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Taming The Tiger

By Wolfboy

The garage ring plays host to a couple of American tourists who want to settle an argument

After her victory over KT, Emma had been approached by Lady Amelia, first with congratulations on her win, but also with a question. ‘Em, there were two ladies here from America watching your fight, and well, they got into something of an argument over who would win a fight between the two of them. I offered them the chance to fight it out here, but they both agreed they wanted somewhere smaller, more private. Thought of you and wondered if you’d mind hosting them maybe?’ she asked.

‘I guess we could’ Emma said, as she went on ‘it’s much easier to do that now Jemma fights too and we don’t have to work around here so that she doesn’t know. What do they want?’ she asked Amelia.

‘Best of three falls with a ref. One girl, Lexi I think she said her name was, has a second in her husband. The other one is the louder of the two, travelling with them, and she’ll need a second I guess. She’s the one who seems to be driving the whole thing, but if you want my opinion, Lexi will win. She’s just playing her cards closer to her chest so far’ Amelia told her.

‘We can do it’ Emma agreed now, I suspected intrigued to see how it might play out. ‘Anytime they like tomorrow or the day after. We have the ring setup pretty much so there’s no drama on that front. I’ll referee, we’ll get Jemma’s girlfriend Beth to act as a second, and Jemma and Steve can watch just to make sure it’s all above board’ she suggested to Amelia.

‘Sounds OK’ Amelia agreed. ‘Come with me for a moment Em, they’re just outside, so you can meet them and find out when they want at it’ she smiled.

Emma returned a little while later, an amused smile on her face, and as we headed for the house, she told me how she thought it was all going to play out. ‘Amelia is kind of right in how she assessed it Steve’ she told me. ‘Melissa is the loud one, and she’s the one who is driving the whole thing along, you’d think anyway. But the other girl, Lexi, I feel like she’s just confident and letting Melissa do all her talking ahead of the fight. I don’t think either girl is that experienced in terms of fights, but Lexi carries herself like she knows what to do, while Melissa is all nervous energy and noise. She’ll start out fast I’m sure, probably give Lexi some sticky moments early on, but I’m sure Lexi will work her out as it goes along’ Emma told me.

‘Well it sounds like it has some promise’ I agreed. ‘And they’re both OK with everything you suggested to them?’ I asked her.

‘Totally on board with it. Beth as second for Melissa, you and Jemma watching, and they’ve got their own rules in mind too. They called it catfight wrestling, no biting or scratching, no punching or kicking to the face, no long nails, but mauling is OK. Best of three with no time limit and a two minute break between submissions’ Emma said.

‘They have it all worked out’ I remarked.

‘Yes, they really do’ Emma agreed. ‘And I’m actually looking forward to seeing if Melissa can back up her brashness or if Lexi’s quiet nature is confidence or is she really timid after all’ she smiled.

With that as the background, we welcomed Lexi, her husband Sean, and their friend Melissa to the house the following day, with them arriving in their rental car in plenty of time for the allotted start time for the fight of midday. Both women had arrived casually dressed, so after introducing Melissa to Beth who would be acting as her second, I showed Lexi and Sean to the downstairs guest room to change. At the same time, Beth took Melissa upstairs to Jemma’s old room which would serve as their changing area. Jemma and I went through to the garage ring, taking a seat on the sofas there as we waited for the action.

‘Well this is exciting’ Jemma smiled ‘two total novices fighting for our entertainment!’

‘I’m not sure they’re both quite as novice as you think they are Jem’ I said. ‘You see the way Lexi carries herself? She looks calm and confident don’t you think?’ I asked.

‘True, she does give off that air’ Jemma agreed. ‘And Melissa looks like she’ll be a nasty fighter to me. She has a degree of bitchiness about her’ Jemma declared.

We would find out soon enough as Emma led Lexi and her husband and second, Sean into the garage so that they could head to their corner of the ring. Her shoulder length brown hair was arranged into a neat ponytail, and she looked confident as she slipped through the ropes now, leaning on them to test the tension in them as she did so. She wore a short black silk kimono that stopped at the middle of her thigh, and a pair of mid length wrestling boots in a matching patent black colour. Now she turned to face her corner for a moment, stretching lightly and chatting to Sean as Beth led Melissa into the ring. Spotting her rival with her back turned towards her, Melissa couldn’t resist a quick jibe in her direction, telling her and everyone listening ‘already can’t bring yourself to look the better woman in the eye Lexi!’

Lexi just turned and smiled at her friend, not wanting to get drawn in to a verbal exchange before the action had even started. Where Lexi was understated in black, Melissa was bright and brash, her jet black hair arranged into a messy bun on top of her head, contrasting to the bright scarlet of her own kimono which was much shorter than Lexi’s and showed a hint of her bright red string bikini panties. Across the back of her kimono was a picture of a tiger, along with the stylised writing ‘SAIGON TIGER’ picked out in gold lettering. She wore white knee-length wrestling boots too, evidently fancying herself enough as a wrestler to have her own ring name already. We could see Beth trying to convey some last minute advice to Melissa now, as the Vietnamese American woman seemed to be paying her very little attention. Meanwhile, Lexi listened intently to Sean in her corner, as Emma kicked off her shoes to enter the ring, first as announcer, but primarily as referee.

‘Ladies, you both agreed to the rules beforehand, do you have any questions about them at all?’ she asked first, seeing both shake their heads in response. ‘OK then, I’ll introduce you both and then we’ll get started’ Emma continued. ‘So, on my left, from Boston, USA, at 5 feet 7 inches, 130lbs, 34B-24-35 and 32 years old we have Lexi. On my right, also from Boston, at 5 feet 6 inches, 140lbs, 36C-25-38 and 30 years old, we have Melissa who wishes to be known as The Saigon Tiger!’ So ladies, get your robes off and get ready to fight on my command’ Emma finished.

First to disrobe was Lexi who removed her black silk robe, handing it to Sean to reveal that beneath it, she wore a pair of white and black Brazilian cut panties, with a black lace bra. Her panties could almost have been a leopard print design, but not quite, and it was fair to say that the Brazilian cut did plenty to enhance her already quite impressive butt. Now Melissa removed her robe, handing it to Beth; she was topless, a tiger emblem across the back of her scarlet panties while the mesh design of the front of those panties hinted at a trimmed yet dense black bush beneath them. ‘You don’t want to put your little titties up against me Lexi?’ she teased immediately.

‘Some things you have to earn Melissa’ Lexi replied evenly, showing no intent of reciprocating and fighting topless herself here. In some women that might have seemed a sign of weakness or uncertainty; oddly enough in Lexi here though it really didn’t come across that way. She had that air of understated confidence about her, as both women stared at the other across the ring. ‘Too bad’ Melissa smirked, sure she had the upper hand as Emma instructed ‘fight!’ and the match got underway, the two women circling closely enough that each was able to land with a few slaps to the body of the other in the first few seconds. Lexi stung Melissa with a hard slap to her ass now, the sound of which reverberated around the room as it landed. It seemed for her though that unfortunately, it had stung The Saigon Tiger into action, as with almost a war cry, she rushed Lexi back to the ropes, a grip of that ponytail just enough to ensure her compliance. As her back hit the ropes, a foot hit her belly and in once move, Melissa had done more than enough to suggest she knew her way around a ring as she monkey flipped Lexi to the centre of the ring. Lexi landed lightly enough and rolled away from the centre to avoid any potential follow up, but cockily Melissa was just celebrating her move, applauding herself before taunting ‘would you just like to give up now Lexi?’ to her friend.

‘Very impressive Melissa’ Lexi replied evenly. ‘But I think I’ll carry on thank you’ she continued, just adjusting her bra as she got to her feet and started to circle with Melissa again. Melissa just smirked; she may have been sporting a tiger on the back of her knickers, and it was evident that she fancied herself as something of a cat, toying with a quiet mouse in Lexi. Again slaps were exchanged by the two women though, Lexi not really flinching when Melissa tagged her hard enough in the ribs with one, and she fired back in reply, perhaps enjoying the little moan Melissa made when the slap landed to her body. Again though, it seemed to be the spark to push her in to action as for a second time, Melissa let out that war cry and rushed Lexi back to the ring ropes with a little bit of hair in play. This time she used a conventional Irish Whip to send Lexi off in to the ropes, before catching her with a simple body check as she rebounded. Set firm, Melissa’s 140lb frame was more than a match for the slighter built Lexi, and it sent her to the mat, flat on her back. Melissa followed up quickly this time too, delivering an elbow drop as she made sure that the point of her elbow landed in Lexi’s left breast. Again though, Melissa wanted to celebrate her success, getting up to applaud herself and taunt Lexi that it was ‘all too easy!’

‘Stay on her!’ Beth told her charge, already a little concerned that she was too determined to show off rather than stay on top of the action so far. ‘Don’t worry...I’ve got her’ Melissa replied as Sean told Lexi ‘just like we practised honey’ from his corner. Melissa turned into a hard slap to the belly from Lexi, and impact that really rang around the garage as it looked to have driven some of the air from the The Saigon Tiger. That wasn’t quite the case though, and as Lexi looked to rise, she did so into what would best have been described as a thigh strike to the breasts. I think Melissa was actually looking for a knee to the body, but second prize worked out well enough for her as she dropped Lexi to her back with the move. It popped both of Lexi’s breasts out of her bra too, and as she looked to cover herself once more, she shrieked as she felt Melissa grab her ponytail. It really did look in the early going here like we’d misjudged Lexi’s quiet nature; we’d though it was the assured nature of a woman who was confident in what she was going to do. Instead, it was the brash, jet-haired Vietnamese American who showed her confidence, forcing Lexi up to her feet and before she had chance to counter, lifted her into a body slam.

‘Looks like it might be a short fight’ Jemma remarked to me, as she watched Melissa bring Lexi into a seated position on the mats now. It did have that look I thought as the Vietnamese American swiftly manoeuvred her Irish American counterpart into what looked like a dragon sleeper. Head trapped beneath her left arm, forced back awkwardly against the post of Melissa’s knee, Lexi looked to be in dire straits only moments into the start of the match. Now Melissa looked to make it worse for her too, not removing her bra, but taking great delight in forcing it down to expose her pert B cup breasts, telling her ‘lets all have a good look at your little tits while you taste my Tiger Sleeper Lexi!’

The brown haired woman moaned a little as Melissa played her right hand across her breasts now, stopping to pinch both nipples as she did so. It was a playful nipple attack from the Saigon Tiger too, evidently wanting to get Lexi a little turned on. It was a tactic that both Beth and Jemma, looking on, certainly approved of I knew; Lexi seemed to be less enthralled by it, her feet drumming on the mat as Melissa made a show of licking her thumb and forefinger now, before using them to tweak and twist Lexi’s right nipple again. ‘OWWWW, please don’t Melissa!’ Lexi whined now, seeming to be in increasing trouble as she did so. ‘You call me The Saigon Tiger now!’ Melissa admonished her friend, seeming to be increasingly in control of things in this first fall now, having held Lexi in this sleeper hold or some time already. And that made me wonder, as Lexi’s feet still drummed the mat hard while the jet haired woman worked her nipples; why wasn’t Lexi fading as a result of the sleeper yet? Closer inspection would have shown that as impressive as the hold looked, it was only the nipple work that was of any trouble to Lexi. She wasn’t concerned by the ‘sleeper’ at all; in fact, her face wore an amused expression, hidden as it was from view by Melissa’s arm for a moment. Then she tired of allowing Melissa to work on her breasts unhindered, and in a demonstration of some wrestling skills, she reversed the hold into a hammerlock down on the mat, forcing Melissa, who shrieked at finding her arm forced up her back, flat out on her belly. Lexi only held that for a moment though before cracking a condescending smack off Melissa’s curvy butt, and got to her feet, inviting Melissa to do the same.

‘You got lucky!’ Melissa immediately complained. ‘Nobody escapes the Tiger Sleeper!’ she moaned.

‘Well I’m right here in front of you Tiger’ Lexi laughed, going on ‘and I’m not feeling too sleepy just yet kitty cat!’

Friends or not, Melissa was rankled by the taunt from Lexi that implied she wasn’t the great wrestler she thought she was. In her mind, she was The Saigon Tiger after all, a great lady wrestler and catfighter. Giving it no second thought whatsoever, she charged Lexi, determined to show her how good she was, and Lexi simply sidestepped her and tripped her to the mat chest first. Immediately Lexi made her pay for her impatience too, delivering a splash across Melissa’s lower back. Only 130lbs or not, it was a telling impact to wind the jet haired woman as Lexi smacked her butt once again down on the mat. Now it was Lexi who took her time, getting to her feet to sort out her bra and surprising everyone by not replacing it, but by throwing it to her husband Sean instead. This wasn’t a timid, quiet woman after all it seemed; she was quiet, sure, but with the steely confidence Emma first thought she’d picked up on the previous day. ‘Up you come Tiger’ she cooed as she got Melissa to her feet now, a look of bemusement on her face as she was walked back to the corner by her friend. There her arms were spread on to the top rope, allowing Lexi to lash a chop across them, stinging them as the sound rang around the garage.

‘OOOOWWWWW….LEXIII!’ Melissa shrieked, surprised to find her friend now on top in the match, and Lexi didn’t miss a beat as she planted her foot in the jet haired fighter’s belly now. ‘How did this one go?’ she asked, rhetorically, before sending Melissa up and over with a perfectly delivered monkey flip of her own. The Saigon Tiger evidently lacked the cat like skills that might have seen her land lightly, and she crashed to the mat at the centre of the ring as Lexi checked ‘was that right Melissa?’ as she strolled over to take control of Melissa by the hair, starting to unravel that messy bun just a little as she walked her on all fours towards the ropes. There, she just used her body to press the kneeling jet-haired fighter into the ropes a little for a moment, allowing the abrasive ring ropes to rub across her breasts before breaking off by cracking another smack across Melissa’s butt. Once again, The Saigon Tiger was stung by that blow, and she pitched forward, leaning into the ropes for a moment before righting herself and turning to find Lexi coming back in to continue her attack. On instinct, Melissa threw the first punch of the fight to the belly, ineffectively as Lexi simply remarked ‘really Melissa? Punching?’ shrugging it off before slapping her face to send her to the mat on her side.

Lexi quickly followed up now, content to go back to wrestling as she forced Melissa up and into a side headlock, working her arms in tight around her head as she did so. ‘Come on Melissa, get out of there!’ Beth encouraged from the corner, surprised now to see her charge on the receiving end so suddenly here. Spurred on perhaps by Beth’s encouragement, Melissa got Lexi backed up to the ropes and delivered a forearm to her side. Hoping that had weakened Lexi’s grasp a little, she tried to fire her off to the ropes; a move that failed spectacularly as Lexi simply retained the side headlock and dropped to her knees, dragging Melissa down with her. Within seconds, Lexi had Melissa laid out flat beneath her in that side headlock, just pushing her face partly into the side of her pert breasts as she worked the hold and made Melissa moan a little in pain. ‘Come on Tiger….where are your claws?’ Lexi teased now, evidently enjoying her increased dominance of the situation here. Beneath Lexi, Melissa struggled without really looking like dislodging her at all as Beth told her to ‘roll her!’ As she tried to get in position for that though, Lexi was already moving towards a different attack, forcing Melissa into a seated position as she moved behind her and took a loose full nelson on her. Quickly, she had her legs locked snugly around Melissa’s waist too, before switching her grip to hook under Melissa’s armpits.

Now The Saigon Tiger’s eyes went wide, knowing that Lexi had her set up for keister bounce. ‘No….no, no, no…...LEXXIII!’ she screamed as the smaller woman seamlessly rocked back, hoisted her, and then reversed the momentum to pound her ass in to the mats. ‘What’s the matter kitty cat?’ Lexi cooed softly in her ear now, ‘didn’t the tiger like that?’ she questioned, before repeating the move to give Melissa’s butt a second shuddering impact with the mats. ‘OOOWWW!’ Melissa groaned as he was freed from the hold from the hold for now, rolling to her side and reaching for the pain in her butt to massage it. ‘Why don’t you let me help with that?’ Lexi said to her now, starting to rub Melissa’s butt cheek gently, all the time just moving her scarlet panties out of the way so that when she raised her hand to send in a stinging slap to her ass, she had clean contact between palm and skin.

‘OOOOWWWWW! LEXXIII, YOU BITCH!’ Melissa protested loudly now, as she felt that pain adding to the two jarring keister bounces. Lexi was in no mood to let up though now, unravelling that messy bun further as she forced Melissa to her feet and into the corner of the ring. She was setting her up nicely for an Irish whip back into her own corner of the ring where Beth was say. Despite her apparently slighter stature, she delivered it with some authority too, seeing Melissa hit hard there before she followed in with an avalanche splash in the corner. 130lbs of Lexi met 140lbs of Melissa in that collision, and there was only one winner as Melissa was smushed against the turnbuckles. I think that she may have slid down them to sit on the mat had Lexi not kept her pressed there against them, her body tightly against her, hand in that jet black hair pulling her head to the side a little. That opened Melissa’s neck up for a long slow kiss that started with Lexi’s lips brushing lightly across the collar bone and up her neck before she found the hungrily waiting lips of The Saigon Tiger.

For a moment, the two locked lips, Lexi feeling Melissa’s nipples stiffen against her body, her faint whimpers and moans suppressed by her lips. ‘That’s a nice kitty cat, you purr for Lexi now…’ she teased, before abruptly ending Melissa’s fun with a knee lift up into her waiting pussy. The Vietnamese American had barely finished her loud complaints at that move before she was flat on her back on the mat having been rolled over Lexi’s hip. She clutched for her womanhood now following that knee lift and Lexi took just a moment to measure her next attack before delivering a leg drop right across the heaving breasts of The Saigon Tiger who groaned as she felt the impact. Lexi had stepped it up a gear or two as the fall continued now and she snatched Melissa’s arms and trapped them beneath her arms as she took up a reverse schoolgirl pin for the moment. She wasn’t on Melissa’s face, just yet at least, wanting a moment to tease her friend as she plucked and tweaked her nipples playfully. ‘Ooohhh!’ Melissa groaned, a mixture of frustration and pleasure in her voice at Lexi’s work now, her nipples increasingly stiff with arousal.

‘Mmmmm...kitty cat likes this doesn’t she? Purr for Lexi, kitty!’ the brown haired fighter said as she started to twist both nipples hard for a second, enjoying the way that Melissa’s feet beat at the mats as she shrieked in pain. Then the protest was cut off swiftly as Lexi simply backed it up and sat her butt squarely on Melissa’s face in a reverse face sit. Her hands rested lightly on Melissa’s breasts for a moment, that effect alone enough to keep The Saigon Tiger aroused it appeared. She was also quickly struggling in the reverse face sit it seemed, evidently not having encountered that kind of smothering move before now. Lexi recognised that too and moved on quickly to the next part of her planned attack, wanting to get her fingers inside Melissa and finger fuck her to what would have been a devastating orgasm. Perhaps Lexi’s relative inexperience showed for the first time in a while here; had she eased the face sit she may well have got to complete her plan, but instead, as her fingers slip inside her opponent’s scarlet panties, the jet haired woman was frantically tapping at the mat to submit to the face sit.

‘Too bad…...I had something nice planned for you then Mel’ she remarked as Emma made her break the hold. She took the time to just kiss Melissa lightly on the lips too, a sensual, loving lip lock, before she returned to her corner, allowing Emma to help Melissa up and to her corner. While Sean congratulated Lexi, Beth looked like she faced the tougher test in rebuilding the shattered confidence of Melissa in two minutes. She was a good corner girl of course, so she gave it her best shot, telling Melissa ‘you were doing so well at the start, but you wasted too much time. Start fast here, get on top of her like you did last time and stay on her this time!’

Her charge just stared blankly across the ring though for now, a little taken aback by the events of the first round it seemed. Unabashed, Beth tried again, telling Melissa ‘work to her body, I could tell she didn’t like that body punch…..pull her hair too Melissa, get that pony tail all messed up!’ but it seemed she may as well have been talking to herself as Melissa still continued to look a little shell-shocked.

Jemma smiled to me as she said ‘look at how hard Beth is trying to Melissa back together there; isn’t she great!’

‘She sure is Jem’ I had to agree. ‘I think she has her work cut out for her here though’ I pointed out.

‘Oh, no doubt about it’ Jemma laughed. ‘Beth can only do so much from the corner, and I think we can all see that there’s only one big cat on the prowl here today…..and it’s not The Saigon Tiger, is it?’

It was hard to argue with that logic as Emma told the two women that it was time to start the second fall, checking with Melissa in particular that she wanted to go on. The Vietnamese American nodded her head yes, perhaps a little absent mindedly, but it was enough for the second fall to commence. Now the tables were clearly turned from the beginning; it was Lexi who looked the confident fighter, at home in the ring, while Melissa looked timid and nervous. The difference was that now, we knew that Lexi didn’t simply look confident, she was confident, while it looked like perhaps Melissa had been exposed a little in that first fall. The two circled, Lexi landing a lazily flicked out slap to Melissa’s breasts, just brushing her fingers across the nipples. The Saigon Tiger reacted to that fleeting touch a little like an electric current had been passed through her as it jerked her upright. She was also shocked back into action a little by it too, and she started to fire back in a spirited exchange of slapping to the body by both ladies. It seemed Melissa had remembered Beth’s advice to make Lexi defend against some body punches, landing with one that at least made Lexi register that the blow had landed.

‘Really Mel? Really?’ she tutted, ‘you’re back to punching again?’ she challenged as she circled with the jet haired fighter. ‘I thought you were a great wrestler? Wrestlers don’t punch!’ she admonished, slapping to the breasts once more.

‘What? You don’t like it? Melissa shot back in reply. ‘Too bad Lexi, it’s allowed!’ she continued, indicating that she wasn’t going to stop looking for the body punches. Maybe Beth had been on to something with that after all then, I thought, as the action continued. In truth though, while that may have been the case, all Melissa had achieved was telegraphing her intentions to a clever fighter. When she looked to the body again with a right hand, Lexi was waiting on her, blocking the punch and trapping Melissa’s arm up her back in a neatly applied hammerlock. Although she didn’t apply the hold deeply, in behind Melissa, Lexi had control again, snaking an arm loosely around her neck and closing her fingers around the right breast of the Saigon Tiger. At the same time she started just to nuzzle at the neck of Melissa, perhaps indicating, as her teeth just lightly grazed at the skin there, that her intentions were a little more sensual in nature in the second fall. That looked the case for a brief moment anyway before she used the arm lock to push Melissa away from her, then pull her straight back in to a short clothesline that dropped the shaken Vietnamese American to the mat at Lexi’s feet.

Lexi was into her hair quickly now, not forcing Melissa to her feet, but instead forcing her face into her butt cheek, inviting her ‘kiss it!’ Melissa tried to turn her face away to avoid it, but Lexi was in control now, forcing her head to turn slowly but surely until her lips were pressed against her butt. ‘Good kitty’ Lexi teased her now, before she lifted and stomped her foot to the mat to allow the shock-wave to run up her toned leg and into the jet haired fighter’s face to stun her. Melissa wore a slightly forlorn, dazed, look for a moment while Lexi continued her attack, completely unravelling that messy bun finally so that she could grip Melissa’s loose hair more easily as she helped her to her feet by it. No sooner had Melissa found her feet than she was lifted off them, one hand slipped between her thighs to pick her up as if to slam her. Lexi walked a couple of steps out to the centre of the ring first though, before delivering an across the knee backbreaker to punish the jet haired woman some more.

That punishment intensified too as Lexi held her there, stretched across her leg in the hold. One hand pushed down on Melissa’s inner thigh, the other closed over her right breast, nipple carefully taken between thumb and forefinger, as Lexi was able to stretch her friend out across her outstretched leg. ‘OOOWWW….OHHHHHH LEXXIII!’ Melissa complained loudly now, evidently once again not enjoying the brand of punishment she was having to endure here at all. ‘Don’t give up yet Tiger’ Lexi teased her now, ‘I’m having too much fun!’ she smiled as Melissa continued to groan in pain across her leg. Now Lexi elected to forego the hand pushing down on the thigh of Melissa so that she could close both of her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers and squeezing them quite sensually, clearly looking to get The Saigon Tiger turned on. It was probably working too as Melissa moaned loudly and started to squirm under Lexi’s touch now. Abruptly again though, Lexi switched up and pushed Melissa off her leg to the mats, bringing pain from the heavy landing where moments earlier she had been bringing pleasure.

‘Up you get kitty cat’ she told Melissa now, going to her jet black hair and taking a handful as she led Melissa back towards the corner where Sean was sat this time. She introduced her to the turnbuckle face first now, and as she slumped there, chest against the buckles for a moment, Lexi pulled her scarlet panties into a wedgie, making it look like her curvy butt was making an attempt to devour the tiger emblazoned across the back of her panties. Of course, that left a large area of uncovered skin for Lexi to target now as she cracked another hard smack across her butt. For a seemingly slight woman, she delivered her smacks and slaps with a fierce authority, sending the sound around the room as it sent a painful shudder through Melissa’s body. We were witnessing an increasingly one sided contest it seemed, with Melissa unable to get anything going while Lexi kept her off balance with a range of attacks. As Melissa moaned once again, she found her hair grabbed to turn her around before Lexi threw her from the corner with a hair mare throw. Melissa landed flat out on the mat, but tried to struggle to a seated position only for Lexi to get her thighs around her head, secure the grip with a loose handful of hair, and fall to her back, The Saigon Tiger grabbed for Lexi’s legs now as she felt the strength in her thighs brought to bear as Lexi released the hair now, content that she had control with the scissor hold. Instead, she pushed her hands to the mat, using that to raise her hips up to really ramp up the punishment on Melissa who groaned loudly in pain. Emma stepped into check on her now, asking ‘do you want to submit Melissa?’

Immediately, Melissa found that she was free of the scissor hold as Lexi didn’t want her to submit so easily. She patted Melissa’s face lightly for a moment with her left hand, while stroking her jet back hair, telling Emma ‘I think she’s still OK at the moment’ before she grabbed her hair again and assisted The Saigon Tiger back to her feet. Again, borne out of desperation, Melissa went with a punch to the belly as she was forced upright. ‘Melissa! Enough with the punching!’ Lexi admonished, finally balling up her fist to deliver one of her own, far more effectively into the pit of the Vietnamese American’s stomach. Melissa was dropped to her knees, a look of complete shock on her face at the devastating shot from Lexi who just shrugged. ‘I tried to warn you Mel….I didn’t want to hit you, but if you’re going to punch, at least make sure you know how kitty cat!’ she told her friend who was still gasping for air down on her knees. ‘You know, I was going to play so nice with you too Mel…’ she smiled, getting behind her and forcing her into a seated position now with a little use of the hair.

Melissa wore the bemused look of a girl in well over her head right now, totally unsure what was coming her way next. The answer to that was a controlling hold at first, Lexi dropping down to sit behind her, and wrapping her legs loosely around Melissa’s waist very lightly. A handful of hair helped her ease Melissa’s head back gently so that she might drape an arm loosely around her neck too, resting the tips of her fingers on to the top of her heaving left breast. There was a light nibble of The Saigon Tiger’s earlobe now, the feeling of Lexi’s warm breath on her skin, both combining to send a shudder of anticipation through her body now. Slowly, Lexi’s feet started to unlock from around the waist of the jet haired woman, Lexi’s black booted feet pushing into the inside of Melissa’s thighs instead, starting to spread her legs slowly. Lexi was more than happy to take her time over that, while she kissed and licked Melissa’s neck, holding her long hair just out of the way. ‘Mmmmmmm’ Melissa moaned now, trying to turn her head to meet Lexi’s lips while in turn Lexi controlled her, spreading her legs ever wider. In turn, Melissa’s fingers were starting to caress the thighs that were part of her predicament here, no longer looking all that intent on escape it seemed. Lexi smiled, knowing right now that she had Melissa right where she wanted her, her right hand starting to explore the body of the jet haired woman with increasing interest and urgency.

‘Mmmmmmm…..ooohhhhh Lexxiii’ Melissa groaned now, taken along in the moment by Lexi who cooed in her ear ‘that’s right Mel, you’re going to cum now aren’t you…..cum and then I’ll tame the tiger and make you submit!’ Her hand was on Melissa’s belly now, stopping there to play with her belly button for a moment, eliciting a squeak from Melissa’s lips as a shudder ran through her body. Now Lexi’s lips were pressed to Melissa’s ear so that she could whisper ‘kitty cat likes a belly rub huh? Good kitty….’ her hand already moving slowly towards it’s final target in Melissa’s scarlet knickers. ‘OOHHH’ The Saigon Tiger fairly purred now as Lexi’s fingers played around the waistband of her knickers for a moment, running through the thick bush then, stopping to give it a little tug. As Melissa whined about that, Lexi told her that she was ‘just making sure you remember who the boss is’ before her fingers found their way through the thick bush and into the pussy of the jet haired fighter. Immediately, Melissa’s entire body shuddered as she felt Lexi flicking at her clit sensually, before she started to slowly finger fuck the entirely submissive Tiger now. ‘OOOOHHHHH…..OOHHH…..MMMMMM’ she moaned, already feeling the waves of pleasure building inside her. Lexi wanted to take her time a little now though, content to control and work Melissa slowly to orgasm, so she pulled her hair hard for a moment, hoping the pain would slow the tides of passion running within her friend.

‘AIIIEEEE…..OOOOHHHHH!’ Melissa shrieked now though as evidently the pain from the hair pull achieved the opposite effect for now, and pushed her closer to orgasm! ‘You are a kinky little kitty aren’t you?’ Lexi teased now, just gently slapping the side of Melissa’s face before closing that hand over her right breast, the nipple neatly taken between the thumb and forefinger as she did so. All the time her fingers were working slowly inside Melissa who grew increasingly flushed as she felt the pleasure building inexorably inside her. She could take little more, trapped and dominated by her close friend, she was turned on more than she could have imagined. As Lexi started to roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger, flicked her fingers across her clit once more, and nibbled on her earlobe, Melissa screamed out ‘OOHHH FUCK….YES…..YES…..FUCK…...AIIIEEEE!’ as she came at the behest of Lexi.

Now the Irish American woman kissed Melissa fleetingly, just enough to leave her searching for more, and then she told her ‘I’m going to show you how to actually do a sleeper hold now Mel.’ Quickly, she had her trapped, still in that seated position, legs spread wide, as she got an arm around her throat, locked it through her other arm and just put the slightest bit of pressure on. ‘OWWWW!’ Melissa whined loudly as Lexi told her ‘you see how it actually feels if you do it right now Mel? Remember to submit when you’ve had enough, I don’t want to hurt you sweetie.’ Then she tightened the hold again, a little bit more as Melissa’s eyes went wide in fear of the hold. She’d never been trapped like this before and Lexi tightened the hold a fraction more now, still short of a fully applied hold, and Melissa rasped out a submission. ‘You win…..Lexi, you win….please’ she whined as Lexi released her hold, gave her a peck on the cheek, one more cheeky squeeze of her breast, and went to celebrate her success with Sean in the corner. Meanwhile, Beth entered the ring, and along with Emma helped the soundly beaten Saigon Tiger out of the ring and back upstairs to lick her wounds.

When everyone met again back in the lounge afterwards, it was cordial enough between Lexi and Melissa, although the latter was somewhat shorn of her earlier confidence.

‘Tell us ladies’ Emma said ‘that wasn’t the first time in a match for either of you was it? Especially you Lexi, you have a style that makes me think you’ve fought before?’ she suggested.

‘It’s true’ Lexi admitted, ‘I’ve done two matches with a woman called Jeannie that I know, and I won them both’ she said. ‘And that was your second match wasn’t it Mel?’

The slightly sullen looking Vietnamese American admitted it was, and then pointed out ‘first time I didn’t face a cheater like you Lexi!’

‘That wasn’t cheating Mel. Don’t be a sore loser’ Lexi smiled at her friend.

‘You know’ Beth cut in, ‘if either of you wanted more matches, we know plenty of girls that like to fight and might make good opponents for you’

‘I’d like that’ Lexi agreed, looking at Sean as she checked on their plans. ‘We’re back home next week, but we tend to get over here at least once a year. So we could let you know when we’ll be here. And you could always come over to Boston and fight at our house as well’ she offered.

‘Oh cool’ Jemma beamed, ‘we’d love to do that someday!’

‘You come to New York!’ Melissa challenged Beth now, ‘and I’ll fight you for being a bad coach to me tonight!’

‘Sure, whatever sugar tits’ Beth shot back, Melissa’s face flushing almost like she’d been slapped at that insult from the younger blonde who showed no fear of her challenger at all.

So it seemed to be settled; we’d likely see Lexi in action when she and Sean were in the U.K. and Beth seemed to have found herself a match for the future too. All things for another day of course, as Lexi, Sean and Melissa left to finish off their vacation, but something to look forward to. Perhaps then it was Jemma who summed up everyone’s feelings so well after they had left.

‘I like them’ she said, ‘they’re fun!’