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Muay Thai Maul

By Wolfboy

Jemma and Beth’s tour around the world takes it’s first stop in Thailand

So, finally, after month’s of planning, countless hours of soul searching to decide if it was definitely the right thing to do, and finally the chance set up with Jenni that had really provided them with the funds, Jemma and Beth were ready to set off around the world. We dropped them both off at Manchester Airport for the first leg of their journey which would take them to Thailand. We knew that their plan didn’t involve a fight in their first destination, but that plan, like so many, didn’t last much beyond their first few hours of exploring Bangkok.

‘Well look at this!’ Jemma had enthusiastically exclaimed to Beth, pointing at the sign outside what seemed at the first glance to just be a normal bar in the city. ‘Fighters wanted. Double paid for western girls to take on local champions!’

‘You don’t need to fight yet babe’ Beth reminded Jemma. ‘Remember, we have enough funds for this and the next leg of the trip already…’

‘I know, I know’ Jemma agreed, but she went on ‘we don’t know how easy it will be to find other fights though, and here’s one staring us in the face. I’m western too you know…..I’ll get double pay’ she smiled.

And Beth couldn’t really argue with Jemma’s logic in the end. There was no point waiting until their funds had almost run dry before looking for a fight, when one was on hand, ready to help top their funds up straight away. ‘Well then’ Beth admitted, ‘we’d best go in and find out what’s what then, hadn’t we?’

So Jemma led the way through the entrance of the bar, from the bright sunlight and the heat of the street to the comparative coll of the darker interior. A comparative cool that Beth quickly realised wouldn’t last once the place was packed out with an excited crowd watching a fight. The bar wasn’t air conditioned after all, it was purely that at this time, it was an empty and relatively dark space. She took in the surrounds while Jemma made a beeline for someone standing behind the bar before telling them ‘I’m a fighter. I’ll take on one of your local girls!’

‘You want beer? OK!’ the apparently slightly confused barman replied, turning to the fridge as Beth chipped in ‘make it two!’

‘Ummm…..sure, thanks’ Jemma said, now convinced that she hadn’t been understood. ‘I want to fight….’ she said slowly, a little uncertainly.

‘Yes’ the barman smiled. ‘Fight’ he said, making claw like motions with his hands and laughing.

‘I think he gets it Jem’ Beth laughed, ‘he’s just messing with you babe!’

‘Oh…..right’ Jemma said, blushing just a little and taking a pull on the ice cold bottle of beer in her hand.

‘Yes, messing with you’ the barman smiled now. ‘You come back here at 7pm and we will find you a fight’ he told Jemma.

‘How much do I get paid?’ Jemma asked him now, keen to know what she was going to be fighting for.

‘You? Main event girl like you? 25,000 bhat a round. Three rounds. 25,000 bhat bonus if you win’ he said.

‘Oh cool! I’ll be back at 7pm’ she beamed before exploring the bar a little more with Beth. ‘Babe’ she whispered to her girlfriend, ‘how much is 25,000 of these bhat things worth?’

‘It’s about £500 Jem, maybe a little bit more’ Beth replied, showing Jemma her phone screen where she had been searching for exactly that information. ‘Don’t you worry your pretty little head….I won’t let you fight for peanuts. You’re way too hot for that!’ she smiled.

The two girls explored the bar a little more now, realising that they didn’t see a ring or fighting mats anywhere in there, despite the pictures that seemed to show plenty of action in this venue. A look of slight puzzlement was apparent on both of their faces until they noticed the barman grinning broadly and pointing straight up with his right index finger. ‘It’s upstairs; the room looks identical, just with a ring in it’ he explained.

‘Ahh…..got it’ Jemma smiled, continuing to look at the pictures around the walls of various women in action at the bar. ‘Hey!’ Jemma suddenly exclaimed, ‘isn’t that Suki Yammamoto in this picture Beth?’ she asked, pointing to one of a Japanese woman fighting what looked to be a European blonde.

‘It definitely looks like her’ Beth said, then noting a hand reaching for the blonde’s crotch in the picture. ‘Definitely her style too’ she pointed out to Jemma.

‘That it is’ Jemma agreed, ‘that it is…. Remind me and I’ll ask mum to check with her’ she said to Beth. The two girls continued to explore the bar for a little while longer, finishing off their beers, before they ventured back out into the heat, convinced it had got even hotter in the twenty minutes they’d been inside. They headed back to the hotel, Beth reasoning that Jemma needed to be at her freshest, well rested, for the style of fight that she might face that evening. That was a conundrum in itself, but Beth thought it was probably one that would be easy enough to remedy. While Jemma relaxed indoors, she went out on to the small terrace of their room, Googled the name of the bar, and started to flick through the videos, focussing particularly on the fights that were relatively few and far between, that showed a Thai girl taking on a western girl.

Half an hour of research told her enough to be able to help Jemma form a game-plan for the evening. The fights were often topless, with the Thai girls universally wearing Muay Thai style outfits, while the western women were in all manner of styles. The fights were barefoot, and in rough terms, seemed to fall somewhere in a mix of catfighting and Muay Thai. Interestingly, while some fights were bare fisted, and others saw them wearing MMA gloves, there were a couple where they wore one boxing glove and had one hand free for grappling, grabbing and mauling. When the fight went to ground, she saw that it was allowed to continue for a period of time by the referee, providing both girls were fighting hard. If a fighter was knocked down and their opponent remained standing, the standing fighter was allowed one shot at them, to the body, with either a kick, knee, elbow or punch. Fights, she eventually concluded, could be won via knockout or submission, or in the event of one going the distance, by which fighter the crowd cheered loudest for at the end. On that bases, impressive attacks that were also highly effective were probably the strategy to take. Jemma could do all the in-fighting she liked in a clinch, but one flashy move might just outscore it in the eyes of the spectators.

That viewing session at least meant that Jemma was aware of the type of fighters she might face at the bar when they arrived there that evening just before 7pm. Jemma carried her fight gear with her in a tiny bag, which just betrayed how small the fight attire was as much as anything else really. They were shown upstairs by a different barman and passed on to an older man who was, it appeared, in charge of getting the women paired off to fight. His aim it seemed was to pair the women well, based on their physical attributes, and he eyed Jemma up for a moment before he declared ‘Lawan Malee!’, and from a room at the side of the main fight area, a Thai girl appeared. Evidently this was the aforementioned Lawan Malee, and she bowed to the man, then to Jemma before going back to that room, that was presumably a changing area for the local fighters.

‘Fight in one hour’ the man told Jemma, pointing to a changing area on the opposite side of the room. Jemma and Beth both headed in that direction, but stopped to take in the action in the slightly weather-beaten old ring that had odd bits of tape patching it’s canvas and covering the ring ropes where the original covering had worn off, presumably as a result of so many bodies rubbing into it. A fight was just entering it’s second round there, in this case with two fighters going at it bare fisted. A rangy looking blonde, possibly Scandinavian was fighting a local girl, who while not a match for her physically, was getting the better of things. A jab would land to the chest, the blonde would back up, a front kick pushed out from the Thai girl pushing her further on to the back foot. Jemma recognised it for what it was; the blonde was being walked down by a woman who was a better, more experienced fighter who was almost toying with her. In the clinches, the Thai girl was all elbows and knees, as well as harsh breast grabs that made the blonde cry out in pain. Then she would roll her over her hip to the mat and step back; she didn’t follow up, clearly preferring to be able to take her time as she had control. The blonde struggled back to her feet, breathing hard, but gamely trying to fight back only for the pattern to continue throughout the round. She looked exhausted as the four minute round ended and there was still one more round for her to endure.

Now Beth and Jemma were transfixed a little by the action, figuring the blonde to not really be a fighter, but maybe someone who had thought it would be foxy boxing, and a way to earn some money. She’d run into something of a buzz saw in a real fight for the first time in her life but was hanging in gamely against an opponent who had probably been told to make the fight go into round three, given how she hadn’t followed up with the blonde grounded. The final round wouldn’t last long though, her Thai opponent now freed from her concerns about making the fight last into the final round. The blonde gamely came forward, tired arms not really helping to defend her from the jab to the chest, followed by the front kick to the body that folded her up for a second and into a knee to the face. Now she was rocked back to the ropes, into a clinch, the Thai girl showing her skills in close again, mauling, delivering a couple of knees to the body, then crashing home an elbow to the jaw that dropped the blonde to all fours. An axe kick followed, to the middle of the back, knocking the blonde flat to the canvas, and it was clear that the count wasn’t going to beaten by the over-matched blonde.

‘Tough fights’ Beth said to Jemma, as they turned away to enter the changing area. ‘A different style too. Very much Muay Thai with mauling thrown in . You’ll have to be on your guard babe’ she told her girlfriend.

‘I see it’ Jemma admitted, ‘but I’m more of a fighter than that blonde, and maybe I have some tricks up my sleeve that they’ve not seen before. They might have to fight my style instead of their own…’ she suggested.

‘Oh I’m sure you do, and that’s definitely a good plan’ Beth smiled, ‘but it does look like you’ll have to be earning your money tonight.’

There was no question about that, but Jemma was confident as she got herself ready, in the zone to fight in the old ring out in the bar. A bar that Beth was able to confirm was now a moving mass of people, standing shoulder to shoulder to watch the fights. Another factor then that could work against Jemma; the hot and humid atmosphere even hotter due simply to the body heat of several hundred people in that relatively small room. Almost ready for action, Jemma stood in the centre of that changing room, wearing just a small pair of tight, lime green hotpants, and a matching sports bra that she would remove before she went into the ring. Beth grabbed a hair tie from her pocket and hastily fashioned Jemma’s flame red hair into a ponytail now, telling her ‘hers will be tied up so there’s no point in letting her grab your hair that easily. You’re playing her game after all so let’s not making it easy for her.’

‘Good idea babe’ Jemma smiled, then the conundrum got a little more tricky for her as the older gentleman in charge of the fights came in carrying tape and one boxing glove. It appeared Jemma would be fighting in a match with one glove and one bare fist. Not ideal for a catfighter it would seem, but the man turned away almost immediately though, before returning a moment later now with a glove that matched Jemma’s green outfit almost perfectly. Then he expertly wrapped Jemma’s left hand and helped her to put the boxing glove on. He held his hand up, inviting Jemma to punch into so that she could test the glove out which she did, once in a tentative style then two more times more fluidly. ‘Good’ the man said; not really a question, but one that Jemma answered anyway with a nod of her head, replying ‘yes….good’

‘Five minutes’ he said, then left the room so that only Jemma and Beth remained. Any one else who had been in the ‘guest’ changing room had fought and lost to their Thai opponents, and had now gone, either back to their hotels, or back out into the bar to watch the last fight of the evening. Alone, Jemma sheepishly asked ‘err…..Beth…..babe, can you take my top off for me please? I don’t think I can grip it properly to do it with this thing on!’ as she waved the hand encased in the lime green boxing glove.

Beth rolled her eyes and stepped in front of Jemma, grabbing the hem of the top to pull it up, releasing Jemma’s D cups from captivity. Jemma’s arms rose, allowing the lime green garment to be removed completely. Then her arms came to rest on Beth’s shoulders as she told her ‘love you babe’, then kissed her passionately, a clinch that they were still in when the older man came back in to ask Jemma ‘you ready now?’

‘Ummmm…..sure’ Jemma smiled, disentangling herself from Beth and leading the way to the ring to a huge cheer from the locals in the crowd. It seemed that the busty redhead had already made quite an impression on them before the action even started. She slipped through the ropes, waved her gloved left hand to them, then wisely leaned against the corner post rather than expend too much energy in the heat. Quickly her Thai opponent, Lawan Malee, entered the ring on the other side, also topless and wearing a pair of Muay Thai shorts, mainly in black but with gold and red logos and trim. Her boxing glove was red and gold and on her left hand too, something Beth noted, and leaned in to whisper to Jemma. ‘Her glove is on her left hand. Every fight I saw on the videos this afternoon, if the Thai girl wore one glove, then it’s always on their lead hand that they punch to the face with. If they throw a combination, the second is always a slap or an elbow from the opposite side depending on their range. It’s like every single one of them is trained to so the same thing Jem’ she said.

‘Gotcha babe’ Jemma said. Her gaze still evenly on Lawan Malee across the ring as the referee doubled up as the ring announcer with a microphone now. Talking in Thai, Jemma didn’t really grasp much of what he said, other than when he said her name and she waved that gloved fist to the crowd once more. Had she understood more, she would have realised that the tale of the tape had Lawan Malee as a good physical match for her. 5 feet 6 inches tall, 149lbs, 36D-26-37 were her measurements, and her fight record was one of many fights, and wins, given that she fought here almost every evening.

Then he pointed out to both corners of the ring to check each woman was ready, and the fight began with the chime of a bell. Three rounds of four minutes each, a short fight to Jemma, but in a hot climate, so she paced herself carefully, circling away from the gloved hand of her Thai opponent for a moment before she landed the first punch of the fight with a looping left hand to Lawan Malee’s shoulder. No real impact on the Thai girl whose strategy remained the same as she looked to walk Jemma into a corner, all the time, her front leg lifting and dropping as she measured her chances of getting a quick kick off. Patiently though, she resisted, taking another left jab to the breasts this time from Jemma, shrugging it off and continuing to press slowly forward. Jemma slapped her now, straight in the face, with her right hand and finally that pushed Lawan Malee into action with a stiff left jab to Jemma’s face that snapped her head back. Jemma stepped in though, rather than moving away, surprising Lawan Malee whose follow up slap was aimed at a position a good foot behind Jemma’s head now, and it came to a stop as her forearm met Jemma’s shoulder. Jemma then finished that engagement on top, using her close proximity to slash the nails of her right hand across Lawan Malee’s body, just above the waistband of her shorts. She skipped out of range again then as the Thai fighter let out a surprised cry of pain as she discovered her redheaded opponent knew just how to fight dirty in the opening moments.

Lawan Malee was not distracted from the matter at hand though; here at the bar she fought regularly against girls who would resort to such tactics. Usually it came when they were under pressure though, desperate to stop a beating they were taking. Jemma had gone there early though, suggesting a different kind of fighter she realised. Lawan circled some more with Jemma, jabs flicked out with the gloved fists as still the movements of the Thai woman suggested she wanted to deliver the front kick. Instead she used it as a decoy though, cleverly making Jemma bring her hands down to defend the stomach kick. The kick went to the inside of the calf instead, rocking Jemma’s balance a little, and then sending a hard left hook into the jaw that saw Jemma looking rocked for the first time. She remembered what Beth had told her about the elbow, blocking the attempted follow up, but they fell into a clinch with Jemma’s arms higher around Lawan Malee’s shoulders. The Thai woman had her grip a little lower, gloved fist around the back, while her bare hand immediately went to Jemma’s right breast, twisting the nipple harshly and she sunk in to maul her. There was a little moan of pain from Jemma who felt that maul, and Lawan Malee taunted ‘ooohhhhh….you don’t like?’, immediately upping her efforts. Jemma was into her dark hair though straight away, taking advantage of Lawan Malee fighting with her hair down, earning a surprised moan in return as her head was forced back.

That clinch continued for a moment more along the ring ropes, each with their backs to it for brief moments as they went towards a corner and Lawan Malee brought a knee into play. Finally, after rubbing the palm of her boxing glove into Jemma’s face, she looked for a throw and found another surprise as Jemma defended it very effectively before kicking her legs out from under her and it was the Thai girl forced to scramble clear as her butt hit the canvas. The crowd cheered for Jemma, enjoying the way she’d taken the fight to Lawan Malee effectively so far, as the two women circled again, Jemma careful to move away from the right, thinking that was where the Thai’s more powerful shots would come from. ‘Stop running’ Lawan Malee taunted, hoping to goad her challenger in to a mistake, but Jemma wasn’t easily fooled into anything by her. Instead, the Thai woman elected to stick to Muay Thai for the remainder of the first round, while she tried to work out the puzzle Jemma posed her. It wasn’t exactly Jemma’s game, but she held her own through the rest of the round, taking a few more punches than her opponent, but nothing serious before Lawan Malee landed a kick to the body just on the bell. That might have troubled Jemma a bit more had it landed earlier in the round, but as it was, she returned to her corner, happy enough with how round one had gone for her.

‘OK so far babe’ Beth said, giving her girl a quick peck on the cheek as she sat down in the corner. ‘I call it fairly even so far, and the crowd seem to like you more. She wants to try and box with you now. I don’t think that clinching and mauling quite worked out as she’d expected it to’ Beth pointed out.

‘Fuck me, it’s hot in here!’ Jemma laughed, finally having caught her breath in the corner. ‘But yeah, I saw her change tactics in the round. I need to persuade her in closer and grapple I think, boxing is definitely in her favour’ Jemma said, astutely enough.

‘I guess so, but hang in there babe. Remember the crowd like you; that might matter’ Beth said as the referee started to signal to both corners to get ready. There was a chime from the bell and both ladies came back from their corners, Jemma’s lime green hotpants already a shade darker where sweat had soaked into them. Once more, Lawan Malee was set in the role of stalker as Jemma circled away; once more as well, Jemma surprised her with a sharp jab to the face too as she stepped in to and then out of range smartly. The Thai woman shook her head a little; was she trying to clear it a little, or maybe just show Jemma that she wasn’t hurt by the punch? Whatever it was, Jemma refused to be baited in, and took her time to try and pick a spot with another jab. This time, Lawan Malee was waiting on her though, blocking to parry Jemma’s shot to the side, spinning her off balance just enough to open her right side up to a left hook to the body. Jemma clinched for a second, and paid again with a knee to the stomach that winded her further and Lawan Malee pushed her off to land with a jab to the face, it’s effect limited as Jemma was right at the extent of her range when it landed, just firmly brushing her face.

Still, she needed to catch her breath from the two hard body blows and Lawan Malee wasn’t going to allow that easily, jabbing to the breasts this time, all the time using her fists to measure range as Jemma was forced on to the defensive for now. The pawing jabs were starting to find their range increasingly, two or three range finders landing for each one Jemma was landing. The Thai was warming to her task in round two, in the tumultuous heat and raucous atmosphere that accompanied the last fight of the evening. Slowly, Jemma was being corralled towards her own corner of the ring by the boxing skills of Lawan Malee. The local girl showed that she could get catty too, delivering a slap to Jemma’s breast that she hastily converted to a nipple grab to pull Jemma close and on to a left hand to the pit of the stomach. Jemma groaned, her body sagging a little into Lawan Malee who used both hands to shove Jemma against the corner pad, not wanting to clinch. Now she unloaded on Jemma, a left to the face, raking right hard to the stomach, back to the left uppercut, and than a right elbow, swung and just about blocked by Jemma. She was reeling and Lawan Malee got a knee into the body before Jemma slashed at her belly with her nails in desperate defence before a front kick folded her to the mat on her hands and knees. The Thai woman took advantage of her allowed shot on the floor, sending a knee into the ribs and then she was ushered back to allow a count to start.

Jemma was looking at Beth and made her girlfriend laugh when she stuck her tongue out at her before levering herself upright by the ropes. Evidently Jemma, though caught well by Lawan Malee, wasn’t hurt badly, though she leaned back against the ropes, doing her best to look exhausted as the fight restarted. It was convincing enough to bring the Thai woman straight in, Jemma’s arms low at her side allowing Lawan Malee’s left hand to pancake her right breast with a stiff shot. Jemma had decided not to play by the Thai’s rules any more though, and in reply, she caught the unsuspecting local fighter with a kick to the crotch., her silken boxing shorts doing little to soften the blow that left her rooted to the spot in shock and pain. Now Jemma came off the ropes and used a clothesline to send Lawan Malee to the mat. It may not have been wrestling in name, but the rules allowed a lot of latitude for both women to fight however they wanted, and as the crowd cheered the shift in momentum in favour of their favourite, Lawan Malee was the fighter on the floor, taking a heel stomp to the belly from Jemma before a count began.

Now it was the Thai woman who needed to show she was tough as she tried to fill her lungs before she made it to her feet near the end of this second round. Spurred on by the crowd now, Jemma pressed forward, wondering if she might be able to finish Lawan Malee only to quickly get corralled into a clinch by the veteran of many such fights. It was a wise more, but there was still plenty of action in the clinch with both women going straight for the breasts to maul the other there while their gloved hand was behind the back of the other, ensuring there was no easy way to break free. Lawan Malee used her knee well into Jemma’s side, Jemma made her curse in return as she stepped on her toes, grinding her heel in. Both went for knees as she breast mauling continued. Lawan Malee looked troubled, her head seeming to loll forward onto Jemma’s shoulder. A second later her intent became clear, she was biting Jemma’s shoulder causing the redhead to whine in pain before sending a knee lift straight into Lawan Malee’s crotch. For the second time in the round, the Thai woman was frozen in place by the crotch shot and Jemma arced a perfect left hook into her jaw, flooring her as the bell rang and the crowd roared in approval of her work again.

Jemma was back to her corner before Lawan Malee had made it back to her feet and she was confident that she maybe had the Thai under control now. As Beth towelled Jemma off, lightly soaking up the rivulets of sweat that ran down her body in the hear, tracing her curves as she breathed deeply, she gave Jemma a moment before delivering some good advice. ‘Keep fighting her just like that babe. She’s not really sure what’s hitting her at the moment so I think that’s the way to win now.’

‘Still fucking hot in here!’ Jemma smiled, ‘but yeah, she’s not defended against it yet, so it’s starting to get to her. Getting crotch kicked usually does to be fair’ she smirked.

‘That’s the truth!’ Beth agreed as Jemma asked her ‘babe, pull my hot pants off would you?’

‘Why? Are you sure?’ Beth asked, a little surprised.

‘Crowd favourite wins if it goes the distance’ Jemma smiled, raising an eyebrow before also admitting ‘I’m going to try and face sit her naked and make her submit to me in this round if I get chance!’

‘Mmmmm…..I like the sound of that tactic!’ Beth cooed as she eased the sweat soaked hotpants off Jemma’s body, leaving her to fight naked, displaying a neatly trimmed, flame red landing strip between her legs. Jemma had not been wrong about the popularity vote, with the crowd whipped to a near frenzy now at the sight of the naked redhead. The implications were clear as well to Lawan Malee as the bell chimed for this final round. If she didn’t knock out her now naked opponent, there was no way she was taking home the winners bonus tonight. A scowl was set on her face, furrowed brow, as she set about pressing forward, looking a little heavy legged at the start of the round, but starting to throw heavy punches that Jemma blocked and parried for the most part. It was a furious attempt to bring herself back into the fight, but Jemma knew that each punch thrown was also taking a toll on the Thai woman from the sheer effort that she put into them. When Lawan Malee went for a kick, a slow, ponderous front kick at that, Jemma blocked, catching the leg and delivered a clubbing left hand to Lawan Malee’s breasts. She was rocked, swept off her feet then by Jemma with a simple trip, before she leapt forward to land an elbow drop on her prone opponent before stepping back to allow the count.

The crowd roared enthusiastically as Jemma moved back to the ropes for a moment, watching Lawan Malee slowly struggle to her feet, beating the count, but not by much. Still, it was clear that the Thai woman knew only one way to fight; to press forward and try to attack as she threw another flurry of punches, forcing Jemma to eat a stiff left to the mouth as she blocked as best she could. Then Lawan Malee barrelled in to her, the force taking Jemma back into her own corner of the ring again. The naked redhead and dark haired Thai clinched now, Lawan Malee trying to lean into Jemma as each found it tricky to secure their grip on an opponent now slick with sweat. Their ungloved hands worked the breasts again, Jemma favouring a nipple twist and pull, seeing the flare of pain in her opponent’s eyes. Her eyes probably betrayed much the same though as Lawan Malee’s nails seared her sensitive breast flesh and the crowd bayed for more of this vicious in-fighting. Both women were happy to give it to them , content to see the other right in front of them as an easy target to attack. Lawan Malee clubbed her gloved fist into Jemma’s side, then raised it to rub the palm of it roughly in her face, not for the first time, before she started to eye Jemma’s shoulder to bite once more.

‘No you don’t, bitch!’ Jemma admonished, grabbing the hair and pushing the palm of her glove into Lawan Malee’s face too, showing that she would fight fire with fire if it was needed. Then she raised fire to inferno as she delivered another cruel crotch kick to the shocked Thai. As Lawan Malee clutched at her womanhood and moaned loudly, Jemma told her ‘thought you might have learned by now!’ Then she slipped her gloved hand through the legs of her Thai opponent, carried her to centre ring, and body slammed her with some authority there. A cruel and unusual punishment for a woman used to boxing perhaps, and Jemma wasted little time in taking advantage.

She had told Beth that she would face sit the Thai woman with great confidence before the round started. Now, the chance presented itself and she did just that, dropping on to Lawan Malee in a reverse schoolgirl pin before immediately backing up to get her naked ass and pussy on to her face. Her bare hand immediately twisted and pulled at Lawan Malee’s left nipple fiercely, only Jemma really noting her cry of pain, so effective was her smothering face sit. The crowd began to cheer as they realised what was happening and belatedly, so did the referee who was more used to counting girls out that seeing if they wanted to submit because another girl was riding their face. A submission was a perfectly valid way to win though and the redhead was making her play to deliver a smothering defeat to the home fighter as she started to roll her hips in her own familiar style. It was too much for the Thai woman who was no wrestler and was unfamiliar with getting smothered; her gloved fist beat at the worn canvas in submission to give Jemma a win in her first match of the trip!

She was quick to get off Lawan Malee, delighted to have boosted their travel funds during the very first leg of the trip. Different challenges probably lay ahead, in styles and locations that might both be new to her, but starting out with a win was never a bad thing. The crowd approved too, cheering her all the way back to the changing area where a few minutes later, she found herself 100,000 bhat to the good, courtesy of the man who ran the fights in the bar. He didn’t seem to mind handing the money over either, reasoning that a good performance from a visitor was rare, and when it happened, it helped him to keep the crowds coming back for more.

The girls had a couple of drinks in the downstairs bar where the same barman from the morning told Jemma ‘I said you were main even girl. I was right!’ evidently having made his way upstairs to watch her fight.

Jemma beamed at his compliment, then thought she would take the chance to ask him a question. ‘The picture over there’ she said, pointing at the one they were pretty sure was Suki in action at the bar. ‘Do you know who they are?’ she asked him.

The barman stepped out from behind his bar to take a closer look now, and quickly said ‘yes, yes…..very famous fight here at the bar. Famous Norwegian pro wrestler and Japanese rookie. The Japanese rookie dominated her good in the end!’

‘Oh cool!’ Jemma said.

‘We know the Japanese woman’ Beth explained to him.

‘Very good fighter! Sexy!’ the barman told them and both Jemma and Beth smiled. They knew just exactly what the man meant with Suki’s style.

A little while later, the girls had returned to their hotel to plan the last couple of days of their time in Thailand, before they would head for Australia via a few days in Bali first. As they lay on the bed in their room, talking through what they wanted to do, Jemma was also composing an email.

‘Hi guys,

Thailand is great. So much to see and do here. Also had my first fight of the trip and I won in front of a bar full of people here in Bangkok.

We have a favour to ask. They had a picture of Suki fighting in that bar against a Norwegian pro wrestler. Apparently a very famous match there. We’re interested to know more about it. Could you ask her about it please?

Love you both,

J&B’

By the time they reached Bali, there would be a reply waiting in their inbox from none other than Suki Yammamoto...