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The Southern Star

By Wolfboy

A newcomer wants to fight, to try and save the business that she loves.

Emma’s profile in the world of catfighting often meant that women trying to make their name might try and seek her out from time to time. The same thing was sometimes true of women who were just trying to find their way into catfighting and were looking for some advice. Emma was always happy to help those women where she could. One such woman was Shelley Campbell, the owner of a local dance school. Originally from Sydney, the blonde had moved to the U.K. a couple of years earlier to work as a dancer and had quickly set up her own school. Now some unexpected bills had persuaded the blonde to try her hand at catfighting for money, but she didn’t have the first clue how to find a fight for money here in the U.K. before a friend of a friend had got her in touch with Emma.

The dance teacher had sounded really nervous as she’d spoken to Emma on the phone to ask ‘is it true that you can get to catfight for money over here, and do you know how I might be able to get into it please?’

‘Well’ Emma had replied, ‘it’s definitely possible. You need a sponsored fight usually, that’s where the money is unless you’re in professional catfights really. Look, it’s Shelley isn’t it?’ she asked.

‘That’s right Mrs Baines’ Shelley had confirmed.

‘Please, call me Emma. Look I guess between myself, my husband and my daughter and her girlfriend, we’re usually going to know if anything comes up. We can tell you if it does. But why catfighting Shelley, and why did you come to me?’ Emma asked.

‘Well, why you is easy enough. You’re kind of famous, and I saw the video of when you fought in Australia a while back. One of my cheerleading squad showed it to me when they got me involved in a catfight a few years back. And I was OK at it. Right now, I need to get some money quickly to keep my dance school afloat. I don’t really even care if I’m in over my head, I’ll take the fight to keep the school open’ she admitted.

‘Well, at least you’ve got some experience Shelley, and you’re obviously going to be fit and strong enough with your dancing. Tell me a bit more about your experience so that I can work out who you might go up against’ Emma said to the blonde.

‘Well, I finished cheerleading a couple of years ago, and on that squad I had two organised fights with girls from other squads. I lost my first and won my second. Then I worked at a dance school for a bit and did some one on one work with a pro wrestler who wanted to improve her flexibility. We kind of sparred a bit and I picked some moves and stuff off her, then before I left Australia to come here, I had another fight with a woman called Sophie, an arranged match that went about 30 minutes. I guess I was just fitter than her in the end’ she shrugged modestly. ‘And now, here I am, running my own dance school with bills to pay that I just can’t cover from my day to day work. So I thought about it, and figured, what else can I do, and I realised that apart from dancing, catfighting was about the only other thing I had on the table really’ she admitted.

‘Wow’ Emma said, ‘that’s quite the history, and at least you’ve fought before, so it’s not just a whim. But you get that paid fights are probably going to put you in there with some tough girls don’t you?’ she asked Shelley.

‘I do’ the dance teacher admitted. ‘ I understand it won’t be easy. I know they’ll be hard girls. I get that I might not win, but I’m tougher than I look, and I know how to look after myself in there, honestly I do’ Shelley stated confidently.

‘Well, let me see what I can do Shelley. I’m sure we’ll find a way to make you some money out of fighting’ Emma told her. ‘Look, tell me your stats so we can at least match you up properly, and another thought. I’m sure my daughter and her girlfriend could find you a warm up match if you like? It’s been a while since you fought, so it might be an idea?’ she suggested.

‘Yes, I think that would be a great idea!’ Shelley smiled. ‘Makes sense to be ready for it. I don’t really have anywhere to fight though. Anyway, my stats… I’m 26, 5 feet 5 inches, 132lbs and I’m 36C-23-37. I guess I have 2 wins and 1 defeat too. And look, Emma, what do girls wear to fight in over here? I used to wear bits of my cheerleading costume before’ she asked.

‘Honestly Shelley, they’ll wear just about anything. You’re a dancer, a former cheerleader. My advice is wear something that you look and feel hot in but also that you’re comfortable in. After all, you want to make an impression in these money matches. And don’t worry, I’ll get Jemma and Beth to host you to fight for now. They won’t mind. Beth will even be your second I’m sure; she’s really good at that.’ Emma smiled.

‘Great, thank you so much Emma’ Shelley had beamed, pleased to have found herself a route in.

‘Don’t thank me yet Shelley. Wait until you’ve fought and see how you feel about it then’ Emma had smiled in reply.

And that time had come around pretty quickly, at least for Shelley to get in some action in private. Emma had spoken to Jemma and Beth not so long after speaking to Shelley, and pretty quickly they’d identified who they felt was right to take the ring rust off the Australian woman. Oshi had been Beth’s first win as a catfighter and rumour had it the Japanese girl, one of Alana’s former pupils, had been improving and was looking to get herself some more matches. Beth reasoned that however good Shelley was, she was going to need to get the feel for fighting again. Oshi was a test as she knew herself, but not the kind of test likely to destroy Shelley’s confidence. Beth had immediately taken it upon herself to negotiate with Oshi, sealing the deal on the match as she told Oshi ‘don’t worry, she’s probably not a bitch like me. She won’t steal your swimsuit when she beats you!’

Oshi had needed no further cajoling after that in truth, happy to take the match on as soon as Beth and Jemma could get it set up. They’d both dropped by Shelley’s dance school then the following day, taking part in a class before they’d been able to break the news to her. ‘You’re all set to go tomorrow night Shelley’ Beth had told her. ‘We’ve got the match set for 8pm to make sure you’re all finished up here’ she continued.

‘Great! So what do I need to know?’ Shelley had asked them both.

‘Well, rules I guess’ Jemma had chipped in. ‘No time limit, 2 out of 3 submissions, only slapping to the face, short nails, 3 minute breaks between falls. And given that class we just did, I know the no time limit thing isn’t going to be a problem for you. You’ve got her covered on that Shelley, believe me!’ she laughed.

‘Haha!’ the Australian blonde laughed. ‘Honesty, I do that class 3 times a day most days Jemma. So stamina is probably my strongest point. It all sounds great though. It’ll be good to have a fight to get back into it all’ Shelley said.

‘Well look’ Beth said, ‘we’re both looking forward to hosting you. I’ll be your corner girl for the night just in case you need anything in between the rounds. And Jem will come and pick you up from here on the night, say about half six. Give you a bit of time to get used to the surroundings before you fight.’ she said.

‘Fantastic’ Shelley said, pleased that everything was all arranged as the three hugged before parting company until the following evening.

Now, Beth and Jemma were waiting, a little excitedly, in the basement area of Debbie’s house, where they now had things set up pretty well to host their fights. Some modifications to the room meant that there were now two changing rooms in there now. One contained Oshi along with her mother Megumi who would be her second tonight. That made things interesting Beth felt, as she thought the Japanese woman had some experience making her an unconsidered factor in the match. The other changing room was where Shelley was currently preparing as well, having impressed Beth and Jemma with the way she seemed the same happy, fun, woman that they’d met at the dance school the day before. There was no game face as such with her; what you saw was what you got at all times it seemed. First out into the ring was Oshi with Megumi leading her daughter to the corner. Where the Japanese girl had worn a flowery swimsuit in her loss against Beth, she wore a more simple plain red speedo swimsuit today, with a pair of white mid calf wrestling boots. Her brunette hair was relatively short, not quite to shoulder length, and she conversed quietly but at length with her mother in the corner.

Beth waited for Shelley, the Australian girl having discussed tactics with her before the time for the match had neared, and then she elected to change alone with her thoughts. The effect of that was a bit of a jaw dropping moment for everyone in Debbie’s basement when she left the changing room. It seemed she’d elected to go with a slightly adjusted version of her cheerleader gear for this, her first match in the U.K. as she wore a pair of shimmering footless tights with a pair of footless flesh tone fishnets over them. Barefoot, her toe and finger nails were painted yellow, a colour that matched that of her skin tight hotpants that were held in place by a royal blue belt. She wore a matching yellow and blue warm up jacket, unzipped to show a royal blue bra top trimmed with yellow. Finally her blonde hair, long to the middle of her back, worn loosely curled and full of of volume.

‘Looking good Shelley!’ Beth told her as she reached the corner and climbed into the ring. ‘Thanks Beth. Emma told me to pick something I felt hot in...so’ she shrugged a little, modestly unsure if she’d managed that it seemed.

‘Trust me, you nailed it’ Beth told her, just making sure that her fighter knew that everything was spot on with her look.

Now the events were quickly called to order by Karen, who Emma had asked to referee this match, wanting to make sure that Shelley’s debut here in the U.K. was in good hands. ‘Ladies, you’ve both agreed to the rules for this best of 3 submissions catfight without time limit. Are you both happy to fight to them now?’ she asked. Oshi nodded, Shelley replied ‘yes I am’, and so Karen continued on to introductions. ‘First of all, from Osaka Japan we have Oshi. She is 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 124lbs and 38D-22-36. Her record is 3 wins and 3 defeats. Her opponent from Sydney, Australia is Shelley Campbell. Shelley is 26 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 132lbs and 36C-23-37 ans has a record of 2 wins and 1 loss. Ladies, get ready and on my command lets start the first fall’ Karen concluded.

Now Shelley removed her jacket, subconsciously adjusted her bra top and shifted lightly on her feet in the corner, as opposite her, a focussed looking Oshi did likewise. ‘Fight!’ Karen shouted, and Oshi was quick out of her corner, before stopping two yards short of Shelley with what appeared to be a respectful bow. Shelley slowly returned the gesture, only to find herself rushed back to the ropes by a screeching Oshi and fired off to the opposite ropes. Oshi rushed out towards centre ring too, meeting Shelley as she came off the ropes and simply pulled her to the mat by that flowing blonde hair. 10 seconds in and Shelley reached for her scalp in pain as Oshi reached for her hair with intent to pull her up to her feet by it. It seemed that the catfighting cheerleader was a little shell-shocked as Oshi got her back to the ropes again and buried a knee into her tightly toned abs before firing her back off to the opposite ropes again. Once more, Oshi was set at centre ring, ready to rip Shelley down again, but this time it was the Japanese girl left a little shell shocked as Shelley avoided that by dropping into a splits on the mat. From that position now, the blonde raked a big slap across Oshi’s belly, before deftly shifting position to trip her to the mat with her feet. Oshi landed on her back, and showed her improving ring awareness as she rolled quickly away at a cost of just a glancing blow from Shelley’s left foot on her butt.

Both women were back on their feet now, circling, following that opening exchange as they looked for their next moves in the early going. They exchanged some slaps, mostly to the body, although Oshi narrowly missed with a heavy one to the face, but neither landed tellingly for the moment as this belated feeling out process continued. Nervous energy as much as anything else though guaranteed the two wouldn’t spend long at range, Shelley spotting her chance to force Oshi back to the corner with a hair grab. Her speed had done the rest, pushing Oshi back hard to the turnbuckle, and there, the blonde Aussie started to show what she had. A heavy handed slap crashed into Oshi’s belly, looking like it had winded the Japanese girl a little before she showed her flexibility to force Oshi back upright with a standing foot choke. Oshi clutched for Shelley’s bare foot, trying to force it away from choking her, and she thought she had been successful in that, only to find the same foot slamming into her breasts now, and Oshi dropped to a seated position in the corner. That was an open invitation for Shelley to attack again with another foot choke, this time delivered by holding the middle rope and using that to help her balance as she performed a pretty impressive version of the splits. Right foot in Oshi’s throat, Shelley was already starting to punish the Japanese girl in the opening fall as she looked to impress Beth and Jemma with her ability. She was inexperienced in the art of ring fighting though, and was caught out as Oshi cleverly kicked the middle rope, destabilising Shelley and sending her sprawling to the mat.

Oshi was slow to recover from the choking it appeared, and Shelley was one her as she rose, a handful of hair stopping her progress as she rose straight into a clubbing blow across the shoulders to drop to her knees. Shelley looked confident as she strengthened that grip on the hair now, but she was surprised again, quickly as Oshi grabbed her belt and used that handhold to pull Shelley over her, chest first into the turnbuckles. A switch of momentum and Oshi took advantage as she raked her finger nails down Shelley’s back. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Shelley cried out, feeling that fiery pain in her back, but she had little chance to recover as Oshi turned her, slapped her across the breasts, and sent her with an Irish Whip back into the corner of the ring. Now the Japanese fighter took aim, looking to rush in at Shelley and bury her shoulder into her belly. It was the dark haired fighter who took the worst of things though, Shelley using the top ropes to hoist her body as Oshi approached and sudden hesitancy on the Japanese girl’s part saw Shelley snap her legs tightly shut and Oshi’s head. The Australian blonde showed her impressive core strength, courtesy of years of dancing now, as she kept that elevated position with her arms on the top ropes. Then she flexed her thighs, and Oshi let out a sudden anguished cry as she realised she was trapped by a woman who packed a crushing amount of power in those dancers legs.

The first fall would be decided quickly now in that corner as Shelley gave Oshi a long, fierce, squeeze with her thighs. Hands on the top ropes though, she was a little vulnerable to a counter as Oshi got her fingers into her belly, just around the waistband, and tried a claw hold to weaken the hold. Shelley moaned in pain now, then gritted her teeth and squeezed again, harder, forcing Oshi to let fly with an anguished tirade in her native tongue. Her claw hold was weakened considerably, and before she could gather herself to apply it with an increased enthusiasm, Shelley tensed her thighs once more and the Japanese girl meekly admitted ‘I submit!’ to give the Australian a quick first submission. Shelley released the hold quickly, dropping down to the mat and making her way quickly to the corner where Beth high fived her, and sat her down quickly to talk tactics, just as Megumi did the same with Oshi.

‘Great work Shelley. Legs are definitely your go to weapon looking at that!’ Beth remarked before cautioning ‘keep an eye on her though, she seems to have become a bit craftier since I fought her and she’s going to have to come for you now.’

‘You’re right, she’s a bit sneaky’ Shelley smiled, ‘but it’s OK, it’s all fair. What do you think she’ll come up with?’ she asked Beth.

‘Against me, when she was on top, she liked to send me into the ropes a lot to knock me down with kicks and clotheslines, so that could be a tactic. I’ve heard she’d got submissions with a dragon sleeper more recently too, so maybe watch out for that if she has you down’ Beth suggested.

Shelley nodded, her attention fully on Beth as she took on the instructions before the two fighters were called back into action. Action which got underway with the two ladies circling and slapping away at each other. The sound of hand on flesh filled the basement as slaps landed, for the most part ineffectively, on the arms and legs. Shelley did get a solid looking slap into Oshi’s belly, but the Japanese girl took it and fired back, rocking the Australian blonde with a stinging slap to the face. Shelley needed just a moment to clear her head from that one, but she wasn’t afforded that chance by Oshi who simply went with a straight kick to the belly that folded Shelley to the mat on her butt. As Shelley gasped for breath, Oshi was straight into her flowing blonde hair to force her to her feet and back to the ropes. A chop was lashed across Shelley’s pert breasts before Oshi fired her off to the opposite side of the ring. As Shelley rebounded, a little out of control, Oshi set herself to deliver another stinging chop across the chest, landing high and knocking Shelley back to the mat. Quickly Oshi was back in the hair, forcing Shelley back upright and back to the ropes, demonstrating that tendency of a lot of Japanese fighters to keep the pace high when they felt they were on top. Megumi looked on approvingly from the corner as Oshi delivered a thigh strike to Shelley’s body now against the ropes, perhaps looking to drain some of that stamina from the blonde.

Oshi was still keeping the tempo high, sending Shelley off to the ropes again, but looking for a kick to the body, she was a little taken aback when Shelley used a cartwheel to avoid her intended attack. As the blonde whirled past Oshi in the cartwheel though, the Japanese girl turned, tracking her movement, and walked straight into a mightily impressive standing drop kick from the Australian girl. Oshi was floored as the combination of Shelley’s athleticism and her bare feet hitting the Japanese girl in the chest knocked her to the mat. Now Shelley looked to take it back to Oshi, showing that a high tempo was just fine by her too as she forced Oshi up and threw her roughly into a neutral corner. The Australian showed her fighting skills now, working away with a left and right to the body before she pushed Oshi back upright with a hand in her face. As she forced Oshi to bend back a little over the top turnbuckle, she demonstrated that she was more than a little au fait with the cattier tactics too, latching on to a breast maul through Oshi’s suit. The Japanese girl moaned loudly as Shelley’s fingers tortured her for a moment before the blonde sent her off to the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. Oshi looked to have hit hard and Shelley set off at a run towards her, picking up speed quickly as she launched herself for an avalanche splash. Unfortunately for Shelley, Oshi’s ring awareness hadn’t deserted her, and her splash was met by two raised knees, knocking her back to the mats as it knocked the wind from her.

Oshi may have been an inexperienced fighter still, but she recognised an opportunity when she saw one, delivering an elbow drop across the back of Shelley who lay face down on the mat, trying to catch her breath. Now a handful of hair let Oshi slam Shelley’s face into the mat and as Shelley clutched at her face, Oshi was back in the hair, dragging the blonde towards the ropes, so that she could choke her over the middle rope for a moment. That quickly led to Oshi yanking hard on that middle rope to send Shelley sprawling into the centre of the ring. It was the Australian fighter who found herself in a deepening predicament then as Oshi came in with a big splash to further wind her, before another display of Oshi’s improving fighting prowess looked like might have her set up for a submission attempt. Grabbing Shelley’s ankles to spread her, Oshi quickly delivered a headbutt to the crotch as she dropped to her knees. As the blonde moaned loudly ‘OOOWWW….you bitch!’, Oshi was back on her feet to flip Shelley to her front in a boston crab which she was quick to sit deeply into, bending Shelley painfully. With her flexibility though, it wasn’t quite enough to force the blonde in to submission, as she replied ‘no way’ as Oshi challenged her ‘you submit!’

It was quickly clear to everyone, including Oshi, that as well applied as the hold was, it wasn’t going to be enough on it’s own to force Shelley into a submission. No problem for Oshi though who dropped the blonde’s legs and used her flowing blonde hair to force her to her feet. Shelley tried a slap to the face which Oshi ducked, latching her left hand on to the belt Shelley wore and using that, she pulled her on to a right hand deep into the pit of the stomach. Seamlessly now, Oshi lifted Shelley for an inverted back breaker, dropping her stomach first across her outstretched leg, before pushing the blonde back to the mat where Shelley lay, face down, trying to get her breath back. Of course, Oshi had no intention of allowing that, stopping only to force Shelley’s top up a little so that she exposed her breasts. Then she straddled her back and used a handful of blonde hair to pull Shelley’s head and chest clear of the mat before she wrapped her right arm in tightly around Shelley’s throat in a modified version of her dragon sleeper. Now she released the hair, and as Shelley moaned, realising that she was trapped, she sunk her left hand hungrily into the blonde’s left breast, mauling it fiercely. Shelley cried out, her eyes screwed shut in pain as she refused to submit to the impressive combination hold at first. Oshi simply kept up the pressure, knowing that her right arm around the throat was taking it’s toll on the blonde and continued with the breast maul. ‘Shit!’ Shelley moaned as she felt the fingers punishing her breast, but it was the steadily choking sleeper hold that caused her the most trouble still. ‘You submit!’ Oshi demanded again, getting no reply from Shelley before she cried out ‘OWWWW….Fucking hell!’ clearly struggling to hold on. She tried to support her weight with one hand planted on the mat so that she could pull at Oshi’s right arm, but the Japanese girl wisely knocked that arm out from supporting her before sinking back in for the breast maul. ‘OWWWW….FUCK!’ Shelley groaned now as Oshi continued to work her over. Finally it was too much for the Aussie blonde who cried out ‘YES….I submit!’ as Oshi enquired again. The bout was at 1-1 as Beth raced into the ring to get Shelley up and back to the corner wanting to make sure she got as much of the three minute break as possible to prepare Shelley for the final fall.

‘Deep breaths Shelley….lets get you covered up’ Beth instructed as she got Shelley sat in the corner and pulled her top back into place. ‘Nothing to worry about….she just got you when you tried the splash and took advantage of you then. Keep it simple, fight her, and she’s still yours’ Beth calmly instructed Shelley.

‘Got ya Beth, I was silly to try that. She was still too fresh’ Shelley agreed.

‘Forget it though’ Beth told her. ‘You can’t fix it now, but you can put it right in the last round. Use some more of those body punches if you get chance’ Beth suggested now. ‘Trust me, I saw the look on her face when they landed, and she didn’t like them at all!’

‘Well, I didn’t enjoy her working on my stomach either, so a bit of payback it is then!’ Shelley resolved herself.

‘Exactly….take your time still though. She can wrestle, but she’ll get impatient. Make her pay when she does’ was Beth’s final piece of advice as the action restarted, once again with an exchange of slaps at range. Both Shelley and Oshi landed to the body again, but it was Oshi’s willingness to target the face that once again looked to have gained her something of an edge as two fast slaps looked to have Shelley off her game. Oshi backed Shelley up to the ropes quickly, but then she was the one taken aback a little as the blonde caught her with a quick elbow to the belly before reeling her into an untidy headlock of sorts against the ropes. Tellingly, she had Oshi’s face pressed partly into the side of her pert C cup breasts, intent at least to try and smother the Japanese girl who responded with a fierce handful of blonde hair, using it to pull Shelley’s head back. ‘Get off my fucking hair bitch!’ Shelley complained, but she was forced to put up with the hair pull for the moment, before she thrust her hip into Oshi’s side and sent the Japanese fighter up and over with a throw. Oshi landed hard and looked a little winded, but Shelley was a little cautious in following up at first, wary not to over commit. All the same, she measured Oshi for a knee lift to the breasts as the Japanese fighter half rose only to be knocked back down quickly. Advantage perhaps to Shelley who patiently waited to complete the same move, only for Oshi to show some cunning in trapping the leg this time, and a quick sweep of the blonde’s standing leg put her on her back. Oshi sprang for the elbow drop across the breasts, quickly converting it into a side headlock as she started to return the favour with a partial breast smother of her own while she worked the move.

The Australian blonde looked to be trapped pretty securely by Oshi as she attempted to roll the Japanese fighter off her to no avail. ‘Come on bitch give up, you’re finished!’ Oshi taunted as she felt she had control as Shelley planted her feet on the mat and tried to bridge but without any success. Was the fight starting to fade from Shelley? Not at all as it turned out, although her first attempts to move Oshi failed, one thing that the blonde had was stamina in abundance, and she did her best to keep resisting. She found a way out of sorts as a handful of Oshi’s dark hair forced the Japanese into a tight head scissors instead, her head trapped in position between the blonde’s powerful thighs for the second time in the fight. Not a position Oshi wanted to be in for any longer than strictly necessary as she’d felt the effect of Shelley’s thighs before. This time, she wasted no time in trying to find her freedom, first delivering a gut punch to the blonde who took that well enough, but turned Oshi loose quickly when the Japanese girl got her fingers inside her hotpants and looked to start working sensually on the unsuspecting Aussie woman.

‘What the fuck!’ Shelley exclaimed as she scrambled clear of Oshi, the Japanese fighter laughing as she told Shelley ‘you like that blondie!’

Beth and Jemma would find out later that it had been Shelley’s first experience of an openly sexual tactic in a catfight. Although it had surprised her, she recovered from it quickly enough though and she was able to take the fight straight back to Oshi, pushing her back with a kick pushed out the body before she came back in to rock the Japanese girl back to the ropes with two punches to the body. Oshi grabbed hair, looking to slow the tide here, and suddenly found herself on the receiving end of a knee lift to the crotch that took a little bit of fight out of her. Shelley was on top as she brushed Oshi’s fingers out of her hair, and showed she’d learned something from her opponent as she used a handful of swimsuit to pull her onto a punch to the stomach. Now Oshi was reeling, dropping to her knees as she groaned ‘Ooofff!’, feeling the oxygen driven from her body by Shelley’s fists. The blonde quickly trapped Oshi in a front headlock as she went up to her tiptoes, knowing the hold would force the Japanese wrestler to her feet. Immediately Oshi was lifted now, walked out to centre ring, and body slammed with a degree of authority by Shelley who stood over the groaning Oshi. Waiting patiently, Shelley allowed Oshi to reach all fours before she stepped in to trap her in a standing head scissors. ‘How do you like that, girl?’ she asked as Oshi complained loudly that she didn’t like it at all.

If Oshi had been thinking straight, she might have grabbed the feet or ankles of the graceful blonde, and looked to tip her to the mat. Instead, she pawed ineffectively at her thighs until Shelley captured both arms behind her back in a double back hammer and Oshi let out a shriek that was equal parts pain and frustration. Shelley had her, that much was certain, and as she controlled both of Oshi’s arms with one of her own now, she slapped the Japanese fighter’s ass before rolling to her side as she dropped to the mat. Now her legs were extended fully, her power applied to the maximum in a second crushing head scissors of the fight. ‘Aaaaggggh….Aiiieeeee!’ Oshi wailed as she felt the vice like grip close in around her head now, trapped, in pain, knowing she was about to lose to this blonde newcomer. ‘Give up! I’ve got you now!’ Shelley exclaimed in glee now, and she was right, she had Oshi; it only needed a few more seconds and one last flex of those powerful thighs to convince the Japanese girl of that fact. ‘I submit, I submit!’ Oshi cried out, gaining her release from the scissor hold as Shelley was quick to hug the younger Japanese woman in an altogether friendlier manner now.

‘Good match’ she told Oshi quietly. ‘You’re a good opponent. Maybe we’ll fight again sometime?’ she asked.

‘Hai!’ Oshi agreed, ‘I would like the chance to fight you again’ she admitted as Shelley helped her up before returning to a high five from Beth and the watching Jemma.

‘Great job Shelley!’ Beth beamed. ‘At least we know you can fight now, so we can find you a fight to make some money!’ she told the blonde.

‘So I passed the test then?’ Shelley smiled, adding ‘I mean, I figured it was a bit of a test all along?’

‘Not exactly a test’ Jemma chipped in. ‘We just wanted to be sure you’d be OK in there before we set anything up. We don’t want you getting hurt after all, we both like you!’ she laughed.

‘Well, I know how to fight’ Shelley smiled, ‘not that there’s nothing I need to work on though’ she admitted. ‘She tried to finger blast me! Is that even allowed!?’ she asked, eyebrow raised.

‘Allowed...often encouraged, and used better by some than others’ Beth told her. ‘But you handled it. It’s one of the many things to be prepared for, but when we know who you’re going to be facing, we’ll help you plan for them. You can join us both for training anytime you want to, and we’ll do out best to help you get ready’ she told Shelley.

‘I can’t wait to get started’ Shelley beamed, clearly excited at the prospect of preparing for her next fight already.