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Where Do We Go From Here?

By Wolfboy

Beth outlines a plan, for Jemma and Emma

The aftermath of Emma losing to Toni, losing her career in effect, as a result of a match stipulation had been tough on both Emma and Jemma. Emma had the pain of defeat both physically and mentally, with Toni really having done quite the job on her. Jemma had the anguish to deal with too in her own way; the physical effects of her brush with Toni had faded but she couldn’t help that feeling that this whole thing was, in some way, all her fault. That feeling hadn’t changed, no matter what any of us had told us so far, but the time was right for everyone to move on from it. Just nobody seemed to be quite sure what to move on to…

'I think I have to get that bitch Toni back for all of this!’ Jemma told us as we sat down to discuss it again. ‘But I just think that I haven’t got what it takes to beat that bitch up!’ she admitted.

'She’s a devious and nasty fighter’ Emma told Jemma. ‘I won’t often tell you what to do when it comes to who you fight, but I want you to steer clear of her Jem honey’ Emma told her daughter. ‘It’s not your fault that she beat me. You don’t have to put this right’ she told her, not for the first time.

'But mum!’ Jemma replied, a little exasperated. In her mind, this was entirely hers to put right.

'She’s right Jem’ Beth interjected now. ‘Right now, as we stand here today, you’re totally not ready for Toni. We shouldn’t have accepted that fight with her, but she baited us in’ Beth said, noting the sullen look on her girlfriends face. ‘She’s tough, she’s nasty, and she’s skilled in a number of different styles. A woman would have to be so well prepared for her’ she continued, Jemma’s face now set like thunder as she wondered why everyone was totally dismissing her ability. And then seven words from Beth totally changed her outlook on the evening. ‘What if we make you that woman?’

'What do you mean?’ Jemma asked. ‘I mean….yes. But how?’ she practically stammered as the exasperation came out of her, suddenly thinking there may be a solution to what frustrated her so.

'Well, first of all. Mrs B…….Mr B, are you OK with me outlining a plan for everything?’ Beth asked us both.

'We’re listening honey, go on’ Emma allowed.

'Thank you’ Beth smiled. ‘The first thing I’m going to say is that this isn’t going to be easy Jem. You’re going to need to be all in with this’ she told her girlfriend. ‘Then I think that there are five things that make Toni so dangerous. First of all, she’s a nasty fighter, not afraid to take a match to that point and then keep it there. She’s deceptively quick and strong. She’s skilful, and she mixes in skills from other styles of fighting. And of course, she has her little entourage of bitches that follow her around everywhere’ Beth said, then she paused for thought and added ‘we should probably put that she just straight up likes hurting girls on the list as well’

'Good so far Beth’ Emma agreed, interested to see where Beth was taking this.

'So first of all; we’re not going to make you a nasty fighter quite like she is; but we do need to equip you to fight fire with fire when she goes there. Quick and strong? Well, guess what, you’re quicker, and you’re strong and this is one of the things that you’re going to need to be all in on. I want you to be quicker and stronger still, fitter too. You need to be able to outlast her if nothing else works’ Beth smiled. ‘I have a plan for that. Your new fitness trainer is next door in the garage ring, and you can try her out when we’re done here’ she said, noticing the interest in everyone’s eyes at that. ‘Now we get to the interesting part. Like her or not, you have to admit that Toni can put together different styles seamlessly. She’s got experience in catfights, adult pro, submission wrestling and erotic fighting. That’s really hard for anyone without that level of experience to counter. But we start to get you some of that experience and then work out how you can mix it in to your style. The last bit is the easy part’ Beth smiled. ‘We can deal with the entourage easily enough if we need to. That little blonde bitch is mine. Mrs B, you can handle that fat bitch Paislee right?’ Beth asked.

'Your plan is almost impeccable Beth honey. But don’t forget, I can’t fight in public’ Emma pointed out.

'Yeah, about that Mrs B’ Beth said now. ‘I took a look at that contract properly, and it is pretty watertight. You can’t have an arranged fight in public is what it says. It would technically be illegal if you had an arranged fight here right now. There’s three of us and it allows for a maximum audience of two’ Beth said.

'So I can’t help then?’ Emma said, disappointment in her voice.

'Of course you can. If it’s not an arranged fight, then there’s absolutely nothing in that contract that covers it’ Beth beamed, delighted that she’d unravelled the conundrum of the stipulation.

'I need to keep my hand in then!’ Emma declared, now determined that she could help.

'I’ve got you on that as well Mrs B, if you’d like to hear more?’ Beth asked, waiting for Emma to nod before going on. ‘You’ve heard of session wrestlers right?’ Beth asked, getting another nod from Emma. ‘Well, I looked into it, and there’s a whole bunch of women out there who want to fight, totally in private, against someone like that, and a lot of them, they’d love the chance to take on a well known opponent. The matches they crave are almost always woman to woman, or at most in front of significant others only. So there would never need to be a crowd of more than two, and they could be some really interesting challenges too’ Beth pointed out.

'Well count me in Beth!’ Emma smiled.

'I was pretty sure you’d say that’ Beth smirked, handing Emma a bundle of printed paper. ‘I took the liberty of putting an advert together yesterday on a couple of sites I’d been monitoring when we were working out how to make enough money for our tour. Everyone on there is vetted to check they’re genuine, and that they’ll pay what they say they will to an opponent. And, well Mrs B, you’re the popular one, that’s a day’s worth of replies so far!’ Beth smiled.

'Oh! Well thanks Beth. Honey, it’s a well one of us here is organised!’ Emma said, evidently happy enough that she’d got a way forward now. ‘So I guess I’d better get to looking through these then.’

'There’s one other thing I think you can help with Mrs B’ Beth said now. ‘I love picking out opponents with Jem usually, but babe’ she said, looking at her girlfriend, ‘I want to form a bit of a committee to work out your opponents for a little while now. We need to make sure that you’re going to be tested by them, so I’m going to take you out of the process just for now. I’m hoping your mum will join me, and possibly Sara in picking out who you fight, because I think they know better than anyone what it takes to be a champion catfighter. We’ll show you who you’re going to fight once we’ve picked and then we’ll strategise. We just won’t let you have a say in it until that point, so it’s more like it would be fighting for a ranking in Southern Belles, which ultimately you will have to do’ Beth said to Jemma.

'It makes sense’ Jemma agreed. ‘I do like to get involved in that usually, but I won’t be able to pick and choose my opponents will I?’ she said, referring to the plan to get her a Southern Belles ranking and ultimately get back at Toni.

'So’ Jemma said to Beth now. ‘What about this personal trainer then?’ she enquired.

'Well you know her’ Beth told her girlfriend. ‘I found that one of the things Andrea was doing at university was to do with sports science and nutrition. And she knows all about the kind of fit that you need to be for wrestling and fighting of course. So she’s going to be your new fitness coach now. And now you come to mention it, she’s next door, in your mum’s garage ring ready for a match with you’ Beth pointed out.

'Oh? Well, that’s cool….what are we waiting for?’ Jemma asked.

'Your audience’ Beth said. ‘Guys, would you mind watching the match? Jemma needs to be used to fighting in front of audiences, whoever that is and however awkward it might seem’ she said.

'We’ll be through in just a moment honey’ Emma answered on our behalf.

'And I’d better get changed’ Jemma pointed out, noting she was in jeans and a shirt rather than fighting gear.

'Don’t worry too much Jem’ Beth told her girlfriend now. ‘Andrea doesn’t like wearing too much to wrestle in remember, and today, neither do you. You’ve got to be ready for anything now, so this is a bit of a gentle start for that’ she declared.

'Well, OK then’ Jemma agreed, getting up and heading for the garage with no further questions in her mind. ‘Don’t be too long coming through guys, I want to get started!’ she shot back over her shoulder.

That was definitely true, as by the time we’d made it through to the garage, Jemma was already in the ring naked, chatting to Andrea who was still wearing a white T-shirt, but evidently nothing much else beneath it. ‘I want to see just how strong you already are and how you move in a fight Jemma’ the Swedish blonde was telling her. ‘Most fitness coaches would watch or do some other kinds of tests. But I thought the best way to do it would be a more hands on approach!’

'I like it’ Jemma agreed. ‘It’s the easiest way to learn more about someone.’

'It is’ Beth agreed with both. Evidently she was going to be the referee for the match this afternoon as she told them ‘there will be some rules though. Jemma you’re not allowed to punch Andrea. She’s your coach after all, so be nice to her’ Beth laughed. ‘And it’s a one fall fight that can be won in two ways. A submission, or a long pin, by holding your opponents shoulders to the mat for thirty seconds. There’s no time limit. It’s just until one of you wins’ Beth said.

'Is Andrea allowed to punch me?’ Jemma asked Beth.

'If she wants to’ Beth nodded in confirmation.

'I see….’ Jemma smiled. She didn’t mind the stipulation.

'Don’t worry, I’m a wrestler’ Andrea said with a grin on her face that very much suggested she’d deliver at least one punch to keep Jemma guessing if the chance arose.

The inclusion of the thirty second pin into the match was a clever stipulation added by Beth we realised, perhaps a way of evening up a contest between a catfighter and a wrestler turning to catfighting. ‘I will be your referee for this match set for one submission or a thirty second pin When I think that you’re pinned, I will count the thirty seconds off so you know what’s going on at all times. You know the other rules already. Andrea is 22 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall and 143lbs, she is 36DD-24-37 and she has a record of 3 wins and 2 losses. Jemma is 20 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 147lbs, 36D-23-36 and has a record of 15 wins and 5 losses. OK ladies, are you both ready?’ Beth enquired. Jemma nodded, Andrea took off her T-shirt so that she was as naked as Jemma was, nodded as well, and Beth started her watch before telling them ‘well, fight then!’

'Lets’ Jemma smiled as she moved out to circle the gorgeous blonde athlete who was clearly toned and powerful for all her grace and speed around the mats. Jemma’s eyes were locked on Andrea’s as the wrestler dropped slowly into her low wrestler’s crouch, and she playfully slapped her cheek. Andrea blinked, the slightest bit surprised at finding Jemma to be quicker than she realised. Jemma took the initiative then straight away, backing Andrea up to the ropes in the garage ring and shot her off to the opposite ropes. The Swede rebounded, a little out of control, and Jemma just set herself to shoulder tackle her to the mat, hoping to take advantage of Andrea’s ring inexperience. A solid collision saw Jemma just about able to drop the blonde to the mat though; despite that inexperience and her slightly out of control run to centre ring, Andrea was built thick and strong, ensuring that Jemma felt it almost as much as she had.

'Shit….you’re like a fucking wall!’ Jemma remarked admiringly as she dropped to take a cross pin of sorts on Andrea who was fast to defend, wrestler’s instincts making her get her arms straight out of Jemma’s grasp. No immediate problem for Jemma who took the position nonetheless, lying breast to breast across the Swede, while she contemplated her next move.

'Just like you’ll be when my training is done with you!’ Andrea smiled despite her slight predicament. She responded with a hand in the flame red hair of her new client now, more defensive than aggressive as Jemma remarked ‘and I thought you were a wrestler Andrea!’ with a smirk on her face.

'I am’ the Swede remarked, before she showed her strength and wrestling ability to deftly roll Jemma to her back following a brief struggle. ‘Just one who found out that fighting naked and pulling hair is just way more fun!’ she said as her hand went searching for a target between Jemma’s legs, forcing her to cross her legs in startled defence. Thwarted in that, Andrea was pleased to find a secondary target in the flame red landing strip between Jemma’s legs, which she gave a playful enough tug to. ‘Hey!’ Jemma said, not really a complaint but just a surprise to find she was taking this kind of attack from Andrea.

'Like I said….hair pulling is fun’ Andrea laughed as she transitioned quickly to a headlock to pull Jemma to her feet. Jemma wasn’t there for long either. Andrea could wrestle, and she dropped to tackle Jemma with a double leg take-down to put the redhead flat on her back on the mat. Andrea plunged back to the mat to take her headlock again, this time taking an extra handful of hair to assist her in bringing Jemma back to her feet. She wanted to throw Jemma over her hip this time, but this time Jemma blocked the attempt, feet planted as she gripped Andrea’s body and hair herself to stop from getting thrown. A stalemate brief in it’s nature passed now with Jemma in the headlock, but not going anywhere as she defended. Then Jemma demonstrated her cunning in the ring, pushing her foot into the back of Andrea’s knee to drop the blonde to the mat on one knee. Now leverage was in Jemma’s favour, and she popped her head free of the headlock, before plunging both hands into Andrea’s blonde locks. ‘Ooohhh’ Andrea moaned, not exactly a moan of pain or pleasure, but it was somewhere in between the two for sure as Jemma tested if she enjoyed hair pulling as much when she was the one on the receiving end.

The answer was a bit unclear on that, but Jemma moved on to a different point of attack quickly as she pulled Andrea back to the mat, looking for a simple choke from behind. At the same time she wrapped her legs around Andrea’s body, resting her feet between the blonde’s thighs so she could put the squeeze on her. Now she found once again that Andrea was a young woman well built for wrestling or catfighting. Her body withstood the scissor hold well enough for now, despite the evident power of Jemma’s thighs. At the same time she had tucked her chin in to defend against the choke, meaning that Jemma’s arm, attempting to choke the Swede was in fact blocked well by Andrea, stopping her from securing the hold. Nonetheless, she asked Andrea ‘submit?’ to check if she was OK.

'No way!’ the Swede responded, moaning lightly as she felt Jemma’s legs working on her body. Regardless of how well toned her body was, she knew that Jemma was powerful enough to start to break through to trouble her in the end. She needed to defend against the choke again as Jemma tried to ease her head back to expose her throat and having been successful in that, Andrea turned defence into a form of attack, trapping Jemma’s feet between her thighs. Suddenly it was a position that was balanced in the favour of neither woman. Andrea was still in danger of being choked by Jemma, but now the redhead felt the pain in her ankles as they were trapped and stretched by Andrea’s thighs in return. Both let out moans of pain, or maybe just of the effort involved in keeping the other at bay.

Behind Andrea, Jemma maybe held the upper-hand just about, as her catfight experience meant that she had plenty of ideas on what to do in this kind of situation. Her opponent’s big breasts were exposed to her, and she broke off from the choke, making sure that she latched on to Andrea’s breasts now without digging her nails in. This wasn’t that kind of match she reasoned, but still her fingers kneading Andrea’s breasts had the desired effect. A moan of surprise, sparked by Jemma’s expertise, was coupled with there being a weakening of the grip Andrea’s thighs held on her legs. It was enough for Jemma to wriggle them free of the hold and she decided to try to work her way to a different move, using the hair again to force Andrea to her feet. A body slam followed, Jemma hoisting Andrea with a degree of authority before she planted the blonde at the centre of the ring. If she had thought that she had her new personal trainer under control though, it was not the case. She went for a leg drop, looking to drop a thigh right across Andrea’s breasts. The Swede was not there though when she landed, and Jemma hit nothing but mat, finding it to not be the most forgiving of surface to land on.

The Swede was quick on her feet now, moving back on to the attack with a handful of hair to present Jemma’s face so that she could thrust a butt cheek into it. As toned as she was, it was a pretty solid blow, but stunned or not, Jemma didn’t get to go down. The hand in her hair guaranteed that instead Jemma was brought to her feet where Andrea showed her that she could deliver a body slam as well, planting Jemma just as she had been moments earlier. Jemma groaned at that hard landing on the mat, her second in fairly short order, but she moved as quickly as she could to try and get back to her feet. Now she was in Andrea’s wheelhouse though, the match turning into a wrestling match for the moment as she rose into a front headlock, and was immediately thrown back to the mat in a kind of suplex throw. Andrea was getting in to her flow now, and she allowed Jemma to half rise before tackling her back to the mat. Then suddenly she saw her chance to test Jemma with a punch to the body, delivered short and sharp, just as she straddled Jemma’s upper thighs. ‘Oooofff!’ Jemma groaned at the single, well delivered bow from the Swede who was showing again an ability to adapt to the more free style of catfights.

More to the point, Jemma appeared to be in a spot of trouble here with the blonde wrestler on top both figuratively and literally as she moved forward to straddle Jemma’s belly. Jemma defended against Andrea moving further forward by crossing her arms below her chest, forming a barrier. In response, at first, Andrea made no real attempt to breach that, instead spreading her legs a little more, widening her base, knowing that it meant her ass would be pressing heavier on Jemma’s belly. Jemma gasped, feeling that extra weight making it that bit harder for her to catch her breath. Against that backdrop, her arms unfolded so that she could push at Andrea’s body. The Swede brushed that aside, moving forward with some speed to look for the face sit now, only to find that it as she who had been played this time when Jemma bridged with vigour and sent her sprawling off to the mat on her belly. In fact, at the same time, Jemma rolled after her in a back roll, showing her dexterity as she picked Andrea’s ankles on the way and rolled her into a boston crab. ‘Aaaaggggh!’ Andrea complained now, caught out by the painful hold as Jemma sat back into it and put the pressure on her lower back. ‘Submit Andrea?’ Jemma asked, pointing out playfully ‘I don’t want to hurt my new trainer on her first day!’

'Noooouuugghhhh!’ Andrea moaned, not wanting to quit, but it was clear she was in trouble even before Jemma switched to the single leg boston crab. Her fingers were in the pussy of the Swede now, neither delivering pleasure or pain for the moment. They simply lingered there, allowing Andrea to draw her own conclusion as to Jemma’s ultimate intent. The Swede cooed in surprise as Jemma just slowly worked her fingers now, the first indication her aim might be one of pleasure. The she strained for all she was worth to get out of the hold, flexing her leg against the grasp Jemma had of it, to little avail despite her impressive power.

'Submit Andrea?’ Jemma asked her again as the Swede, roared in frustration at her inability to move her opponent at all. Still, she replied ‘no!’ and Jemma finger fucked her that little bit more vigorously. There seemed to be an inevitability to the whole thing now as Jemma leaned into the hold some more, and the Swede moaned in the mixture of emotions as she felt that. Could she escape? She didn’t need to in the end, but only because Jemma moved on to deliver the coup de grace in a different way. Toni’s use of the camel clutch to punish and torture her in their fight had left something of an indelible mark on Jemma’s memory, and she was determined to use that move to right the wrong with the Texan when the time came. What better time to try it then for the first time than in this pretty relaxed environment.

She dropped Andrea’s leg back to the mat, and as the Swede just relaxed a little from that relief, she quickly turned and floated over her into position sat on her back so that she could start to complete the hold. Things went quickly now. Andrea it seemed wasn’t quite familiar with what Jemma was doing, allowing her arms to be trapped a little easily and draped across the redhead’s knees. She went up a little on her toes to stretch Andrea just enough while the Swede gamely tried to tuck her chin in, fearing a choke from Jemma. That was a potential end game for Jemma here, but she chose instead to reach over Andrea’s shoulders and lightly maul her breasts instead to add to the move as she leaned further back. The effect was almost instant, Andrea’s feet just drumming at the mat in pain for a moment before she moaned ‘OWWWW….I SUBMIT!’

Of course Jemma was happy to release the hold on Andrea straight away although she resolved that if….no, when she had Toni locked in this position the Texan would not got off so lightly. She waited a moment for Andrea just to recover her composure and then the two hugged in the centre of the ring before Jemma asked her ‘so coach…..what do you think?’

Andrea smiled, her eyes reflecting her amusement as she told Jemma ‘well, with a bit of work, you might just crack this catfighting thing yet you know!’

'Do you think?’ Jemma laughed in return. ‘Seriously though Andrea, you’ve got to teach me some of those wrestling throws and take downs that you used. I know you’re my fitness and strength guru, but those are some great moves!’ she told the Swedish wrestler.

'They’re really useful’ Andrea agreed, ‘and I get to put them to good use in catfights because girls don’t always expect them! We can include them in our training that’s fine. And look Jemma, you’re going to need someone to train in the ring with sometimes as well. I don’t mind being that person at all. We can learn stuff from each other’ she suggested.

'It sounds like a good plan’ Jemma agreed. And in truth it really was, for everyone. Jemma had the focus and the team around her to give her the best chance of getting back at Toni. At the same time, Emma had a way forward too, thanks to Beth having thought the contract, and the options around it through. We made our exit from the garage to leave Beth, Andrea and Jemma to discuss their plans with Emma telling me ‘you can help me pore over those potential opponents that Beth’s advert has pulled in Steve!’

'Are you sure you’re ready for it?’ I asked once we were out of the room, knowing the beating from Toni had taken a physical and mental toll on Emma.

'I know that I’m not, not fully’ Emma admitted. ‘But’ she added, ‘I never will be ready if I don’t suck it up and get started, and now our girl needs my help in some way. If I have to take a few more beatings and losses to get back to my best to do that, then so be it!’