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Third Time Lucky?

By Wolfboy

Jemma’s girlfriend Beth takes on a fight with another novice as she looks for her first win

It was a few weeks before the garage ring would see any more action. Jemma and Emma both wisely took the time to lick their wounds and recover from their respective defeats to Bindi and Priya. The first to see action would in fact be Beth; Jemma would be in action later on the same day, but it was her girlfriend looking to finally get her first win at the third time of asking. Jemma was going to be watching the match but she had asked me to act as Beth’s second in the no time limit, one fall match up. Jemma had put a little bit of work into training with Beth as well this time, promising that she would spend even more time helping her now that she was back to 100%. Beth’s opponent, chosen by her and Jemma one afternoon was a novice fighter from Liverpool called Sam who had a record of one win and one loss from two fights.

We had been able to get Karen along to referee both fights again, and Beth faced the prospect of fighting with a referee that she didn’t know so well in the ring for the first time. Although I’d be in Beth’s corner, I’d left the preparation work to Jemma and Beth, feeling that the blonde novice might be a little more comfortable with that. Not long before fight time, she was led into the lounge by the hand, giggling about something with Jemma who had evidently done a good job of relaxing her girlfriend for the match, I noticed another change in Beth here too; she’d seemed quite shy and awkward when she was stripped down to fight and hadn’t really embraced the idea of special outfits to fight in. Here today, she was wearing a pink gingham check pair of boyshorts with a matching bra. Not a complete change in her style to glamorous lingerie yet, but a definite move towards something more of that ilk. She seemed so much more at ease with the whole thing today though, laughing and joking with Jemma as she sat on the sofa with her in the lounge for a few moments. The Jemma gave her a good luck kiss and headed to the garage, barefoot and wearing a white and green sundress, looking to take her seat for the action.

‘You look a lot more confident for today Beth; how are you feeling about it?’ I asked her as we waited, having decided we’d allow Sam to head into the ring first before making something of an entrance.

‘I’m still a bit nervous Mr B’ Beth smiled ‘but Jem has definitely helped. I feel more sure of my ability now. And I know she has my training planned out, so I guess I’ll be getting better at it’ she laughed.

‘Jem can be very determined’ I agreed ‘and if she decides to train you, she’ll give it her best shot. You can always ask Emma anything you like as well’ I offered, ‘I know she won’t mind.’

‘Well thanks Mr B’ Beth smiled as we heard the door to the guest room open and Sam make her way into the garage and the ring. ‘The truth is, I have fun fighting, especially for Jemma, but I think it’s you that I’ll want to ask more questions of in time’ she told me, seeing me quizzically raise an eyebrow as Beth stood up. ‘You see, I think I see my role being more like you with Emma in time, guiding Jemma’s career a little. Helping her find opponents, being in her corner. You know, like you do with Mrs B?’ she shrugged.

‘Well in that case Beth, my door is always open’ I told her. ‘Just ask away whenever you need any advice. Now, shall we go and get your first win?’ I asked her as she chuckled a little nervously and we headed to the garage ring. There we found Jemma sat behind the corner Beth would take while Sam was waiting in the ring with her sister, also a fighter, taking up duties in the corner for her. In the middle of it all stood Karen, ready to referee the one fall, to a finish, contest between relative novices, both with two matches behind them. Where both of Beth’s losses had come to Bindi who of course she knew well, Sam had been fighting other girls and was perhaps slightly more at ease because of it. Still, Jemma gave Beth an encouraging smile as she slipped into the ring, mouthing ‘looking good babe!’ to the blonde who smiled back in reply before Karen looked to bring events to order. ‘Ladies’ the referee began ‘you’re both here for a no time limit, one submission catfight. There will be no punching or kicking, and anything else goes. Do you both agree to the rules? She asked, checking in with Beth and Sam who both nodded in agreement. ‘Good, then first of all on my right is Sam who is 21 years old. She is 5 feet 5 inches tall, 127lbs, and she measures 34C-23-35. Sam has 1 win and 1 defeat to date.’ The redhead fighter, with her hair in a fairly short bob cut, removed her shorts and t-shirt now, showing that she was wearing a white, pink and purple patterned string bikini to fight in. She looked athletic and powerful enough, and carried herself with a degree of confidence that suggested she was going to present a challenge to Beth.

‘And across the ring’ Karen said, looking in our direction ‘is Beth. Beth is 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 134lbs and she measures 34C-25-34. She has 2 losses so far’ Karen finished, Beth shifting a little uneasily as Sam eyed her from across the ring. She was already prepared to fight in her gingham boy shorts and bra, so there was no further time spent on preamble. I reminded Beth to follow the plan Jemma and she had discussed, she nodded, Karen called ‘fight!’ and both young ladies started to circle. ‘Soon be three losses’ Sam immediately shot at Beth as she moved anti clockwise around the blonde who had taken the centre of the ring. ‘We’ll see’ Beth replied and immediately she slapped Sam’s face, not powerfully, but enough to surprise her, and reached for Sam’s shortish red hair, trying to reel her into a side headlock. Quick as a flash, Beth bunted her hip into Sam’s side and flipped her up and over to the mat on her back, all without relinquishing the headlock. Now on the mat, Beth laid her body across Same, planted her feet in the mat, and cranked that headlock hard to test the Liverpudlian’s resolve in the opening moments.

A look back over my shoulder showed Jemma looking on with a smile on her face as her girlfriend dominated the early going, now wrapping her hand in Sam’s hair as her screech of pain diverted her attention back to the mat. Beth cranked on the headlock, asking Sam if she ‘wanted to give up already?’ It was pretty clear that Sam didn’t as she groaned again, feeling Beth’s arms working around her head hard. Instead of submitting, Sam locked her arms around Beth’s waist, using that grip to slowly but surely roll the blonde with the pixie cut hair off her so that her back and shoulders were to the mat. It would have made for a good pin, but here it did little as Beth maintained the headlock and to the cost of a slap to her thigh, she kicked her feet and rolled back across her to return the situation to how it had been. Sam was flat on her back with Beth trying to punish her in the headlock, but she did still have her arms around Beth’s waist just enough to use the grip to shift Beth so that her butt was on the mat rather than on Sam’s body now, and the redhead started to force her way to her knees. Positioned behind Beth suddenly, Sam showed a bit of a nasty streak for the first time as she grabbed the back of Beth’s panties, pulling them into a bit of a wedgie. It was a set of pink and purple painted nails dug into Beth’s lower back just below her waistband though that caused a shriek of surprise from Beth and in an instant, Sam had squirmed free of the headlock. Now the released the relatively light wedgie, took a double handful of hair, and forced Beth to her feet before throwing her into the corner in front of where Jemma and I were sat. The redhead launched into a flurry of slaps that echoed around the garage as Beth grunted and groaned at the impacts and tried to defend with her arms. She replied, looking to fire back with a slap to the face, but then Sam cut her off quickly with a thigh strike to the stomach. Beth groaned loudly, Sam slapped her face to rock her upright in the corner and she quickly draped Beth’s arms across the top rope before stinging her pert breasts with two hard slaps down into the top of them.

‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Beth cried out as she felt Sam’s palm warm her skin and then the redhead had her set up for an Irish Whip over in to her own corner of the ring. Beth was fleet footed though, and she reversed the attempt to send Sam hard into her own corner. Now Beth showed something I’d not seen from her before as she bounded across the ring, jumped up to land on Sam’s thighs and then fell back to deliver a perfect monkey flip. The surprised redhead wheeled through the air, landing hard at centre ring, and as Beth dropped in to deliver a leg drop across her breasts, the blonde was back in control. Jemma beamed with some satisfaction at that move from Beth, but on the mats, the blonde had already moved on to use her opponent’s red hair to pull her into a side head scissor. Thighs pressed in tight around Sam’s head, Beth stretched out to her full height on the mats to get every inch of leverage she could for the scissor hold, and she flexed her legs to make Sam whine with pain. Beth suddenly wore the confident look of a girl having things go her way in there, and she flexed those legs again, hands pushed to the mats now to elevate her hips and provide that little bit more power to the scissor hold. Sam moaned in pain once more, and it seemed that for one so inexperienced herself, Jemma had done a reasonable job of coaching Beth to me. Beth kept the pressure up, ignoring Sam pulling at her legs, as she tried to subdue the flame haired Liverpool fighter quickly now, not wanting to wait for her first taste of victory. Then she shrieked as Sam wisely twisted her toes and feet, knowing that she had to get free of the hold.

It was successful too as Beth scrambled free, not wanting to risk a foot injury, and it was all back to an even keel after 4 minutes of catfighting. Both ladies were back on their feet, starting to circle again, just eyeing each other up with a little more caution than they had at the start. Beth’s golden tanned skin showed a couple of palm prints on her breasts while Sam worked her head around trying to ease the stiffness out of her neck from Beth’s impressive scissor hold. ‘Not so cocky now bitch!’ Beth shot at Sam, following it up with a slap to the cheek that stung the redhead, putting her on the back foot as Beth started to stalk her, growing in confidence, only to walk straight into an elbow to the pit of the stomach from her. Beth was frozen to the spot for just a moment, just long enough for Sam to trip her to the mat and follow her down with a full body splash, and she had Beth winded and under a degree of control in a cross pin now. Only a degree of control as with her right arm scissored, Beth got her left hand straight into Sam’s hair before the redhead could take control of it. Sam groaned, but then she made Beth so the same with a well delivered straight fingered thrust to the left breast before using four slaps to the left arm to threaten, but not quite break, Beth’s grip of her hair. Another straight fingered thrust to the breast made Beth cry out in pain and then Sam was digging inside her bikini top, looking for, and finding her nipple which she cruelly twisted now.

Beth howled in pain, gritted her teeth and pulled hard at Sam’s red hair now, trying to counter. Then Beth shrieked again as Sam twisted her nipple harder, and she tried to defend, reaching for Sam’s hand to pull it off her breast. Which was precisely what the redhead had planned of course, allowing her to grab Beth’s left hand and pin it to the mat to finally complete her cross pin perfectly. In an odd way, that helped Beth for a moment; she may have been better trapped but she was no longer having her nipple twisted like the winding mechanism of a clockwork toy. Then Sam started to light up her belly with some hard flat-handed blows that were designed to drain any woman, and the dynamic of the fight changed again as Beth squirmed and writhed a little helplessly beneath Sam. Another slap landed and then as Beth tried to catch her breath from that, Sam applied a claw hold to her stomach for a moment, pressing in hard as Beth groaned ‘mmmnnngghhh!’ as she felt the pain.

‘You can submit if you want blondie?’ Sam suggested as Beth moaned ‘noooo’ in response. Then the situation got that bit worse for Beth as Sam worked her fingers that little bit deeper in to her stomach to try and grind that submission out of her. Beth let out a shrill cry of pain now from that, and I thought that maybe we were approaching the end of the bout. Then, perhaps showing some inexperience, Sam switched tactics, pulling on the front of Beth’s gingham check boy shorts. It looked to me at first that a simple wedgie was the intent of the Liverpool fighter, but then she quickly ripped the waistband of Beth’s shorts to tear them from her body. ‘Oh! Too bad!’ Sam complained, evidently disappointed with just how easily Beth’s lingerie had torn away to deny her the chance to punish her with a wedgie. As she threw Beth’s panties from the ring though, she had a new target, clamping a pussy claw on to Beth’s neatly waxed pussy. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh! Owwww, you bitch!’ Beth immediately complained as Sam’s fingers started to punish her, but in her enthusiasm to maul pussy, she released Beth’s hand and was surprised by the blonde who launched a salvo of slaps to her face, forcing Sam into a rethink. A handful of hair allowed Sam to force Beth, who was still flailing away with slaps, to her feet, and then the redhead cut through the flailing slaps to tag the blonde once, very effectively, in the face. Beth reeled back into the ropes, rocked by the blow it seemed, and Sam moved in, looking to take advantage.

Now the redhead wrapped Beth’s right arm around the top rope, and gave her a hard slap to the belly that had the blonde double forward before Sam set Beth up for an Irish Whip, this time aiming to send her into the opposite ropes. Again though, Sam was surprised as Beth demonstrated her fleet footedness to reverse, and it was Sam who hit the ropes and found herself catapulted towards Beth. The blonde has a surprise in store for Sam as she dropped to the mat and caught her with a drop toe hold to trip her to the mat. More of Jemma’s coaching work I guessed as Beth scissored Sam’s legs below the knee and rolled towards her head, folding her legs before she used that short red hair to pull Sam into a headlock. Keeping a grip of Sam’s hair too, Beth released the legs as she started to work the headlock hard around Sam’s head, drawing a moan of pain from the redhead. Once again though, Beth surprised Sam as she released the headlock, took a half nelson with a spot of added hair pulling, and cleverly rolled Sam to her back. She had to fight against the redhead’s legs for a moment as Sam tried to stop her from straddling her, but in a matter of moments, Beth was sat on the redhead’s stomach, pinning her hands to the mat above her head. Now Beth managed to pin her hands to the mat with one of her own, and with the other, she just eased the redhead’s bikini top aside to repay the favour of the nipple twist from earlier. That drew a shriek from Sam and brought a glint to the eye of Beth as she evidently enjoyed having the redhead trapped.

Jemma looked on with some pride at the way Beth had got herself back in control of the action now, her legs fighting with Sam’s for control as she tried to spread the redhead in a grapevine. Sam defended bravely against that and managed to just about keep her legs out of Beth’s grasp; Beth moved to surprise her again though, suddenly springing forward towards a face sit pin, Sat on Sam’s chest now, Beth released the redhead’s arms, slapped her in the face and then shifted forward to complete the pin. Pulling Sam’s hair, Beth just started to give Sam a taste of her pussy, having had her boyshorts torn off already, then she had to duck forward to avoid an attempt by Sam to get her legs around her and use them to pull her off her to the mat. Avoiding that, Beth looked to have complete control now, pulling hard on Sam’s hair to make sure that she had her well smothered. Sam might have been in a tough situation, but she didn’t panic, using what few options she had at her disposal in that position. Her tongue flicked hungrily at Beth’s pussy now, and as the blonde reeled away from that just a little, Sam timed a second attempt to catch Beth with her legs perfectly and she was able to roll Beth off her, taking in a couple of deep breaths now.

Both women got to their feet now, a little wearily, Beth naked from the waist down while Sam adjusted her bra so that it covered her breast once more. Beth made her pay for that with a slap to the breasts straight away, but then she paid a price in turn as she moved in for a knee to the body and Sam blocked it, landing with a stinging slap to the face that stunned Beth. Now the redhead delivered an Irish whip, every bit as effective as a posting, as she sent Beth into the walled section of the ring. Beth groaned as she hit the wall and she staggered out into a waist lock and a hard knee lift to the pussy that drew a shriek of pain from her. Beth was suddenly in a heap of trouble, although she tried to fight back with a slap to Sam’s body, but the redhead shrugged it off as she sent Beth to the ropes and set herself to flatten her with a shoulder tackle. Behind me, I could feel Jemma shifting a little uneasily as she realised her girl was in plenty of trouble now. Sam knew it too and she was straight in for a handful of hair, using that to force Beth to her feet, slapping her naked ass before leading her to our corner and a face full of turnbuckle. That kept Beth off balance, off her ga me and she was shortly off her feet as Sam lifted her into a quick body slam near to the corner. Beth writhed on the mat for a moment before Sam flattened her to it with a full body splash, crushing the air from her body. It was a cruel impact for the blonde to take and Sam asked her now ‘what were you trying to do to me blondie? Was it this?’ as she eased her position forward until she was sat high on Beth’s chest.

‘I can sit on your face too blondie’ the redhead taunted, teasing Beth as she hovered her crotch just above her face. ‘Or I could do this to you’ she continued, now sitting back onto Beth’s breasts and using a double handful of hair to bring her face into her crotch for a moment. ‘I think you like a face full of pussy don’t you blondie?’ she asked now, looking not at Beth but at Jemma who smouldered a little indignantly at the way Beth was being treated by Sam now. Her white and green dress did little to disguise Jemma’s stiff nipples either, suggesting that watching her girlfriend fight was proving quite the erotic experience for her. It was a fight that was near to its end now though with Sam telling Beth ‘let me show you how a real woman does it blondie’ winking at Jemma, as she shifted to sit right on Beth’s face. Now, as Beth bucked and bridged, Sam started to roll her hips, grinding her crotch on Beth’s face in a style not dissimilar to Jemma’s favoured face sit. It looked like being too much for Beth who let out a muffled cry of frustration. Then Sam reached back, digging inside Beth’s bra to grab and twist her nipple. Beth shrieked, then cried out ‘Aaaahh!’ as she felt Sam twisting her nipple, all the time slowly smothering her with her ass and pussy. ‘This is how real women do it blondie’ Sam teased now, twisting Beth’s nipple again as the blonde cried out ‘Aiiiieeee…my tit!’

‘Does it hurt blondie’ Sam asked, smiling at Jemma on the outside now. ‘You could just submit you know. That’d be easier for you blondie’ she taunted, adding another twist of the nipple, another roll of her hips grinding her pussy ever harder on Beth’s face. ‘Aaaaaggghhh…….I submit!’ Beth cried out now, muffled by Sam’s tightly applied face sit, but audible still to everyone in the room. Sam patted Beth’s face as she climbed off her, though to her credit, she helped Beth to her feet and gave her a hug, telling her ‘good fight blondie, you were better than I expected you to be’ before she returned to her corner to exchange a celebratory hug with her sister.

Beth looked a little crestfallen as she returned to our corner to a consoling hug over the top rope by Jemma who handed her a pair of shorts she’d apparently had the foresight to bring to the garage with her. ‘Thanks babe’ Beth said, before she let out a sigh of frustration, saying ‘I thought I had her this time!’

‘You really looked a lot better this time Beth’ I had to agree. ‘If you want my take on it, I think it’s probably a bit of killer instinct that you’re missing in there. You’re definitely getting better’ I told her.

‘We’ll work on it Beth, I promise’ Jemma smiled. ‘That’s if you want to. My Grandma told me to make sure I was a bitch in there; that’s what you need to do too I reckon!’

‘Your Grandma is so cool!’ Beth laughed as she hugged Jemma again. Then she looked Jemma in the eye, holding her away from her for a moment as she adopted a very serious expression, and asked her ‘will you still love me if I’m a bitch to you in training?’ before bursting into laughter.

There was a good while to kill before Jemma would fight in the evening in the garage ring, against an as yet unknown (to me) opponent. Jemma and Beth spent a bit of time chatting with Sam and her sister Amy about the fight and them more generally before parting on good enough terms. Karen had been spirited away by Emma who wanted to catch up with her about what was happening in the Smythe title picture at the moment. When Jemma and Beth headed back upstairs for a little while, I was left to contemplate what Beth had said pre match about maybe guiding Jemma now. It felt logical to me as a move at this stage; more importantly, it was clear to me that Beth loved Jemma and that meant she was likely to guide her very carefully. No time like the present then to make that change I though, and I wondered should Beth take on corner duties for tonight’s fight now?