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A Vintage Performance

By Wolfboy

Lexi takes on an opponent who looks to be from a bygone era

On a trip home during their world tour, Jemma and Beth found themselves with a surprise chance to see the New Yorker Lexi in action. They’d taken the chance to get as many possible opponents checked out for her after her last visit, and were able to secure at pretty short notice what they felt would be a more challenging bout for Lexi. An opponent that none of them knew, but who boasted good experience in the field of submission wrestling, and with no little success either. A perfect test for Lexi and her cat fight wrestling rules matches both had thought. As soon as they knew a visit from Lexi was imminent, they had put the wheels in motion to set up the match with their preferred opponent for Lexi, Gwen Page.

Gwen was a librarian from a North Wales seaside town who was always seen in vintage clothing, adopting the look of a glamorous 1940s woman off the mats. On the mats for her submission matches, she was often seen wearing vintage style one piece swimsuits. Everything about Gwen looked like she was a classy lady from a bygone era, even down her carefully coiffured hairstyle. Her experience was all in submission wrestling though, under rules that often didn’t even allow for hair pulling. Lexi had made sure that Gwen understood her proposed rules allowed for all catfighting tactics such as hair pulling and mauling, and even sex fighting would be in scope. Only punching wasn’t allowed under Lexi’s usual rules; and that would have stayed the case had Gwen not decided that she wanted to test herself with that too. Fair enough Lexi had thought, if Gwen wanted that, she knew she could cope with an occasional punch to the body and use it sparingly as a weapon at her disposal too. Could her opponent though, or was that a mistake from the Welsh librarian?

In a change of location, it was agreed that the match would take place in Debbie’s basement, as Jemma and Beth had included an area of mats outside the ring for use. Given Gwen’s total lack of ring experience it was agreed that the fight would take place there. The matted area was bordered by one set of ring ropes still, so they were in use if either woman wanted to employ them. Given that it was a catfight anyway, it wasn’t like the action would stop should either woman wish to take it into the ring either. Maybe something to watch for both Jemma and Beth thought as they waited in the basement area while both women changed, preparing for action. Each had arrived some thirty minutes earlier and had chatted amiably for a little while, but it was easy to see that they were both sizing each other up as they did so. It was a tale of the tape that looked like it leaned somewhat in Gwen’s favour at first sight. Dressed in a deep red dress with diamond shapes cut out of it’s neckline, the tight bodice showed her to be an impressively busty woman. The flowing skirt of her dress that came to just below her knee hid her thighs, but standing on red and white heels, there was no mistaking her strong calves. It was an appearance to make Jemma wonder if they’d made a mistake and over-matched their guest from New York. Lexi had looked confident though, unconcerned as she stood chatting to Gwen, dressed more casually in jeans, a vest top and boots. Both knew Lexi was resourceful, and could be tough to read at times; if she had any concerns about facing the raven haired Welsh woman, she certainly didn’t show them.

The two had gone to change, shortly after Karen had arrived to officiate the fight, and it was almost match time. Unusually Jemma and Beth had no role to play; with Lexi seconded by her husband Michael, and Gwen being seconded by her sister Emily, they were able to take their seats in the new seating area they’d installed to watch the action. First to emerge from the two changing rooms was Lexi, sporting those two pig tails in her light brown hair once again. That seemed like it was becoming an increasingly trademarked looked for her, giving that impression of unassuming innocence in the ring. That was a look strengthened once again as she wore a T-shirt cropped so that it barely covered her pert C cup breasts, the fabric at the hem of the top not quite touching her body due to the swell of her breasts. Today, that T-shirt was white, showing her nipples just poking at it as she anticipated the challenge ahead, and Lexi had teamed it with a pair of royal blue Victoria’s Secret knickers for the match today. She crossed the matted area, smiling at Jemma and Beth as she leaned casually on the ring ropes down the opposite side of the mat from those changing rooms, and she waited patiently for her opponent, Gwen.

A couple of minutes later, Gwen appeared, still looking every bit the vintage vision she had prior to changing. Gone was the deep red dress and the high heels, replaced with an equally vintage bikini in the same shade of red as the dress. The top was a cross over, longline, bikini top, tying behind her neck in a halter top while the bottoms were a high waisted pair of hot pants, trimmed with a small black and white chequered waistband. Her hair was in the same neat style, something that Lexi would doubtless take an interest in, and her finger and toe nails were painted in a matching shade of red to compliment her outfit perfectly. She looked every bit as confident as Lexi as she looked across the mat at her, smiling evenly; a smile that Lexi returned. Was either of the two women smiling with false confidence though?

The time for that moment of truth was rapidly nearing as Karen stepped on to the mats ready to make introductions as the two women stepped a little closer to size each other up. ‘Cute pigtails’ Gwen smiled at Lexi, playing some mind games perhaps as she said ‘going to be fun pulling those later on’ the smile not leaving her face.

Lexi continued to smile in return, complementing Gwen ‘nice outfit, I love your vintage style, especially those high waisted bottoms’. Then she lowered her voice to a whisper and told Gwen ‘I’m looking forward to having my hands inside those in a little while….’

First round of mind games to Lexi then it seemed, although Gwen showed no immediate sign of it having denied her confidence as Karen started to make those introductions now. ‘Ladies, this is a catfight wrestling match with punches allowed to the body. It will be fought on the mats to begin with, but the ring shouldn’t be considered out of bounds. It has no time limit and will be the best of three submissions, with a two minute break between falls. On my left, from New York is Lexi who is 32 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 130lbs and measures 34B-24-35 with a record of 4 wins and 0 losses. On my right is Gwen from Llandudno. She is 34 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 147lbs and measures 34DD-27-37 with a record of 11 wins and 1 loss in submission wrestling’. A smile crossed Lexi’s face at the mention of Gwen’s submission wrestling record; she realised Gwen was likely to be a legitimate challenge, but she also fancied her chances of breaking the raven haired woman to her will.

There was no further ceremony needed; Karen instructed both to ‘fight!’ and each came out from their respective sides of the mat, circling for a brief moment before Lexi stopped and offered Gwen a friendly handshake. The Welsh wrestler accepted it, a little cautiously, and then the circling began in earnest, Lexi using her speed to nimbly dart into range and slap Gwen’s face. Lightly or not, it was probably the first time that Gwen had been slapped by another woman on the mats, and her face showed the surprise of it a little, although her feet continued to move lightly, taking her out of the range of any potential follow up from Lexi in the early going. Circling continued between the two contrasting ladies, with Lexi looking the more lithe of the two while, more curvaceous, Gwen still exuded an easy athleticism on the mats. Lexi slapped again, this time landing perfectly on Gwen’s right breast, but far from surprised, this time Gwen was waiting on it, and used Lexi’s proximity to reel her into a tight side headlock with a quick grab of her pigtails to help. Lexi’s face was pushed partly into the breasts of the busty Welsh woman as she worked the hold for a moment, before a flick of the hip sent Lexi up and over her to the mat.

A heavy enough landing but Lexi’s main predicament was that she was still trapped beneath Gwen in the hold, although the close proximity Gwen held her in already allowed the wandering hands of the New Yorker to explore her body. A quick grope of Gwen’s impressive breasts, a tug on the chequered waistband of her high waisted hot pants, all designed to act as misdirection before she rolled Gwen on to her back with a hand beneath her butt and was able to use that position to slip out of the backdoor of the headlock. Lexi was quickly back to her feet, just working her head and neck around a little as Gwen rose and the two circled some more, each flicking out a couple of languid slaps to the breasts of the other. Again, Gwen showed her speed to trap Lexi in that same headlock once more, and despite Lexi immediately looking to counter with a grip around her waist, the raven haired wrestler was able to muscle her up and over her hip to the mat. This time though, Lexi waisted no time in escaping, slipping out and pinning Gwen face down on the mat with her arm forced up her back in a hammerlock. Lexi placed her knee on Gwen’s arm to hold it in place now, and then simply spanked the Welsh woman three times, the last one bringing a complaint of ‘hey! Stop that!’ from her.

Lexi did stop that, but mainly because she wanted Gwen to come back to her feet as she pointed out ‘it’s legal, remember’, smacking her butt once more before returning to circle. That raised the ire of Gwen just a little, perhaps not appreciating Lexi’s style of attack as she exchanged slaps with the New Yorker again for the moment. The pattern looked to continue again now with the slaps being exchanged to the body mainly, Gwen perhaps looking to pack the slightly heavier blows before she tried to reel Lexi back into that headlock once more. That had served her well in the early going of the match, but with a cunning fighter like Lexi, a third time was one too many times to the well. Lexi brushed Gwen’s arms aside a buried a knee lift right on that chequered waistband to double her up as the air rushed from her lungs. This was a new experience for the Welsh woman now; this wasn’t a wrestling match as she was used to, that knee to the belly proving to remind her of that fact. Lexi could wrestle though, she wasn’t just a brawler. Far from it in fact; her style was primarily to wrestle too, but today it seemed like she saw an opponent in Gwen that she might have to soften up a little. A second knee lift, this time pancaked those DD breasts quite impressively now from Lexi, and Gwen was sent to the mats, flat on her back and trying to catch her breath.

Lexi of course wasn’t about to allow any of that to happen if she could help it and she drew a cry of protest from Gwen as she grabbed her hair to force her to her feet, and quickly pushed her so that her back was to the outside of the ring ropes. Lexi stepped to the side now and with a flourish, delivered a stinging chop across Gwen’s DDs, drawing another shriek of protest from the Welsh woman. Then Lexi showed that she too could wrestle very well, taking a headlock of her own and rolling the bigger woman over her hip and to the mat. She released the headlock as she did it, allowing Gwen to fall heavily, and was immediately in the hair, dragging the raven haired woman over to the far side of the matted area, away from the ring ropes that ran along the one side of it. It was evident that with her ring experience, Lexi saw those as an ally for her here, and as she got Gwen to her feet, she sent her into those ropes. Gwen rebounded, her first experience of hitting a set of ring ropes sending her off quickly, and she found Lexi impressively airborne to deliver a drop kick, both feet catching her in the chest. Gwen went to the mat hard, Lexi landed a little lighter, her cropped T-shirt riding up as she did so to give a brief view of her pert breasts before she demurely rearranged the shirt to cover them. Then she was back on to the attack, pulling Gwen to her feet by her raven hair again. She stood on no ceremony as she kept up the attack, hooking a foot inside Gwen’s left ankle and pulling outward so that she spread her legs slightly before a knee lift to the crotch saw the Welsh wrestler’s eyes practically rolling in their sockets, such was the shock to her!

There was a little bit of a different edge to Lexi today, Beth and Jemma couldn’t help but notice with her businesslike manner on the mats. Her attacks seemed to carry a harsher edge than usual it appeared, but she was still smiling pleasantly as she helped Gwen back to her feet and into the ropes once again. As she held Gwen’s long raven hair, left hand buried deep in the thick curls, her right hand played lightly up Gwen’s body from crotch to neck, lingering for a long moment across her breasts. Lexi smiled at the small involuntary shudder she felt from Gwen’s body pressed tightly against hers. She knew she wasn’t used to being treated this way by an opponent, and this confirmed it for her, even before she cupped Gwen’s chin, using it to turn her head to force her to accept the briefest of kissed from her. Gwen tried to recoil from it, but was under Lexi’s control just for now, at least until a chop whipped across her breasts once more, sending her reeling along the ropes in trouble.

‘Come on Gwen, don’t let her do that to you!’ Emily shouted from the outside as Lexi doubled her sister up with another knee to the body, before a simple double tit grope was used to force her upright against the ropes. It looked like Gwen was going to take her sister’s advice as she bunched her fist up and prepared to swing it at Lexi who simply tutted ‘and I thought you were a wrestler Gwen?’ to put momentary doubt in to the Welsh woman’s head, allowing Lexi to secure a side headlock on her instead of taking the intended blow. A mistake perhaps as Lexi took the action back into the realms of pure wrestling which was considerably more of a comfort zone for the raven haired woman. Despite that though, Lexi was happy to take the action in that direction, preventing Gwen from escaping her hold with a nice grab of her hair to maintain control. Gwen struggled against that for a moment, then decided enough was enough, testing Lexi’s resolve with a forearm to the ribs. She found that for now, Lexi had plenty of resolve though, and it was the smaller woman rolling her opponent over her hip to the mat this time. She released Gwen as she fell, backing off a little to deliver a leg drop, and this time it was a mistake from the impressive New Yorker who leg dropped nothing but mat as Gwen rolled clear.

Control swung back quickly into the favour of the Welsh fighter who lunged to knock Lexi to her back on the mat. What might have been a catball with the right woman went nowhere neat that direction, with Gwen securing Lexi’s right hand and arm, attempting to apply a key lock on that limb as Lexi squirmed beneath her and defended with more than a hint of desperation about her for a moment. ‘Not so clever now…’ Gwen quipped, then quickly shrieked ‘hey! Stop that!’ as she found Lexi was every bit as clever as she had just claimed she wasn’t. While Gwen focussed on wrestling, Lexi had been focussed on stripping , unclasping Gwen’s bikini top before moving quickly to ease a hand inside her hotpants so that she could grope her ass.

A woman more seasoned in Lexi’s favoured style of fighting might have seen it for exactly what it was; a fighter in a spot of trouble using distraction tactics to get free. And that’s exactly what it allowed Lexi here, as she squirmed from from beneath Gwen and in an impressive turnaround, had her legs snapped tightly around the Welsh woman’s waist in a body scissors. Lexi may not had looked like the most powerful of women, but looks could often be deceptive. That was definitely the case with Lexi, the pained expression and moan of anguish from the raven haired woman showed that as she pushed her hips up and tensed her thighs to punish her. ‘Should have stuck with the armlock Gwen’ Lexi beamed, slapping her opponent’s breasts that were still covered by her now unfastened top. ‘That was a good move’ Lexi continued quite conversationally as Gwen’s arms blocked across her breasts and so instead, she traced a finger quite lightly across the front of Gwen’s hotpants, enjoying the way her legs quivered with surprise at it. ‘Nobody has done that to you before have they Gwen? Not in a match?’ Lexi teased her now, fingers plucking at that chequered waistband while the raven haired woman remained tight lipped, bridging as she tried to gain her freedom.

‘It’s OK….I play nicely’ Lexi continued, maintaining a one way conversation with the bridging Welsh woman. ‘Unless you don’t want me to play nice?’ she asked now, her fingers tracing lazy patterns low on Gwen’s belly, sometimes her fingers just sliding beneath the waistband to tease her. The Welsh woman still remained silent, but her arms had gone from that defensive shell across her chest for a moment to push at Lexi’s legs wrapped around her body. A hard slap cracked off her breasts again as Lexi continued ‘I asked a question Gwen!’, before grabbing one of the shoulder straps of Gwen’s bikini top to ease it down her arm, starting to expose her breasts a little more. Gwen tried to stop that, and paid for it with another resounding slap to the breasts, this time finding a bit more skin to work with as it landed. ‘Bitch!’ Gwen hissed as Lexi smirked ‘Oh….she speaks now!’ in return, and went back to her fingers playing lightly across Gwen’s body again for now. The Welsh wrestler was finding this combination of attacks to be something totally new to keep up with it seemed as her legs beat at the mats, and she let out a cry of frustration. So Lexi slapped her breasts again, before easing her top a little more out of the way, once again exposing her that little bit more. As Gwen moved to defend that, Lexi moved back to work around the waist with her fingers increasingly inside the waistband of Gwen’s hotpants. There was a fearsome yell of pain then from the raven haired woman as Lexi tensed her thighs hard, putting the squeeze on her.

Gwen was more used to that style of action though in truth, and it was the hand now digging deeper inside her hotpants that was troubling her. Lexi remarked ‘you really are very committed to this whole vintage thing!’ as she took great delight in making Gwen shriek as she tugged at an apparently quite impressive bush between her legs now. The Welsh woman tried to protest the action once again, tried to kick and squirm, buck and bridge, but she was totally trapped it seemed. Getting worked in ways she was neither expecting or prepared for either as she slapped at Lexi’s legs, and quickly regretted it as the brown haired New Yorker switched the focus of her attack with speed. That saw her able to remove, to all intents and purposes, Gwen’s bikini top now, allowing it to rest just below Gwen’s heaving breasts as she briefly contemplated her next focus of attack. Once again, Gwen started to push and pull at the legs so expertly holding her hostage, to little effect, as Lexi surprised her again by starting to tweak at her nipples in a decidedly sensual manner now. It was all starting to overwhelm Gwen a little, her nipples stiffening quickly in response to Lexi’s latest work, eyes screwed shit in pain as she felt the full force of the scissor hold. All too soon, that pain had intensified, with Lexi locking on for a breast maul to punish the Welsh woman whose increased cries of pain proved how the fleeting pleasure she’d felt from Lexi’s sensual breast work had only gone to heighten the pain she felt now.

‘Submit?’ Lexi asked as she continued with the harsh breast maul still, punishing Gwen some more before she started to shift her position a little, legs still tight around Gwen’s body. She’d got in to the position that would allow her to smother Gwen, not that she actually did so just yet though, preferring to tease Gwen with the prospect first as her tight body scissors continued to trouble the Welsh woman. Again she slapped the now bare breasts of the raven haired wrestler, enjoying the way that she reacted to each touch as if she had been stung. Lexi was enjoying herself, perhaps a little too much, and she almost paid the price as Gwen tried to roll her legs up and trap Lexi’s feet, perhaps hoping to prise them apart with her own feet. Lexi just about resisted that, and then she used a handful of the lustrous raven locks of her opponent to wrestle Gwen back into position on her back, giving her a squeeze with her deceptively strong legs as a rebuke for the attempted escape bid.

At that though, Lexi decided it was time to stamp her authority on the first fall of this match. Shifting her upper body slowly across Gwen’s allowed her T=Shirt to ride up once again, giving her the chance to press her firm breasts and her own stiff nipples into Gwen’s impressive DDs. As her smaller breasts dominated the Welsh woman’s in this brief impromptu tit fight; Lexi knew that the moans of protest from Gwen betrayed that she was a little confused, maybe even a little turned on by the work of the New Yorker here. It told her too that Gwen was likely to be ripe for the taking now as she plunged her now bare breasts into Gwen’s face, smothering the raven haired Welsh woman. Her left hand was wrapped up in Gwen’s hair, just making sure that her face was presented right to give the maximum effect to her smother. Now she encountered the stubborn nature of the Welsh woman. After all, she hadn’t amassed 11 wins in submission wrestling without being able to resist a little adversity or pain. Adversity came in the form of the smother, pain followed in the form of the harsh breast maul that Lexi applied to the wrestler, enjoying the way her moans of pain reverberated through her breast, pressed tightly into her face.

It was no cry of submission though just yet, more one of defiance as Lexi slapped at her body a couple of times, lightly, fingers lingering on the skin for a little while longer than she may have done to tease Gwen. ‘Why not submit Gwen?’ Lexi taunted now, adding ‘or is it because you like having my tits in you face? Naughty girl Gwen!’ she mocked. That made the Welsh woman kick and squirm all the more, desperate as she was to get free, and Lexi simply lay heavily on her, legs still squeezing that curvy body, knowing that each movement tired Gwen some more. ‘Nooooo!’ she still moaned in defiance of the submission requested by Lexi though, who smiled sweetly and looked to continue the attack with her right hand starting to explore down Gwen’s body, tracing lazy circles on her stomach now, all the time working it’s way further south, making the raven haired woman shudder with anticipation. ‘Still don’t want to submit Gwen?’ Lexi asked, feeling dominant now as she delivered a heavy flat handed slap to her belly that rang around the basement. Then her hand was inside those high waisted hot pants, parting the impressive bush and forcing Gwen to howl with anguish as she anticipated a crotch claw. The actual intent of Lexi may have been worse still for Gwen, because she was a woman able to handle a degree of pain. As she kicked and squirmed though, tiring herself some more in the process, Lexi’s intentions became clear; she wasn’t going to claw Gwen, she was going to finger fuck her instead. ‘OOOOOHHHHH’ Gwen gasped, her voice muffled of course by Lexi’s breasts as she felt the expert intentions of the New Yorker.

‘Do you like that Gwen?’ Lexi cooed softly in her ear, going on ‘because your pussy feels so wet, I think you do, don’t you?’ The tell tale signs were all there, Gwen’s hips rising and falling to meet the movements of the brown haired fighter’s fingers. But the smother was still on, tighter still as Gwen, distracted by Lexi’s work had stopped fighting it just for now. That was going to be the deciding factor here in the first fall it seemed. Gwen was squirming to Lexi’s expert touch, but the New Yorker had underestimated her tight body scissors and smother working so well together so effectively. Pain may have been something Gwen could resist to an extent, but lack of air meant that we wouldn’t yet find out if she could resist sexual pleasure in a catfight as she frantically submitted, gasping for breath.

‘Oh, too bad’ Lexi smirked, then telling Gwen ‘I’ll take this now’ as she picked up the Welsh woman’s top to take it back to her corner for the break between rounds.

‘Hey, give it back!’ Gwen moaned, still down on the mats catching her breath.

‘Oh poor Gwenie’ Lexi smiled now, ‘you don’t know how catfights work yet do you sweetie?; she continued. Then she made the Welsh woman shudder as she told her ‘you can have it back…..after I’ve taken those cute hotpants in the next fall’ before returning to her corner of the mats. The implications were now clearer to Gwen; she would have to fight topless in the second fall, and if Lexi had her way, she’d be finishing it naked. It wasn’t that she’d never been at least a little exposed on the mats, even with her vintage style outfits usually keeping her well covered, wardrobe malfunctions could always happen. But she had never started out a fall topless, been threatened that she’d be stripped nude, or perhaps most importantly, known that she was against a woman so likely to take advantage of it. But she was here to fight, and it was no good complaining about it because nothing that Lexi had done or threatened to do was against the rules here. Gwen knew she would have to to take the fight to the crafty New Yorker in this second session if she was to strike back now.

Then time between falls passed quickly for Gwen who was trying to compose herself for the unorthodox style, to her at least, of Lexi. For the New Yorker, it was time passing slowly as she was anxious to restart, knowing that she had got the raven haired woman at the end of the first session. Of course, neither had to wait all that long until Karen instructed then to fight again, and Lexi emerged from her corner, removing that cropped white T-shirt over her head to throw it back towards Michael in the corner. ‘I’m keeping it fair’ she smiled at a cautious Gwen, ‘whenever you lose an item of clothing, then so will I’ she declared, then moved hastily on to the attack to surprise Gwen with a slap to the face. That was delivered with just the requisite amount of force to sting Gwen, shock her perhaps into a momentary reverie that allowed Lexi to follow up with a knee to the belly of the Welsh woman, and she took the early initiative for round two of the fight, at least so she thought.

‘Come on Gwen….thought you’d be better than this’ Lexi chided her, patting her face lightly as she used the hair to straighten the Welsh woman up. Then she tried to lift her for a body slam and she found that while Gwen might not be totally au-fait with her style of wrestling, she did know how to counter a move such as that. She set her feet heavily, resisting Lexi’s first two attempts, before, on Lexi’s third attempt to lift her, she went with it easily, and used the momentum to squirm out over Lexi’s shoulder. Now behind the brown haired New Yorker who was facing the ring ropes, Gwen pushed, sending Lexi chest first into the ropes, and caught her with a hard forearm shot to the lower back. Lexi’s back arched from the powerful and well timed blow, and it was a fight back in the balance as the handful of spectators watched on with interest. Gwen continued her momentum nicely, lifting Lexi up with impressive ease and body slamming her at the centre of the matted area. She kept up the pressure too, dropping an elbow heavily across Lexi’s chest, making her groan as she continued to put her size and strength edge to work in the early part of round two. Down on the mats, it was time now for Lexi to sample the power in Gwen’s thick thighs as she was tied up in a side head scissors quickly by her raven haired opponent. Another groan from Lexi who was sampling more than just power Jemma and Beth thought; she looked like she was sampling being in trouble in a match for the first time really.

Gwen pushed up on her elbow, knowing that to do so raised her hips and increased the pressure on Lexi from the scissors, and she was rewarded by hearing the New Yorker moan ‘ooohhhhh!’ for her effects. A look at Lexi’s face showed that she was still smiling though despite the hold, and she was some way from being forced to submit despite the hold. Gwen tensed her thighs again, wanting to grind the American fighter down some more, but then in return, her whole body tensed as Lexi found a target in her nipple and started to play with it sensually. This was a method of attack still quite alien to Gwen it seemed, and one that she shied away from, albeit by slapping Lexi’s face before turning her hold free and forcing Lexi to her feet with a hand on each of her pig tails. ‘Stop that funny shit you dirty tart!’ Gwen admonished Lexi sternly, although Lexi just smirked in return before the Welsh woman showed her power again to sweep her off her feet and into a bear hug. Again Lexi moaned, feeling the powerful arms grinding into her lower back, but surely this was another position she might exploit with her body pressed in so tightly to Gwen’s.

‘Did Gwen want a hug? Is that it?’ Lexi immediately teased through slightly gritted teeth as she suffered the effects of the bear hug, just starting to run her hands slowly over Gwen’s body.

‘No! Stop that!’ Gwen admonished her now, cranking on the bearhug again.

‘Sorry Gwenie’ Lexi smiled sweetly, going on ‘but your hug has me feeling all hot and bothered….’ she explained. Then she buried both hands in Gwen’s hair to control her head and kissed the completely startled Welsh wrestler, her tongue parting Gwen’s lips with ease to duel hungrily with Gwen’s. The response was predictable from Gwen; flustered, she set Lexi down in front of her, practically dancing on the spot as she had no idea how to cope with this style of attack at all. Once again, Emily shouted encouragement, trying to snap Gwen out of an almost trance like state that threatened, along with Lexi’s expert attentions, to engulf her. ‘Fight her Gwen! Don’t let her treat you like that!’ she advised, but it was too late as Lexi abruptly broke off the kiss and took all of the fight out of Gwen for the moment with a knee lift to the pussy. With Gwen frozen on the spot from that, her face still registering the surprise of how things had gone south for her in this fall, Lexi slid a hand between her legs. Pausing for a moment to rub her fingers sensually across Gwen’s crotch, she then lifted the bigger woman, and body slammed her at the centre of the mats. In this moment, Lexi was just about as businesslike as she ever got on the match, delivering a leg drop across those heaving DD breasts, before pulling Gwen upright by her hair so that she might send her into those ring ropes. As Gwen rebounded Lexi was waiting for her so that she could lash a chop across her breasts, striking home with a satisfying sound of hand meeting skin, and a shriek of anguish from Gwen. The Welsh woman remained standing, much to Lexi’s delight as she quickly grabbed an arm, grapevined her leg, and skilfully trapped her powerful raven haired opponent in an abdominal stretch.

Gwen moaned just a little, feeling the stretch take it’s effect for the first time while she had Lexi grinding her elbow in to her side for a moment, just adding to the effect. At least this was wrestling though, maybe not entirely of her usual kind, but of a style that she could at least try to counter with wrestling. Then Lexi hooked her fingers into the chequered waistband of her hotpants, presenting her with an entirely different problem to deal with as she eased them down a little to just expose a hint of her impressive bush.

‘No! No you don’t!’ Gwen protested, a hint of panic in her voice perhaps at the prospect of being stripped naked.

‘Oh come now Gwenie…...we’re all grown ups, it’s nothing to be ashamed of’ Lexi smiled, easing Gwen’s hotpants down a little more even as she said it.

Gwen wriggled and squirmed, her determination not to be stripped providing a burst of energy that made her tough to control in the abdominal stretch, but Lexi had plans. Releasing that, but taking advantage of the leg grapevine, she grabbed Gwen’s hair and used it to deliver a rudimentary but effective side leg sweep to send her crashing to the mat. Very smoothly too, Lexi floated across Gwen’s body, making sure to rub her own breasts all over the Welsh woman’s bigger and evidently quite sensitive breasts as she did so before securing a cross pin. She had one of the raven haired wrestler’s arms trapped between her legs, controlling that and not worrying too much about the other hand for now as she used her forearm to ease Gwen’s head to the side a little. Now it was a game of cat and mouse, a very frisky cat at that, as Lexi picked at Gwen’s breasts, forcing the raven haired woman to use her free hand to defend herself against that first of all. The New Yorker’s intent moves seamlessly from pain to pleasure and back again, before she switched and grabbed that shock of raven hair for a moment to wrench Gwen’s head back to the other side.

‘Owwww…..bitch!’ Gwen moaned now, feeling the burn in her scalp for a moment.

‘Sorry Gwenie’ Lexi smiled, now just controlling by the hair as the Welsh woman stopped railing against the hair pull for the moment. Now though, Lexi went back to the breasts, gaining a particularly loud shriek from Gwen with a tweak of her right nipple. Again Lexi smiled, recognising the sounds of a woman almost broken to her will now, as she continued to play that nipple for a little while longer. ‘You’re not used to that, I can tell Gwenie’ she chirped cheerfully as she continued the slow torture of this raven haired wrestler. Gwen bridged, showing that she maintained her instincts as a wrestler, and it gained her a little respite as Lexi used the heel of her hand, low on the belly to slowly apply the pressure to drop her flat to the mat again. With one more squeeze of the breasts, Lexi now smoothly moved her position into a reverse schoolgirl pin, sat on the DD breasts of Gwen beneath her, and she wasted no time in getting her hands on to her red hotpants, clutching at the chequered waistband as she forced them down Gwen’s legs, past her knee. Gwen crossed her legs now, preventing the rest of the removal of the garment just yet, but she was essentially naked on a wrestling mat for the first time in her life.

‘You keep those hotpants around you knees for now Gwenie, if it makes you feel better’ Lexi chipped in. Then she lowered her voice a little and looked back over her shoulder so that she was looking in Gwen’s eyes and told her ‘I am taking them for my trophy wall though!’

She saw the flash of fury in the eyes of the raven haired fighter now, and predictably it was followed by a flurry of activity as Gwen tried desperately to dislodge Lexi. The New Yorker rode those attempts expertly though, bouncing lightly on Gwen’s big breasts as she did so. In a final flurry of action, Gwen swung her legs up, hoping to use the power there to dislodge her tormentor, only for Lexi to capture them. Pinned and folded, Gwen’s fate was sealed, but in her usual style, Lexi would take her time in delivering the finishing move. First she ran her fingers through her opponent’s thick dark coloured bush for a moment, enjoying the way Gwen’s body shuddered as her fingers found her pussy lips and played lightly there for a moment. This would be easy Lexi thought to herself, noting that Gwen was considerably more turned on that she might have liked to admit by the action and the way she had been treated here. Then Lexi’s fingers were inside her, slowly working as she searched for Gwen’s G-spot; she would bring her quickly to orgasm the New Yorker had decided, before putting her away. A loud moan from Gwen and another shudder of pleasure told Lexi she’d found her target now, there was no question about it, and her fingers went to work quickly, making Gwen howl in unbridled passion as she did so.

‘You came across as so straight-laced Gwenie’ Lexi smiled, her fingers working away with increased urgency inside Gwen now. ‘But you’re really quite a kinky little thing aren’t you?’ she told the raven haired Welsh woman who was in no kind of condition to deny it.

‘Nooo…..ooooohhhhh…….aiiieee!’ Gwen whined, determined to deny Lexi’s claims, but finding that she was overcome by the pleasure building in her now. And that pleasure continued to build rapidly, each movement of Lexi’s fingers in her bringing seemingly involuntary moans and whines of pleasure until she simply screeched out ‘OOOOHHHHH FUUCCCKK!’ as she found herself squirting in forced orgasm there on the mats.

There was no time for her to consider what had just happened to her though as Lexi simply shifted back, converting the reverse schoolgirl pin into a reverse face sit, and Gwen was in a world of trouble that she simply wasn’t going to come back from today. The orgasm had forced the fight out of her and she simply lay back on the mat in the face sit for a moment with Lexi gently stroking her breasts before she tapped the mat in submission. Karen declared Lexi the winner by raising the beaming New Yorker’s hand in the air in victory. Then of course, Lexi claimed her prize, taking the hotpants from Gwen who didn’t resist her now, before Lexi helped her up off the mat and into a hug, whispering a few words into Gwen’s ear.

Both women went off quickly to change now, and to the surprise of Jemma and Beth, Gwen stayed to chat with everyone for quite a while afterwards. It seemed that while she was highly unfamiliar with Lexi’s style of fighting, she had actually found the challenge to her liking more than had perhaps been evident at the time.

As everyone got ready to leave, two questions remained unanswered, the first of which Jemma voiced, asking ‘what did Lexi say to you at the end Gwen?’

‘Oh that?’ Gwen smiled, ‘Lexi said that I could make a good catfighter once I learned how’ she said. ‘And I think I’d like to do that’ she admitted. ‘It’s a different style of challenge to submission wrestling, but also so much more…..interesting’ she allowed.

‘Well that’s great’ Jemma agreed.

‘We can probably get you some matches if you struggle to find them’ Beth offered too now.

‘I might just take you up on that if there’s not a thriving scene back home’ Gwen agreed.

‘And Lexi’ Beth continued on to the second question, ‘when will you be back for another match?’

‘It’ll be a few months this time I think’ Lexi said, looking at Michael as if to confirm their travel plans. ‘I’ll give you a heads up nearer the time. And blondie….’ she said.

‘Yes Lexi?’ Beth asked.

‘Don’t forget I want you on the mats sugar…’ the New Yorker smiled.

‘Oh we’ll be in New York really soon’ Jemma told her. ‘We’re just working that bit of the trip out so we came back for a few days first to do that.’

‘Well, I’m always ready...especially for blondie!’ Lexi beamed excitedly.