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Fight Club Revisited

By Wolfboy

Jemma steps it up against a more experienced opponent

Jemma was keen to keep picking up new matches as she tried to prepare herself for the tour, knowing that hard fights were the ones most likely to provide the money they would need to continue their progress around the world. With that in mind, she had been scouring the sites along with Beth, trying to find tough opposition. They came up with an opponent that had actually been an opponent of Claire’s quite some while back. Maddie was an opponent that had bugged Claire for a fight for quite a while, claiming to the queen of her school fight club. Claire had waited until the then teen had turned 18 before she had beaten her in the school gym in what had been a tough, and pretty even fight. More experienced now, Maddie would be an interesting test for Jemma most likely, but exactly the kind of test she needed ahead of the tour. When she had met Claire in that school gym, she had very much been a fan of limited rules nude fights with a simple intent to force one submission to win.

A little older, perhaps a little wiser, and certainly still knowing her way around a fight, Maddie was quite a formidable opponent for Jemma in many respects. At 5 feet 7 inches, Jemma would tower over her but Maddie was a 140lb powerhouse, standing just 5 feet 1 inch tall. Her body bore a couple of nail marks too from previous fights, a sight that could well intimidate the wrong woman. Jemma though was far from intimidated; she was intrigued by the challenge of taking on this pocket powerhouse. Maddie had no interest in fighting Jemma in a ring however when that was offered, Jemma keen to have a first contest in Debbie’s refurbished basement ring.

‘I’ve never done a ring fight’ Maddie admitted, going on ‘but I know you’ve done fights just on mats. So how about you come here and we can fight in my fight room?’ she had suggested to Jemma.

‘Sure, that’ll work’ Jemma had readily agreed with Maddie. Rules had been discussed, not all that dissimilar to those under which Maddie had fought Claire those years ago. Slaps only to the face, anything goes below the neck, no time limit or breaks and a simple one submission to win. Or as Maddie had put it ‘it’s a fight, so just win by making the other girl quit!’ The main difference it seemed was that Maddie liked her matches to start topless rather than nude these days. Nothing that would concern Jemma unduly anyway; she was always as at home in a tough fight as she was in the more sexual style of fighting sometimes purveyed by her opponents. The other main difference in Maddie seemed to be that she had lost some of her spiky nature off the mats these days; perhaps that would all change on the mats?

Beth and Jemma made the short journey to Maddie’s house to meet the spiky haired blonde for the first time on the day of the match. Maddie would be seconded by a friend, Lianna, just as Jemma would be seconded by Beth. While both received a warm welcome, there was no doubt that Maddie was eyeing up Jemma straight away, perhaps trying to work out what her weaknesses might just be. After a little bit of small talk, the two groups separated for the fighters to change, taking a quick look at the fight room on the way. What that showed was a small room, maybe 8 feet by 10 feet with thin mats on the floor and bare plaster walls painted in white. No door was hung in the door frame, though one leaned up against the wall on the outside of the room, suggesting it had been removed for the fight.

Back in the room they had been given to change in, Beth talked quietly to Jemma, outlining something of a game plan. ‘Look at the size of the room Jem’ she pointed out, ‘she’s going to start quick and try to be all over you. Usually I’d say use your height and keep her at bay, but she’ll be able to close you down quick in there. She looked strong too, so I suspect she’s going to try to grapple with you and use that’ Beth pointed out.

‘I see that’ Jemma smiled, stepping out of her white dress to reveal that she was already prepared for the fight in an emerald green lace thong, which rather than having a conventional waistband, simply had two thin straps that ran across her hips before disappearing between her butt cheeks.

‘Can barely tell that you’re wearing that from behind babe’ Beth laughed.

‘Well, chances are I won’t be once the fighting gets started’ Jemma pointed out. ‘I’m sure she’ll want me naked as soon as she can manage it. So here’s what I’m thinking for strategy’ Jemma continued. ‘She’s going to come after me quick and she’s going to probably try to tie me up against the wall if she can. I don’t think I can stop her so I’m going to try and hurt her in those tight clinches early on. When she starts to tire out, I’ll get her set up and sit on her face. Simple!’ she smirked.

‘Oh, you have it all worked out huh?’ Beth laughed, but in truth there was little more to worry about. Neither had seen Maddie fight other than a couple of short clips. A strategy would need to worked out on the go in the match, once again making it a valuable learning experience for Jemma ahead of their intended tour around the world. It was time to fight; Jemma led the way knowing that Beth would be watching the fight from the doorway, and she found that Maddie was there for her. While Jemma had elected for the thong, the blonde had elected for a pair of black Lycra shorts that clung tightly to her powerful looking thighs. Both were barefoot, both had nails that were not overly long but were clearly still weapons to be used if needed. There were two potential disadvantages for Jemma here as well; she had her long red hair flowing loose making it much easier to grab that Maddie’s short, spiky blonde hair, and there was no doubt a D cup breast was also going to be that bit easier to grab than Maddie’s A cup breasts.

The two fighters entered the room, the two seconds gathered at the door, and it was almost time to fight. Jemma and Maddie circled as Maddie asked her ‘you OK with the rules?’

‘Yeah, they’re fine’ Jemma confirmed, continuing to circle with the blonde.

‘You ready to fight then?’ the blonde enquired now as Jemma nodded, her red hair moving around her shoulders as she did so.

There was no need for any further ceremony then as both stopped circling each other and stood face to face for a second. ‘Bitch!’ Maddie said, rocking Jemma with a heavy slap to the face. ‘Slag!’ Jemma spat back, delivering a slap with equal force to rock the blonde now, and the fight was on as each surged forward, Maddie reaching up to grab Jemma’s hair as Jemma’s fingers searched for a similar grip. Both flailed away to the body with slaps for a fierce opening few seconds, then Maddie’s better grip of the hair, combined with her lower centre of gravity to force Jemma back against the wall. She delivered a sharp slap to Jemma’s cheek, then narrowly failed with a knee to the body which Jemma blocked with her thigh. A slap to the face caught Maddie now, high on the cheek forcing her head to the side for the briefest of moments. Maddie shot back, a chopping downwards punch to the body, landing just above the pretty low waistband of Jemma’s thong. All the time, the blonde held that grip of Jemma’s red hair to help her keep control. In return, Jemma fought for a good grip of the shorter hair of Maddie, but kept firing back with a slap to the face before grabbing Maddie’s right nipple to twist it painfully.

‘Bitch!’ Maddie complained, but went back to that chopping right hand, low to the belly of Jemma. Jemma groaned on taking that, but she didn’t relinquish her grip of Maddie’s nipple, twisting and pulling fiercely to make sure she was hurting the blonde. It showed on Maddie’s face, but the pain was mixed with some fiery determination to punish Jemma at every opportunity as she worked another punch into the body there against the wall. Another knee to the body was attempted by Maddie, blocked again with a raised knee by Jemma who hastily had to defend against another predicament as Maddie tried to kick her standing leg out from under her. Beth held her breath for a second, knowing that if Jemma went down there against the wall, it was likely Maddie would lay into her with abandon. She just about rode the attempt out there though, and took a two handed grip around Maddie’s head to hold her in place to deliver a knee to the side of her own. Then a strong shove to the chest forced Maddie away towards the centre of the room. At range, suddenly the action switched to favour Jemma as she used her height and reach to slap the blonde’s face with a bit of venom when Maddie tried to close the gap. The blonde seemed unperturbed by the stinging slap though, slowly stalking Jemma around the fight confines of the room. It seemed only a matter of time before the distance would be closed down for another furious exchange against one of the walls as Jemma stung Maddie with a slap to the breasts this time.

The fighting at range didn’t favour Maddie; it also didn’t last for very long as she swarmed forward to close the gap on Jemma. This time she paid a price for it though, Jemma cutting off her advance with a sharp kick to the stomach, and behind that move, the momentum of the attack shifted. With Maddie winded, suddenly it was Jemma moving forwards to press home an attack, a flurry of slaps to the body backing the smaller woman up to the wall. Now Jemma was able to get a proper grip of that blonde hair, using it to force Maddie’s head back just a little so that she could clamp her other hand across her throat in a simple choke. Simple or not, it was obviously quite effective judging by the look in Maddie’s eyes; not one of fear, but definite concern writ across the face of the blonde who had been in plenty of fights and knew trouble when she saw it. Here it took the form of the gorgeous redhead in front of her who clearly knew how to fight, but Maddie was quick to fight back too, using those right hands to Jemma’s body. Three of them landed, the first ignored by Jemma, the second of them weakening her choke hold, and the third doubling her up as her hold was broken. She was straightened up quickly by Maddie, with a knee lift up into her breasts, and was immediately rocked back by a punch to the chest.

Maddie kept things going her way, barrelling into Jemma to run her into the opposite wall. That was a hard collision, as was the follow up impact of Maddie’s fist right on the waistband of that green thong. Unerring accuracy on that punch and the one the quickly followed it saw Jemma groan in pain, feeling the air sucked from her body by Maddie’s knuckles. The spiky haired blonde was in tight against her body, crouched a little with one arm around Jemma’s back to keep her under control, while she eyed up the target for a third punch. ‘You little bitch!’ she complained suddenly though as Jemma raked her back with her nails which proved to be effective in stopping Maddie’s assault on her stomach for now. As Maddie’s back arched, Jemma went with an uppercut to the chest to knock the blonde back off her again as the match went around the small room, momentum swinging back and forth. Jemma pushed forward, latching on to Maddie’s nipples in a double twist to force the shorter woman on to her tip toes as she tried to alleviate that sudden jolt of pain. Maddie stunned Jemma though with a thunderous slap to the face and then pushed her back around the room, fists flying as she did so. Jemma suddenly stopped that advance dead, using a knee to the body, and then used a handful of shorts and a handful of hair to turn Maddie around and push her chest first into the wall. Now she struck hard with a kidney punch that made Maddie groan in pain. Sensing that she held the edge suddenly here, she turned the blonde around, chopped hard across her pert little breasts, and then backed up a little so that she could send a kick into to her stomach.

Once again though, the momentum changed, possibly with a decisive swing in Maddie’s favour because she caught Jemma’s foot as it arced towards her belly. On one leg, Jemma was suddenly vulnerable as Maddie stepped into her slightly before delivering a quick kick to the crotch. ‘Mmmnngghhh!’ Jemma moaned before she was sent to that thinly matted floor by a simple sweep of her other leg. For the first time, one woman was down, at the centre of the room, and just as Beth had feared earlier, Maddie went to town on Jemma, burying a stomp to her belly then a kick to her back as she tried to roll away. Such was the size of the room though, there was no real escape to be had and as she rolled to her back, Maddie dropped to her knees and slammed her fists into Jemma’s belly. That had Jemma winded and Maddie quickly straddled her, sitting almost crotch to crotch, low down on Jemma’s body, before she plunged her nails into her breasts drawing a cry of pain from her. This was exactly what Maddie wanted, the bigger woman pinned beneath her, getting punished by a fierce double breast maul. She looked deep into Jemma’s eyes as she pulled and twisted her breasts, making Jemma howl in pain. She didn’t see weakness there, but she knew for sure that she was hurting her as she used her grip to work those big breasts in a wide circle before smashing them back together. ‘Shit…..oowwww!’ Jemma moaned, experiencing that new pain, and she kicked her legs fruitlessly for now at least, hoping to somehow dislodge Maddie.

The blonde was in control, breaking her mauling for a moment to slap Jemma’s face. Then she retook the double breast maul and raised her own butt slightly before dropping back on to her stomach to wind Jemma. She moaned again as Maddie used the grip to smash her big breasts together once more, and there was no question Jemma was in trouble. She reached desperately for Maddie’s nipples again, twisting them fiercely in reply, but the spiky haired blonde held the upper-hand just now. Jemma whined in pain, feeling the hurt that Maddie was inflicting on her as the blonde smiled and taunted ‘what? Big tits can’t take it slag?’

‘Fuck off!’ Jemma replied thinly, trying to twist hard at Maddie’s nipples again, but quickly getting subdued by two heavy slaps to the face. Then Maddie lifted her butt and dropped heavily on to Jemma’s stomach once more. It didn’t matter what kind of shape a fighter was in, that was always going to take something out of any woman, and Jemma groaned, desperately trying to defend her breasts against what she expected to be another round of mauling. Maddie had other plans though for now, shifting her position into more of a cross pin position. She planted the point of her left elbow in Jemma’s left breast, making her groan as she felt it exacerbate the pain she already felt there. Then she started to pull at Jemma’s thong with her right hand, trying to rip and tear it, quickly learning that the thin dual bands at the waist offered more resistance than she had expected. Jemma found that too, but she was a lot less keen on the idea as the garment steadfastly refused to tear, and she howled in pain as it started to cut into her. Jemma’s only defence seemed to be a hand in Maddie’s hair at first, which she used well enough to twist the blonde’s head to the side, but Maddie continued to test the strength of that thong. She was testing Jemma’s resolve too as she cried out in pain. It came almost as a relief to her when the blonde switched tactics, at least until the blonde applied a cruel twisting stomach claw and Jemma shrieked in pain once more.

Beth looked on from the doorway, more than a little concerned her girl was getting slowly beaten down in a one submission match. A tough situation to be in as Jemma moaned loudly in pain once more. ‘Give up!’ Maddie told her, condescendingly adding ‘this is no place for a pretty girl like you!’

‘Nooo!’ Jemma replied firmly, the pain clear in her voice but also an edge to it as she refused Maddie’s demands. What could she do about it though as the powerful blonde continued to maul her? The answer was clear then as Jemma balled up her fist and started to hammer it into the ribs of the spiky haired blonde, landing three times with enough venom before Maddie decided it better to roll clear. It was still the blonde holding all the cards it seemed as she got back to her feet quickly so that she could guide Jemma to her feet by her flowing red hair. Straight into a front headlock too, before she tried for a knee lift up into the breasts. It may have hit home, but Jemma was waiting on it and trapped Maddie’s leg there against her body. Now she pressed forward, forcing the hopping blonde back to the wall as she tried to balance on one leg. Holding the leg may have limited Jemma’s attack options a little, but it did the same to Maddie, preventing her from pumping those hard knees up into Jemma’s body too. Jemma started to dig into the blonde’s ribs again with left hands, each one drawing a groan from Maddie who in turn clung on to the front headlock trying to choke Jemma. A battle of attrition took place, there against the wall for the next two minutes. Jemma’s punches, hard, knuckles thudding as they dug into the blonde’s thick body. Maddie, choking, but never quite able to fully sink the hold in to really punish Jemma enough to stop her. All the time Jemma kept Maddie’s right leg trapped up against her body, and that provided her just the opening to clamp a crotch claw on to the blonde. It may have been applied through the tight shorts Maddie was wearing, but her shriek of pain more than suggested she was feeling it as Jemma went to work on her.

Although Maddie may have shrieked in pain, she didn’t stop fighting. Far from it in fact, as she continued to send punches into Jemma’s body now, making the redhead groan with each impact. She used her nails too, up and down Jemma’s back to give her something more to think about, and it was still far from easy to determine who really held the advantage in that small room. Both fighters were moaning in pain, Jemma’s crotch claw still seeming to be effective enough, and then she abruptly kicked Maddie’s standing leg out from beneath her to drop the blonde to the mat there against the wall. Now Jemma had her chance to punish Maddie, delivering a knee drop to the body that drew a loud groan of pain from the blonde as it landed. There was little question that was a blow to wind Maddie, and Jemma set about looking to finish things off as she dropped on top of the blonde. A handful of that spiky blonde hair held her head in place to be framed by Jemma’s powerful thighs in a reverse ‘69’ head scissors. Two punches landed hard in Maddie’s body from Jemma, further winding the blonde who started to paw and maul Jemma’s butt in return. That earned her a long squeeze in the scissor hold, but didn’t change her mind as she continued to maul regardless of the pain she felt. And the she remembered Jemma’s thong, almost invisible from behind, and she was quick to locate that emerald green fabric where it had disappeared between Jemma’s butt cheeks. Locate it and pull hard, forcing Jemma to shriek ‘you fucking bitch!’ as she felt the remarkably sturdy garment starting to cut into her again.

‘Owwww, you cunt!’ Maddie moaned though as she felt Jemma’s strong legs putting the squeeze on her once more, making the sound of her own blood pumping in her ears intensify with each squeeze. She moaned too as she felt Jemma starting to push her shorts down her legs. Jemma had rightly concluded that those tight Lycra shorts were less use to wedgie Maddie with, but with them out of the way, the chance was there to apply a pussy claw. Maddie shrieked loudly, suddenly finding Jemma’s fingers inside her, cruelly punishing her now. She tried to redouble her efforts with the wedgie to distract Jemma but she was surprised to find the redhead quickly releasing the head scissors and shifting back to sit right on her face. Maddie still had hold of Jemma’s thong, but the shift of position meant that she lacked the leverage to really make the wedgie have any real effect. Meanwhile, Jemma was more than able to keep up the pussy punishment herself from this position of strength, her butt ably muffling Maddie’s pained protests. Now finally Jemma felt control, starting to roll her hips, grinding on Maddie’s face as the blonde started to flail her arms, looking troubled. And Jemma knew that she had her, starting to send punches into the body as well, each one draining Maddie of that little bit more fight as she did it.

‘Give up!’ Jemma admonished the blonde now, telling her ‘you’re trapped, you’re not getting free now!’

It didn’t stop Maddie from trying, but she was unable to bridge free thanks to Jemma’s hand working away between her legs, pressing her body down even as she continued to punish her womanhood. She moaned loudly in pain once again; it wasn’t the pussy attack or body blows that finished her though. Maddie was a tough girl, able to take the pain and try to carry on. What she was unable to deny though was the smothering impact of the face sit she was trapped in. As ever, it didn’t matter how tough someone was when they could no longer catch their breath; Maddie had no choice other than to tap out, and Jemma was quick to roll off her, adjusting her green thong as she did so. A tough victory against a hard fighter beneath her belt was the perfect boost for her as the plans for the tour continued to be mulled over.

Maddie it seemed had matured somewhat as a woman and a fighter since she’d faced Claire those years earlier. ‘Good fight’ she offered, putting her hand out to shake Jemma’s.

‘Thanks’ Jemma replied, instead using that hand to pull her into a hug. ‘You’re very tough, so I had to smother you….sorry!’ she shrugged.

‘Hey, it’s a fight. You did exactly the right thing’ Maddie offered in return.

A little while later, Jemma and Maddie were once again fully clothed, both feeling the exhilaration of having just fought. And Maddie had a surprise for both Jemma and Beth as she told them ‘I have a friend who organises some fights, and they’ve got a huge one coming up out on the business park on the way out of town. They’re getting an MMA fighter and a catfighter to basically fight anything goes style to see who is the tougher bitch. I can get you tickets for it if you want?’ she suggested.

Beth and Jemma took one look at each other, smiled, and said almost in unison ‘can you get us four please...’