. As Jemma looked to fall back though, Princess Aimee held tightly on to the top ropes and Jemma fell, landing painfully on the back of her head in a heap in the corner. Princess Aimee may have been a little dazed from the knee to the chin that Jemma had caught her with moments earlier, but she acted on instinct, stacking Jemma up on her shoulders. Putting her feet onto the middle ropes, the blonde added all of her weight to the pin attempt only for Jemma to just squirm her shoulder free at the key moment and avoid the pin fall defeat.

The momentum of the match had turned once again it seemed though, with Jemma feeling the back of her neck as she struggled to her knees on the mat. Princess Aimee was still on her feet, holding the top rope to aid her balance as she clubbed an elbow across the back of Jemma’s neck now, sending her to the mat on her belly. The blonde wasn’t going to let her rest for long down on the mat though, immediately dropping a cruel elbow across the back of the head now, and just like that, Jemma was in trouble at the hands of the hard-hitting pro wrestler. Taking a moment, Princess Aimee elected to relieve Jemma of her bikini top now, throwing it from the ring before she pulled Jemma from the mat with a handful of hair and a tight handful of her bikini bottoms. Using that grip, she spun Jemma around now, throwing her between the top and middle ropes into the steel corner post, and unforgiving impact that had surely taken Jemma out of the match, however tough we knew her to be. Indeed, it looked like Princess Aimee felt that way, taking her time as she left Jemma hanging across the middle rope looking out of the match completely to wave to her fans in the crowd now.

Again, the chant went up from the crowd ‘AIMEE…...AIMEE’ as the home town fans enjoyed the fact that their favourite had the match won. And then, unseen to the confident blonde, Jemma winked at Sara in the corner, apparently having ridden the impact with the corner post somewhat better than she had made it look. Still, as Princess Aimee reached through the ropes to grab her hair and pull her back into the ring, Jemma played possum, meekly allowing the blonde to pull her towards the centre of the ring. Standing unsteadily, Jemma looked defenceless as Princess Aimee slid a hand between her thighs looking to lift her into a body slam only for Jemma to surprise her as she used the momentum of the slam to jump over Princess Aimee. As she touched down behind her, she sprung into action, jumping up on the blonde’s back as she wrapped her arms around her head in a tightly applied sleeper hold while her legs wrapped around Princess Aimee’s body like an anaconda gripping its prey. Jemma had her; the look of confidence in her face told the story as she pulled Princess Aimee to the mat on her back, and the blonde wrestlers eyes betrayed the predicament she was in.

Mouth close to Princess Aimee’s ear, Jemma whispered to her ‘tap or nap honey? Choice is yours’ as the blonde continued to wriggle and squirm, trying to force her way out of the hold. Jemma ground her strong thighs into the blonde’s body, her arms able to sink in deeper each time the blonde writhed in her grasp, and soon it was clear that Princess Aimee couldn’t get out of the hold. ‘Tap or nap honey?’ Jemma asked her once more, and then as it was clear that the blonde wasn’t going to give up, she clamped the sleeper on ever tighter, her thighs helping to make sure that the blonde couldn’t fill her lungs with oxygen any more. She grew increasingly still in Jemma’s grasp as the referee came in to take a look at events to see if Princess Aimee could continue. The referee lifted Princess Aimee’s right hand into the air once, allowing it to fall to the mat. Again, the referee grabbed her hand, and now, knowing defeat was close at hand, Princess Aimee had one last surge of energy, planting her feet into the mat and trying to force herself up on top of Jemma’s lithe young body. One more tense of her thighs was all it took though for Jemma to put paid to that, and now she had the sleeper fully sunk in. Princess Aimee was trapped helplessly and she knew it as she finally tapped Jemma’s arms frantically to show that she gave up the match.

While Princess Aimee had run out of ideas to counter Jemma’s sleeper at the end of the match, it was now Jemma who was a little devoid of ideas, not really sure what to do having won the contest and the right to sexually punish Princess Aimee. In the corner, I could tell Sara had no such problems with the idea though and as Jemma hovered uncomfortably, near to, but not doing anything to Princess Aimee, Sara was stripping off in the corner and putting on a strap on she seemed to have brought with her for the day. I could feel Emma bristling next to me, apparently not too happy that Sara was going to take over the punishment part of the match. Her view was that if Jemma didn’t want to do it then she shouldn’t need to, and in truth, she wasn’t going to have to as Sara now slipped into the ring to take her place.

‘I’ve got this now Jem’ she told my daughter who looked on a little uncomfortably as the now naked Sara grabbed Princess Aimee’s hair forcing her to her knees and after swatting her across the face with the strap on, she played it across the blonde’s tightly sealed lips.

‘Open wide bitch!’ Sara told the blonde wrestler as she pinched her nose, knowing it would force her to open her mouth eventually to take a breath and when she did so, Sara plunged the strap on in to her mouth, roughly face fucking the blonde. Princess Aimee gagged on the strap on as Sara elected for roughness rather than anything sensual about the face fucking, and then tiring of that attack, she nailed Princess Aimee with a right hand to the face, knocking her back to the mat.

Sara was well known for her super smother and despite the fact that this was a match already well won, she didn’t miss an opportunity to give Princess Aimee a taste of her tits in her face while her legs spread the blonde wrestler’s wide in a grapevine.

‘Jem’ Sara called over her shoulder ‘be a dear and get this bitch’s hotpants off, would you?’

Jemma looked uncomfortable enough at the idea, but she did as she was asked, pulling the blonde wrestler’s neon green hotpants off her before Sara released the smother from the further weakened Princess Aimee. Now Sara was quick to flip the blonde on to her front and then took a firm grip of her waist, pulling her back to all fours and roughly on to the strap on which she plunged into her doggy style from behind. Princess Aimee might have been battered and well defeated, but now, she was instantly moaning with pleasure as it was obvious that Sara was putting the strap on to great use on her.

‘You like that don’t you slut?’ Sara taunted the blonde who could only reply with sounds that increasingly showed how turned on she was. ‘Mmmmmm………. ooooooohhhhh’ Princess Aimee moaned, quickly heading towards a climax, but Sara still had one more thing in store for her, releasing her grip around the blonde’s waist, and stretching forward to fish-hook her mouth as she roughly fucked her to a screaming climax in the ring. ‘Oh fuck……. Mmmmmm………oh fuck………. please………...OOOOHHHHHH!’ Princess Aimee moaned and groaned as Sara felt the orgasm rip through the blonde’s sexy body. Her work done it seemed, Sara simply pushed the blonde off the strap on so that she lay face down and ass up in the centre of the ring. The match had ended with victory for Jemma and it seemed that it was Sara who had very firmly put the exclamation point on our daughter’s fourth win. I wasn’t sure that Emma was too thrilled about that ending, but frankly she seemed to be in the minority amongst the crowd who now roundly cheered Sara and Jemma in the ring as they stood in victory over Princess Aimee.