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Beth Makes Her Mark

By Wolfboy

Beth is back in action, still looking for her first win

‘I’ve got a new exchange student at the school’ Alana had told Emma one afternoon over the phone when they were chatting. ‘Seemed a bit of a timid type until a couple of the other girls started to pick on her a little, and I found her having a bit of an impromptu catfight with one of them. It turned out she’d had one wrestling match back in Japan before she came over here and she’d won that’ Alana explained. ‘When I got talking to her, it seems like these Japanese wrestling matches are as much catfight and sexfight as they are wrestling, and Oshi, the Japanese girl; she loves them! I seem to have got her much more engaged in things since then, and I said I’d try to find her a match-up, but haven’t been able to find anyone suitable just yet. Do you know anyone?’ she’d asked Emma.

‘Well, first of all, I can totally believe those matches follow those styles’ Emma smiled, telling Alana ‘I’ve fought a couple of Japanese women, and seen some more fight too. They can be pretty impressive. And yeah, maybe I do know someone who could be a good opponent for her’ she added. ‘Jemma’s girlfriend, Beth, has had three fights, but she’s lost them all. She wants to try again, but she’s just worried she’s not really any good at it. I wonder if they’d match up well?’ Emma suggested.

‘Well, Oshi is 18, she’s about 5’7 and 125lbs. Pretty busty for her size, not overly strong. Like I said, one win, but I’d definitely consider her to be a novice.’ Alana told Emma.

‘I think they fit quite well then’ Emma said. ‘Beth is a couple of years older, same height, a few pounds heavier. She’s fought 3 catfights yet, but lost them all. I think it might work out?’ she asked Alana.

‘Knew you’d know someone who could fit the bill!’ Alana told Emma. ‘They sound made for each other. Maybe they could fight here at the school after hours. I’ve got a ring set up for teaching the older girls “self defence” that they could use’ Alana suggested.

‘Perfect’ Emma agreed, ‘at least I think it is. I’ll put it to Beth and Jemma to see what they think’ she said.

Beth had thought it was a great idea, and Jemma was pleased that her girlfriend wanted to return to action, given the way her first few catfights had gone. A date was agreed for 7pm the following Friday evening, and Jemma and Beth got talking to Oshi and Alana about rules for the match. Alana offered to get a former student of hers to referee as well to ensure that there was an even call of the match. A best of three submissions match with punching to the body only allowed in the final round had been agreed upon. Five minute breaks would happen after each submission, and beyond that it would just be a wrestling style catfight to a finish. Jemma was anxious to get Beth prepared for the fight, running through lots of different training scenarios with her over the days before the bout would happen. She wanted to be as sure as she could be that the woman she loved would finally taste success in a rules catfight.

‘I don’t know if I can beat her or not!’ Beth had confided in Jemma a little self consciously the evening before the fight. The doubts of those first three rules fights, and defeat also in Bindi’s bedroom playing on her mind.

For once, switched in to the coach and mentor role, Jemma was ready for this, having anticipated it was more than likely that Beth might feel this way. ‘Babe, I believe in you. You’re smart, you’re strong, and you’re better at this than you’ll ever realise you are. You were brave enough to take on Bindi again even after she was such a bitch to you. But now, it’s time for you to do what my grandma told me before my first fight’ she smiled.

‘What’s that?’ Beth asked, eyebrows raised.

‘Before my first fight, she told me that I needed to be a bitch in there!’ Jemma laughed. ‘You’re so nice, you forget it’s a fight sometimes. You be a bitch to this Oshi girl tomorrow, and let’s see how she likes it!’ Jemma advised.

Beth had laughed at that, and maybe, just maybe, Jemma had finally found the key that would get her girl her first win. At least the nervousness seemed to be gone for now.

The following evening, the two girls had arrived at the school to be met by Pandora, the former pupil that Alana had asked to referee the match. ‘I actually refereed Alana fighting your mum once Jemma’ she said, ‘took part as a punisher along with your grandma in their last match too. That was pretty intense’ she told them.

‘I bet!’ Jemma agreed, noticing that Beth had gone a bit quiet again.

‘I want you both to know’ Pandora told both girls now, ‘I’ll call it dead straight. There’s not exactly many rules, so keep within them and I won’t get in the way.’ She showed them into one of the changing rooms off the sports hall where the ring was erected in the corner, telling them she’d call for them after 15 minutes or so, and to be ready to fight at that point.

‘Are you feeling OK’ Jemma had asked Beth as Pandora left the room. ‘You’re very quiet’ she pointed out.

‘Don’t worry Jem, I’m just fine, I’ve just been thinking about what you told me about needing to be a bitch. And I realise you’re totally right. I can be nice out of the ring, but when I go through those ropes tonight, I’m going to be a nasty little bitch!’ she smiled as she started to get ready for the match. Her preparations were interrupted a little by a long lingering kiss from Jemma, but she was ready by the time Pandora knocked on the door. By that stage too, Jemma could feel a change in Beth who seemed to be all business. She’d decided to wear a very simple black racer back swimsuit with a little white makers logo positioned over her right breast, her nails weren’t painted, she wore minimal make up, her hair was short, blonde and a little scruffy. And Jemma, following her to the ring was totally captivated by her girlfriend and the way she moved with a graceful ease to the ring. Oshi was also making her way to the ring at the same time, led by Alana who would be acting as her second here. Was that an advantage for the Japanese girl Jemma wondered, questioning her own ability a little. A good corner woman could certainly help a fighter she realised as she eyed Beth’s opponent up. The same height as Beth, she looked a little slighter in her build making Jemma suspect Beth may be the stronger of the two. Oshi’s mid length chestnut brown hair made an inviting target as would her breasts if Beth got her claws into them. And Jemma was certain that her girlfriend planned to do just that.

Oshi slipped into the ring now, facing Beth from the opposite corner, and the two waited for the action to start. Beth stood, hands on hips, starting at Oshi who looked like she might be a little unsettled by that as she shifted on her feet, which were covered in mid calf length white wrestling boots. Like Beth, she had chosen a one piece swimsuit for the fight, hers mostly red in colour, but with a band of flower print fabric across the front. Pandora now entered the ring and took control of things pretty quickly, standing there barefoot in a pair of black leggings and a t-shirt having ditched her trainers on the outside of the ring. ‘OK girls, this is best of 3 submissions catfighting with no time limit and 5 minute breaks between the rounds. You may only use body punching in the final round. If I see either of you punch before then, you’ll lose the fall. So in red, we have Oshi who is 18 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 125lbs, 38D-22-36 and has one win. Her opponent in black is Beth, who is 20 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 133lbs, 34C-25-34 and has three losses.’ For once, Jemma was pleased to see that Beth didn’t look uneasy at the mention of her record, such was her focus on the matter at hand.

Pandora brought the two girls together at centre ring now, and interestingly asked both if they had anything to say to the other. Oshi had nothing to offer, while Beth looked her squarely in the eye and told her ‘nice suit...I’m taking that home with me when I beat you!’ before turning back to her corner to await the instruction to fight from Pandora. As that came, she turned back and it was clear to see that her confidence had taken a bit of an impact on Oshi who circled uncertainly, taking a slap to the face as Beth started to take some control. Behind a flurry of slaps, Beth was quick to back Oshi up to the neutral corner where she grabbed her hair and threw her out to the centre of the ring. Oshi took that landing well enough, rolling to her feet only to get flattened by a running clothesline from Beth. Jemma smiled with delight then as Beth went to Oshi’s chestnut brown hair, pulling her to her feet and straight into a body slam there in the middle of the ring. This was the perfect fast start from the blonde, who had an inexperienced fighter rocked; as Oshi’s hips rose slightly from the impact of the slam, Beth dropped across her with a splash to flatten her and move into a cross pin on the winded Japanese girl.

It seemed that Beth was done with wrestling for now as she wrapped one hand in Oshi’s hair and following a heavy handed slap to her tightly toned belly, she got a crotch grab on her. It wasn’t a claw hold, more a probing attack at first to find out just how the Japanese would react to it. As Oshi moaned ‘ooohhhhh!’ as soon as she felt Beth’s hand pawing at her crotch, the answer to that seemed to be quite clear; Alana told her ‘fight it Oshi!’ though, and the Japanese girl went to Beth’s hair to give her something to think about. Beth slapped to the belly again, trying to deter Oshi, but the Japanese girl stayed in the hair, causing Beth to mutter ‘little bitch!’ as she felt her scalp tingle with pain. Beth shifted position slightly, moving higher up Oshi’s body for a moment so that she could apply a belly claw from that position, making her moan loudly in discomfort. It may have been early in the match, but Beth and Oshi had already engaged in a close quarters catty battle. One that currently favoured Beth on two counts; she and Jemma both suspected Oshi to be a good wrestler based on the other Japanese girls they’d seen. Keeping it catty was a good strategy, and right now, it was Beth’s fingers that were causing Oshi more pain with the claw hold.

Her shift of position had brought her into range for Oshi to slap her face, an ineffective enough blow, but it allowed her to grab Beth’s chin. In conjunction with her handful of hair, Oshi was able to start to crank Beth’s neck a little, and not wanting to risk that so early on in the match, Beth broke free with a slap to Oshi’s belly. The Japanese girl was quick to her feet, not wanting to risk getting trapped by Beth as she rose, and both circled. Beth took the chance to tease Oshi for a moment as she slapped her right breast and then told her ‘liked my hand in your pussy didn’t you, you little tart?’

‘No!’ Oshi snapped back, starting to flail at Beth with some slaps of her own, behind which she was able to swarm her back to the ropes. Now Oshi might have the chance to show some of her ring skills perhaps, slapping down on to Beth’s breasts herself before sending her across the ring with an Irish Whip to the opposite ropes. Beth rebounded into a shoulder tackle from Oshi; not enough to knock her down from the slight Japanese girl, but it kept Beth off balance to be shot into the ropes again. This time Oshi was off her feet to deliver a flying drop kick, but that caught nothing but fresh air as Beth wisely hooked her arms over the top ropes to stop her progress. Oshi landed hard on her back, Beth came in, grabbed her legs to spread them and delivered a barefooted stomp to her belly, and Oshi groaned in pain as Beth took over the match once again.

It was a rough handful of hair that forced Oshi to her feet and into the ropes for a knee to be buried in to her stomach. Beth didn’t use the ropes though, instead using a simple throw by the hair to send Oshi back to the mat in the centre of the ring. Once again Beth gave no respite to Oshi, sinking back into her hair roughly to get her too her feet before lifting her into an across the knee backbreaker. As she pushed Oshi to the mat, Beth wore the confident look of a woman in control of things, and her face was alive with excitement as she looked for her next move. In watching Debbie’s match with Daisy, Beth had realised the potential of the full Boston Crab as a submission hold, and now she tried it out for the first time in anger. Grabbing both ankles she quickly flipped an unsuspecting Oshi, who had been trying to defend another stomp, on to her belly. Then both legs were secured beneath Beth’s arms, and as the blonde sat back in to the hold, Oshi cried out in pain as she started to feel the torque on her back.

‘How do you like that!’ Beth exclaimed triumphantly as she heard Oshi moan ‘AAHHH! OOWWWW!’ in return. Already Oshi’s face was something of a mask of pain in the hold but she clawed, rather than tapped at the mat, showing no quit as Beth put the hurt on her. ‘Submit!’ Beth demanded, Oshi replied ‘no!’ and Beth just smiled, sitting a little deeper into the hold, causing Oshi to cry out loudly again as she continued to try and claw her way towards the ropes. Not that those ropes would bring her any respite, but it was possible that they might provide her and hand hold and leverage to escape the worst of the hold. Beth was in no mood to allow it though, breaking her hold for a moment to stop Oshi’s progress with an elbow drop across the lower back. She got back to her feet, dazed Oshi with a second elbow drop around the back of the head this time, and then dragged her right back to the side of the ring before reapplying the Boston Crab. This time there was no preamble from Beth, no slow increase of the pressure, she simply sat as deeply into the hold as she could, her butt practically seated on Oshi as she forced the Japanese girl to cry out ‘MY BACK! AIIIEEEE!!’

‘Submit then!’ Beth told her, not easing off at all.

‘No! No!’ Oshi gamely asserted, her voice betraying the pain she felt.

‘Don’t make me hurt you’ Beth stated flatly before ominously adding ‘I can do this all day bitch’ as she sat a little higher up Oshi’s back.

‘OOOOWWWWW!’ Oshi cried out again, feeling that increase in the torque of the move. ‘I…..I….’

‘Say it!’ Beth demanded now, enjoying her position of dominance here.

‘I SUBMIT!’ Oshi blurted out, the pain too much for her to resist as Beth dropped her legs back to the mat on submission, and she found herself in the rarefied atmosphere of leading a catfight for the first time. She headed back to the corner to a little peck on the cheek from Jemma while Oshi practically crawled her way back to Alana in her own corner. Now Jemma went into full corner girl mode as she had a five minute break to fill, and she realised that longer break didn’t favour Beth as much as it did Oshi right now.

‘Awesome job so far babe!’ she told Beth, getting her sat down in the corner as Alana got Oshi back to hers as well. ‘So her back is going to be hurting her now, but she’s got five minutes break, so lets still be careful in the second fall’ Jemma suggested. ‘She’s had nothing much to offer yet, but Alana wouldn’t put her out here if she didn’t think she could fight I’m sure’ she pointed out to her girlfriend.

‘I know’ Beth agreed, showing that she was pretty level headed despite being in the lead. ‘She’s not really got started yet. If she carries on like that, I’m going to demolish her’ she smiled.

‘I can’t wait to see it’ Jemma agreed, ‘but just watch her and think about what we know with most of the Japanese girls’ she said. ‘They always like to fight at a fast pace and use the ropes a lot from what we know. So if she starts to pick up the pace babe, slow her up. Use that hard slap to the belly, or just kick her….that’ll work!’ she smiled.

‘Makes sense’ Beth agreed, adding ‘I’m going after her pussy too. She liked that a bit too much in the first round.

The tactics were well established for round two then before Pandora called ‘fight!’ and the action got back underway, quite slowly at first with some circling and occasional slaps from range. There seemed to be a bit more purpose to Oshi’s footwork as they did so, and in those opening moments, she gave as good as she got. Then Beth rocked her with a hard slap to the face, and it looked like the blonde might take control of fall two just as she had in the opener. A series of slaps, mostly to the body, looked to have Oshi cowed back into her own corner, only for the Japanese girl to use those wrestling boots to her advantage, stomping Beth’s left foot. Fighting barefoot, Beth definitely felt that, and she backed off but was able to dodge an attempt to clothesline her by Oshi as she ducked under. Oshi turned quickly, her chestnut brown hair whirling after her as she did, and Beth tried to bury one of those bare feet in her stomach. Now the Japanese girl reacted quickly though, and caught that foot allowing her to deliver a hard forearm smash to the chest to send Beth back to the corner. Back against the turnbuckles, Beth groaned loudly as Oshi whipped a right handed slap into her stomach and then lashed a chop across her breasts to rock her further.

Beth was under pressure now for the first time in the fight, and Oshi was suddenly an energetic fighter as she looked to keep things that way. She stamped Beth’s other foot to keep shifting the blonde’s focus, before she grabbed both of the shoulder straps of Beth’s swimsuit. Using them almost like the lapels of a judo Gi now, Oshi threw Beth over her hip to the mat, releasing the suit as she went to make sure she landed hard. Oshi had no intention of letting Beth gain any respite down on the mat though, taking a rough handful of that short blonde hair to force her up. Beth tried a slap to the body which definitely registered on Oshi’s face, but she struck back with a knee and thigh to the belly of her own before forcing Beth back to the ropes. Winded a little, Beth was fired off to the opposite ropes by Oshi who showed deft footwork to dodge to the side as Beth rebounded so that she could catch her with a quick kick to the body as she ran past her. Beth was dropped to her knees by that and Oshi was on her quickly again to get her back up and send her to the ropes with authority once more before, this time, a chop high to the breasts was used to stop her in her tracks. On the outside, Jemma recognised this for what it was; a fighter whose confidence was surging, starting to turn the screw on her opponent. ‘Slow her up Beth!’ she advised, but Oshi had Beth waist locked and into a pussy pounding atomic drop that guaranteed Beth wasn’t going to be following that good advice just yet.

Instead, it was Oshi keeping the pace high, making sure Beth stayed upright by the hair so that she might back her up to the ropes once more. This time as Beth rebounded, Oshi found the mark with her clothesline, and as Beth hit the mat hard, Oshi was right there on top of her with a splash across the blonde’s stomach. ‘Come on Beth, fight her!’ Jemma shouted out, anxious at how Oshi had stolen the momentum in this round so comprehensively. Beth did what she could, but Oshi had her in something of a cross pint as Beth wrapped her fingers in that chestnut brown hair a little defensively. In reply though, Oshi struck with an elbow to Beth’s stomach, and then clamped a hand down between her legs, again in more of a grab than a claw. Beth moaned ‘mmnnghh’ as she felt Oshi pawing at her womanhood now, and Oshi laughed ‘dirty slut….turned on already!’

‘No!’ Beth protested, redoubling her efforts at pulling Oshi’s hair, but she couldn’t entirely deny the felling building within her as Oshi’s hand lightly pawed and groped her through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. ‘Yes!’ Oshi cooed, confident that Beth was in trouble here before a sharp tug on her hair reminded her that Beth was still in here fighting, and following a slap to the belly again, she elected to peel Beth off the mats by a combination of hair and swimsuit. The blonde was led to the corner easily enough by Oshi again to have her face introduced to the top turnbuckle there, leaving her in something of a daze. Now Oshi would pick up the pace again, firing Beth into the ropes before dropping her to her knees with another well placed kick to the body. Oshi went back to the hair quickly, ignoring what looked to be a pretty desperate attempt from Beth to push her off as she was brought upright and sent into the ropes again. This time, Beth grabbed the top ropes to stop her progress, but unfortunately for her, it seemed Oshi had anticipated it, catching her with a knee to the belly as she closed in quickly. Beth groaned, sagging forward a little only to be lifted and body slammed by Oshi so that her head was near to the ropes, while her feet pointed into the centre of the ring. Jemma grimaced as Oshi sat down hard on Beth’s breasts, thinking that Beth’s strong start to the match was going to count for little as the Japanese girl shifted forward for the face sit. Beth moaned as she felt the young Japanese fighter’s crotch on her face for the first time, while Oshi leaned forward, hooking her arms over the middle rope which aided her straight away when Beth tried to bridge. Now Oshi spread her legs a little wider, making Beth’s face take more of her weight, showing she knew how to apply a face sit well. Beth’s arms were pinned beneath Oshi’s knees as she squirmed and kicked ineffectively beneath Oshi, seemingly only tiring herself in the smothering pin.

‘Mmmfffff!’ Beth groaned loudly again as Oshi stayed squarely in place despite another wild attempt to buck the Japanese girl off her. Oshi looked confident, gripping that middle rope for added support and balance, then, her body suddenly stiffened as she shrieked ‘HEY!!’

Closer inspection revealed that Beth, in desperation perhaps, had produced the perfect counter to the face sit as her tongue forced Oshi’s swimsuit just far enough to one side so that she might probe her womanhood with it. Now Oshi moaned ‘ooohhhhh!’ still sat on Beth’s face, but in a change of momentum, now it was the Japanese girl trying to get away, while Beth suddenly gripped her hips to hold her there and keep up the pussy eating for a little while longer. ‘Aiiieeeee...noooo!’ Oshi whined now, finding it difficult to get away as she got increasingly turned on and flustered, giving the advantage back to the blonde who finally let her go free. Both girls got back to their feet and circled now, Beth licking her lips suggestively to further unsettle Oshi who looked nervy again now as Beth got to her with a couple of slaps to the body. Oshi tried to wrest back some momentum, looking to rush Beth and get her back to the ropes; when she tried to fire Beth off though, the blonde resisted at first, and then deftly reversed so that it was Oshi hitting the opposite ropes. Chance then for Beth to exact some revenge as Oshi rebounded into a straight kick to the belly that folded her up and to her knees. Beth waited with a degree of patience for her to half rise, jumping up then to crash down with a hard forearm across the shoulders to drop Oshi again.

The change of momentum had been quick and still off her game it seemed, Oshi moaned ‘noooo’ as Beth took advantage to pull her left shoulder strap down quickly, before she used the hair to bring her upright. The front of Oshi’s swimsuit had fallen away just enough on the left hand side to allow Beth access to deliver a pawing slap to Oshi’s breast, sending her reeling towards the corner where Jemma was sat. Beth smiled at her girlfriend on the outside of the ring now, before she grabbed Oshi’s hair and told her ‘eat buckle, bitch!’ and slammed her face first into the top turnbuckle. Oshi looked dazed, and she showed no response as Beth quickly eased her other shoulder strap down to leave her topless, her swimsuit pulled down a little towards her waist. It was time for Oshi to fight back if she was going to and right now she was looking more than a little flustered as Beth kept her under pressure, dragging her back out towards centre ring by her chestnut brown hair. There, Beth used a knee lift, straight to those recently exposed breasts to put Oshi on her back at the centre of the ring, looking up at the lights.

Beth was quick to block most of her view of those lights too, delivering a telling big splash to further wind the young Japanese wrestler who found herself in deep trouble as Beth taunted her ‘what was it you wanted to do to me bitch? That’s right, you wanted to cover my pretty face with your ass and pussy didn’t you?’ she questioned. Quickly, Beth had herself in that position on top of Oshi now, and she admonished her ‘just like this….only you won’t escape my version you bitch!’ Beth had chosen a reverse face sit, rather than the front version Oshi had tried, and she was quick to close her hands over Oshi’s big breasts, kneading them lightly in between grabs and tweaks of her nipples. ‘Remember, I’m taking this suit too’ Beth teased now, using her left hand to pick at it and push it further down the Japanese fighter’s body. Now Oshi kicked and squirmed, then bridged, trying to get free of her tormentor, but Beth had balance and confidence now to ride it, slowly easing that suit down on to Oshi’s legs so that it no longer protected her modesty. Then with Oshi still bridging, the coup de grace from Beth with another crotch grab, just the hint of two fingers inside Oshi’s pussy enough to make her squeal with pleasure despite her predicament. She was done, it was clear to all of the women in that room as she stopped trying to fight clear and moaned with pleasure again. Now Beth took a leaf from Jemma’s book to secure the submission, rolling her hips as she ground her ass and pussy on the beleaguered Japanese girl’s face.

Beth was lost in the moment now it seemed, and it took a tap on her shoulder from referee Pandora to tell her that Oshi had actually been trying to submit for a few seconds now. ‘So I win?’ she asked, suddenly back in the room as Pandora told her ‘yes you do!’ and raised her hand to prove it was the case. ‘Then I get her suit!’ Beth declared, hurriedly pulling it the rest of the way off Oshi, before rushing back into her corner to celebrate her first win with Jemma.

‘This is because of your training Jem’ she beamed as Alana entered the ring to help Oshi up and back to her corner, having suffered the ignominy of losing her suit to the blonde in defeat.

‘Oh, this is all you babe’ Jemma smiled in reply, ‘all I did was tell you to be a bitch in there for once, and I guess it worked out!’ she told her girlfriend as they returned to their changing room to celebrate, Beth carrying her prize across her shoulder as she did so. Finally the blonde had found the key to victory!