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A Local Challenge
By Wolfboy

Jemma gets a challenge from a new fighter in her home town

‘I don’t like it Jem’ Beth said when Jemma mentioned that she’d been contacted directly with a challenge to fight by another young woman from the same town. ‘We don’t know anything about her’ she pointed out to her girlfriend, ‘she’s not fought any of the girls we know at all.’

‘I know, and isn’t it exciting!’ Jemma beamed, still flush with success from having beaten Bindi in her own bedroom only a couple of weeks earlier. ‘I want to fight her babe, but only if it’s a rules fight. I’m not going to street fight her. At least let’s find out more’ she suggested.

Having found out that the challenger, Rochelle, was a year older, a decent match in size for Jemma and was happy to talk rules. Beth was a little happier with the idea at least. There was still the unknown of course of an opponent that they knew next to nothing about, but Jemma was excited enough at that prospect to make Beth realise the fight was going to happen. So Beth and Jemma agreed to meet Rochelle and her boyfriend to talk over rules for a potential match between the two.

‘So what are you suggesting?’ Jemma asked, keen to get straight to the point with Rochelle who she was quite obviously keen to fight.

‘It’s probably best described as a one submission bitch fight I guess’ the black girl smiled. ‘We fight without time limit until one of us submits. There shouldn’t be any joint locks or fancy wrestling. Lots of hair pulling, slapping, punching, tits and pussy mauling, choking, scratching, kicking. A fight, but one with some restrictions. Only slapping to the face, no biting, no attacking the eyes’ Rochelle said to Jemma, watching her closely to gauge her response to it.

‘It sounds good to me’ Jemma said evenly in reply, adding ‘I’ll allow punches to the face while we’re standing if you’re up for it’ as she looked at Rochelle, now gauging her response in return. They may not have verbally agreed it yet, but it was clear that these two women were going to fight from their body language alone.

‘I can do that’ Rochelle agreed readily.

‘So’ Beth chipped in, ‘where, when and wearing what?’

‘Well I like to fight nude’ Rochelle said, again watching Jemma closely to see what her response to that might be as she continued ‘but I really like the idea of facing off in dresses and high heels and stripping down first. I have a room set up for it too, no mats, just a thick carpet and four bare walls’ she said, seeing Jemma’s eyes reflecting her excitement at the prospect. ‘And I’d really like to fight you soon. Tomorrow maybe? Does that suit you?’ she asked.

‘Tomorrow will be just fine, and I like all of your stipulations Rochelle’ Jemma told her. ‘I won’t lie, I’m excited by it. I’m looking forward to it; look I can be there with Beth any time after 10 tomorrow morning’ she said.

‘Great, and yeah, I’m looking forward to fighting you too Jemma. Come as soon as you’re ready tomorrow. We’ll be in all day so there’s no sense in us waiting to get into each other’s hair is there?’ she smiled.

‘Absolutely right’ Jemma smiled in return.

The two couples parted after Jemma had got Rochelle’s address on the other side of town, giving Beth and Jemma less that 24 hours to strategise. Not that there was really much to strategise in truth; they knew nothing of Rochelle as a fighter other than she seemed to be confident, Beyond that, Beth could only suggest ‘I think you have to start fast and take your chances Jem. We have to assume she’s going to come straight for you given the rules and type of match she wants. Prepare for a hard fight not a long one I guess. And babe…’ she added, ‘do it to her before she gets chance to do it to you!’

‘Oh I intend to’ Jemma smiled as she contemplated the fight to come tomorrow morning.

The following morning, Jemma and Beth made the short trip across town to Rochelle’s house, and arriving, they were let in by a friend of Rochelle’s, Emilie. ‘Rochelle asked me to be in her corner rather than Matt, she thought you’d both be more comfortable with it being all girls together’ the pretty blonde explained. She quickly added ‘and I like to watch a proper bitchy fight too, so of course I agreed!’ laughing as she led the way into the house.

‘Sounds good to me’ Jemma agreed, while Beth asked ‘do you fight yourself Emilie?’

‘Me? No!’ the blonde smiled now. ‘I’m far too much of a pussy to do what Rochelle does! I just like to watch a good fight’ she admitted.

‘Well, I think we all enjoy that’ Beth agreed, ‘so I’m sure that Jemma and Rochelle will give us what we want on that front!’

There was a palpable excitement as Emilie led the two through the house, giving an almost estate agent like tour of the property as she did so. ‘Rochelle is waiting upstairs’ she had explained, ‘so you might as well have a quick look round first so you know where everything is.’ she smiled. ‘I can see that you’re already dressed for the whole thing anyway, so there’s no need to show you the guest changing room’ she remarked to Jemma whose high heels clicked across the polished wooden floor as they headed for the stairs.

‘Oh, there’s definitely no need’ Jemma agreed, smiling as she spotted Emilie flush slightly when she added ‘I’ve got everything on under this dress that I need for today’s stipulations!’

Finally the two were led into the room set up for the fight, finding Rochelle standing there already, waiting for Jemma. The black girl had described the room perfectly to them, four bare walls, a reasonably thick pile red carper, and nothing else. Even the door had been removed to ensure nothing got in the way of the action. ‘Glad you came’ she said to Jemma as she offered a handshake, telling her ‘I’ve been looking forward to this.’

‘So have I’ Jemma agreed, taking the offered handshake. ‘Fighting you is going to be a lot of fun’ she said to Rochelle. ‘Most of my fights are more wrestling based catfights, so I think you’re a little different to that’ she suggested.

‘I’ve done that style as well’ Rochelle admitted, ‘and I enjoy it enough, but this is what I really enjoy the most’ she admitted. ‘Well, look at us being all civil towards each other…’ she laughed. ‘Shall we start being bitches instead?’ she asked Jemma who nodded in reply.

‘OK...well, first of all, if you agree, I’d like to film this for Matt as he won’t get to see it first hand?’ she asked Jemma who replied ‘that’s fine by me, can we get a copy too though?’

Rochelle agreed to that straight away as Emilie went to switch on the video cameras, mounted high in opposite corners of the room. ‘You should know that the house next door is empty just now, and this house Is fairly well sound proofed, so you can make as much noise as you like. And then, I suggest we stand face to face in the middle of the room, tell each other our stats, then strip off? When the last piece of clothing hits the ground outside the room, then we begin?’ she asked.

‘Works for me’ Jemma said, standing there in her black high heels and short strappy bodycon dress, cut low to show her impressive cleavage off. She had her fabulous red hair loose and straight down to the middle of her back. Hair she now lifted to one side so that she might unfasten her simple gold necklace as she started to introduce herself. ‘I’m Jemma Baines. I’m 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 148lbs, I measure 36D-23-26 and I have 6 wins and 1 defeat in catfights’ she said, never really taking her eyes off Rochelle.

In return, Rochelle’s eyes never left Jemma’s either as she also removed a necklace and some earrings, listening to her opponent introduce herself. She wore a bright blue dress, with a strappy bodice and a skater style skirt that showed off some strong legs, enhanced currently by matching blue heels. Now she too introduced herself. ‘I’m Rochelle Martins, I’m 20 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 150lbs and I measure 36DD-25-39, and I have 4 wins and 1 defeat in catfights’ she told Jemma and the cameras.

Now Jemma kicked off her heels, throwing them through the door of the room while Rochelle took her dress off first, enjoying the momentary height advantage her four inch heels afforded her as she stood proudly naked in front of Jemma. The roles were reversed now, Jemma slowly stripping out of her dress to reveal a thin landing strip of flame red hair between her legs in contrast to Rochelle’s smoothly waxed pussy. Jemma threw her dress from the room now as Rochelle kicked one shoe out of the room through the doorway. Holding the other, she reminded Jemma now ‘when you hear this hit the ground, we fight’ before she threw the shoe in a looping arc towards the door. In some ways, those fleeting moments as the shoe looped through the air represented the calm before the storm of ferocious cattiness that was sure to follow it. Neither watched the shoe, their eyes only for each other as they stood almost breast to breast, listening intently as they gave their audience of two an idea of just how evenly they looked to be matched. Then there was the dull thud of a show landing, and on that sign, the fight kicked off at some pace. As Jemma led off with a pretty solid knee to Rochelle’s body, the caramel skinned fighter groaned but took a double handful of Jemma’s red hair and pulled Jemma forward and down with the savage intensity of her hair pull. Jemma tumbled to her knees and Rochelle pulled hard again, keeping her off balance while she landed with a kick to Jemma’s body. ‘Nnnghhh!’ Jemma groaned as she felt that one land and she was in early trouble from this fierce hair pull, which Rochelle worked hard again now, almost forcing Jemma to over balance to her side. Instead, Jemma locked her arms around Rochelle’s thighs for a moment, at least preventing another kick from landing as she cried out in pain from the hair pull.

‘Come on bitch! Fight!’ Rochelle chided as she continued with the double handed hair pull for a moment, before she groaned in surprise as Jemma released her grip of her thighs and caught her with a hard punch to the belly from her knees. That got Rochelle out of her hair for a moment before Jemma followed up with a second hard punch, forcing a degree of separation. She was back on her feet quickly, but again Rochelle got the hair first, using that to control Jemma as she kicked her in the thigh and swung her towards the wall. Now Jemma replied with a double handed hair grab of her own, her hands sinking deep into Rochelle’s thick black hair as she got a defensive knee strike into the black girl’s body. That was reasonably effective but Rochelle fired back immediately with a kick of her own to the thigh, and tried again to pull Jemma forward. A bit less effective this time as Jemma was perhaps ready for it, but she was still bent forward a little as she took an uppercut between the breasts before Rochelle returned to the control of the double handed hair pull. Jemma groaned from the pain in her scalp, but pulled two handfuls of Rochelle’s hair in opposite directions, making her opponent cry out just the same as she showed she knew very well how to pull hair too. Then Jemma went with the knee again, this time landing well to the crotch to take a degree of the fight out of Rochelle for a moment as she leaned back against the wall. Jemma tried now to use her double handful of hair to direct Rochelle’s face into her breasts to smother her, only to cry out in pain as Rochelle stamped on her foot. With Jemma distracted, Rochelle used the hair again to swing her against the wall, and the first minute of hard action finished with Jemma taking a slap to the thigh and a right hand to the ribs before Rochelle re-established the hair pull. Jemma was still in the hair too, making sure her nails dragged on the black girls scalp as she forced her head back, drawing a moan of pain before she got a knee into her body again. Rochelle replied in kind, trying to twist Jemma’s head to the side by the hair while she also delivered a knee to the body, and the action settled into some hard attritional fighting there against the wall.

The slaps started to rain in from both ladies now, hard, heavy handed blows landing undefended by each as neither looked to defend, preferring to keep one hand in the hair. Rochelle targetted the body first, slapping Jemma’s belly, her thigh and then to the breasts where she looked to latch on to a breast maul. In response, Jemma had already crashed a couple of hard slaps into the ribs before she rocked Rochelle with a hard one to the face. If that bothered the black girl, she didn’t show it, instead showing her fighting spirit as she cracked one into Jemma’s face in return. Then both went back to the double handed hair pull for the moment, each looking to try and get the other girl’s back to the wall as they moaned in pain from the other’s attentions. Jemma used the knee well again, getting one deep into Rochelle’s belly, looking to slow her up some more. Rochelle groaned ‘mmmmffff!’, drained of just that little bit of air for a moment, but she kept fighting, looking to turn Jemma’s head with the hair pull again while she kicked her to the thigh. Another flurry of slaps landed from Jemma now, targetting Rochelle’s face this time as her palm cracked off her cheek four times. She latched on to a breast maul as she finished that salvo, one hand still controlling Rochelle’s head by the hair. Then Rochelle struck hard with a knee of her own, landing perfectly as she targetted Jemma’s crotch with it. It was more than enough to put Jemma on the defensive for a moment, finally turned with her back to the wall as a slap cracked across her mouth. It would have snapped her head to the side too if Rochelle hadn’t held that firm with her fingers wrapped in her red hair before going for an attempted pussy maul.

‘Oh shit…..oowwww!’ Jemma cried out as she felt the black girl’s fingers starting to punish her in the maul.

‘Give up then bitch!’ Rochelle suggested, knowing that Jemma wouldn’t even before the redhead punched her in the left breast. Then Jemma grabbed on to maul that breast just as Rochelle continued to do the same to her pussy there against the wall. Both women were moaning loudly from the pain the other was dishing out already, Jemma’s body in particular showing the red marks of impacts from Rochelle’s hands, knees and feet. Hair was dishevelled too as the fierce hair puling continued, Jemma preferring to force Rochelle’s head back while Rochelle preferred to twist Jemma’s to the side. Beth and Emilie watched on silently, perhaps a little taken aback at the fierce action unfolding in front of them. Jemma closed her eyes in pain for a moment as she moaned ‘Ooowwww…..fucking bitch!’ when Rochelle’s pussy mauling really found the mark. Then she punched hard, first to the belly, then the breast, before she clipped Rochelle’s jaw with a right hand that sent the black girl staggering back, her combined attacks broken for the moment.

Perhaps the first punch to the face of the fight was going to prove decisive, especially as Jemma followed up with a nasty nail rake to the underside of the black girl’s left breast, drawing a cry of protest. She followed up again too with a punishing front kick to the belly, pushing Rochelle back to the wall in the corner, straight beneath one of the two cameras. Jemma closed in, forcing her arm across Rochelle’s throat as she leaned into her, looking to choke the black girl, only to pay for leaving her body undefended almost immediately as Rochelle punished her with a right hand to the ribs. Jemma moaned but undeterred, leaned into the forearm choke once more, enjoying the look on Rochelle’s face as she grabbed the hair again now, trying to force her head back to make the choke that bit more effective. Rochelle moaned loudly again, obviously in some trouble, but like a boxer trapped in a clinch against the ropes, she clubbed to the body again, two right hands landing before she tried to force Jemma’s head down into her own big breasts to see if she could smother her. Jemma was strong enough to resist that for now, but with Rochelle’s hand wrapped in her hair, she elected to forego the choke and slap her squarely in the face instead. That stung Rochelle, but not into inaction, as she clipped Jemma’s jaw with a short punch and tried to force her back to the wall instead with that firm grip of her hair. Jemma didn’t really resist that, instead electing to slap and punch Rochelle’s breasts like they were her own personal speed bags, putting the hurt on her even as she allowed herself to be turned with her back to the wall.

Jemma may have been intending to fight off the wall as soon as she felt her back touch it, but that discounted the strength of Rochelle who retook the double handed hair pull and leaned into Jemma as she kept her pinned in against the wall for now. Her body ground into Jemma’s too, denying her space to launch any telling counter attacks in reply as both girls tried to step on the other’s toes, kick to the legs, deliver knees to the thighs; anything they felt might turn the tide decisively in their favour. Both were breathing hard too, clearly feeling the pace as neither had taken a backwards step so far in the four minutes that had passed. Beth had suggested the fight would be quick and hard, and that looked to be the case here as the stalemate continued against the wall. Jemma broke from her double handful of hair to clamp her hand across Rochelle’s nose and mouth for a moment, perhaps hoping the hand smother could drain her, only to take a hard knee to the thigh in reply. She dropped her hand quickly trying to catch Rochelle’s leg but failed and the action continued with Rochelle also releasing one hand from Jemma’s hair to latch on to her right breast. Pulling the nipple hard, she made Jemma cry out in pain as she told her ‘that’s right, you get ready to scream when I hurt you bitch!’

Jemma needed no encouragement to scream, but the black girl wasn’t the only one with intent to hurt, and as Rochelle concentrated on her attacks, Jemma spotted her opening again, stamping on her foot before delivering a straight knee lift to the crotch. Now Rochelle was suddenly the one moaning loudly from that real game changer of a blow, and as she was rocked, Jemma put her down on the carpet with a straight punch to the mouth. Now the roles were reversed from the fights opening, with Jemma in Rochelle’s hair with the black girl sitting on the carpet, and Jemma showed no mercy, delivering a hard kick to the belly, then a knee strike right between the breasts. That knocked Rochelle to her back, groaning in pain, and Jemma probably had the chance to follow up with her favoured face sit. But today, that felt like the wrong way to look for the win to her. This was more a fight than a match, so she simply knelt at Rochelle’s side, got one hand in her hair, and started to rain down heavy slaps on the black girl. Most crashed into the face or breasts, depending on where Rochelle tried to defend before Jemma pussy whipped her and took advantage of that surprise move to then rain a flurry on Rochelle’s face. Hard blows, painful, each bringing a moan from Rochelle’s lips, and as the fifth one landed, the black girl moaned ‘stop, please stop!’

Jemma did just that, keeping hold of the hair for just a moment as she checked ‘is that it? Did you give up?’

‘Yes, I give up, you win!’ Rochelle told her and just like that the animosity was gone between the two young fighters as Jemma helped pull Rochelle to a seated position. Now the two hugged each other for a moment as they gathered themselves together following the short but fierce fight.

A little while later, Jemma was fully dressed, back in the black dress and heels she’d arrived in, having done her best to tidy her hair from Rochelle’s hair pulling. ‘You’ve trashed this!’ she laughed, pointing at her head as Rochelle came down stairs to join everyone.

‘Yeah, sorry about that!’ Rochelle smiled, going on ‘though I think you got your own back’ as she pointed to her own hair.

‘I guess I did!’ Jemma agreed. ‘But look, I really did enjoy that style of fight with you Rochelle. We should do it again sometime.’

‘We definitely will’ Rochelle agreed. ‘Maybe not for a little while, but I’d never turn down a rematch with you Jemma. And I doubt Emilie would turn down the chance to watch either’ she added with a raised eyebrow.

‘Maybe Emilie would like to get on the mats too’ Beth added a little mischievously. ‘I’m not nasty like these two Emilie, I’d play nicely with you if you’d like to try….’

And so, there was the chance of another fight between Jemma and Rochelle, and maybe Beth would get to take Emilie, the timid blonde who liked to watch her friend fight, on to the mats and give her a little taster of catfighting too.