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Out To Impress

By Wolfboy

Beth wants to make her mark and impress Jemma

‘I’m just saying that we don’t know much about her babe, that’s all. You know I believe in you.’ Jemma told Beth as they discussed a potential catfight for Beth.

‘I know you do’ Beth agreed smiling. ‘But I want to prove myself as a fighter before we go off travelling. You never know when I might need to fight for money on the trip after all’ she smirked.

‘Oh, I like that idea of fighting my way around the world’ Jemma mused for a moment. Tell me all about her again then’ she asked Beth.

‘Sure’ Beth said, ‘her name is Allie Kennedy and she’s from Glasgow. She’d more or less in my weight category, and has 2 fights with 1 win. She’s just come down here to university so she’s about my age too and wants to have some more catfights. I think there’s something about her wanting to gain experience for a rematch with the woman who beat her in her first fight’ Beth finished.

‘Look, it sounds good’ Jemma agreed. ‘If you’re happy then I say set it up and go for it babe’ she told Beth.

And that was just what happened with Beth agreeing a match with Allie quite easily, with the whole thing to take place in the garage ring. There was some more work happening to revamp Debbie’s basement, so this was likely to be a last match for Beth in the garage ring. A first time in a ring for Allie though who had fought two matches to date on mats at a couple of wrestling clubs in Scotland. An initial defeat had been followed by victory in a second match in a different club before she’d headed south to the midlands of England. Beth was confident of ending that winning streak for Allie at one, but the Scottish redhead looked strong and confident enough as she arrived alone for the match.

‘Don’t you have a second?’ Jemma asked her as she girls chatted in the kitchen before they would prepare for the match.

‘No, I don’t have anyone to do that for me just now’ Allie confirmed, an expression on her face suggesting there was a story somewhere behind that fact.

‘Oh OK’ Jemma replied, not wanting to push that any further just yet while the tone of the conversation stayed light and friendly before she showed Allie the guest room to change for the match. She knew Karen was already waiting in the garage to referee the match. Then she ran upstairs quickly to talk to Beth.

‘I don’t think I should….’ she started, before Beth finished for her ‘second me if Allie is on her own. I agree babe, lets keep it fair’ she smiled as Jemma looked a little relieved to find her girlfriend on the same page. ‘Don’t worry Jem’ Beth said, ‘I know you’ll be out there watching me, but I’ve got this. You just enjoy the show for a change’ she smiled, pulling Jemma in to kiss her lightly.

‘I will…..and I know you’ve got this’ Jemma smiled, patting Beth’s butt before she went down to wait for Allie to come out of the guest room. In the end, Beth actually made it out first, and walked past the waiting Jemma with an amused smile on her face as she entered the garage. Finally, Allie emerged from the guest room, looking a little sheepish as she emerged wearing just a blue and white thong with a matching bra in cotton and lace. She seemed to Jemma to be a little uncertain of herself, and Jemma asked her ‘are you OK? Do you want something to cover up with before you start Allie?’

‘Oh no, I’m fine’ Allie smiled thinly. ‘Thank you, I guess I’m just a bit on edge catfighting in such a private setting like this’ she admitted.

‘That I can understand’ Jemma agreed. ‘I thought it was the weirdest thing going first time I went somewhere else to fight’ she admitted. ‘If it helps, once the match starts, you won’t even think about it. Well….I know I didn’t anyway’ she pointed out, before she led the way for Allie into the garage ring. There, they found Beth looking pretty relaxed, just sat on one of the sofas having a chat with Karen. When she saw the redhead enter the room wearing just her underwear, Beth promptly took off her long t-shirt to show that for today’s match, she was pretty similarly attired to Allie. She wore a simple pair of black and silver lace knickers with a matching bra. Where she differed from Allie just yet was that she looked totally at home in the setting. While Jemma went to the sofa where Beth had been seated and curled up there to watch the fight, Karen entered the ring to take up her role of referee. Allie looked over at Jemma now and asked ‘aren’t you going to second her?’, a little thrown by Jemma sitting away from the corner.

‘No, we thought it would be fair if I didn’t. If either of you need anything, then you can both ask me and I’ll get it for you, but I won’t advise either of you’ Jemma told Allie.

‘Oh, OK…...thanks’ Allie smiled, starting to look just a bit more settled now.

‘Shall we get things started then ladies?’ Karen asked, receiving nods from both corners of the ring. ‘OK then, well this is a best of 3 submissions catfight with a maximum time limit of 30 minutes. There will be a two minute break between submissions. No punching or kicking is allowed in this fight. There should be no elbows or knees to the head either, but both are fine to the body. On my left, we have Miss Allie Kennedy. Allie is 20 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 138lbs and 34DD-26-36 with a record of 1 win and 1 defeat. On my right, we have Miss Beth Henderson. Beth is also 20 years old. She’s 5 feet 7 inches tall, 134lbs and 34C-25-34 with a record of 1 win and 3 losses. Ladies if you’re ready, Jemma will start the timer….and then fight!’ Karen instructed, watching Jemma press start on the timer.

As both girls moved out of their corner a little cautiously, Karen called out to Jemma ‘you’re my time keeper now, don’t forget to stop the timer on a submission’ with a laugh as Jemma gave her the thumbs up. The circling continued for a moment, each appraising the other, before the contest would start in earnest following a brief handshake between the two women. As they started to circle again, Beth led off with a light slap to the cheek, delivered with speed rather than power to surprise Allie a little before she replied with one of her own to Beth’s shoulder. Beth shrugged that off and targeted the face again; a light, fast slap again that wasn’t going to cause a lasting impression, but tested Allie some more. When she went to the face again a third time it carried a little more snap. Certainly not a heavy blow but one designed to raise the ire of an opponent and perhaps goad her into action, but Allie went back to Beth’s body with her slap for the third time.

Beth smiled, sensing her opponent to be a little reticent to hit back to the face in the early going, and now she went for Allie’s hair, using her medium length red locks to reel her into a side headlock. There was one crank on the headlock making Allie groan just a little as she felt Beth bring the power to bear on her, and then Beth flipped her over her hip to the mat, still in the headlock. The blonde looked to have control of the situation now, straight away positioning herself so that her black lace covered breasts were in Allie’s face to some degree. It was a partial, not full, smother and not one likely to cause Allie any real trouble, but it allowed Beth to keep her down on the mat so she could work the headlock some more. Allie moaned a little, looking well trapped, then suddenly she surprised Beth with a hand pushed into her face, just pushing her head into place so that she could get her thighs wrapped around her head. The headlock was broken, and now Beth moaned lightly as she felt Allie’s legs begin to squeeze her in the scissor hold, showing that the red head packed plenty of power there.

Beth didn’t panic though as she slapped Allie in the belly just to weaken the grip slightly, allowing her to work to her knees, still with her head firmly trapped for now. Allie tensed those legs once more, making Beth groan as she felt it, but then the blonde was able to pop free of the scissor hold by pushing both hands down hard on Allie’s stomach to weaken her hold. Immediately she sprung forward and retook the headlock now, this time using it to bring the Scottish fighter up to her feet in the hold. Allie gave Beth a little dig in the ribs with a forearm and backed her up to the ropes now; she didn’t try to fire Beth off straight away though, just leaning into her for a second to weigh up her options. She delivered a slap to the belly that rang loudly around the garage before starting to muscle Beth off into the opposite ropes. Beth rebounded quickly and ran into Allie around centre ring, knocking her untidily to the mat, but falling herself so that there was no real advantage gained by either as they each scrambled to their feet. They circled again, both smiling briefly at the untidy collision as they started to slap away again, and this time Allie was the one leading off, but targeting the body exclusively again. In reply, Beth was measured still, largely unconcerned by Allie’s work, while she sent in an occasional fast slap to the face, sensing that to be getting to Allie just a little perhaps.

Beth cried out in surprise suddenly though as Allie showed her speed and no little amount of wrestling technique as she shot behind the blonde and locked her arms tightly around her waist. Beth had barely started to test the quality of Allie’s grip either before she cried out in surprise again as Allie lifted her slightly and dumped her on the mat on her belly. Allie followed up quickly now, shooting in a half nelson so that she could use that grip to force Beth to her back. And then she sat on her, butt perched on top of Beth’s breasts as she applied a perfect schoolgirl pin to Beth who wriggled and kicked beneath her for a moment. Allie had her arms pinned in tight to her sides, trapped there by her knees, and Beth looked pretty securely pinned as Allie looked down at her and asked her ‘submit?’

Beth just smiled in return and asked ‘submit? What for, this is just fun’ as the Scots girl wore a look of disappointment. The schoolgirl pin was her favourite move and it was having literally no impact on Beth at all. Of course, it hadn’t yet dawned on Allie that to win in a catfight, she was going to need to hurt her opponent; a simple pin, no matter how secure wasn’t going to get the job done. So there was an impasse for a short while; Beth lay there looking mildly amused while Allie sat there on her, pinning but looking frustrated with the way it was going. After allowing it for a while, Beth took the gamble of swinging her legs up to wrap around Allie, and the surprise factor paid off, allowing her to roll Allie off her to the mat. As she did so, her foot inadvertently brushed lightly across Allie’s covered left breast, and Beth noted the gasp from her opponent at that most fleeting of touches, noting it for later use as she regained her feet. Allie was that fraction slower to rise and Beth trapped her in a front headlock which she had to fight to control as Allie immediately tried to back out of it into a hammerlock. Jemma noted Beth’s poise with delight as she resisted that, and dropped Allie to her knees with a forearm smash across the back. The headlock stayed in place too as Allie took a moment to recuperate on her knees, then rose slowly, yelping in surprise as Beth slipped a hand between her legs to lift and body slam her at the centre of the ring.

Allie groaned then as Beth waited patiently for her to roll to her belly before dropping an elbow across her lower back. It was a precursor to Beth’s new favourite submission move, the Boston Crab, which she wasted little time in applying now to put the hurt on Allie straight away. As Allie groaned, Beth would slowly ratchet up the pressure, making sure to keep the redhead hurting just that little bit more to ease her towards a first submission. Beth had the single leg boston and crotch claw in her arsenal of moves too if she needed it, but just now, it wasn’t necessary as Allie, having resisted for 30 seconds or so, tapped at the mat and announced ‘I submit!’

Beth dropped Allie’s legs to the mat with relative care and went to her corner before beckoning Jemma over to her corner for a moment.

‘Nice one babe’ Jemma smiled before asking her ‘what’s up?’

‘Go and tell Allie she’s allowed to slap me in the face and hit me properly’ she told Jemma, adding ‘I don’t think she knows she can.’

‘OK babe, if you’re sure’ Jemma asked.

‘Yeah definitely’ Beth nodded. ‘I think she’ll be good if she really starts to fight properly.’

‘OK’ Jemma said, dutifully crossing the ring to chat to Allie. ‘Are you OK?’ she asked the redhead first of all. ‘Do you need anything?’ she enquired.

‘I’m OK thanks. I’m not hurt’ Allie confirmed.

‘That’s good’ Jemma said. ‘Look, this’ll sound a bit odd, but Beth says please will you slap her in the face. It’s allowed and she won’t mind….I mean she might if you whack her hard enough, but that’s a catfight’ she chuckled.

‘I’ll try’ Allie agreed, ‘but I’m not really a catfighter’ she told Jemma.

‘I see that’ Jemma told her. ‘And you shouldn’t lose what you’re good at, but in a catfight, sometimes you’ve just got to be a bit of a bitch’ she smiled.

Allie smiled back and promised that she’d try as Jemma returned to the outside of the ring, ready to start the timer for round two on Karen’s signal.

She pressed the button again as Karen instructed ‘Fight!’, and gave the referee the thumbs up to show that she’d done it, even though they fancied the second fall wasn’t going to use up all of the remaining time limit. The two fighters came from their corners, starting to circle each other slowly before Beth took Allie by surprise, not with a move, but by announcing ‘don’t you think it’s hot in here?’ and taking her own bra off to fight topless in fall two. She was confident that Allie wouldn’t take advantage of it, noting that the redhead didn’t quite know where to look as she threw her bra to Jemma on the sofa. Jemma smiled broadly at this show of confidence from Beth, sensing that her girlfriend was starting to feel increasingly at home in the ring. She slapped Allie’s face quickly again and then almost stuck her face out to allow Allie to return the favour. This time she wasn’t disappointed either; Allie may not have slapped her hard, but she did go to the face with a little bit of intent. ‘Better Allie’ Beth allowed, almost as if she were coaching the redhead before she slapped her face again. This time she didn’t offer the target easily for Allie, but she was surprised as the redhead went to the belly with a slap first, and then as her guard dropped slightly, slapped her face once more.

Now Allie took the initiative for the first time in the fight as she grabbed Beth in a side headlock and pulled her over towards the corner of the ring. Grabbing Beth’s arm then as she released the headlock, she sent Beth off at pace, back towards her own corner where she hit the turnbuckles with speed. ‘OOOFFF!’ Beth moaned, feeling the impact from that one; ‘OOOFFF!’ she groaned again as she took the secondary impact from Allie with a running splash in the corner. Beth slumped, sliding down the turnbuckles to a seated position before Allie started to ease her back to her feet with a grip under her arms. Beth was slow to her feet, but cunningly tried to catch Allie with a knee to the body; unfortunately for Beth though, Allie trapped her leg up against her and started to move Beth towards centre ring, forcing her to hop on one leg. There she lifted Beth and deposited the blonde at the centre of the ring with a body slam of her own. It seemed the Scottish fighter was warming to her task now, as she dived on to Beth with a splash to knock the wind out of her.

Remembering the ineffectiveness of the schoolgirl pin in the first fall, Allie decided to switch her tactics now, and it was an impressive grapevine that she applied on Beth, spreading her legs wide with some ease. The redhead was a little slow to control Beth’s hands though, pinning one to the mat but finding the other wrapped up in her hair to make her moan with pain. Beth was working hard on the hair, but then she cried out loudly as Allie spread her further in the grapevine. Was the Scottish woman’s wrestling ability starting to break through perhaps? She certainly thought so as she again enquired ‘submit?’

‘OOOWWW….NOOOO!’ Beth replied boldly; her eyes were screwed shut though, showing that Allie’s hold was starting to test her flexibility to the point of submission perhaps.

She still hung in there though, wondering perhaps why Allie was neglecting to shove her big breasts into her face to add a smother to the predicament. Beth groaned loudly again, feeling the strain put on her by the grapevine. She fought the pain again, eyes closed against it as Allie asked her ‘do you submit?’ once more.

‘No’ Beth replied, a shorter response, less confident than she had been of that fact a few seconds earlier. Then her mind turned back again to that question of why Allie didn’t use her breasts to smother her again. A lightbulb moment; it all made sense suddenly to Beth as she recalled the way the redhead had moaned when she’d accidentally brushed her breast lightly with her foot in the previous fall. ‘Sensitive tits!’ Beth thought to herself, suddenly seeing her escape route from the punishing grapevine becoming obvious. She was forced to cry out loudly in pain once more though as Allie ramped up the hold further still, spreading Beth to the point where she would surely have to submit. At that point though, Beth released the hair, and quickly shot her hand inside Allie’s bra to latch on to , and twist, her right nipple fiercely. Even as her fingers had touched Allie’s nipple, Beth had felt her shudder, and when she twisted it, the redhead shrieked loudly ‘Oh my God! OHHHHHH FUCK!’ as she scrambled away from the blonde. Beth smiled, knowing that she hadn’t just imagined it, and that she essentially knew the catfight equivalent of the ‘get out of jail free card’ on Allie now. It was evident that any kind of tit work was going to take quite the toll on the redhead now.

That was the real turning point of the second fall it seemed. Allie had proven she had ability; she was a capable wrestler, but now Beth knew just how to control her with some degree of ease. She showed it again, using a handful of hair and one of Allie’s right breast to bring the loudly protesting redhead to her feet and lead her back to her own corner. As Allie continued to complain, Beth introduced her face first to the top turnbuckle in her own corner, enjoying the way it turned Allie a tiny bit rubber legged for a moment before she spun her back to the turnbuckles. Unable to turn down the chance for mischief, Beth delivered a sharp slap to Allie’s breasts now, enjoying the loud howl of protest it brought. Allie fired back though, showing determination with a slap to the face that actually looked to have Beth rocked for a moment. But then Beth just latched back on to her nipple inside her bra, and forced the redhead to practically dance on her tiptoes simply by holding on to it.

Hardly ideal for a catfighter but something to address later on Beth thought as she now monkey flipped Allie out to the centre of the ring. The redhead landed hard there, and she was still a little winded as Beth dropped into a reverse face sit on her, starting to smother the ailing Scot very effectively. She held that move for a moment longer, content to take her time and make sure it was a highly effective punishment for Allie as she rocked her hips slowly just to add to the sensation for Allie whose feet thrashed at the mat. The redhead may have been almost done, and all it took was one little twist of the right nipple to complete the job, Allie’s loud shriek of anguish and submission clearly audible despite Beth’s heavy face sit on her. A two nil victory for Beth with a degree of ease, but a fight that had been interesting nonetheless.

‘So Allie’ Beth had asked a little while later when they had got changed after the match, ‘you clearly know how to wrestle, but why do you want to be a catfighter?’

‘Well its a long story’ Allie said, ‘but my first match was supposed to be wrestling, but my opponent stole my boyfriend before our match and turned it into a catfight. And that bastard told her all about my sensitive nipples’ she said, clearly a little downcast as she recalled it and confirmed ‘that bitch really worked me over.’

‘That sucks’ Jemma offered, voicing the concerns of all in the room. ‘So you want to learn how to catfight so you can get your own back on that bitch?’ she asked Allie.

‘Well, that’s more or less it, but as you saw, I’m not good at it...and she knows about my tits as well’ Allie shrugged.

‘You’re actually not bad at it at all’ Beth encouraged her now. ‘Sure you could use a bit more, well, cattiness in your style, but you know how to wrestle and you’re strong. That grapevine was painful’ she admitted.

‘But she’ll just go after my tits’ Allie pointed out.

‘That is a bit of a problem’ Jemma agreed, but she pressed on. ‘I think you’ll get more used to it though. In my first couple of matches, anyone went after my pussy and I was hopelessly turned on by it. Now I’m more used to it and it doesn’t get to me in quite the same way usually’ she said.

‘So what you’re saying is, keep letting people maul them until I get used to it?’ Allie laughed now.

‘Kind of’ Jemma smiled also. ‘Happy to help’ she giggled, raising her hands to make two claws.

‘Look Allie’ Beth said now, ‘we can help you if you’d like? We both fight and train together sometimes. If you want to join us when you can, we’ll be happy to work with you. After all, it does sound like that bitch needs a lesson. As does that bastard ex of yours as well quite frankly!’ she pointed out.

‘I’d love that’ Allie agreed, as the group broke up for the afternoon, meaning that Jemma and Beth perhaps had a new training partner.

There was one more surprise to come that afternoon as Karen pulled Jemma aside for a quick chat before left as well. When everyone had gone, Beth asked Jemma ‘what was that all about with Karen?’

‘Oh that?’ Jemma replied casually. ‘Well, I happened to mention our world tour plans to Karen, and she knows someone who might fight me to get things started. Someone who is prepared to pay for a match!’ she told her girlfriend.

‘Sounds good’ Beth agreed. ‘I mean, if we want to do this thing, we’ll need to earn money somehow while we travel. So why not fight for it?’ she smiled.

‘Exactly’ Jemma agreed, ‘and if what Karen says is right, I could get plenty for this one alone. It’s some Swiss woman who has never fought but she’s a keen collector of catfight videos and stuff from all around the world. She wants to try it once, and for some reason Karen thinks she’d like me as her opponent’ Jemma shrugged. ‘I guess I’m famous!’ she chuckled as Beth joined in laughing too.

‘I say go for it babe’ Beth said. ‘We’ll do our research on her, sure. But if she’s serious about it, when are you ever going to get to fight for that much?’ she pointed out.

‘Exactly!’ Jemma agreed, happy that maybe the world tour idea had some legs after all.