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The Angels Of New York

By Wolfboy

Jemma and Beth face the Angel Twins in a tag team catfight

While Jemma and Beth prepared for their tag team match, and Andrea recovered her composure a little, Lexi went to let in their opponents for the tag team match. Getting them settled in to a separate part of the apartment so that they could prepare, Lexi returned then to the ring in the basement, now sporting a referees shirt over her scarlet bra and panties so that she could take control of the fight. And that was what this promised to be, Lexi knew. While she wasn’t going to reveal the rules until the action was about to start, it was going to be an exciting brawl that could take in the whole of the basement fight area.

On the one hand, she had Jemma and Beth, both determined and tough young catfighters. And then in opposition, she’d found them pro wrestling twins who wanted to fight for real as well. It had a lot of potential she realised. The twins wouldn’t have experienced the exact style of the catfighters, but in turn were fit and athletic with more experience of working as a team, albeit in pro style matches. She was excited at the prospect of the fight that would unfold in front of her there. She also wouldn’t have to wait all that long for it to happen. Jemma and Beth appeared from their temporary changing area, accompanied by a now fully clothed Andrea who was surprised to find Lexi throwing her another referee’s shirt.

‘You’re my back up ref’ Lexi said, explaining ‘this whole basement is in bounds, so just in case there’s action in two areas at the same time.’

‘Fair enough’ Andrea smiled, not questioning it. Instead, she stripped off her own shirt, and replaced it with the offered referees shirt. In the process, she revealed that she was braless, prompting Lexi to ask her ‘good God girl….don’t you ever wear clothes?!’ with a laugh.

‘Sometimes’ Andrea smiled, watching Lexi leave the ring to go and find the twins and bring them into the ring to start the fight. Andrea pulled the shirt on, admiring for a moment the way it stretched so tightly over her big breasts. Then she turned her attention to the match and the two women in their corner of the ring that she had been expecting to second only moments earlier. They were very much catfighters. Beth in a bright blue lace bra and matching thong coupled with nude hold up stockings, her blonde hair short, a little spiky and scruffy in places, but all adding up to an attractive picture. Next to her, Jemma matched her attire in style but wore it in lime green, almost florescent, coupled with black hold up stockings and her flame red hair long and loose around her shoulders. They looked confident, both now experienced enough catfighters in their own right, although their one tag team fight to date had been a tough one, ending in defeat to Jackie and Netty.

Now, Lexi returned to the ring, leading the twins down into the basement for the contest which would be their first taste of catfighting. Although it was a tag team contest, they looked like barefoot pro wrestlers in their choice of attire, having elected to use one of their first sets of pro wrestling gear, just without the boots. The bigger of the two twins, by maybe an inch and five pounds at the most wore a pink and baby blue crop top which had one short sleeve on her right arm, while her left arm was bare. That was coupled with matching hotpants with a little cut out on each hip, worn over shimmering footless suntan coloured tights. Her twin matched the colour scheme, but favoured a thong backed bottom, again over the shimmering footless tights, while her top had a long sleeve on the right arm. Each had a flowing mane of brunette hair, lightly curled, that Jemma and Beth eyed across the ring with a thinly veiled lust. It was a hair style that a catfighter was sure to appreciate when it was worn by an opponent. In turn, the two athletic pro wrestlers looked over at Jemma and Beth and thought they saw two women that they could dominate physically. If only they knew.

‘Now ladies, this is going to be a one submission, tornado tag team brawl with no time limit. It’s anything goes, and this whole ‘basement’ is in play’ Lexi told them. ‘Tornado rules means that all four of you are fighting at the same time. Double teams are completely legal. You just need to do what it takes to make one member of the other team give up. Andrea and I will be your referees, and I think it’s best if one of us follows each pair of you during the fight’ Lexi confirmed, as Andrea came into the ring now to take up her position. ‘Now first our team from England. Jemma is 20 years old, 5 feet 7inches tall, 152lbs, measures 36D-24-36 and has a record of 15 wins and 3 losses. Beth is her partner in more ways than one, and she is 22 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall and 134lbs. She measures 34C-25-34 and has a record of 4 wins and 5 losses. As a tag team they have one match, one defeat. Their opponents from here in New York are the Angel Twins; Nicola Angel is the one with the short sleeve’ Lexi said, checking that Nicola nodded her consent as she was still struggling just a little to tell them apart. ‘Nicola is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 155lbs, 38DD-23-38. Frankie Angel is the Angel with the long sleeve. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 149lbs, 38D-24-39. Neither has fought in a catfight previously. Do you all understand the rules?’ Lexi asked, seeing all four nod their confirmation. ‘OK, well then, FIGHT!’ she told them all.

There was no immediate action though. Now knowing the complete set of rules for the first time, tactics needed to be hastily discussed by both teams. It wasn’t so much a stand-off, just a brief time out in the match almost, allowing the briefest of strategic planning periods to take place. Jemma whispered to Beth, Nicola whispered to Frankie….Beth and Frankie whispered back and then all four nodded fairly decisively. The plan was in place for both teams; Jemma and Nicola homed in on each other while Beth and Frankie did the same, the battle lines seemingly drawn. Each pair carefully veered off to opposite sides of the ring too, not wanting to risk catching a stray blow from the other pair. Lexi followed Jemma and Nicola, Andrea went with Beth and her dance partner Frankie. Then the action began. Jemma and Nicola grabbed each other’s long hair, ragging each other’s heads around as they snapped and snarled at each other, starting to slap to the body. Across the ring Frankie was at a disadvantage in hair to target, but she attacked the problem with some enthusiasm so that quickly four women had their hands in each other’s hair in the ring.. Already Jemma and Nicola were flailing slaps in to bare flesh, relishing the face that they were as evenly matched as they were, like minded in their fighting approach. Jemma was perhaps that little bit more cunning as she delivered a heavy slap to Nicola’s belly, the sound reverberating around the basement now. It acted as enough of a shock to Nicola to see Jemma able to force her back to the corner where a chop across Nicola’s breasts rocked the pro wrestler for a moment.

In the other part of the ring, Beth was now deftly using the hair to steer Frankie towards the corner and an introduction to the top turnbuckle face first. Beth turned Frankie so that her back was to the turnbuckles, and chopped her breasts before sawing away at the brunette’s midsection with a couple of punches to soften her up. A glance over her shoulder to the opposite corner showed Jemma to be doing pretty much the same to Nicola and a brief locking of the eyes was all it took for the two lovers to formulate a plan. Each set their respective dance partner up for an Irish Whip towards the opposite corner of the ring. Now though the pro wrestling training of the twins came in to play to turn the tables on their lingerie clad assailants. Frankie reversed the whip, sending Beth towards centre ring. At the same time, Nicola had gone with Jemma’s Irish Whip so that she was rushing towards Beth whom she flattened with a clothesline on the run. Now Frankie wan at Jemma who found herself also flat on her back, almost before she’d registered the threat at all, courtesy of a Thesz Press from the pro wrestler.

A full body pin saw Frankie able to control Jemma for a moment, although in doing so, she’d taken that part of the battle back into the realm of the catfighter in Jemma. The redhead’s stocking clad legs fought for control of Frankie’s quickly, making the brunette realise her mistake. Nicola meanwhile had control of Beth who she peeled off the mat, rocked with a short headbutt, and then flattened her again with an impressively athletic drop kick. With Beth down on the mats, Nicola was free to come and intercept Jemma just as, from beneath, she spread Frankie in an inverted grapevine and pulled her in for her first taste of a breast smother. Nicola dropped a leg across Jemma’s face, and not expecting that at all, she was stunned, losing control of the grapevine. As Frankie got off Jemma, Nicola was already in the hair, pulling her to her feet and backing her into the ropes. Lexi was checking on Beth while Andrea kept tabs on the first double team of the contest. Nicole sent Jemma into the ropes then joined forces with Frankie to deliver a shuddering double shoulder tackle in which their combined 304lbs easily sent Jemma to the canvas. Each hit the ropes in opposite directions now, rushing in to deliver a double splash, one high and one low across Jemma’s body to squash the wind out of her.

Immediately the twins decided to go for one more splash, sending they had Jemma set up pretty well for it. Frankie, targeting the higher splash across Jemma’s chest, ran to the ropes only to find Beth now recovered and timing an attack perfectly to wrench her to the mat by the hair. At the same time, Nicola was unhindered targeting the lower splash, at least until she found Jemma’s legs raised to catch her splash and wind her. The situation was back with the two original pairings, Jemma and Nicola taking a moment to recover while Beth flailed away at Frankie with a flurry of slaps down on the mat, before the brunette pulled her into a snarling catball.

‘Fucking bitch!’ Frankie shot at Beth who fired back ‘weak cunt’ as they rolled around the mat, and then out beneath the bottom rope. Lexi followed that pairing out towards the matted area of the room, feeling that might favour Beth to take Frankie away from the ring, where the pro was at her most comfortable. Still, for the time being, neither was able to find a way to break the catball, rolling away from the ring as they continued to warm each other’s bodies with slaps. In the ring, Jemma marginally recovered the quicker to trap Nicola in a front headlock under the watchful eye of Andrea, using the hold to force Nicola to a half standing position. Jemma quickly thought better of that, using a clubbing forearm across the shoulders to drop Nicola to her knees, perhaps having thought better of actually wrestling against a wrestler. Meanwhile, Beth had stopped the rotation of the catball for the moment with her on top, stinging Frankie’s face with slaps. For the time being then, both catfighters held the upper hand, Jemma moving in to force Nicola to her feet by her hair, while Beth started to fight for position with her legs, hoping to grapevine and spread Frankie. Backing Nicola up to the ropes, Jemma eased the brunette’s crop top up for the first time, just exposing the bottom half of her breasts to a stinging chop that saw the wrestler cry out and clutch at her chest. At the same time, there was a sudden cry of anguish from outside the ring; one that Jemma recognised as being Beth’s. She turned to see that Frankie had in fact succeeded in grapevining Beth instead of Beth trapping her as she’d planned. Quickly the pro wrestler had got her arms under Beth’s armpits and shown her strength to effectively bench press the blonde’s upper-body. It wasn’t a move that Jemma recognised, but she recognised those sounds of pain in her girlfriends voice. Distracted by that, she turned back to Nicola, and the more powerful of the twins delivered a heavy forearm smash to the breasts that knocked Jemma to her butt in front of her.

Nicola allowed herself a second to adjust her tap to cover her breasts then enjoying the pained sounds of Beth in her ears, she walked towards Jemma making a grab for her flame red hair. At the same time, Jemma raised her foot into Nicola’s belly and used it to send her over to the mat in a kind of low monkey flip. Nicola rolled quickly enough, getting to her feet as Jemma did, and the brunette was still pretty happy with her position. Jemma had to go through her to get the where Beth and Frankie were on the outside. ‘OWWWW…..put me down bitch!’ Beth moaned, a definite hint of pain in her voice, but also some defiance as Jemma ran into Nicola for another exchange of slaps and punches that looked to have ended when Nicola snatched her flame red hair, wrenched her head to the side, and cracked a hard slap off her cheek. Then she taunted her ‘listen to the noise your bitch is making out there….why don’t you submit and save her!’

‘DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE JEMMA!’ Beth yelled defiantly. Despite her predicament, she was starting to try and work free, aware that no matter how strong Frankie was, she couldn’t hold her up like this indefinitely. Nicola held Jemma in that position, head wrenches to the side by the hair, confident she had control of the situation, right up to the point, Jemma sent a kick up between her legs and sent the brunette crumpling to the mat in pain. Jemma didn’t waste any time now, ignoring Nicola down on the mats and going to deal with Frankie who saw Jemma coming, but not in time to avoid a kick in the ribs from the redhead. She groaned in pain, dropped Beth so that the blonde landed on her, further winding her, and Jemma had helped Beth to take control of her part of the fight once more. Beth shifted quickly into a schoolgirl pin position, and slapped Frankie’s face, before she told Jemma ‘thanks babe!’

‘My pleasure’ Jemma smiled, giving Beth a kiss quickly as her girlfriend pressed her hand down on to Frankie’s face, not smothering her, but holding it down for another slap to be delivered. Beth remained in that dominant position, asking Frankie ‘how do you like this you little bitch?’ as she slapped the pro wrestler once more. Jemma returned to the ring as she wanted to keep on top of Nicola now, and coming in a bit carelessly, she got tagged with a heavy right hand to the stomach. She groaned, felt Nicola’s fingers in the waistband of her lime green thong, and was pulled on to a follow up headbutt to the stomach that dropped her to a knee in front of the pro wrestler. Also kneeling, Nicola lunged for Jemma, hoping to knock her to her back, but instead they fell untidily in to the ropes with Nicola half pinning Jemma whose back arched across the bottom rope. Nicola crashed a chopping slap into Jemma’s breasts, not all that well protected by her lime green bra, and smiled as the redhead grimaced. She inched up Jemma’s body a little further, sensing that the rope running harshly across her back made it tough for Jemma to resist her. She sensed wrong, and Jemma used Nicola’s closer proximity to her to snake a hand inside her top to maul her breasts.

‘OWWWWW…...YOU FUCKING BITCH!’ Nicola whined loudly, causing Frankie to kick and buck wildly, hoping to get free of Beth and help her twin out of whatever problems she had found herself in. Beth rode her well though, and even though Jemma ate a slap in the mouth, she could tell that her tit work was getting to Nicola whose head was thrown back for a moment as she wailed in anguish.

‘What’s the matter bitch?’ Sensitive tits?’ Jemma questioned, knowing that the brunette pro wrestler was hurting from the attack. Knowing too that the taunting would probably spur Nicola on into fighting harder again. It did just that, with Nicola gritting her teeth and slapping Jemma in the face again. Jemma just smiled and squeezed the brunette’s breasts, enjoying the look of pain it brought to her eyes as she saw Beth moving further forward to try and sit on Frankie’s face while Frankie did her damnedest to defend an attack that was totally foreign to her. Frankie had her arms folded on her chest, a good defence against Beth’s line of attack for now, while her sister realised she was going to need to help the ailing brunette out eventually. Beth slapped Frankie’s face, bringing a moan of pain, but no break in her resistance. The blonde inched forward a little more then surprised Frankie as she got a hand under her top to work her breasts, finding that to be just as impactful on her as Jemma was finding with Nicola.

Both pro wrestlers were in trouble, and Nicola felt the desperation to do something to help Frankie out. In a feeling that she needed to act, however she did it, Nicola went with a headbutt, catching Jemma forehead to forehead. It wasn’t easy to pick out a winner in that collision then, as both screeched ‘OWWWWWW!’ and grabbed their foreheads, feeling equally dazed and pained by it.

‘OWWWW….son of a bitch…..my fucking head!’ Nicola moaned.

‘Stupid bitch…..didn’t you realise that would hurt?’ Jemma laughed in return, while Lexi checked on them both to make sure neither had concussed the other. Still Beth worked her breast maul on Frankie, probing, knowing that the second the brunette lowered her defences then she had her. Frankie moaned loudly in pain, before Lexi declared ‘you’re both alright’ and let Jemma and Nicola get back into it. And that was exactly what they did, to the background sounds of Frankie’s moans of pain. Back on their feet a flurry of slaps were exchanged before Jemma rushed Nicola to the ropes and fired her off with an Irish Whip. As the brunette rebounded, she found a redhead waiting on her to floor her with a strong clothesline. There was no break in their part of the fight though. Jemma went to the hair, forced Nicola up, and sent her into the ropes again only to find the brunette ready on this occasion, flooring her with a flying shoulder tackle. An increasingly loud groan of pain from Frankie reminded Nicola of the urgency of things now. With Jemma down for a moment, she followed up, dropping a thick nylon covered thigh across her face to daze her and keep Jemma down before she headed out through the ropes, clamping a sleeper hold on an unsuspecting Beth. Using that for control, while the blonde tried to get her hand inside the tight hold to ease it, Nicola was able to force Beth off her sister, and in the process, put the fight back in the balance.

Jemma was back on all fours, coming towards the ropes to try and interject, only to eat a low drop-kick from Frankie to roll her to her back, still inside the ring. ‘C’mon Nic’ Frankie said now, directing traffic a little, ‘lets get this one tied up and then we can make the blonde submit!’ she suggested.

‘Good one sis!’ Nicola agreed, breaking the sleeper which had Beth a little groggy, and may in truth have won the match for her team had she kept it on her. She headed back into the ring to where Jemma still looked to be a little dazed down on the mat, followed by Frankie in hot pursuit as she slipped through the ropes gracefully. Nicola already had Jemma up, looking a little groggy too as she backed her up to the ropes, lashing a chop across her heaving breasts. Jemma reached for them instinctively, only for Frankie to intercept that arm, as the twins set up Jemma for a double Irish Whip to the ropes. Now the twins learned that it wasn’t just in pro wrestling that an opponent could play possum a little. Not straight away though; they were successful in sending Jemma off to the opposite ropes but as they looked to move off the ropes to intercept her, Beth sprung into action on the outside of the ring, grabbing Frankie’s ankles to trip the surprised brunette and pull her back to the outside. Nicola set off unimpeded towards centre ring, heard the dull thud and groan of her twin hitting the mat, and attention diverted just enough, she was run over by Jemma with a clothesline. Once again the catfighters in Jemma and Beth had things under their control now for the moment; could this be a decisive advantage now?

As Beth and Frankie cat-balled for a moment under the watchful eye of Andrea on the outside, Jemma peeled Nicola off the mats now and following a brief exchange of punches, she’d subdued the brunette enough to lift and body slam her. Nicola groaned, finding Lexi’s ring to be quite unforgiving as she was planted there by Jemma who was on her quickly with a stomp to the belly. The imprint of Jemma’s heel was clear enough on Nicola’s tightly toned belly as the brunette wrestler gasped for air. At the same time, Beth was finding herself increasingly controlled by Beth with the blonde capturing her in a grapevine while both hands were pinned to the mat above her head. Beth smiled down at the still squirming brunette, taunting her ‘gotcha…..again!’ as she did so.

In the ring, Lexi monitored the action while Jemma controlled a winded Nicola well, pulling her up and sending her into the corner with a hard Irish Whip. Nicola may have slumped to the mat there in the corner had Jemma not been on to her so quickly, ploughing a shoulder in to her body to lift her butt on to the middle turnbuckle. Nicola groaned, fighting to catch her breath, and Jemma had a plan in her mind to make the brunette either suffer or submit. In an instant she had both of Nicola’s legs out over the middle ropes, in position to launch an assault on her womanhood no doubt. Jemma actually looked her deep in the eyes, told her ‘I’m sorry’ and then buried her knee deep into the brunette’s crotch, bringing a squeal of anguish and pain from her. ‘Submit, or I’ll do it again’ Jemma warned, giving Nicola the time to tell her ‘no!’ before she went ahead with a second knee. Nicola’s eyes screwed shut in pain, but again she told Jemma ‘No…..I’ll never submit!’

‘Tough girl hmm?’ Jemma asked her, but she had a plan of her own. Seeing Nicola was debilitated by the two knees, she took a moment to take off her stockings. Nicola still hadn’t seen the danger until Jemma had both of her feet tightly bound to the bottom ring rope with one stocking on each foot, effectively trapping her. It didn’t matter how flexible Nicola was, there wasn’t an easy way out for her as she struggled against her ties and told Jemma ‘you bitch...untie me!’

‘Yeah….sorry about that too’ Jemma smiled, sending a third knee lift into Nicola’s crotch to bring a howl of pain from the ailing pro wrestler who lolled listlessly on her precarious perch. ‘Don’t want you falling now do we?’ as she took off her own bra to use in tying Nicola’s right hand to the top rope now. The trap was almost complete now, courtesy of the makeshift lime green handcuff that secured Nicola to the ropes even more securely. Only one hand remained free, and ever the completist, Jemma was determined that she was going to secure that as well. ‘Babe…..’ she asked Beth, ‘can I, errr...borrow your bra?’

‘Of course you can sweetie’ Beth laughed, knowing instinctively what Jemma was planning. ‘But you will have to help yourself to it, I’m a bit busy with this one. She’s a wriggler!’ she pointed out as Frankie continued to try and squirm free of the grapevine.

‘Not a problem’ Jemma confirmed, ‘this one isn’t going anywhere for a while’ she said as she skipped through the ropes to the outside. Getting behind Beth, she may just have found time to run her foot in Frankie’s crotch for a moment before she unclasped Beth’s bra from behind her. Beth felt a faint rush of excitement to have her girlfriend stripping her like this while she was holding Frankie so firmly in place. ‘I’ll be back in a moment to help you finish this one off’ Jemma told her, unhooking the shoulder straps of Beth’s bra which could convert to being strapless, in this instance a very handy thing as it allowed Beth to keep control of the brunette’s hands.

Content her girlfriend had full control of Frankie, Jemma returned to Nicola and working from outside the ring she had her other hand tied to the rope in a matter of moments using Beth’s bra as the final restraint to hold Nicola completely trapped in the corner. There was a look of defiance in Nicola’s face still despite the predicament she found herself in, and she told Jemma ‘I won’t submit!’

‘We’ll see’ Jemma told her, sending in a knee lift, and then another to the crotch, each one drawing a howl of pain from Nicola, but also a snarl of defiance still as she just told the redhead ‘NO!’

‘I thought as much’ Jemma smiled, before patting her face gently as her head hung down looking at the canvas despondently. ‘Let’s see about your poor little twin then shall we?’ she said, before leaving Nicola there, still tied up with her seat on the middle turnbuckle. It would be a grandstand seat for the finale of the match now. As Nicola struggled futilely against her binds, Jemma left the ring and got Frankie by the hair, making sure she controlled the brunette well before Beth would release her. Frankie was feisty still despite Beth having controlled her, and she struggled against Jemma’s grip at least until Beth slugged her in the stomach, and now Jemma peeled her off the mat. Beth was first to enter the ring now, and was ready and waiting for Frankie to start off a spell of impressive double teaming from the team of catfighters. As Jemma pushed Frankie between top and middle ropes, Beth was waiting to deliver a knee lift to her breasts to take the fight out of Frankie. The brunette found it was now Beth controlling her by the hair while she was pulled the test of the way into the ring, Jemma following her into the ring. Now the two lovers showed that their in ring chemistry could be every bit as good as the twins could muster.

Beth sent Frankie to the ropes and appeared to be waiting on her at centre ring, only to drop down as Frankie rebounded towards her. As Beth melted out of her way though, Frankie was surprised to find Jemma already in the air to deliver a flying drop kick, her bare feet catching Frankie in her breasts to flatten her. Straight away, Beth was in the hair, peeling Frankie off the mat and waist-locking her while Jemma rolled into position to present an outstretched leg for a double team atomic drop. The pussy pounding impact drew a groan of distress from Frankie who was in deep trouble as Beth used the hair to pull her back off Jemma’s leg. Again Beth lifted her, this time using Jemma’s outstretched leg to deliver Frankie stomach first across it. The groan that accompanied the rush of air leaving her body showed it was a lung busting impact, and Jemma eased Frankie’s hot pants down slightly so that she could deliver a crack across her ass with only the brunette’s shimmering tights between hand and skin.

There was more a whimper from Frankie at that blow as in the corner Nicola told her ‘come on Frankie, fight them!’

‘She’s just a tiny bit busy right now honey’ Beth smiled at Nicola who fumed at her inability to help her sister out now. Her head hung down again as she felt like she’d failed her by getting tied up in the corner.

As Jemma pushed Frankie off her knee, the brunette rolled defensively to her belly and Beth punished that move with an elbow drop across the lower back. Then she carefully positioned the brunette before she flipped her over in her Boston Crab, so that Frankie’s pained eyes would lock with those of Nicola in the corner, laying bare her anguish for her twin to see. Beth leaned back into the hold, but not as much as she might have done, because behind her, Jemma was moving into position with her back to Beth to also trap Frankie in a rear chin-lock to add to the already painful predicament. Now Jemma and Beth really leaned into their holds so that their backs touched and Frankie let out a howl of pain, but gritted her teeth and refused to submit.

‘Go on….give up’ Jemma told her again, warning the brunette as she screamed out her defiance, ‘don’t make us hurt you!’

‘NOOOOOOO! AAAAGGGGHHHH…….OWWWW FUCK!’ Frankie bellowed, as Nicola looked on with a look of total frustration and anguish in her eyes, begging her sister to hold on as she still struggled helplessly against her makeshift restraints.

Andrea moved in to check on Frankie who once again cried out in pain but refused to submit to the combination hold when asked if she gave in. It was Lexi who had identified the end game though for Jemma and Beth. They didn’t want Frankie to submit at all, or at least they certainly didn’t need her to; they were sure that the sight of her twin suffering might make Nicola submit in the corner instead. ‘What do you say?’ Lexi quietly asked Nicola now as Frankie’s cry of pain filled the room.

‘Hang in there Frankie!’ Nicola told her sister in response, but her eyes betrayed the conflict in her mind right now as Frankie screamed in pain and defiance.

‘Submit?’ Andrea asked Frankie.

‘NOOOOOAAGHHHHH!’ Frankie howled.

‘Submit?’ Lexi asked Nicola, and got no immediate response as the trapped brunette watched her twin sister getting punished harshly.

‘Tell that redheaded bitch I want her one on one next time’ Nicola told Lexi. The New Yorker didn’t have to relay the question to Jemma; she heard it loud and clear only a few feet away at centre ring.

‘Any time’ Jemma smiled. ‘I’ll fight you any time’ she agreed, accompanied by another wail of pain from Frankie. ‘So what do you want to do about this?’ Jemma asked, meaning the suffering of Frankie Angel in the combined hold.

‘I submit’ Nicola quietly said, almost whispering it to Lexi who immediately told Jemma and Beth to break because the fight was over. They did immediately, staying with their victim until Lexi and Andrea had untied Nicola. Then they went to their corner, while Nicola made sure that Frankie was OK.

After that, Nicola walked over and shook hands with both Jemma and Beth, but she also had that challenge ready for Jemma. ‘I want you one on one, no time limit, until one of us gives up next time’ she told the redhead who just smiled and agreed ‘I can’t wait’

So it was agreed that the match would take place between Jemma and Nicola at an as yet unspecified time. But it would be in Lexi’s ring once again, that was certain. The twins left fairly quickly after their chastening defeat, no real hard feelings as such between them and Jemma and Beth, but a definite tension between Jemma and Nicola, knowing that they would fight again.

Before Jemma, Beth and Andrea left to continue the last of their break in New York now, the last work was left to Lexi. ‘You two make a right pair of nasty bitches as a tag team. I’d have never thought of beating them that way!’ she said, a sense of admiration in her voice. ‘But you’re all such fun, so come on back and play again soon won’t you!?’