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I’ll Go Through You

By Wolfboy

Jemma gets her shot at the big time, but finds the Texas toughgirl Toni standing in her way

Jemma had recovered well enough from her defeat to Bindi but had vowed never to try and get down to that kind of weight limit against for a fight. It had been possible, but there was no doubt in her mind that going down to such a weight hadn’t really done her any favours. She wasn’t happy to have lost to Bindi who she was confident that she could beat, but it wasn’t playing on her mind any more. She started to look forward to her next fight, figuring that she and Beth would set up something private for her to get back into action. She’d not expected to be afforded another title shot any time soon, especially when it was in one of the open weight categories.

That was exactly what had happened to her though when she had been offered a title shot in a voluntary defence of the Southern Belles catfighting title. Of course, Toni had been the Southern Belle’s champion since dethroning Sara for the belt. A title fight against a woman who had beaten both her mother, and a mentor in Sara too, should have been a real red flag for Jemma. But all she heard was ‘title shot’. Even Beth, usually level headed about such situations, was taken in by the chance instead of thinking it through. After all, a title shot is a title shot, how could that be turned down by any fighter. Even better, they would get to travel to Texas, spending a few days exploring Dallas and the surrounding areas. Then Jemma would take on Toni in what sounded like an interesting match type for both of them; the Texas Cowgirl Ranch Fight. Once again, the danger for some reason wasn’t evident; this would be a no holds barred fight held in and outside a ranch complex, littered with plenty of items that might be used as weapons. Add into the mix the dangerous and wily Texas tough girl Toni and it appeared to be a recipe for disaster for a still largely inexperienced catfighter.

A title shot was a title shot though and after Jemma and Beth had enjoyed themselves in the Dallas/Fort Worth area for a few days, it would be down to business, and a match with a high paying audience for the Southern Belles Catfighting Championship. This was one of the most prestigious catfight championships in the world, with a lineage longer even than the Smythe Title, so it was something Jemma clearly liked the idea of winning. She played the scenarios over and over in her head in the limousine ride from the heart of down-town Dallas, out through the site of Deeley Plaza, an area etched indelibly on the minds of the world, and then on in the direction of the ranch positioned close to, but remote enough from the town of Irving to ensure privacy. She and Beth were currently dressed more for the red carpet right now, than for a fight, with the Southern Belles organisation keen that the whole show make a real impression for them.

The ranch itself was unremarkable enough, a modern looking low building with an assortment of stables, barns, and outhouses at the rear of the property. That two of the bigger outhouses hid tiered seating to allow the crowd the best view of the action possible, wasn’t clear to anyone viewing them from above or behind. Each of the buildings had cameras set up in them to capture any action that spilled away from the main arena too. The side of one building had been whitewashed to allow a high definition stream of the match to be projected there for the crowd should the two fighters go out of their view. How well that would work in the bright Texas sunshine remained to be seen. It wasn’t a concern of Jemma’s as she arrived and stepped out of the limousine into the heat that felt more than hot enough to her to fry an egg on the ground. That heat was a concern too, but Jemma clutched Beth’s hand and walked confidently down the red carpet to get inside the main building of the ranch. Right now, she wore a glittering green dress, cut short on her legs and strappy on her shoulders, and she walked on a pair of towering nude high heels. Beth walking alongside her was slightly less strikingly dressed, recognising that today, it was Jemma that needed to look like the star. But she had embraced the general feel of the area, wearing a new pair of cowgirl boots with a pair of black denim hotpants and a sequinned black bra top. On her head, she wore a white Stetson, equally as new as the boots thanks to her shopping trip on the previous day.

Inside the building, they were shown to a thankfully cooler dressing room where Jemma’s outfit for the fight was waiting for her. The organiser had asked her to send it ahead so that there was no need for bags to be carried in to the building in case they ruined the aesthetics of the shot. ‘Shit it’s hot out there!’ Jemma remarked as she took a seat in their own private area of the building. ‘I’m going to need to finish this bitch off early!’ she told Beth.

‘I think you’re going to have to learn to pace yourself babe. And maybe try and fight her in those buildings a bit too’ Beth suggested. ‘It won’t be quite as hot in there out of the sun’ she pointed out.

‘I guess you’re right babe’ Jemma agreed. In her position inside the building, she was unaware that now the champion Toni had arrived outside with her usual entourage of Paislee and Annabelle in tow. Where Jemma had remarked how hot it was, Toni and Annabelle as Texas natives just agreed that it was ‘nice and warm out here’ as they got out of the car. Toni wore a simple black cocktail dress and heels and carried the Southern Belles championship belt over her shoulder. As she turned, the camera artfully caught a shot of her two companions, one in each lens of her mirrored sunglasses. Paislee, looking like she was enjoying the heat somewhat less than her southern friends, wore a white dress that was in a similar style to Toni’s. Coupled with her heels, it drew the blonde powerhouse up to well over 6 feet in height making her a fearsome proposition for anyone to take on. In complete contrast was Annabelle at just about 5 feet tall, wearing a red dress that the word mini really didn’t do justice to. It was a micro dress, barely covering her in all of the right places. Incredibly, given the outrageous temperature, the Texas native had completed her look with a pair of red over the knee suede boots and a red and white bolero jacket. ‘Aren’t you fucking hot Annie?’ Paislee asked as the three strutted confidently down the red carpet towards the building.

Sharp as a tack, the tiny blonde shot back ‘I was when I looked in the mirror earlier!’ leading the three to dissolve into laughter just inside the building. It was soon enough going to be game time, and there was no doubt that Toni would get serious then, but it was a happy and relaxed trio that made their way into their changing area.

The crowd was building in those two stands that were well hidden from any overhead view, and shaded from the hot sun as it seared its path through the hot Texas sky. Spaces were left at the front of each stand, one for Beth in the stand nearest to the main building, two for Paislee and Annabelle in the one further away from the building. The two fighters would be unseconded in what was essentially going to be an ‘I quit’ match fought against the backdrop of the ranch. Rules would be limited and anything that could be found within the confines of the site was technically legal to be used; while the site had been scoured for the more dangerous items that could have been used, there were still some items left around to be used. Paislee and Annabelle had looked like their honour had been irrevocably besmirched when officials had warned them not to hand any items to Toni to use, and that to do so would result in a disqualification. Faux outrage had dripped from Paislee’s voice when she’d asked ‘as if we’d do that! Why would you say such a thing?’

Still, they took their seats, Annabelle waving cheerily across the open ground to Beth in the other stand while she whispered beneath her breath to Paislee ‘I wish Toni had let me wreck that bitch’s shit!’

‘Easy tiger….’ Paislee smiled quietly. ‘All in good time honey…..all in good time.’

It was time for the action to commence now, which was made clear by the appearance of an announcer and a referee at the centre of the area of grass at the rear of the main ranch building. The announcer, a statuesque blonde in a white summer dress and cowgirl boots, raised the microphone to her scarlet lips and spoke. ‘This contest is for the Southern Belles Ladies Catfight championship, and it is a no holds barred ranch fight set for one submission, with no time limit. The area to fight inside is marked by the hay bales on the ground’ the announcer said as the camera shot panned around to show that the area included a number of the small outbuildings as well as a stable block. ‘All items found within the circle of hay bales are legal to use’ she continued, pointing out that ‘any items passed from outside the circle are not legal and will result in an immediate disqualification with the title passed to the winning fighter by that decision’. That was an announcement to send a real stir through the gathered crowd who knew that although Toni hadn’t previously defended the Southern Belle’s title, her reputation as a fighter preceded her. She used things to her best advantage; was that a trait that could see her over step the mark here maybe?

‘Now allow me to introduce the fighters. First of all our challenger this afternoon, all the way from England. She is 20 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs in at 148lbs and measures 36D-23-36 with a fighting record of 15 wins and 4 losses, this is Jemma Baines!’ There was a good reception for Jemma, her name guaranteeing that pretty much, as she stepped out of the shade and relative cool of the house into the hot Texas sun. She had changed from her glamorous look to a style perhaps more suited to the location. She wore a tight white tank top, quite evidently with no bra, cut off to finish a couple of inches above the waistband of a short denim mini skirt, beneath which she wore a lace thong in her usual emerald green colour. Her hair was loose and long, the flame red colour positively dancing in the sunlight as she walked to the far side of the fight arena. On her feet she wore a pair of white trainers, a concession to the fact the ground was hot and getting hotter already. As she took the applause of the crowd, she paced a little anxiously, evidently keen to make her mark here, and wanting to get things under way.

‘And her opponent is the current Southern Belles Catfight Champion, hailing from the heart of Dallas, Texas, she is 48 years old, stands 5 feet 5 inches tall, weighs 153lbs and measures 36C-30-38 with a catfighting record of 38 wins and 9 losses, this is Toni!’ the announcer said, as the champion appeared from the building now, brandishing the Southern Belles title belt above her head before she placed it just inside the circle of hay bales. By this point, the announcer was already making her way back towards the building and Toni waited for her though so that she could borrow the microphone from her for a moment, giving the crowd time to take in her appearance now. She wore a pair of denim hotpants over what looked to be a strappy one piece swimsuit in red. Her brunette locks were equally long and loose as Jemma’s and she wore a pair of white canvas trainers on her feet for the fight.

She took the microphone from the blonde and addressed the crowd ‘thank y’all for coming out here today to watch me fight’ she began, beckoning a camera to focus in on her a little more closely. ‘You see though, this isn’t really about today’ she informed everyone. ‘No, this is about a scared bitch sat on her fat ass over in England, who tried to use the rules to avoid having to fight me because she’s scared of me. And now she’s sent her little girl over here to deal with me. I mean…’ Toni said, her face beaming with enjoyment as she stirred the pot again, ‘what kind of a mother would do something like that? Well Emma, honey, I know you’ll be watching, so get off that fat ass honey and grab yourself a pen because you’re going to want to write this number down’ Toni said, inviting the camera to focus in even closer on her breasts now. The red fabric of the swimsuit there had a phone number written across it. ‘Well that’s Paislee’s phone number. You remember her right? Big nasty blonde….pissed on your face that one time. Well when you’ve had enough of me beating on your little girl, you have a little chat with Paislee. She’ll tell you what I want. Accept the terms and I’ll stop. But until then’ she said, ‘lets get on with this!’ Toni finished, turning to face the main area of the ranch, unaware that burning with indignation at being overlooked like this, Jemma had closed in behind her while she was looking at the camera. She turned then straight into a right hand to the face that as it rocked Toni in a flying cascade of brunette hair, sent the microphone arcing through the air as well.

‘Nobody sent me you stupid bitch!’ Jemma shot angrily at Toni using a front kick to the belly to fold her up in to a seated position on the hay bale for a moment now. ‘You asked for me, remember!’ Jemma told her, slapping her face and then grabbing the hair to pull Toni off the hay bale and drag her out towards the centre of the open part of the ranch arena. Toni fired back, recovering from the momentary early surprise she’d felt to catch Jemma with a right hand to the body, but Jemma cut her off with a thigh lift to the body in return, then using that grip of the hair she still held, she threw Toni to the dusty ground, right at the centre of the large area marked out by the bales.

Jemma was on to her quickly too, a kick to the breasts knocking Toni to her back, and Jemma moved in for the pin there, Forcing Toni to defend a flurry of slaps with her arms around her head. Then Jemma grabbed her brunette locks and told her ‘maybe I ought to piss on your face bitch….see how you like it!’ It was the prelude to Jemma hastily moving for the face sit, a dangerous position for Toni to find herself in despite the relative inexperience of her opponent. She knew it too, knew the face sit was the chosen move of the fiery redhead when it came to finishing opponents off. Toni timed her movements carefully now, bridging hard as Jemma’s butt brushed over her breasts, and she was able to send Jemma sprawling off her over her head into the hot dust. The problem wasn’t totally solved just yet though for Toni as Jemma maintained a grip on her hair and rolled quickly to her feet, still holding a degree of control. That lasted as long as it took for her to try to force Toni to her feet by that hair hold, and Toni nailed her with a low punch, straight to the crotch.

Jemma was frozen to the spot now, her face betraying the sudden shock she felt at getting hit like that. Toni was crafty, and she hit hard, which Jemma hadn’t perhaps been totally prepared for. Now Toni rose with an opportunity to do her first real damage of the fight, a chance she took first of all with a vicious thrust to the breasts to rock Jemma upright. Toni stayed on her for now, getting back to her feet and immediately raking the eyes of her challenger, drawing a shriek from the redhead as her vision was cruelly assaulted. ‘Now….’ Toni told her, holding her hair to present her face for a slap, ‘lets see what we can find lying around here shall we?’ she asked Jemma, starting to lead her towards one of the smaller out buildings. Jemma struggled against the way Toni was corralling her towards the slight unknown of the building, and she slapped and grabbed at Toni’s back, trying to get her nails into play to hurt the Texan. She was thwarted, first of all by the relatively tough fabric of Toni’s red swimsuit, and then by the way Toni turned and drove a straight knee into her belly. That was a move the Texan had used to great effect against Emma in the past, and she remarked on it as Jemma groaned in pain from it, telling her ‘your bitch mother can’t take those either!’ With Jemma suitably subdued then, she completed her aim of getting her into the small out-room, which was, it turned out, a tack room for the main stable block. A row of saddles hung from the wall in the building, along with an assortment of reins, and it was those that caught Toni’s eyes first. She lifted Jemma now, dropping her with a body slam on the straw covered floor, a heavy impact no matter how early it came in the fight.

With Jemma down in the straw, Toni was free to explore now, grabbing a set of those reins off the wall as she casually sauntered around the room, then made her way towards Jemma. She fashioned the reins into an impromptu whip now, and cracked it over the back of Jemma as she reached all fours. The noise was impressive as was the impact which had Jemma writhing on the floor, crying out in pain. Outside the room, the attention of the crowd was directed at the big screen to see what was happening as Toni waited patiently to repeat the dose and set Jemma writhing in the dirt and straw once again. She might have had her white tank top on, but it provided scant protection from the attack, and already Toni was looking supremely confident as she stood over Jemma, straddling her back and waiting for her to reach all fours. ‘Now bitch….you might as well get ready to submit already!’ Toni told Jemma as she looped the reins around her throat to choke her!

Jemma’s fingers were scrabbling at the ground for something rather than trying to block the choke, and it already looked to be a dangerous situation as she gasped for breath beneath the ruthless choke. Then suddenly, it was the champion, the Texas toughgirl who shrieked in anguished surprise as Jemma threw a handful of dirt and straw back over her shoulder into the eyes of the brunette. Her hands dropped the reins and Jemma was able to take in a gulp of air before she rolled to her back and kicked upwards, nailing Toni in the crotch now to send the champion to her knees in the straw, clutching at her womanhood. The reins were in Jemma’s grasp too now, and she glared at her, telling her ‘lets see how you like it cunt!’ and cracked them across Toni’s breasts. The Texan howled in pain, learning that it was better to dish it out than take it as it was clear her swimsuit offered her little more in the way of protection against the attack than Jemma’s tank top had.

‘Come on you bitch!’ Jemma told her, going to the hair to drag Toni up and get her outside the building again. She knew if the action went into these buildings too often, then she’d be in trouble given Toni’s evident proficiency in using whatever she could find in there. No sooner had she got Toni out of the building though, she sent her into the wall with something of an Irish Whip and crashed into her against the outside wall with a short avalanche splash. Pressed in tight against Toni now, Jemma got her thigh between the Texan’s legs to grind into her womanhood as her hands invaded Toni’s swimsuit to start mauling her breasts. ‘Small titted cunt!’ Jemma mocked her, enjoying the look of pain that flared in Toni’s eyes momentarily, before the Texan simply back headbutted her in the mouth, and knocked Jemma to her ass in the dirt.

‘You keep your mouth shut bitch’ Toni warned her, happy that with Jemma dazed, she had the fight right back under her control. Something she emphasised further with a hard kick across Jemma’s breasts to send the redhead to her back. Now Toni waited patiently for just a brief moment, allowing Jemma just to sit back up before she launched herself at the redhead with a low flying cross body tackle to flatten Jemma again. It was a clever move from Toni, doubling as a splash when Jemma went to her back beneath her in dirt, and increased in impact as she landed it across her breasts which had just been lashed with a fierce kick from Toni. The tough Texan showed her catfighting experience now, quickly able to trap and control Jemma in a cross pin before one hand slammed into Jemma’s belly. A hard punch, expected perhaps, but not seen by Jemma knocked the wind out of her just a little, but she still bridged, hoping to roll Toni off her only to find that the Texan fighter was firmly in place there. She had Jemma pretty securely trapped now too, one arm trapped between her thighs, the other pinned to the dusty ground by her head with a clever grip of the thumb from Toni that meant pain for Jemma if she tried to rail against it. Another punch went into her body, delivered short and hard by Toni to make sure Jemma didn’t know it was coming. Then Toni had a hand under her white tank top, easing it up rather than ripping it apart, exposing more of Jemma’s body on the way to mauling her breasts fiercely for a moment.

There was a yelp of pain from Jemma as Toni’s fingers, and nails, went to work on her sensitive breasts, noted by Toni who sneered ‘that’s right little girl. That’s proper tit mauling!’ Toni was confident that she was starting to get to Jemma a little now, as her redheaded challenger seemed to be struggling a little ineffectively beneath her. Toni worked her fingers on Jemma’s breast once more, smiling inwardly as she felt Jemma’s pain through the way they struggled there, body to body. But she still hadn’t totally take in to account the toughness and determined nature of Jemma. She might be outmatched in many ways but this wasn’t an opponent who would simply fold when Toni got on top. It took a mighty effort with a bridge, twisting and bucking as she did it but Jemma was just about able to roll Toni off her, on to the dusty ground. Jemma stayed down though, clutching her face a little, looking like Toni might have inadvertently hurt her on the way off her as she had rolled over her face, and she was still down as Toni confidently sunk a hand into her flowing red hair. She helped Jemma as far as her knees, then groaned as Jemma sprung her little trap, hammering Toni with a punch to the stomach. That one was delivered with plenty of force, and it took the edge from Toni’s game for a moment. A thrust to the throat from Jemma followed as she rose quickly and she definitely had Toni rocked and on the back foot again as it was Jemma now taking the fight back into one of the outbuildings.

This time, the fight had stumbled into the stable block of the ranch, empty of it’s usual equine dwellers. It was a playground instead for two cats in this case as the fighters disappeared into the building and it’s straw covered floor as the crowd diverted their attention to the makeshift screen again. The straw covered floor was quickly in play as Toni was thrown across it by Jemma, using her brunette locks for leverage. She didn’t stay on Toni straight away though, preferring to take down a small plastic bucket from a shelf, so that she could bring it down across the Texan brunette’s back as she reached all fours. That blow flattened Toni to the straw floor, face down, and out in the stands, even Annabelle and Paislee shifted a little uncomfortably at the way things were currently going for Toni. They’d expected her to have things her own way, but for now Jemma was standing over her with the bucket raised again, ready to lower it hard on Toni again. The tough Texan brought a sigh of relief to their lips though as she lurched to the side this time on reaching all fours, ans sent her shoulder into Jemma’s legs, knocking her to the straw covered floor with her.

Toni was feeling the impact of that shot with the bucket still, but she lunged for Jemma straight away, prepared to catball with the feisty young challenger. This was no gentle roll in the hay though; it was a full on scrap in the straw, with nails bared, at least when they weren’t buried in each other’s hair. Both rolled over in the straw, ensuring that after a brief spell pinned on her back beneath Toni, the pristine white of Jemma’s tank top was no longer quite so pristine. Still she showed her strength, rolling Toni into the bottom position once more, even getting a stinging slap into the brunette’s face before she tried to close her hands around Toni’s throat. A mistake it seemed as Toni jerked her knee up, caught Jemma in the crotch and took back the initiative in the fight again as she rolled the redhead to her back and slapped her hard. Jemma tried to roll away and found that to be a challenge with the Texan brunette still straddling her for the moment before she got off her. As she did, Toni buried a short back heel kick into Jemma’s belly just to punish her, and the redhead gasped, gagging for air as she rolled away towards the open door of one of the stables. Toni retrieved the plastic bucket from where it had landed, hurling it at Jemma. It bounced off Jemma’s shoulder, not really causing too much damage as the fight stayed in the relative cool of the stable block for now with Toni chastising Jemma ‘You want to fight with weapons….we’ll OK little girl’ as she sent another nasty kick into Jemma’s body. The redhead gasped for air at that, sending her rolling towards the open door of the stable. A heavy wooden sliding door on a track that watching from outside the room, Beth had no means of warning Jemma about as Toni grabbed it and looked to drag it into Jemma’s body while she lay in it’s path. Jemma was alive to the situation though, and she twisted, blocking the door with her outstretched arms, knowing that she could only hold it for a few seconds in that position. She kicked out then at Toni’s ankles, earning herself just a temporary respite as the Texan fell into the straw herself, and desperate not to get trapped on the floor, Jemma forced herself to scramble to her feet.

She rushed at Toni, trying to catch her immediately as she rose to Irish Whip her into the opposite wall of the stable block. A good plan, but one that Toni was wise to, using all her skills from the time she’d spent in the world of adult professional wrestling, to plant her feet and reverse the move. Instead, it was Jemma who made the short trip to hit the wall chest first, her breasts absorbing the majority of the impact. Toni was straight on her though with a hard forearm to the lower back and a handful of hair to pin Jemma against the wall, her cheek and her body hard against the smooth wooden wall. ‘Little fucking bitch’ Toni whispered in her ear menacingly. ‘Fuck off you old bag!’ Jemma spat back, taking another heavy forearm to the lower back. Then Toni had a hand beneath the hem of Jemma’s denim mini skirt, lifting it to reveal her ass so that she could grab her green lace thong and rip it with a briefly harsh wedgie that only lasted for moments before the fabric gave way. Jemma had barely had chance to register the pain of the fabric cutting into her before the garment had ripped, but she took another punishing forearm to the lower back now. These were blows designed to drain her as Toni just started to up the ante, sure that the time when her young challenger would no longer be able to handle it was approaching fast. She took Jemma by the hair, peeled her off the wall, and with a forearm smash across Jemma’s breasts for good measure, tried to lead her out into the blazing hot sunlight of the Texas afternoon.

Jemma was hurting. The heat was getting to her a little already, and she’d left a part of her attire behind in the stable block in the form of her green lace thong. But she was still fighting, grabbing the door frame of the stable block, and kicking out at Toni to force the Texan off her for a moment. Toni turned quickly, just as Jemma launched herself defiantly at her, using the grip of the door frame to propel herself at the champion. It was a messy impact, but she succeeded in her main aim of tackling Toni to the ground, allowing her to flail away with slaps and punches to the chest mostly. And they were effective enough blows, hurting Toni no doubt as they landed while, with the leverage against her, just for a few moments, Toni struggled to dislodge Jemma. The champion hadn’t got to where she was without being a resourceful fighter though. She grabbed the front of Jemma’s top, bunched it in her fist, and used the grip to pull Jemma down close on her, then she raked her eyes with her free hand. Worse followed for Jemma as she reeled from the assault on her vision, she fell into a guillotine choke, her face almost touching the dry and dusty ground as Toni’s arm was tight around her neck.

This was a choking grasp, one that immediately brought a stifled gasp to Jemma’s lips. She realised that she was in a good degree of trouble here and that Toni posed her a puzzle more complex than any she’d faced before, including Claire. ‘Come on you little cunt, submit!’ Toni challenged her, snidely adding ‘just like your bitch mother would’, knowing that it would light a fire in the young redhead again. Jemma made no reply, but she fought with everything that she had, her eyes still clearing from the eye rake as she started to flail punches blindly into Toni’s body. The moans of the Texan when her knuckles connected were more than enough encouragement to keep her fighting hard, slugging away. Had she been able to see Toni’s face, she’d have seen the face of a woman who was largely, but not completely, untroubled by the punches that were landing, despite the noises she made to the contrary to accompany them landing. She was aware that the image of success was really all that was needed to make Jemma fight her hard. At the same time, she restricted Jemma’s ability to catch her breath just enough, knowing each swing of her right arm to punch Toni was tiring for the redhead. She paid a little for this confident approach though now as Jemma switched her target, just as Toni had pulled the back of her top up to let the sun warm Jemma’s pale skin. Jemma went for a crotch maul, the move perhaps of a desperate woman, but a move effective enough to get her some separation from Toni. Even enough to allow her to get to her feet, a little slowly and unsteadily, to engage the Texan on broadly even terms.

Again the conundrum of Toni’s skills came into play during the exchange which started well enough with a flurry of slap to drive Toni towards the very centrepiece of the ranch arena, a metal trough just about waist height, and filled with cold, clear water. It was there, almost with her back to the trough that Toni countered, blocking one of Jemma’s slaps and converting it into a wrist lock, exerting pressure with her thumbs pressed on the back of Jemma’s hand to draw a gasp of surprise. Wrestling gave way to fighting then with a right hand to the jaw, just as Jemma looked to be gathering herself to counter. That put Jemma on her knees for just a second while wrestling and fighting then gave way to pure catfighting when Toni took two fists full of red hair and pulled hard in opposite directions as she eased Jemma to her feet. Still, she found the redhead to be feisty, admirably so, even Toni had to begrudgingly admit as she chopped away to Toni’s body with rights and lefts before getting her hands on to Toni’s breasts, looking to maul her. Toni’s expression was one of surprise, maybe a little pain even, as she found Jemma’s fingers to be ready and willing to punish her quickly. It was short lived though as the fighter Toni returned to cut her off quickly with a straight knee to the belly. It was a sapping shot again, one which served Toni well here, just as it had through her fights with Emma in the past. With Jemma back under control once more, the tough Texan was back on top, pulling Jemma into a front headlock to shift her inexorably closer to the water trough.

The intention to bring the water into play seemed pretty evident to most in attendance, but Toni ignored it at first, instead dropping Jemma to all fours with a heavy forearm across the back. Now she circled behind Jemma, a sly smile on her face as she eased that white tank top, now sullied with the dust of the arena, up to expose Jemma’s back again, and slashed her nails across the redhead’s back. It was a calculated move from Toni of course, accompanies with a scream and an arching of the back from Jemma which presented her perfectly to allow Toni to apply a full nelson on here. It was a hold for control, once more showcasing the blend of the champion’s skills. She told Jemma ‘you look all hot and bothered bitch!’ now and her intent was clear as she forced her to her feet to introduce her to the water trough. Jemma gasped involuntarily and coughed to clear her throat after that brief immersion, the icy nature of the water only amplified in effect by the fierce heat of the day. ‘Take a deep breath bitch’ Toni warned her now before telling the camera ‘remember Emma….call any time and I’ll stop’. Then with no further ado, she plunged Jemma’s head back into the water trough, head and chest fully immersed in the cold water for longer this time. It seemed that Toni’s intent might have just been to hold her there until Emma called as her eyes were fixed on Paislee. That was a mistake though, a small one, as Jemma didn’t panic despite her problematic position, and instead back heel kicked her in the shin to send the tough Texan hobbling away for a moment.

Jemma gasped for breath as she got her head quickly out of the water, sending the spray from her now soaking flame red hair flying through the air. Some sat at the right angle to the action would claim they saw a rainbow effect as the water caught the sunlight on it’s brief journey through the air. Jemma’s hopes were in black and white though, she had to fight the Texan with everything she had. As her D cup breasts stuck to the wet fabric of her tank top, nipples shocked into stiffness by the cold water, she went on the attack again, a desperate flurry of slaps and nail drags getting her close enough to grab at Toni’s brunette hair. ‘Get off me you little slut!’ the champion hissed, as Jemma led her off towards perhaps the last of the pieces of equipment that was left unused in the ranch arena. A stand to tie horses to, a simple cross bar atop two wooden pillars, conveniently about the height of a top rope in a ring. It was Jemma’s intent to use that cross bar to punish Toni now, trying to send her into it chest first only for Toni to brace against it with both arms. Jemma was still in her hair ans she was slow to react to the way that Toni had stopped her momentum though, looking maybe to force Toni’s face into the cross beam still. Instead, she took a heavy elbow to the stomach and her grasp of Toni’s brunette locks was lost as the crafty Texan fighter ducked underneath the beam. From there, she simply grabbed both of Jemma’s arms, reaching over the bar to do it, and before Jemma could react, she pulled hard, sending the redhead chest first into the beam. Toni continued to pull, taunting ‘fat tits aren’t helping you now are they you little cunt?’, knowing that the wooden beam pressing into Jemma’s breasts was hurting her for sure. It was evident from the look on her face, and her moans of discomfort that was the case, but she was defiant, snarling ‘fuck off you old slag!’ at Toni in return.

‘Mighty big words for a little bitch!’ Toni challenged, going on ‘especially one that mummy is going to have to save from this little predicament…..oooofffff!’ She suddenly groaned, Jemma exerting some of her dwindling reserves of energy to reverse the move and pull Toni in to the cross beam instead. ‘Not much to stop it there is there you flat chested bitch!’ Jemma gloated as Toni’s breasts took the brunt of the punishment for the moment, then her fire was extinguished again by a hard kick to the belly, knocking all of the wind from her lungs. Even as she groaned in surprise from taking it, Toni kept hold of Jemma’s hands and pulled hard again, this time allowing the wooden beam to clothesline Jemma to the ground. That was a punishing one for Jemma to take and Beth shifted uncomfortably in her seat, knowing that girlfriend was in trouble, while in contrast, Annabelle and Paislee were all smiles, confident Toni had total control of things. Toni cast a glance in Paislee’s direction and the big powerful blonde woman just shrugged. That gave Toni reason to address the camera directly again now for a moment. ‘Remember Emma, you scared fucking bitch….you can stop this whenever you want’ Toni said, pausing a moment to flatten Jemma again with a stomp between the shoulder blades. ‘Just call the number and accept my terms bitch’ she concluded, holding the front of her swimsuit out with both hands so that she could be sure the camera picked the number up clearly.

There was a confident, almost cocky smile on Toni’s face now as she leaned over Jemma to rip her wet tank top, now muddy as the water mixed with the dirt of the ground, from Jemma’s body roughly. The redhead would face the rest of the fight topless, as Toni dragged her across the dirt just a couple of feet so that she was in a good position for one of her favourite moves. Standing on the backs of Jemma’s thick thighs, and tucking the redhead’s feet behind her calves, Toni grabbed for her arms and on taking them, immediately rocked back, looking for the Romero hold. Jemma tried to resist it, desperately, but unsure quite how to counter it fully, she was quickly levered up into the hold, her topless form displayed almost on a pedestal by Toni as she felt the strain on her back. ‘You might want to think about submitting bitch’ Toni casually told Jemma, ‘because it doesn’t look like mummy cares about you enough to save you!’ she pointedly told her.

‘AAAGGGHHHHH…..OWWWWW!’ Jemma whined loudly, then boldly added ‘NO! NEVER YOU OLD BITCH! FUCK OFF!’ She was still moaning in pain though, trapped in an excruciating hold that she couldn’t fathom her way out of yet as Toni continued to control the action now. The tough Texan showed her mastery of the hold, leg pressing Jemma up and down twice, to the sounds of the redhead’s cries of pain and defiance. It was hard to see a way out for Jemma though, other than by submitting to the agonising hold now. ‘OOOOWWWWW…..AAAAGGGGHHHH…...I’ Jemma got as far as saying now, before Toni, sensing the fiery redhead’s resistance was all but broken, released her roughly from the hold, letting her fall to the hard ground. Jemma groaned loudly now, no doubt feeling the pain in her back from the hold as well as in the rest of her body from that heavy landing. Toni again cast a glance in the direction of Paislee, who again shook her head to say no, Emma still hadn’t called. ‘Time to see if mummy really loves you I guess, you little cunt’ Toni told Jemma, grabbing her hair and leading her painfully back to the water trough for one last, quick, dunking there. While she held Jemma’s head in the water by her hair, she casually remarked to the camera ‘just call Emma. Don’t be a scared bitch. The number is right here’ she said, thrusting her chest at the close camera as she pulled Jemma from the water. Bedraggled and in pain, gasping for breath, Jemma weakly pawed at Toni now while she was lead slowly by her hair over to the edge of the ranch arena. As Beth looked across with concern writ large across her face, Toni positioned Jemma carefully, scooping her up to prepare for a body slam, right in front of Paislee and Annabelle.

‘NOOOOOOO!’ Jemma screamed as she was lifted through the air, anticipating the impact before she was planted with the hard slam. The fight was drained from her well and truly by the move, but Toni wanted to punish her more as a prod with her right foot rolled Jemma to her belly. It was right where the tough Texan fighter wanted Jemma. Topless and in pain, the redhead was in no condition to withstand long in the camel clutch that Toni had her half of the way set up for, straddling her back and grabbing Jemma’s right arm to pull it over her right knee. The last vestiges of resistance showed in Jemma now as she stretched out her left arm in front of her, knowing that to give it up would seal her fate, desperately trying to prevent Toni from completing that. ‘Just call bitch’ Toni said now, ‘don’t make me do this…’ she said, a fake disappointment registering in her voice as if she wasn’t really enjoying herself here. Then she grabbed Jemma’s left nipple, sinking her nails in, twisting hard, and knowing that the pain it was causing Jemma was going to be enough to bring her left arm in to defend herself in the end as she cried out in anguish. It was the final part of the trap sprung by Toni. The coup de grace for a young fighter’s chances against her as she secured the camel clutch, making Jemma cry out loudly in pain. Even as Toni heard the sound of a phone ringing, she upped the ante to punish Jemma and raise her cries of pain by an octave or two as she sunk her nails into both of her breasts, over her shoulders.

‘OWWWWW…..I SUBMIT!’ Jemma cried out quickly now, knowing she was done, and had nothing left in the tank.

‘Sure, that’s nice’ Toni smirked. ‘Let’s see what mummy says first you stupid little bitch!’ she mocked Jemma, ripping at her sensitive breasts with her nails to mark them up now.

‘AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH…...OWWWWWW! I SUBMIT!’ Jemma cried out again before Toni tested her in a different way now, fish-hooking her mouth to make her cries of pain and submission distorted.

‘Let her up Toni….she gives up!’ the ref told Toni now. It was to no avail though as the tough Texan just laughed at her. She continued to pull at Jemma’s mouth as she told the ref ‘why? What are you going to do about it? Disqualify me? Don’t make me laugh!’. And that was the truth of it, in a match with no rules, the ref was powerless to stop Toni from pouring on the pain, leaning back to make Jemma scream loudly in agony once more.

‘She says yes’ Paislee finally told Toni from the stands, ‘she’ll fight you Toni.’

‘Lucky little bitch’ she told Jemma, ‘mummy has saved you!’ she said to her with a thinly veiled contempt in her voice as she dropped Jemma to the ground chest first to release her from the hold. There was one last, vicious, stomp from Toni to hurt Jemma some more as she allowed the referee to raise her hand in victory. Then she turned to Paislee and told her ‘give me the phone. I want to talk to her!’

Beth had seen enough, and she dashed from her seat to go and help Jemma while Toni spoke to Emma on the phone, asking her ‘so you’ll agree to fight me to my rules, to stop me from hurting your little cunt daughter then….fucking bitch?’

‘I’ll fight you…..and I’ll fucking kill you bitch!’ Emma shot back as Toni held the phone away from her ear a little for comic effect.

‘Well, that’s good then….it’s going to be me and you for the Southern Belles title…..my title….against your career. To the rules of my choosing, and in a place of my choosing. Or that bitch’ she said, looking over her shoulder at Jemma ‘is going back into the camel clutch again’ she said.

‘You’re on. And you lay another finger on her now, and you won’t even make it to that fight, cunt!’ Emma shot back at her.

‘Temper….temper’ Toni laughed. ‘So feisty Emma…..it’ll be so much fun breaking you finally’ she said, cutting off the call and passing the phone back to Paislee before Emma had chance for any retort. ‘Come on ladies, lets go’ she told Paislee and Annabelle as she headed for the main ranch building with her title in hand, Paislee closely in tow. Annabelle saw a target of opportunity though first as Beth knelt beside Jemma on the ground with her back to the tiny blond wildcat. Annabelle darted in, knocked her hat off, grabbed Beth’s hair and whipped a kick across Beth’s upper back with those red thigh boots to knock her down in the dirt beside her topless girlfriend.

‘Just a little reminder bitch’ she sniped as she ran to catch up with Toni and Paislee now, pleased to have put an extra exclamation point on Toni’s win.

As the champion entered the main ranch building with her entourage in tow, her plan having worked to perfection, behind her was a scene of the destruction she’d wreaked on Jemma, all to her the match she desired with Emma once again. Jemma still lay there on the dusty ground, beaten and in pain, while Beth dusted herself off, a little embarrassed to have been caught out by the diminutive Annabelle. The blonde knew that it was up to her to pick Jemma up, figuratively and literally now, while Emma’s thoughts would quickly turn to getting revenge on the Southern Belles champion for her actions.