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I’ll Show You How It’s Done

By Wolfboy

Beth looks for a rematch, and finds Jemma a match instead

Beth had finally got her first victory in the back against the Japanese wrestler Oshi in her most recent encounter, showing that finally she’d started to really get to grips with the art of catfighting. Prior to that, she had lost in a fairy close fight with Liverpudlian catfighter Sam, and she felt that might be someone she should get a rematch with, hoping to avenge that loss. When she’d got in touch with the number listed on a couple of sites for Sam though, it had diverted to Sam’s sister Amy who explained that Sam had gone on a gap year travelling the world, so wouldn’t be available to rematch with Beth any time soon.

‘Too bad’ Beth said, going on ‘sounds really cool though. Tell her I rang if you speak to her please?’

‘I will’ Amy promised. ‘I’ll fight your bitch’ Amy had added then, surprising Beth. ‘You know, show you how it’s done’ she chirped, evidently confident about her chances.

‘My bitch?’ Beth asked.

‘You know...the feisty redhead. I know she fights too’ Amy replied.

‘Oh...you mean Jemma’ Beth said. ‘Yeah, she’ll fight you. Tell me the details, and lets get it set up.’

‘Come to me’ Amy said. ‘I have a bit apartment overlooking the river in the city centre here’ she explained. ‘Plenty of room for wrestling mats. Best of 3 falls. I don’t particularly like getting punched in the face, but anything else is fine. Wear what you want, and don’t expect a break between submissions. Those are optional; if you want to keep going, just switch up to a different move and get on with it. Does that sound OK?’ she asked Beth.

‘I’m sure it will be just fine’ Beth confirmed, knowing Jemma would almost certainly be just fine with the rules proposed. ‘We could come to you this weekend’ Beth suggested, knowing that they were free all over the weekend.

‘Cool, lets fight about 6pm’ Amy said. ‘There’s a pretty spectacular view of the sunset over the river from up here. You can enjoy it while I beat your bitch up in front of you’ she laughed.

‘Sounds just perfect’ Beth smiled. ‘We’ll see you then!’

Jemma had predictably been just fine with the hastily arranged match. ‘I remember her from when you fought Sam’ she told Beth. ‘I’m always up for a fight of course. Do we know much about her though?’ she asked Beth.

‘Not a huge amount yet’ Beth admitted, ‘but I’ll find out what I can so that you’re ready for her Jem’ she said.

‘Thanks babe’ Jemma said, craning her neck up to kiss Beth. ‘I mean, I’m ready for her…..but it’s always good to know more’ she smiled.

‘Oh of course…’ Beth laughed, swatting Jemma’s arm as she went off to run a few searched on Amy’s matches. Jemma was happy enough to leave Beth to it for starters, knowing that her girlfriend was better at picking up the pertinent points about a fighter than she was. Beth would let her know all of the information she needed to know soon enough. She just looked forward to the prospect of fighting again, knowing that it always thrilled her to do so. She recalled Amy well enough from the fight between Beth and Sam; she was also a redhead, though not quite as brightly so as Jemma. She looked strong enough, and her sister had been a good fighter against Beth, so she was fairly sure Amy was going to be a good test for her.

True to form, Beth had clipped a few video segments of Amy’s matches together quite quickly, where she could find them, allowing her to show Jemma a few key things about her upcoming opponent. ‘The first thing is what she’s wearing’ Beth pointed out, indicating some knee high fashion boots on Amy. ‘She wears something like that in every match I’ve seen, and if her opponents turn up barefoot, she will take advantage, so you’re going to have to fight in boots too I think Jem’ she said. It wasn’t really a question, just a case of looking after her girlfriend in her role as corner woman.

‘Agreed’ Jemma nodded, not questioning the instruction either. ‘I’ve never done it before, but I’ll work it out’ she told Beth.

‘I’ll help you’ Beth agreed, ‘lets work out the pair you find most comfortable for it first and then maybe have a practice session where you wear them’ she told Jemma. ‘The next thing’ she continued, ‘is this business of no breaks after a submission. She’s always used that rule from what I can see, and she will take advantage of it again, so you’ve got to be ready for that. I talked to your mum and grandma about that too; they’ve both fought under those rules, and they tell me the best time to counter it is as soon as they elect to carry on. A lot of girls can be overconfident at that point they think.’

‘So try and get them back straight away…got it’ Jemma said.

‘Other than that, she’s a good fighter I think. Strong figure four head scissors and likes to smother with her breasts, arse or hands if she can. Only saw one girl finger fuck her in these clips and it did look like it got to her, so it’s worth bearing in mind’ she told Jemma.

‘Perfect, she sounds like she’ll be plenty of fun then’ Jemma smiled as she added ‘it’ll be me sitting on her face at the end of the evening as well!’

Jemma and Beth travelled to Liverpool that Saturday afternoon, Jemma carrying her fight gear in a small shoulder bag, which considering it contained boots, suggested to Beth it was pretty minimal gear. A pleasant walk through the city centre in the autumnal sunshine was all that it took for them to arrive at Amy’s apartment where they buzzed the intercom system and were let in with Amy telling them ‘come to the top floor, and I’ll meet you at the lift.’

She did just that, waiting there with another girl who she quickly introduced to Jemma and Beth. ‘This is Terri; she’s here to be my second for the evening, she doesn’t really fight at the moment; Amy said, as Beth and Jemma shook hands with the tanned blonde. ‘She might be interested though, so I invited her to be in my corner today’. She led the way into the apartment which was spacious just as Amy had promised; it was also the scene of quite a few of Amy’s matches that had been seen on video by Jemma and Beth. Inside there was an older blonde woman as well, probably in her mid fifties Jemma guessed. She quickly introduced herself as ‘Sue. I’m her to referee and keep you two to the rules’ with a smile on her face that suggested she realised there really weren’t all that many rules to keep track of anyway. After a few minutes of small talk, Amy showed Beth and Jemma to a bedroom to change while she then went into another room with Terri to do the same. There was little need for small talk between Beth and Jemma now as Jemma prepared herself for the fight. They’d talked strategy on the journey up to Liverpool and they had a plan for how Jemma would fight against Amy. And of course, they both knew already, the most carefully made plans often didn’t survive the first few minutes of any fight. Instead Beth gazed out of the window, taking in what she had to admit was a pretty spectacular view over the River Mersey as the sun started to get lower in the sky. As she waited to take in the view of Jemma in her fighting attire instead, she found herself wondering, would she be admiring the sunset as Amy beat Jemma up as the host had claimed, or would it be the other way around?

‘So…..whaddya think?’ Jemma asked Beth who turned now to see how Jemma had chosen to dress herself for the fight. It was quite the change of look for her Beth noted as she told her girlfriend ‘you look gorgeous, I almost wish it was me getting to grips with you tonight!’

‘Later babe….later’ Jemma smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a pair of black thigh high boots with a two inch chunky heel; the pair that testing out against Beth she’d found to be the easiest to fight in. And she wore an emerald green, wet look mini-dress that clung to her every curve almost as if it were painted on before it came to a stop four inches above the top of her thigh boots. Her flame red hair hung loosely around her shoulders and upper back, and the dress certainly showed that she wore no bra beneath it as her nipples poked at the fabric stretched tightly across her chest.

‘Are you wearing any….’ Beth asked Jemma who cut off the question by simply lifting the hem of her dress a few inches to show that she definitely wasn’t wearing anything beneath the tight dress. ‘OK then….’Beth smiled, ‘that’s answered that one then’ she finished.

‘Well, she fights dressed like she’s on a night out usually’ Jemma pointed out. ‘So I thought I would and, well…..this dress fits so perfectly that underwear really would ruin the look’ she smirked.

‘If you say so’ Beth laughed, leading the way back to the main room of the apartment to the mats where they were first to arrive, getting directed to one of the corners nearest the large floor to ceiling windows. Eight stories up at the top of the apartment block they weren’t overlooked, so there was no need for the blinds there to be closed. Sue looked Jemma up and down, and laughed ‘well, you’re ready for the town afterwards if the dress survives love!’

Jemma just laughed in reply, not really expecting the dress to make it long in to the fight in any kind of condition for a night out. ‘It’s got no chance has it’ she said, not a question as she admitted ‘I’d trash it if someone wore it against me in a fight’. Sue just nodded, a look in her eyes that told Jemma and Beth that their referee for this evening had been in plenty of fights in her time too. Before they had any chance to question her about that though, Amy came back into the room with Terri in two to head to the opposite corner of the mats. As Jemma and Beth had predicted, she too looked ready for a night out rather than a fight, but her look differed from Jemma’s. Where Jemma had a dress on, she wore a denim mini skirt and a white crop top along with a pair of white knee boots, with a chunky and relatively low heel. Jemma could tell that the opposing redhead also didn’t wear a bra beneath her crop top as she eyed her, realising that Amy had the build to provide her with a test if she could back up her record to date.

‘Well you two are about the most fashionable catfighters I’ve seen in quite a while’ Sue quipped, before she tried to get things to order. ‘So ladies, you’re here for a best of three submissions fight with no time limit. There should be no punches to the face, and I’d suggest that extends to knees, elbows, kicks and headbutts too’ she said, getting a nod of approval from both women for that. ‘You agree that there may be no break following a submission at the choice of the one winning the fall. You will just have to take a new move to continue the action. Otherwise it’s anything else goes, and we’ll try to keep it on the mats. If you’re down and it spills onto the carpet near the mats, I’m inclined to let you both carry on unless it’s dangerous’ she told them both. ‘So on my right’ Sue said, pointing towards Jemma, ‘is Jemma. She’s 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 148lbs and measured 36D-23-36 with a fight record of 7 wins and 1 loss so far. On my left is Amy who is 25 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 152lbs, measures 34DD-25-36 with a fight record of 10 wins and 2 losses. Stick to the rules ladies, and FIGHT!’ Sue finished, allowing the action to get started.

There was a brief moment of circling, the two young women perhaps weighing each other up a little as they did so. ‘You obviously did your homework on me’ Amy told Jemma who nodded ‘yes, we saw how you took advantage of barefoot girls’ in reply. ‘Not my problem if they don’t do their research’ Amy replied, a little defensively perhaps, but Jemma agreed with it for what it was worth telling Amy ‘you said wear whatever you want and it’s perfectly fair Amy. I agree with you; just not letting you have that advantage on me!’ Then Jemma slapped Amy’s face hard, rocking the Scouse redhead slightly before both got into the other’s hair with their left hands and started to go head to head as they each tried to bully each other around the mats. Easier said than done; these were two strong, fit women, and neither showed an obvious edge over the other in power, quickly bringing the contest to an early stalemate at the centre of the mats. Then the slaps started to come in, to the body first as the two bitched and moaned a little about it as hands met bodies. Jemma landed her slaps mostly to the ribs of Amy who started that way too, then found a good target in Jemma’s left breast, sending slap after slap into that. ‘Bitch!’ Jemma moaned as those blows to the breasts started to take an early toll on her. They were certainly heavy handed blows from Amy, each one flattening Jemma’s breast a little as it cracked home; Jemma fired back though, chopping a right hand into the body of the Scouse fighter, satisfied with the groan it drew from her. Neither could gain the immediate edge though in the early going.

Still, both worked away at the centre of the mats, slapping and punching to the body while the hair pulling continued and each continued to look for the first real opening. Amy was able to surprise Jemma a little now with a kick, sending the toe of her white boot into Jemma’s shin, and despite the covering from Jemma’s boot, it set her on the back-foot for a moment as Amy continued to work away to the left breast of her flame haired foe. Jemma grimaced as each one landed, getting softened up a little by Amy perhaps in the early going. ‘Bitch….oowwww!’ she moaned as Amy got her hand closed around the sensitive breast for a moment now as well, but then she fired back, chopping down on to Amy’s arm to break the maul before sending a punch straight into her stomach. That put Amy on the back foot suddenly as Jemma was able to use the hair to pull Amy into a side headlock, and with a flick of her hip, she sent her red-headed opponent up and over to the mat. Jemma was definitely the more comfortable of the two in a mat based fight it looked like as she cranked the headlock hard, dropped her breasts in Amy’s face and started to smother her.

Amy was a fighter though, that was for sure, and she was straight into Jemma’s flame red hair, pulling hard to try and force Jemma’s breasts from her face. Jemma groaned as both of Amy’s hands tugged hard at her hair, giving her plenty to think about, but for now she stayed in place on top of Amy, still with the smother on enough to be of concern even if it didn’t threaten an immediate submission. Amy yanked hard on the hair once more, two handfuls pulled with real force to draw a cry of pain from Jemma who complained ‘stop pulling my fucking hair bitch!’

‘Well get your fat tits out of my face then slag!’ Amy shot back from beneath Jemma, earning a slap to her own breasts now as Jemma switched to hold the headlock one handed. Then that hand was inside Amy’s denim miniskirt waistband, latching on to the waistband of a black mesh thong that she pulled hard on, making sure the fabric cut into Amy’s pussy and ass while taking great care not to simply tear the garment off when she could employ it as a weapon instead. ‘Owwww bitch!’ Amy protested, but then she had her hand groping for a target as she got it beneath the hem of Jemma’s dress, forcing the emerald green outfit up those couple of inches to completely expose Jemma. Amy couldn’t see that Jemma wore no underwear just yet, but it only took a quick grope of her ass as she searched for something to use in a retaliatory wedgie for her to realise that. ‘Dirty fucking slut!’ she laughed as her fingers now clawed unhindered at Jemma’s ass for now, causing her to shriek loudly in surprise as she was forced to roll clear.

Jemma scrambled to her feet as did Amy, hastily smoothing her green dress back down to cover herself. Amy just laughed ‘bit late for modesty now bitch, I’ll have my fingers inside you soon enough now!’ as the two started circling once more. Jemma slapped Amy’s face quickly, a snappy blow that carried enough about it to surprise her, and she tried to rush in, looking to take the fight to the ground once more. Jemma secured the headlock again, but this time Amy was able to resist the attempt to flick her over her hip to the mat and instead caught Jemma with a hard punch to the middle of the back. Jemma was sent lurching forward by the punch but Amy arrested that momentum quickly with a pull of the hair that yanked Jemma back into her clutches, allowing her to get an arm around Jemma’s throat. Now it was Jemma, moaning as Amy’s other hand locked over her breast again, that had to resit being pulled to the mat, escaping it by stamping on Amy’s toes to send the Scouse redhead hobbling away for a moment. There was no respite for either though as both were quickly back into the hair and started to flail away with slaps to the body, each hoping to start getting on top. They were both evenly matched, both in what they could dish out and take, and it was hard to see who might come out on top still as Beth and Terri looked on, both a little anxiously.

It seemed that Jemma finally had the edge as she sent a knee into Amy’s body, looking to have knocked some fight out of her. She took a double handful of hair, and started to force Amy around the mats, but when she went for another knee, then she found Amy waiting on her, catching the leg to leave Jemma hoping on one leg. As Amy grabbed Jemma’s dress, forcing it up again, she bullied Jemma back so that she was against the big glass window, Jemma gasping as the cold glass touched her naked ass, giving an eyeful to anyone who happened to be looking up from the street at the time. They were off the mats, but only just, and Sue elected to let it go as both girls continued to get into it against the window. Jemma slapped and grabbed at Amy’s thong again, while Amy leaned in to her, making sure her leg stayed trapped with her body while she tried to look for a crotch claw. ‘OHHHHHH….AAAGGHHH!’ Jemma suddenly howled, suggesting that Amy had found what she was looking for now as she threw her head back in pain. ‘Should have worn some knickers you slapper, not that it would help you any!’ Amy mocked, body still pressed in tight as she punished Jemma there against the window. She shifted her body to the side just slightly, allowing herself room to send a short sharp right hand into Jemma’s body before she retook the crotch claw, applying it with vigour and making Jemma scream in pain. Her head was ragged to the side by the hair too, a look of desperation on her face as this first fall looked to be slipping away from her quickly. Everyone in the room knew that this was a fight likely to move on at pace following a first submission too, given the no breaks rule in place.

As Jemma went for a desperation pull on Amy’s hair though, she cried out loudly in pain again, and that submission was coming, it was just a matter of when if she couldn’t escape. Amy had her in place there against the glass though, and try as she might, Jemma couldn’t move her. As she cried out once again, Jemma was forced to admit it, moaning ‘I submit!’, and now the focus moved on to her needing to counter Amy quickly. Sue reminded Amy that she needed to break her hold before she could continue her attack, and reluctantly the Scouse redhead broke off the crotch claw and let Jemma’s foot touch the ground before she slammed a right hand into the body, still against the window and the fight was back on. She sent Jemma back to the mat the hard way too, showing some skills as she delivered her there with a nice monkey flip. Beth looked increasingly anxious now as Amy looked to press home the advantage of winning that first submission. In a number of the fights she’d seen, Amy had won out in a tightly contested fall and then bulldozed through her opponent quickly in a second fall by continuing the attack. She rushed on to the mat as Jemma looked to get to all fours, bunting her back to the mats with a hip thrust to the face, dazing Jemma slightly as it sent her face down on the mats. A cruel stomp, delivered with the unforgiving sole of those white knee boots to Jemma’s lower back brought a loud moan of pain, then a screech as Amy grabbed her flame red hair to roughly drag her across the mats until Jemma got back to her feet.

A knee to the body hit home hard, and Jemma looked like she was in increasing trouble now as Amy slipped a hand between her legs, and lifted her for a body slam there at the centre of the mats. No respite for Jemma as Amy dragged her by the hair now, prodding the toe of her boot into her side as she did so. The Scouse redhead was growing in confidence now as she told Jemma ‘you’re done now bitch!’ before removing her skirt which Beth remembered was often the prelude to her tight figure four head scissors hold. She hoped Jemma remembered it too as she was lifted and slammed again, rolling to her belly and groaning loudly in pain. Amy sat on the mat in front of her, not bothering to even roll Jemma to her back as she lifted her head by the hair and shifted so that it was securely in her crotch as she applied the figure four head scissors from that position. ‘Mmmnggghh!’ Jemma groaned almost immediately, feeling those strong legs starting to put the squeeze on her. Holding her hair still with one hand, Amy slapped the top of Jemma’s head, then her left shoulder as Jemma moaned in pain once more. The strappy emerald green dress was Amy’s next target, a sharp tug on the left shoulder strap snapping it, and Amy quickly pushed the dress out of the way so that she could latch on to Jemma’s left nipple to torture her that way.

‘Aaaaggggh….oowwww!’ Jemma complained now, pussy smothered, scissored and having her nipple worked over. It was quite the combination, one that Amy invited her to submit to as she continued the punishment. But Jemma refused; she had an answer to the combination too as she worked with her mouth to slowly ease Amy’s little black thong aside, before her tongue hungrily began to search Amy’s womanhood now. Suddenly the momentum had shifted in the action, Amy whining ‘Hey! Stop that!’ as she felt Jemma’s tongue probing, exploring her pussy. A shudder ran through the Scouse redhead’s body as Jemma continued to tongue fuck her for the moment, the power gone from her hold for now as she whined ‘Nooo! Nooo! Stop that!’ to little avail. Now it was the time for Jemma to strike as she brushed Amy’s legs from around her head, holding on to her hips for a moment just to ensure she couldn’t sneak away from one last bit of work with the tongue that had her moaning loudly once more. She was perhaps close to orgasm having been taken by surprise, but Jemma cut her off hastily as she switched tactic and set her screaming in a different way with a headbutt to the pussy now.

Jemma had turned the tide of the action just in time, and now she went to the hair, repaying Amy by dragging her across the mat by it roughly as the redhead cried out in pain. Finally she scrambled to her feet only for Jemma to waist lock her and deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop. Amy howled in pain, the move taking an extra toll on her thanks to the way Jemma had got her so turned on already with her pussy eating. As Amy stood frozen to the spot while the cruel pain of the atomic drop coursed through her body, Jemma chopped her down with a running clothesline, and a fight that had looked to be heading very quickly in Amy’s favour was suddenly strongly in Jemma’s. Although still relatively inexperienced, Jemma wasn’t a fighter to ease up when she had the edge, and she spread Amy now to deliver a cruel knee drop to the crotch. The Scouse redhead tried to roll to her side, moaning loudly in pain as she did, but Jemma quickly ripped her to her back again and dropped heavily on to her in a full body to body pin. Now Jemma’s legs fought for, and got, control of Amy’s legs in a grapevine and as she made sure the redhead’s hands stayed pinned to the mat, she plunged her breasts in Amy’s face in a breast smother. One breast still covered by her dress, the other not covered due to Amy’s hasty reworking of Jemma’s fashion choices, the smother seemed to be highly effective. Jemma’s power was clear to see too now as she got Amy’s legs spread wide, bringing a muffled gasp from the redhead as she felt it. A tough situation that got tougher straight away when Jemma was able to control Amy’s hands with her left, and she started to send punches to the stomach, the ribs, and then to the breasts of her complaining rival.

‘Submit then!’ Jemma told her when Amy demanded ‘get off me!’; the redhead refused to comply for now though. Jemma was confident she would soon, punching hard to the side of the breast several times, a rapid fire salvo of punishment for Amy to weather before Jemma eased her crop top up to expose her breasts. Immediately, Jemma had her nails in them, no messing about now as she looked to even up the score. Amy moaned loudly, the sound muffled to a large degree by Jemma’s breasts in her face. Defiance came one last time from Amy as she sunk her own nails into Jemma’s butt for a moment, but then Jemma punched and clawed at the breasts once more and Amy was forced to admit her submission as she tapped out. Now Sue made Jemma break her combination of holds but there was no break in the action at all as Jemma got to her feet and promptly delivered a leg drop across Amy’s breasts to make sure the fire of pain she’d set burning there was fuelled once again.

Now, Jemma got back to her feet and waited patiently there for Amy to rise. Both women showed the effects of the battle by this stage; each had their hair pretty dishevelled at the hands of the other. Jemma’s dress rode up on her hips while one breast was completely exposed thanks to her torn shoulder strap. Any moved slowly to all fours, trying to gather herself, breasts exposed where Jemma had pushed her crop top up, while she had removed her own skirt and now found that her black thong was pushed out of place to some degree by Jemma. Most importantly, the redhead was in trouble though at the hands of Jemma; feet too as she reached all fours and Jemma sent a kick into her belly, the effects of it surely enhanced by the black boots she wore. Amy rolled away, but stayed down, gasping for air as Jemma continued to press home the advantage now. She ripped Amy to her back with a combination of shoulder and hair and hastily delivered a shin drop across the redhead’s breasts. ‘OOOWWW…..FUCK!’ Amy protested, clearly in pain from Jemma’s assault, but she made her pay for staying in range with a slash of the nails at Jemma’s inner thigh. That earned a surprised shriek of pain from Jemma, and a slap in the face for Amy as Jemma quickly fired back to try and subdue her.

Jemma got off Amy now, and used one rough handful of hair to drag the screeching Scouser back towards the edge of the mats nearest to the window. It was a rough treatment for Amy, dragged on her back across the mats harshly before Jemma brought her to her feet by the hair there. Amy tried to fight back, a right hand to the body giving Jemma a momentary concern, but it was still Jemma in control as she slipped a hand between Amy’s thighs and lifted her to body slam her just on the edge of the mats, her head nearest the window. Now Jemma quickly pulled off her own dress, wanting it out of the way for the finale, before she dived on top of Amy in a full body splash to wind her. Feisty to the end, Amy grabbed for Jemma’s hair and got her claws into Jemma’s butt too, bringing a brief cry of pain from Jemma before she delivered two hard punches to Amy’s right breast. That subdued her just enough for Jemma to brush Amy’s hands off her, and take up a seat with a view out across the river and the city, right on Amy’s face. It was Jemma’s favoured way of finishing an opponent off still, and immediately she started to roll her hips, grinding her ass and pussy on Amy’s face.

‘Mmmfffff!’ Amy whined, voice muffled as she tried quickly to dislodge Jemma with a bridge, something which Jemma anticipated, and was able to ride it out easily enough. Dropping the bridge with a right hand to the body, Jemma than closed a hand over Amy’s right breast, mauling it harshly to bring more muffled sounds of protest from the beleaguered redhead. It was looking desperate for Amy as Jemma continued to roll her hips and grind hard on her face, narrowly avoiding Amy’s attempt to swing her legs up to scissor her. Retaking her grip on Amy’s breast, Jemma also took a rough handful of hair to add to her control. Then she told Amy ‘you were right, this really is a nice view….I could sit here all day if you don’t submit bitch!’

Amy kicked and squirmed now, desperate to get herself free, but it was to little avail. She was well trapped and getting smothered here now as Jemma continued to maul her breast. She made another desperate attempt to swing her legs up to catch Jemma who simply swatted them aside with a flailing arm. Then she pulled harder on Amy’s hair and pulled her deeper into the smothering face sit, drawing a desperate whine from the Scouser who kicked her feet and squirmed again. A whimper from Amy’s lips now as she was painfully aware that her fight was almost over because of this impressive face sit by Jemma. A face sit she simply couldn’t break it seemed as her hand thrashed at the mat to concede the submission, and the match, to Jemma who got off her quickly and waited a moment to bring Amy back to her feet with a hug this time.

‘Good match’ she told Amy, ‘your rules make for an interesting fight. No hard feelings I hope?’ she smiled.

‘None at all’ Amy smiled back. ‘You’re tough, resourceful too with that tongue….you won fair and square’ she agreed. ‘That does mean we’re technically at 1-1 now. Sam beat Beth and you beat me. When Sam is back over here, I think we’re going to need a tag match to settle it’ she suggested.

‘It’s a deal’ Jemma agreed as Beth nodded. ‘We might travel for a bit too’ she pointed out. ‘Sam has given us the idea of a bit of a fighting world tour, but we’ll definitely do that tag match’ she told Amy.

‘Well that’s great!’ Amy told her, then she said ‘now go and get yourself changed and Terri and I will take you pair out for a night on the town!’

‘I might need a new dress’ Jemma smirked, scooping it up from the mats, ‘but I don’t need asking twice’ she smiled over her shoulder as she headed for the room she’d changed in earlier, with another good win under her belt.