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Outback Brawl

By Wolfboy

Jemma reaches Australia on the world tour, and a fight in an outback town

While preparations at home continued on getting Emma ready for the final of the tournament and one more showdown with Sara on the biggest of all stages, Jemma and Beth were continuing their way around the world. After Jemma’s win in Thailand, and some time relaxing in Bali, they’d taken in the sights of Sydney and Melbourne before it was time for Jemma’s next match. This was a fight originally planned to be Jemma’s first on the trip before she’d found herself unable to refuse the chance of a fight in Thailand. Now, their careful planning would take them in to the outback, to the town of Birdsville in Queensland. A town with a population of just around 200 hardly seemed the most lucrative of venues, but timed to coincide with the weekend of the Birdsville races, it would provide another betting option for the punters in town.

It was an opportunity that had been spotted by one of the bookmakers first of all, seeing how a crowd had gathered to watch an impromptu girl fight take place late one afternoon at the races. A chat with a rancher on the edger of town had led to a partnership, and each year, the races were accompanied by fights; a mixture of organised, bringing in girls from out of town and more impromptu matches still with locals settling a grudge. Beth had got Jemma invited in as one of the visiting fighters to take on a local woman called Bianca Kelley in what was officially described as a wrestling match. Jemma was under no illusions though; calling it wrestling merely made sure that it got a licence, but this would be a catfight, pure and simple. As she felt the searing heat in town, stepping out of the air conditioned aircraft that had brought them there, Jemma breathed something of a sigh of relief that the fight would be taking place after sunset at least.

Beth saw the potential issue quickly though. An uncompromising sun beat down on the town at the best of times. ‘No sunbathing today Jem’ she quickly told her girlfriend. ‘With your complexion under this sun, she’d be able to make easy work of you if you got all sunburned!’ she quickly pointed out.

Jemma pulled a bit of a face, but she agreed readily enough. It was too hot for anyone to just be walking around the town aimlessly in the heat and strong sunlight; especially one with fair skin and a fight to take part in that evening. The day was spent relaxing in the room then that had been set apart for the girls at the ranch where the fights would take place. That was a result of a simple enough issue; there were barely any rooms in the tiny town anyway, and those were quickly taken up by the visitors to the races. The ranch had more than enough room to allow it to host the ladies that were being brought in from outside the local area to fight. The room was spacious, food and drink was provided, and importantly it wasn’t air conditioned, instead cooled a little by a ceiling fan, allowing Jemma to acclimatise to the heat a little. The evening would be a little cooler, though not by much, and the main gain for both fighters would really be that the baking hot sun would no longer be such an issue.

Late in the afternoon, Beth decided to move on to the discussion of tactics for tonight’s fight. A quick discussion in fairness, given that they wouldn’t even know Jemma’s opponent in anything other than name until she faced her across the pen where the fights took place. Beyond her name, they had been unable to find out anything about Bianca at all. ‘So we know nothing’ Beth said, ‘and there’s no rounds in this fight, so you’re really just going to have to work her out as you go’ she told her girlfriend. ‘They bill it as wrestling officially as you know’ she also pointed out, ‘but it’s a catfight, so you can assume pretty well anything goes. They’ve not told us any rules at this point, so you might well assume there are none. And it’s a fight on bare earth, so like it or not, you’re going out there in trainers, at least until we establish if it’s OK to stand on after how hot it’s been today!’ she told Jemma.

‘You’re the boss, babe’ Jemma smiled. ‘I know we don’t know anything about her, but I’m good with working out an opponent as it goes along. And….you can always shout at me from the corner I guess’ she laughed,

‘I might have to…..’ Beth agreed.

‘What did they say about attire when you set it up?’ Jemma asked Beth now.

‘Stripped to the waist’ Beth told her. ‘That’s all they said; wear what you want as long as your tits are out I guess babe’ she smirked.

‘And it’s basically until one gives up. No rounds. No multiples submissions. I just get to beat her up until she gives up?’ Jemma asked.

‘That’s the plan’ Beth agreed. ‘And remember Jem, they paid for us to get here and back to Brisbane, but its winner takes all in the fight. So you can safely assume she’ll have the same kind of plans for you babe’ Beth pointed out.

‘Don’t worry, whatever she plans, I’ll make sure I do it to her first!’ Jemma confidently declared.

* * *

Two hours later, Beth was leading Jemma out of the ranch to the area at the back of the building where the fights would take place. The red dust of the outback covered the bare earth there, where the focus of all was on the smallish square pen, made of wooden slats, which stood at the centre of a raucous looking crowd of about 500 people. Immediately, it was obvious to both that in this din, there was no way that Beth could easily convey her thoughts to Jemma when the action started. There was a shrug from Jemma; she realised she was on her own in planning this one out when the fight began. Entering the pen through the small gate on one side, Jemma stopped, turned, and kissed Beth which was very much to the approval of the rowdy crowd, and then she tested the temperature of the ground with her hands by picking up some of the bright red dust on her fingers. It was warm, but no longer outrageously so; Jemma decided to lose the trainers; she’d almost always fought barefoot before, and saw no reason to change that here. Finally, she pulled off her white and green summer dress over her head to stand topless in the pen as she handed her clothes to Beth. Her nipples were stiff, and it had nothing to do with any chill on the evening air as she anticipated the fight, standing there in just an electric blue thong, ready to go. All she needed now, in the hot evening air, was an opponent.

She didn’t have to wait very long for that either as her opponent cut her way through the crowd to the pen before entering though the same gate Jemma had used a moment earlier. She too had a female second, left on the outside of the pen with a kiss, before she took off a black dress, and stood facing Jemma wearing just a white thong that stood out against her deeply tanned skin. Immediately, it was pretty clear to every one watching that this was pretty much a perfect match-up. Jemma and Bianca could almost have been twins in terms of their bodies, even down to their hairstyles. Where Jemma was fair skinned with flame red hair though, Bianca was tanned with jet back hair. Both young women had their hair loose, to the middle of their backs and looked ready to fight as they looked evenly at each other across the pen. They were joined by the ranch owner there now, in a dual role as announcer and fight official. He was a man who knew his crowd was ready to see these two topless woman tear into each other now, so he kept his introductions to the bare minimum. ‘Jemma is in blue. She’s five seven, one hundred forty-nine and 36D. Bianca is in white. She’s five seven, one fifty and 36D. They’re perfectly matched, bets are closed now….so ladies, lets get it on!!’ he said, signalling it was time to fight. The crowd cheered as the two women who had never seen the other in action before started the process of feeling the other out in a match with no rules and one simple enough aim; make the other quit!

As feeling out processes went, amongst the din of the cheering crowd, it would be a short and pretty rough one. Both women were forced to fight on instinct, unable to hear any instructions from their seconds. And both women’s instincts told them to attack, with slaps to the face and body being exchanged with venom and speed in the opening moments. Then there was the briefest of moments of evaluation from each, a second or two taken to process that the other had the power and the tools to hurt them, decide they’d take their chances, and a wild brawl ensued to the delight of the crowd.

Jemma slapped Bianca’s face hard, snapping her face to the side every bit as effectively as a well thrown punch might have done. Bianca swung in return, but her slap only caught Jemma a glancing blow, clipping her jawline, but it did nothing to stop Jemma from pressing the jet haired fighter back to the side of the pen, her back to the smooth wooden slats, as Jemma clinched with her there and tried to send a right hook into her body. Bianca’s arm was in tight to her side though, taking the sting out of the punch, and then she forced Jemma to defend a knee lift to the pussy that wasn’t quite effective in the end but did take Jemma off balance, allowing Bianca to push her away. That got the jet haired fighter off the side of the pen and back towards the centre, where she circled with Jemma, trading some more slaps to the face and the breasts. Each blow that landed cleanly was a stinging, heavy shot, with Bianca in particular leaving clear handprints on Jemma’s lighter skin. Now the jet haired woman showed her style for the first time, lunging forward a little as she threw three rapid slaps to the face, forcing Jemma to cover up. Immediately, Bianca whipped a left hand to the stomach and forced Jemma back to the wooden slats now for the first time. There, Bianca took a good grip of Jemma’s hair at the back of her head, and used it to bend her back over the slats a little. Her back forced to arch a little over the wood, Jemma grabbed for the hair too, then moaned a little as she felt Bianca’s fingers kneading her breasts for the first time. She had her grip of the jet black hair of her opponent only briefly though before Bianca broke off her breast attack and delivered a short sharp punch to the belly to wind Jemma a little. Then, using her own grip of Jemma’s hair, she threw the redhead out into a heavy landing on the red, dusty ground at the centre of the pen.

Jemma rolled, quickly looking to get to her feet, but rose into a knee between the breasts that immediately sent her reeling back into the red dust again, and Bianca looked to take control of things. She was straight into the hair to force Jemma up, again throwing three fast slaps to the face with her right hand, troubling Jemma with the speed as she was corralled into a corner of the pen. There, the jet haired woman looked to unload with heavy punches to the body, trying to sap the energy from Jemma who blocked them a little desperately. Bianca’s intent to attack though left her open to counter, and Jemma did just that with a short headbutt to the mouth. Now it was Bianca rocked back and Jemma hastily staggered her further with a raking slap to the face. She followed in, slashing her nails across Bianca’s belly too, drawing a shriek of pain from her surprised opponent. Then she looked to capitalise, a hand slid between Bianca’s legs as she looked to lift her for a body slam. It would have proven a pretty debilitating move there on the hard earth, but it proved to be too soon as Jemma was blocked in the attempt by Bianca who set her feet in the dust and refused to be lifted, then hammered her fists down into Jemma’s shoulders, putting her on her knees in front of Bianca.

There was a surprise move then from Bianca in a match that had so far largely consisted of striking attacks. She grasped Jemma’s hair, wrapped her arms around her head, and used the grip to pull her face into her belly in an attempt to smother her. It was pretty effective too, at least at first with Jemma not really expecting the move, and she found her nose and mouth pulled in pretty hard to Bianca’s body. There was no panic from Jemma just yet though; no need for it with a target right there in front of her, and after a brief moment to find her bearings, she brought a piercing shriek from Bianca’s lips as she took a pussy claw on her. Jemma was free of the smother quickly enough as Bianca’s hands left her hair and went to try and prise Jemma’s hands out of her pussy instead, and a short headbutt to the belly took some of the wind out of Bianca. With her opponent doubled up a little, it was chance for Jemma to get back to her feet, and send her jet haired opponent down into the dust for the first time with a well timed knee lift to the breasts. Now it wasn’t just Jemma’s body covered in the fine red dust, although frankly it did show better on her paler skin as she leaned over Bianca and forced her up to her feet by the hair. Jemma backed Bianca up to one side of the pen and used an Irish Whip to fire her off hard across the small distance between the two sets of wooden slats. Of course, there was no rebound, just a harsh impact with a solid wood fence to hurt Bianca before Jemma was on her. Planting a foot in Bianca’s belly, Jemma fell back as she grabbed Bianca around the back of the head, and sent her wheeling through the air with a monkey flip. ‘Uggghhh!’ the jet haired woman groaned loudly, finding her impact with the hard floor less to her liking as it crushed the air from her body, and put Jemma into total control of the action.

In these ranch fights, there was no prize for an entertaining back and forth fight over half an hour of action, it was simply a case of winning as quickly as possible in a harsh environment. That was something Jemma had given herself a great shot at with the monkey-flip, a move that Bianca had evidently not expected at all. Worse for the jet haired woman too; Jemma grabbed her ankles and spread her before stomping her belly and then immediately delivering a knee drop straight to the pussy. As the crowd let out a collective gasp of almost sympathy with Bianca’s sudden plight, the jet haired fighter howled with pain from the impact of kneecap on her most sensitive areas, and it was maybe the beginning of the end for her in the fight. Not that Jemma didn’t allow herself the time to firmly put Bianca in her place first of course, peeling from the floor of the pen and pushing her back into a corner of the pen. Her arms hung limply over the slats for a moment, presenting her breasts to Jemma, a perfect target for a fierce flat handed slap that echoed around in the night air for a moment, narrowly preceding the resultant howl of anguish it brought forth from Bianca’s lips.

Jemma cupped the chin of the jet haired woman now in the corner, forcing her back upright so that she could repeat the dose, this time with the addition of a nasty nail rake to force another shriek of pain from Bianca. For all that the two women had looked well matched physically, suddenly this had the look of a mismatch. Bianca slumped there in the corner a little as she crowd cheered Jemma on, enjoying the way she had quickly become dominant here as she buried her first into the tanned belly of her opponent. Then she grabbed the hair and threw her out into the dust at the centre of the pen. Jemma was confident, thinking that she had the fight in the bag as she walked after Bianca, and dropped down to sit on the jet haired woman’s stomach. Quite possibly the prelude to a face sit that would grind a submission out of Bianca, but Jemma suddenly shrieked and clutched at her face as Bianca threw a handful of the red dust into her eyes. She was still sat on top of Bianca, pinning her to the floor, but just now, Jemma was a sitting duck as Bianca sunk her nails into her big breasts with glee. She had to use the grip to try and roll Jemma off her, and though the redhead shrieked in anguish at her sudden harsh treatment, she didn’t defend the breast attack, instead trying her best to clear her vision even as she suffered. And then she was rolled, to her side in the dirt by Bianca, though she managed to retain a degree of control as her legs encircled the jet haired woman’s waist during that moment.

Jemma crossed her ankles and flexed her legs while Bianca flailed at her breasts and face now, and while Jemma did her best to defend against that, there was no doubt that the heavy blows were starting to get to her. Bianca concentrated a flurry on Jemma’s thighs then, realising that the redhead was slowly starting to increase the pressure in a constricting scissor hold. That was to little avail, especially as Jemma, her vision apparently starting to clear, was able to latch on to her nipple and pull it painfully. Bianca’s face crinkled in pain, even if she didn’t voice it, but she replied quickly now starting to scratch at Jemma’s thighs. ‘Bitch!’ Jemma protested; ‘let go then you fucking cunt’ Bianca suggested and the status quo continued a little while longer, Jemma punishing Bianca’s nipple and Bianca raising angry tracks on Jemma’s legs with her nails. ‘Stop scratching me you dirty cow!’ Jemma protested now, and it was she who tried to get free, releasing the scissor hold and trying to kick Bianca out from between her legs. The jet haired fighter was ready for it though, and she grabbed Jemma’s hair as it swung into reach and kept control for the next exchange that started as she forced Jemma to her knees there in the dirt. Bianca was behind her, still controlling the hair as she slashed her nails across Jemma’s back now, forcing her to arch it before she reached her left hand around to grab her left breast. That brought a flash of pain to Jemma’s eyes, a punishing grab in a tough fight as Bianca brought her evidently sharp nails to bear on sensitive breast flesh. Jemma cried out in pain, but there was no quit in her at this stage. Then she howled again as Bianca dipped her head forward, and the raucous cheers of the crowd, bit her shoulder.

Worse for Jemma, her head thrown back in pain allowed Bianca to snake an arm around her throat quickly, a dangerous choke hold applied, definitely giving Bianca the chance to win the fight right here. Jemma struggled against it, pulling at Bianca’s arm with everything she’d got, but she found that the jet haired woman was pretty much her equal in power; she was unable to move her at all. She felt the first hint of panic building in her as the edges of her vision just faded momentarily as she choke took an effect on her. Then she focussed sharply, noticing that she was looking directly out at Beth in the crowd, her girlfriend still looking supremely confident in her despite the position she was in. Beth could offer her no verbal advice; in the cacophony of noise around that pen, there was no way that Jemma would have heard it. Instead, she moved her gaze from Jemma’s eyes to the ground that her girlfriend was kneeling on, getting choked by the Australian woman. It was all that Jemma needed; in a flash she understood just what it was Beth was trying to convey to her; she needed to do to Bianca what Bianca had done to her earlier, and she scraped up a handful of the red dust. Throwing it over her shoulder up into Bianca’s face, she caught the jet haired woman totally by surprise and now it was she who was shrieking in surprise, the choke broken as she rubbed at her eyes while they watered uncomfortably.

Jemma took in three deep breaths, winked at Beth who smiled back at her, then turned around and from her knees still, punched Bianca straight in the crotch. The jet haired woman howled in pain, clutched at her womanhood, and took an uppercut to her breasts from a rising Jemma. That rocked her back against the pen, and Jemma followed in quickly with a heavy double handed slap to the breasts, converted quickly into a double maul as she took the upper hand quickly in the fight. Bianca reciprocated with the double breast grab in a way, but hers had more of a defensive feel to it as she tried to push Jemma away with hands on both of her breasts. Jemma’s feet were set in the red dust though, not moving an inch as the look in Bianca’s eyes told her everything she needed to know about how she was hurting her here. ‘Give up you little bitch!’ Jemma told her now, Bianca’s eyes watering even before she slapped her across the nose and mouth harshly to send her reeling along the side of the pen. Then Jemma grabbed her jet black hair and used it to lead her out into the centre of the pen. This time, Bianca showed no resistance to the lift and slam delivered with aplomb by Jemma, and it was clear from all around the edge of the pen that the fight had gone from Bianca. Her groans of pain suggested as much as she rolled on the ground, trying desperately to ease the pain she felt.

Jemma went straight to her hair, forcing her roughly in to a seated position so that she could force both of Bianca’s arms up her back. She leaned in to her, holding the arms in place with her body, before she grabbed the hair again, using it to wrench Bianca’s head back to present her throat. ‘What was it you tried to do to me?’ Jemma taunted now, her arm sinking in tightly around Bianca’s throat. ‘Was it this?’ she continued as the jet haired woman suddenly gagged for air, finding Jemma’s hold to be very tightly applied.

‘Mmmnngghhh!’ Bianca groaned, unable to defend with her arms trapped so effectively.

‘You can give up now’ Jemma helpfully suggested, to no immediate reply from Bianca. She wasted no time in upping the ante now, pulling Bianca back to the dusty floor and snapping her strong legs closed around Bianca’s body in a tight body scissors.

There was an audible gasp from Bianca as she came to appreciate the power in Jemma’s legs quickly. Her arms were still trapped uselessly behind her, she had nowhere to go, the end of the fight looming quickly. ‘Give up’ Jemma told her now, ‘give up, or you’re going out bitch!’

And that was really the end of it. Bianca quickly realised that Jemma means what she said as she worked the combination hold with enthusiasm again before. Bianca rasped ‘I submit!’ and Jemma released her, standing over her in the red dust before raising her arms to the cheers of the loud and well entertained crowd. It took her a moment to get her bearings and then find the gate so that she could find her way out of the pen to a quick kiss from Beth before her girlfriend led her back to their room.

‘I need a shower to get this dust off me babe!’ Jemma laughed, indicating where the dust stuck in numerous patches all over her body.

‘You definitely do’ Beth agreed, watching Jemma disappear through the door into the bathroom. She gave it a minute to wait for the sound of running water, then she stripped off herself, walking into the bathroom, and entering the shower cubicle with her surprised girlfriend.

‘Thought you might need some help getting this off’ she smirked, just before their lips met beneath the cooling spray of the shower.

‘Do you know’ Jemma smiled back now as their hands started to explore each other’s bodies, ‘I think you might just….be right…...’