Wrestlers Can Fight Too
By Wolfboy
Andrea and Allie both like to wrestle, but they
meet under catfight rules.
What would happen if two wrestlers were thrown together under catfight rules? Would it turn into a catfight, would it become a wrestling match, or would one of the two prove that they were simply more adept at adapting to the rules?
An interesting question, and one that Jemma and Beth were about to find out the answer to as they had pitted Allie Kennedy against Andrea Jansson in a fifteen minute time limit catfight to help Allie with her development as she looked to avenge her painful loss to Angela MacDonald. Allie of course had a background in submission wrestling briefly, before trying out a catfight with Beth and a catfight wrestling match with the New Yorker, Lexi as well. Andrea had a strong background as an Olympic style wrestler in Sweden before coming to the U.K. for university. Here she had partaken in two catfights, losing to Bindi before trouncing Bindi’s friend Gita in her second match. Perhaps that experience made Andrea the favourite here to win, but it was likely to be an interesting fight between the two with neither being a completely natural catfight.
To make the challenge as fair as possible, Beth wouldn’t second Allie, instead acting as ring announcer and time keeper for the challenge fight in Emma’s garage ring. Jemma, resplendent in a black and white top with black hotpants would then referee her first catfight. Now an overly onerous task given the general lack of rules in a catfight. Here today, the two fighters had agreed slaps only to the face, but anything went below the neck. Also agreed was a two minute break between any submissions that might happen in the fight, which promised to be quite intense given the short nature of it.
Both girls stood in their corners now in the ring, eyeing each other with equal parts of curiosity and caution, trying to establish the relative strengths of the other. As they were wearing long robes currently hiding their fighting attire, neither really got the best of looks at the physical prowess of the other before Beth took on her ring announcer role. ‘Ladies, you’re both here to catfight and have agreed to the rules suggested beforehand. Please stick to them. On my right is Allie Kennedy. Allie is 20 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 139lbs and 34Dd-26-36 with a record of 1 win and 2 losses. On my left is Andrea Jansson who is 21 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 142lbs and measures 36DD-24-37 with a record of 1 win and 1 defeat’ Beth continued. Then she looked to both corners and said ‘ladies, would you like to remove your robes and then I’ll hand you over to your referee to get things started’. At that, Beth did as she’d suggested, leaving the ring to leave Allie and Andrea under the charge of Jemma.
Jemma watched both ladies for a moment as robes were unfastened and placed outside the ropes in each corner. She looked to Allie, now standing barefoot in a fairly stylish red thong bikini, her shoulder length red hair just catching the light in the garage, and asked her ‘are you ready?’ Allie nodded, a resolve about her, and then Jemma turned to Andrea and did a double take to find her stripping out of a silver string bikini to fight completely naked. ‘You know it’s not a nude match don’t you Andrea?’ she asked the Swedish girl.
‘Yes’ Andrea smiled, pointing out ‘every time I’ve fought so far I’ve ended up stripped though, so I thought I’d make sure Allie didn’t have chance to do that.’ She looked confident enough about her decision anyway, her powerful yet curvy body, lightly tanned as she stood in her corner shifting from foot to foot. Jemma shrugged….it was Andrea’s choice she reasoned and if it gave Allie more scope to attack, well there was only one person Andrea might blame for that. ‘Fair enough...well if you’re both ready….fight!’ Jemma instructed, and so began what would prove to be a fast paced but short first fall of action. Both girls quickly traded slaps to the body and face in the opening fifteen seconds before Allie tried to use her slightly better ring experience to back Andrea up to the ropes to shoot her to the opposite side of the ring. That worked well for Allie, but she had less success in following up with her intended shoulder tackle. With momentum behind her, Andrea’s powerful but curvaceous build saw her run Allie over, flattening the Scotsgirl to the mat where she rolled to her belly. From there, Andrea was all business, dropping down to straddle Allie’s back. Quickly she showed very well that she understood how to control a woman as well, ensnaring Allie’s legs in something of an inverted grapevine to give her that element of control here. Allie was flattened to the mat on her belly, legs spread a little, just to make sure she was going nowhere, and face down as she was, the naked Swede had her back. Importantly too, Andrea showed that she was adapting well to the world of catfighting now, grabbing Allie’s hair in her left hand without a second thought so that she could pull her head and chest clear of the mat. Less than one minute into the fight then, Allie would find herself in a world of trouble as the blonde snaked her right arm tightly in around the throat of the Scottish redhead. Allie’s eyes immediately went wide as she felt that constricting grip of the powerful Swede, her hand going to the arm to try and pull it loose.
‘Submit?’ Andrea asked quietly now as Allie found no give at all in the tight choke hold.
‘There was the briefest moment of resistance from Allie as she tested the tightness of the choke once more. Then she tapped the mat and rasped ‘I submit!’ in response to Andrea’s previously posed question, gaining instant release as she dropped to a 1-0 deficit after little more than a minute of fighting. Andrea was back to her corner quickly, confident in how she’d opened the fight, and anxious for the 2 minutes break called by Jemma to be over before Allie had regained her confidence and composure. The Scotsgirl worked her head and neck around as she walked back to her corner having felt the undoubted power of the Swede. More so, she had felt the ground fighting ability the blonde possessed, and realised she couldn’t afford for the fight to go to the mats on anything other than her own terms if she was going to be successful. Easier said than done, but the red clad Scotsgirl rejoined the battle against the stark naked Swede with just under 14 minutes left on the clock to try and solve the puzzle in front of her.
Allie set about that cautiously, at distance and hoping to get Andrea, who probed for a chance to use another take down, to commit and make an error. Andrea was a patient enough fighter, though Allie quickly found a target, delivering a stinging right handed slap to her left cheek as she crouched a little, coming in like a wrestler. Allie was too slow to grab her hair though, allowing Andrea to get out of range and rethink for a moment. Her strategy remained largely the same though as she came back in with that same low crouch, probing and taking a couple more slaps to the face as she did. The status quo evidently suited Allie for now, as she was still on the defensive despite the deficit in the score. She was perhaps still the one trying to fathom out her opponent a little more so that she could work out how to get the edge on her. As was often the case, that chance presented itself more by chance than design as Andrea dropped down and looked to secure Allie’s right leg in her grasp so that she could take her down. This time, Allie was nimble enough to avoid the attempt, skipping out of range and then she herself dropped, catching Allie with a clubbing forearm across the shoulders. Control for Allie then, secured with a good handful of that thick flowing blonde hair that she hastily used to return Allie to her feet, and lead her back towards her own corner of the ring.
Allie quickly demonstrated that controlling the hair was like controlling the head as she delivered Andrea face first to the top turnbuckle. That was a new experience for the Swedish woman who found herself still a little dazed as Allie spun her by her shoulder and then buried her own shoulder into her body there against the turnbuckles. Finding her butt lifted on to the middle turnbuckle for a moment by that shoulder, Andrea tried to grab for Allie’s body, hoping to bring the redhead in tight to her for a moment. Once again though, Allie demonstrated a certain nimbleness to avoid it and it was she that leaned her own body into Andrea to press her into the corner. This was a good show of control from Allie who cracked a slap into Andrea’s thick, powerful thigh, and then looked to target her with a grab and twist of the nipple. In this close proximity, there was no doubt that Andrea found herself at a disadvantage being naked. While Allie still may not have been fully up to speed as a catfighter, this was pure instinct at finding herself with so many well presented targets. As Andrea moaned loudly with Allie’s fingers starting to torture her a little, in turn, the Swede showed that she may not have been a natural catfighter either just yet, but she was more than prepared to mix it in with her wrestling skills, grabbing a handful of Allie’s red hair. Pulling hard, she forced Allie’s head back as her face took on a pained expression at the Swedish blonde’s counterattack.
Allie twisted the nipple hard again, unable to see the effect it was taking on Andrea just yet as the blonde bit her own lip to stop from crying out in pain. She knew she was preventing Allie from seeing the pain that she was causing thanks to her hair pulling attack at least. That may have been the case, but there was nothing that she could do yet to stop Allie’s body boring in to her against the turnbuckles, pinning her there effectively for a short punch to the stomach. Andrea gasped as it landed, but her well toned abs were more than able to handle that blow; she increased the ante of her own hair pulling though, making Allie protest loudly as she tried to free herself from the corner. Allie twisted a little to try and get in place to retake her nipple attack and Andrea shoved her body into the redhead, creating enough momentum to trip Allie a little, forcing the redhead to stumble away, and she was free of the corner. The tempo of the action didn’t falter though, with both fighters starting to slap away to body and face with increasing enthusiasm; perhaps both wrestlers were starting to become catfighters after all.
Despite that, the ability to wrestle was never far from the surface with either, and it was Andrea forced to defend this time as Allie got behind her when she ducked under a slap. Immediately, she waist locked Andrea, hoping to use the grip to ride the blonde down to the mat. Andrea was quick to defend that, and her hands went to Allie’s and started to slowly prise them apart. This time, the Scotsgirl was a step ahead, breaking off and delivering a resounding smack to Andrea’s naked butt, the sound of which reverberated around the garage. Even as an impartial referee, Jemma couldn’t hide the smile on her face at the report of palm on ass, and Allie looked to capitalise on a slightly surprised Andrea, puling her into a side headlock. She managed that smoothly enough with the help of a handful of blonde hair, but no sooner had she managed that, and released the hair, then Andrea backed out of the hold, pinning Allie’s arm up her back in a hammerlock. ‘Owwww’ Allie moaned lightly, then ‘OWWWW!’ as Andrea broke off the hold and repaid her with a resounding smack to the butt of her own, leaving a visible hand print on Allie’s pale skin. As Allie recoiled from that, Andrea turned her loose, smiling as she circled the redhead as if to say ‘ I can play that game too…’
The fight continued now, a little more urgency shown by Allie with a flurry of slaps that Andrea had to defend, a little on the back foot, before she rocked Allie in return with one, perfectly delivered, to the cheek. Allie was frozen in place for a moment, just long enough to get bowled to the mat by a running clothesline by the fast onrushing Swede who looked to quickly up the temps again and start to work on Allie. She was into that red hair quickly to encourage Allie up from the mat, only to hastily send her back there with a forearm smash across the breasts. Again, Allie didn’t get to stay down for long, finding herself pulled back up, and this time sent into the corner with more of a push than an Irish Whip. She bumped into the corner turnbuckles chest first, not with a devastating impact by any means, but she turned and instantly found herself rolled over Andrea’s hip, dropping her back to the mat hard. Andrea again allowed her no respite, dropping into a splash across her body to wind Allie, before she quickly floated across Allie’s body to trap her in a grapevine. If there was one place where Allie was no match physically for Andrea, it was in leg power, and the naked Swede spread her with ease. Allie reached for Andrea’s butt, pawing roughly at it, hoping to distract her and reduce the leg power applied to the grapevine. In response, Andrea turned Allie’s face to the side and pressed a hand to her cheek, pinning her there, while her other hand squeezed Allie’s breasts through her red top. Allie was in trouble from the grapevine primarily though; Andrea’s thighs had her completely overpowered, and she moaned loudly as her legs were steadily but unerringly spread wider and wider by Andrea.
‘Submit?’ Andrea asked as Allie whined ‘noooo!’, clearly suffering in the hold as she hand no answer to Andrea’s power other than slapping at her ass. ‘Pack that in and submit’ Andrea suggested firmly, adding some more power to the grapevine just to prove to the beleaguered Allie that she could spread her beyond the point of no return when she wanted. It was enough; Allie cried out ‘I submit!’ and the fight was 2-0 in Andrea’s favour with about 5 minutes to go as Jemma declared another two minute break. Again, Andrea returned to her corner, looking like she was having a nice gentle workout without giving any real hint of the challenge Allie was presenting her with here. Andrea may not have been a natural catfighter just yet, but she had the athletic prowess to make her a tough proposition for anyone. In contrast, Allie knew how to wrestle, was learning how to fight, but it seemed couldn’t match the physical abilities of the naked Swede. But was that the key? Could Allie do something more to take advantage of the fact Andrea had chosen to fight her naked? She would have to get to Andrea, fluster her and break her control, but then, if she could do that, maybe it could be possible.
Jemma called the fight to continue now, a shade under 5 minutes left on the clock for Allie to have an impact on events. She started out though in a similar style to the previous round of action it seemed, cautiously probing with slaps that landed occasionally while Andrea pressed forward in her slight crouch, looking for the opening to take Allie down. This time, the Swede failed to watch her opponent’s eyes; Allie may have been slapping to the face, but her eyes were spending plenty of time watching the feet and body of the Swede, trying to time her movements. That came to fruition for Allie as Andrea unwittingly stepped into her trap, and found her foot stamped on by Allie in a clever move to totally surprise the athletic blonde. Andrea hopped for a moment, and Allie nailed her with a big forearm smash across the chest to send her reeling into the ring ropes. Now Andrea was unprepared for the recoil from the ropes that saw her rebound back towards Allie who was waiting on her to monkey flip her a little untidily, to the centre of the ring. It was a case of now or never for Allie who had to strike while things were in her favour here, and she did so with aplomb, hurling herself on to Andrea with a full body splash. The Swede may have been well toned but the impact of 139kbs of flying Scotsgirl took her breath away with a gasp and Allie knew just how to capitalise, moving quickly into a reverse schoolgirl pin sat high on her chest. She didn’t stay in that position for long though, just for long enough to grab Andrea’s blonde hair to make sure her face was presented perfectly for the reverse face sit that she shifted into quickly. Now Allie released the hair, and suddenly, she had Andrea’s toned but naked body laid out in front of her, ready to attack.
Allie clapped a couple of heavy handed slaps across Andrea’s breasts now, hearing the muffled moans of protest beneath her butt, before Andrea’s attempt at a counter played right into her hands. Andrea swung her legs up, trying to wrap them around Allie, hoping that the power there would enable her to dislodge the Scottish fighter. Allie batted those legs away at the first attempt, before planting a heavy blow with her right fist into Andrea’s stomach, testing her abs. The Swede groaned again but tried to shrug it off, knowing she needed out from beneath the smothering face sit, so she swung her legs up again, and this time, Allie accepted them around her, leaning to counter Andrea’s attempts to dislodge her. She had the Swede folded and vulnerable suddenly; while clothing would have offered her a limited level of defence, Andrea of course wore none and paid the price as Allie showed she was learning well under the coaching of Jemma and Beth. She showed no hesitation in getting her fingers inside Andrea, stopping only for a quick tug on the neat triangle of blonde hair between her legs, before she started to work her pussy, sensually for the briefest of moments. She may have had a plan to work Andrea for longer in that way given the time, knowing it might heighten the effect. But time wasn’t on her side here, so, as Beth looked on approvingly from the outside, Allie switched her attack from sensual to pain as she applied the crotch claw.
‘OWWWWW….YOU BITCH!’ Andrea protested, voice louder now despite the smothering power of Allie’s butt.
‘Should
have worn some panties, silly girl!’ Allie taunted, working her fingers again as
she demanded ‘submit!’
‘No I don’t submit…..OWWWW!’ Andrea protested again now, trying to resist the pain as Allie worked her fingers again. ‘OWWWWW…..OWWWW….I can’t breathe!’ Andrea moaned now, troubled by the combined attacks.
‘Then submit silly!’ Andrea told her, confidently holding her position in total control of the skilled Swedish wrestler now, and mauling her pussy again. That drew a long shriek of anguished pain from Andrea now, but not yet one of submission. She may have been in trouble but she was resilient enough to try and hold out that little bit longer. In the end, it was the smothering face sit rather than the pain Allie’s crotch claw was causing her that forced the submission. That inability to breathe always trumped a high pain threshold which it appeared like Andrea clearly had, and she was forced to tap at the mat in submission. Again Jemma called for the two minute break, and this time it was Andrea who needed it, hungrily gulping in air down on the mat for a moment before she was back in her corner well before Jemma called for a resumption in the action. Time was low for Allie to make an impact, but suddenly the hunter in Andrea had become the hunted, hobbling a little where Allie had stamped on her foot cleverly while the redhead swarmed forward with a barrage of slaps landing all over Andrea’s upper body. Blonde hair was grabbed, red hair clutched in counter, as Andrea grimly hung on, gasping as Allie applied a fierce nipple twist late on in the fight. Andrea gritted her teeth, face betraying her pain as she clung on to the top rope, knowing that her grip there made sure she wouldn’t be easily taken to the mat. And there lay the crux of the problem in these final seconds for Allie. She was on top, but she lacked the wherewithal to take Andrea down to the mat, where just maybe, she could have found the initiative to grind another submission out of Andrea and even up the scoring.
It was not to be though as the timer in the garage sounded, almost drowned out by a loud cry of pain from Andrea at the same time as Allie continued to molest her right nipple harshly. For today, the Swede’s ability and then high pain threshold had just about won the day. But there was no doubt it had been an improved performance by Allie who was slowly learning the ropes. Maybe in truth, both women had impressed in their own ways, but it was Andrea whose arm Jemma raised in victory!