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Lexi’s Pay-Per-View: The Warm Up Act

By Wolfboy

Opening the show on Lexi’s PPV, Beth gets to show the Saigon Tiger how it’s done

Both Jemma and Beth were delighted to get an invite to appear at a wrestling event for a pay-per-view audience put together by Lexi. She and her husband Sean had considered the possibility carefully, and had realised they could put on such an even from their wrestling basement at their New York apartment. Action would need to be confined to the ring, or it’s immediate surrounds ideally to accommodate the cameras which would be static but set up to cover the whole of the area around the ring. Finally, there would be a feed that people could subscribe to in order to watch the three fights. As Sean would be handling the camera fees, Lexi had drafted in her sister Kathy to be her second for the evening, and she’d asked Beth and Jemma to fight on the undercard of her main event fight which would be a rematch with Bindi Patel. Jemma would see action in the middle of the card, also in a rematch of sorts against professional wrestler Nicola Angel. Beth and Jemma had beaten Nicola and her twin sister Frankie in a tag team fight in this very ring on their last visit to New York. That had been won in an unconventional manner with Nicola, tied in the ropes by a combination of stockings and bras, forced to submit on behalf of her twin. Beth had reasoned that was probably enough to make it a grudge match, and so regardless of Nicola’s catfight experience, it was a contest that fit into the strategy of preparing Jemma to fight Toni again well enough.

But first, Jemma was going to be in her girlfriend’s corner as Beth would take on another fighter known to them both. Melissa, The Saigon Tiger, had been the first opponent that they’d seen Lexi fight against. Beth had seconded Melissa, and despite the Saigon Tiger proving to be more of a pussy cat than a big cat in her match, she had blamed Beth for seconding her poorly. While it wasn’t exactly a rivalry between the two, it was something that had simmered along to the point that both jumped at the chance to open the show against each other. Now Jemma and Beth were sat in the bedroom that formed part of the fight basement usually. Tonight it was one of the areas being used for changing rooms, and would be used by Jemma and Beth, as well as Lexi ahead of her fight. For now, Lexi was in the ring, wearing a black catsuit as she prepared to referee the first fight.

‘Are you nervous?’ Jemma asked Beth. ‘It’s kind of the first time you’ve fought in front of an audience I guess’ she pointed out.

‘Honestly, no, I’m really not’ Beth smiled. ‘There might be people watching, but it won’t feel that way out there. This is a small gathering, and I’m going to teach that loud-mouthed ungrateful cow a lesson as well’ she smirked. ‘What about you?’ she asked Jemma now. ‘You have a fight too, don’t forget!’

‘Oh, I’m looking forward to it as well. She’s going to fight angry after last time, and I can’t wait for it’ Jemma smiled. ‘But lets focus on you first babe. What are your tactics going to be tonight?’

‘Well, she’s going to want to fight topless. I think that’s pretty clear. And so am I if she does. I’m going after her tits from the start. I think that’ll add up over the course of the fight and she isn’t going to like it one bit’ Beth suggested.

‘Sounds good enough to me’ Jemma said. ‘Can I make a suggestion too?’ she asked.

‘Of course….I’m all ears’ Beth smiled.

‘Talk to her in there. Trash talk or dirty talk. Either way I think she’s the type that it’ll really get to and she’ll be flustered’ she suggested.

‘Mmmmm….I like the way you think’ Beth smiled, and then she kissed Jemma before telling her ‘come on, lets go. It’s time to get out there’ she said. Jemma stood and looked at Beth for the moment. The blonde was confident and sexy, in her short red robe belted at the waist. Beneath it she wore a matching red lace thong and bra, the latter of which she intended to discard as soon as it was clear Melissa was topless. She turned and led the way to the door, letting Beth enjoy the way her butt swayed sexily as she walked, her plain white summer dress following a fraction of a second after her hips. Beth knew that Jemma was part of the way ready for her match too, wearing the electric blue lace thong that she planned to fight in beneath the summer dress. Jemma would put the finishing touches to her outfit back in the bedroom shortly, but for now, she led Beth to the ring, sitting on the middle rope to hold it open slightly for her girlfriend to slip inside the ring. Beth stretched lightly, lithely shifting from foot to foot for the moment as she waited for Melissa to make her way down into the basement from the guest room upstairs.

‘Get ready you blonde bimbo!’ they heard before they saw Melissa on the stairs. ‘I’m coming for you!’ she announced as she entered the basement and quickly made her way into the ring as she narrowly avoided tripping when she caught her foot on the middle rope. Beth just about stifled a laugh at that, causing Melissa to glower at her from across the ring angrily. The Saigon Tiger certainly looked to have her game face on though, while Beth just smiled, looking like she really had no concerns at all. Lexi was at the centre of the ring, and on a signal from Sean, she started to address the camera.

“Welcome to my fight basement! I’m Lexi, and it’s time for the first ever New York Nights pay-per-view catfighting show. Tonight we have three fights for you. Jemma taking on pro wrestling superstar Nicola Angel, then I will take on the Indian Princess, Bindi in a no holds, and no holes barred battle to show once and for all who the better woman is!” Lexi said to the cameras, a look on her face suggesting that she very much intended to be the better woman again this evening. “But first of all….to whet your appetites and get this show on the road, we have a minimum ten minute time limit catfight to open the show!” she said, moving seamlessly into ring announcer mode. “Ladies and Gentlemen….this catfight is set for one submission with a minimum ten minute time limit. There is no upper time limit and there will be no breaks in the action. In this contest, only slaps to the face are allowed, but all other catfighting tactics are legal” Lexi informed those watching on the stream. “Now our two fighters for this match, first of all, she is the British Blondie, at 5 feet 7 inches tall, 135lbs, 21 years old and measuring 34C-25-34, this is Beth Henderson. Beth has a record of 5 wins and 5 losses” As Beth removed that tightly belted red robe now, turning to hand it to Jemma in her corner before she turned back and eyed Melissa as Lexi continued “Her opponent is from Boston and she is known as The Saigon Tiger. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing 141lbs 32 years old and measuring 36C-25-38, she has a record of 4 wins and 4 losses” Lexi finished.

Now Melissa turned her back to the camera for a moment to show that her short black silk kimono had the words ‘SAIGON TIGER’ picked out in gold lettering on the back, above the image of a pouncing tiger. Then she unbelted it and passed it over the top ring rope so that it fell to the floor in a pool of black silk. She was topless, just as Beth had expected her to be, barefoot too on this occasion, wearing just a pair of black string panties, again with the lettering ‘SAIGON TIGER’ picked out in two golden rows across her ample butt. Now she turned as Lexi called for a bell, and eyed Beth leaning up against the ring post, casually regarding her.

Melissa practically tutted “real ladies fight topless bimbo’ at Beth, expecting that she would win this early verbal and mental joust. “Is that so Tiger?” Beth asked, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she said the name, raising her hands so Jemma, behind her in the corner, could unclasp and remove her bra for her. “Real ladies also know how to fight kitty kat” Beth shot back, the smile never leaving her face as Melissa’s cheeks reddened at the insult, almost as if they’d been slapped. “And they can at least usually manage to enter the ring without falling over as well!” Beth continued, the second part of a one-two punch of insults landing as she moved casually from the corner, her bare feet, toes painted a matching shade of red, light across the canvas.

‘You shut your mouth bimbo!’ Melissa shot back, angrily, mirroring Beth in circling now.

‘Come make me….Tiger’ Beth smirked in reply, confident that she’d lit the blue touchpaper to the short temper Melissa had, and the action stepped up a notch quickly. Melissa rushed Beth who side stepped the jet haired Asian- American fighter deftly, slapping her on her butt as she pushed her past and into the ropes. She was waiting with a clothesline then as Melissa rebounded, and though that wasn’t quite enough to take the onrushing Tiger down to the mat, it did put her on unsteady legs. A first chance for Beth to work undefended on Melissa’s tits just as she’d promised she would, lashing a chop across them to draw a shriek from the Saigon Tiger as she reeled into the corner where Jemma sat.

Beth followed her in with Lexi paying close attention, and grabbed Melissa’s hair so that she could introduce her face to the well padded top turnbuckle. Still in the hair, she turned Melissa again so that her back was to the buckle, and used another chop across the breasts to end an impressive opening salvo. The sound of her hand on the soft, sensitive breast flesh was followed in turn by a moan from Melissa before Beth grabbed her arm and pulled her in to her allowing their bodies to touch breast to breast for a moment. “What’s the matter Kitty Kat? Titties hurt?’ Beth breathed softly into her ear, knowing it would make Melissa burn with indignation, before she set her off for her own corner of the ring with an Irish Whip. Melissa hit those turnbuckles hard enough now, and she stayed in the corner as Beth moved in with a degree of caution. That caution proved to be well founded as Melissa tried to lure her on to a sharp kick to the body. Beth blocked that, catching the foot and then punished Melissa with one of her own to the inner thigh, before she released her foot and let her lean back on the turnbuckles again.

So far, Beth had control, working at a methodical pace as she punished Melissa with a short uppercut to the right breast, drawing a little whine of pain from the Saigon Tiger. Then she went to that long jet black hair, using a hand in it to lead Melissa from the corner. Instead of fighting back, just for now Melissa’s hands went to Beth’s in her hair, hoping to prise her fingers free. Beth took the chance to cup the jet haired fighter’s right breast, giving it a little squeeze for good measure as they reached centre ring. “I bet you moan like that for all the girls” Beth poked at Melissa as she whined airily again before taking a playful slap to the cheek from Beth. The blonde had control right now, and she made it pay again, reeling Melissa into a side headlock, and flicking her up and over her hip to the mat before she’d had chance to recover her composure. Now down on the mat she floundered again, already a little flustered under this early pressure from Beth who lay partly across her, breasts partially in her face, as she worked the headlock. “You like that don’t you?” Beth teased, referring to that breast in the face, which Melissa struggled against, her feet drumming at the mat in a seemingly aimless style for the moment. “Or are you the kind of girl that likes to have her face deep in another woman’s pussy instead?” Beth mused out loud.

“You shut your mouth bitch!” Melissa protested, voice a little muffled by the blonde’s partial smother.

“Save your breath kitty-kat. You’re going to need it!! Beth suggested, keeping the match under her control well for now with the headlock. Under the watchful eye of Lexi, the match continued, Beth threatening it seemed to grind Melissa down early with this headlock. The Saigon Tiger wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being corralled like this though, and she continued to struggle as she looked for a way out. That came, relatively quickly, with a hand in the top of Beth’s short blonde hair, allowing her to roll Beth to her back across her own body. Still holding the headlock, Beth had her legs in the air, not spotting the danger until Melissa was able to wriggle a hand free and pussy whipped her. Not a fierce blow, it didn’t land clearly, but still Beth moaned ‘hey!’ in surprise and turned her headlock clear to try and roll away. Melissa’s fingers caught in the back of the blonde’s thong though, and Melissa reacted quickly, getting a fraction of the way up before dropping back in with an elbow drop on Beth.

Without the height behind it, the elbow lacked any real force, although it was accurate, Melissa making sure that it landed squarely in Beth’s right breast before she went to the hair to roughly pull Beth up off the mat. The Saigon Tiger evidently had some new tricks to her game now as she led Beth over to the ring ropes for a moment, choking her across the top strand, before she grabbed the rope with both hands and jerked it hard to send Beth sprawling back into the ring. The momentum had swung into Melissa’s favour for now as she slowly stalked out to centre ring to engage with Beth again, and she caught her rising. Instead of going to the front headlock as many would have, Melissa went low, grabbing both of Beth’s legs, and using her leverage to pull them out from under her to send the blonde to the mat on her back. More ominously, as Beth looked up at the ring lights, Melissa had a hold of her ankles still, a sly look on her face, and her right foot hovering menacingly above Beth’s red lace covered crotch. Beth’s hands reacted to try and protect herself only to be kicked aside by a swing of Melissa’s foot, before she used it to ease Beth’s lace thong aside and started to toe fuck her.

‘Ooohhh you…..’Beth moaned now. ‘Little slut!’ Melissa taunted her, keeping up the attack while berating Beth ‘on your back with your legs spread suits you just fine, bimbo!’

Beth moaned again, evidently finding Melissa’s right foot highly effective, but the jet haired fighter was open to a counter in that position, Beth soon grabbing her foot and twisting her into a rough ankle lock. Melissa shrieked and Beth rolled free, a little colour brought to her cheeks by the brief erotic interlude in the fight. She’d need to wary of that Jemma thought watching on from ringside; she knew Beth would be aware of it too though. Both women were back on their feet now, circling again with Melissa looking buoyed by her success as she looked to force the pace of the fight for now. Slaps were exchanged with Beth looking a little more bashful after the Saigon Tiger had taken things in a more erotic direction. ‘What’s the matter bimbo?’ Melissa teased her now, ‘I thought you liked girls!’ she pointed out.

‘Supposed to be a fight!’ Beth protested sullenly as slaps were swung by both for targets that were just too distant to be hit cleanly. Jemma saw it for what it was immediately as Lexi told both women ‘five minutes gone now’. Beth was trying her best to bait a trap for Melissa who looked to be a little taken in by the success she perceived she’d just enjoyed. She pressed the pace for now, slaps swinging largely through thin air as the fight went into the second half of it’s minimum time limit now. Beth dodged and swerved the attacks of the Tiger as best she could, trying to look like a woman lacking confidence, while all the time displaying the skill and poise of a woman actually in very little trouble. Sensing the spite just starting to go out of the attacks of Melissa as she gasped in exasperation at Beth ‘stand still and fight then bitch!’, Beth struck with a well timed knee to the body that folded Melissa up a little. It could have been a time for Beth to strike, but she wanted to show off her wrestling skills, tucking Melissa’s head beneath her arm and spinning her to the mat in a spinning neck breaker of sorts. The impact carried surprise for Melissa who was still flat on her back as Beth got up, hit the ropes for show as much as anything and delivered a snappy leg drop right across the heaving breasts of the Saigon Tiger.

‘OWWWWW….MY FUCKING TITS!’ Melissa protested loudly, only to find her long jet black hair employed to reel her into a rear head scissors now, and with it more trouble. Beth’s legs were tightly framing her face, squeezing her while her right hand tousled Melissa’s hair for a moment. ‘Your hair is so black’ Beth cooed, smartly adding ‘what dye do you use? I mean at your age, there has to be some grey in there right?’

‘You little cow!’ Melissa moaned, her feet kicking and drumming the mat while she tried to escape before Beth subdued her with a slap to her framed face again. Then she stretched out her legs, going to full power on the head scissors for just a moment to punish, drawing a cry of pain from Melissa. There was no point in expending too much power at this point Beth knew, still inside the minimum time limit, a submission from Melissa would be meaningless. Instead she took a good grip of her jet black hair, told her ‘come on Tiger’, and released the scissor hold to peel her off the mat and to her feet. Beth kept the grip on the hair too, using it to steer Melissa towards her own corner and another face first meeting with the turnbuckle that set the Asian-American on shaky legs. Once more Beth spun Melissa so that he back was to the turnbuckle before lashing a hard chop across her breasts to make her cry out ‘OWWWW…..I’LL FUCKING GET YOU FOR THAT!’

Then her breath was snatched away by a harsh double breast maul from Beth, her fingers digging in to the breasts that she’d carefully softened up with her well placed chops. She leaned in, seeing the pain in Melissa’s eyes as their faces almost touched. She saw something else there too; maybe lust or maybe anger? She wasn’t sure, but either way it was something to play on and she brushed her lips across Melissa’s lightly, almost as if it was by accident. There was the flare up in Melissa’s eyes again. ‘So it is lust’ Beth thought to herself, and then she whispered quietly to Melissa ‘I know you want to….go on, don’t be shy…’

It was another trap of course, carefully baited by Beth who, just as Melissa was starting to lean in to kiss her, told her ‘you dirty old tart!’ and cut her off with a knee to the body. There was a gasp from Melissa who moaned loudly as the air was cruelly snatched from her lungs. Beth took her time, twirling her fingers slowly in the waistband of Melissa’s Saigon Tiger panties until she had sufficient grip to use to lead Melissa just out of the corner. A yard away from the turnbuckles, Beth reversed the momentum, using her shoulder in Melissa’s belly to drive her back into the turnbuckles. ‘Oooofff!’ Melissa moaned as the air was driven out of her body again by Beth, and there was scant relied for the beleaguered Asian-American as Beth leaned in to her, taking her right breast in her mouth. Her tongue swirled sensually across the nipple, her fingers played lightly across the front of Melissa’s black panties, and the Saigon Tiger purred for the moment like a very satisfied kitty-kat.

‘Slut’ Beth told her, just breaking off from her tit work for the moment to grab her waistband and lead a seemingly compliant Saigon Tiger from the corner again. She hoped to repeat her move by ramming her back into the corner, but just as Lexi announced ‘ten minutes has now passed!’ the Saigon Tiger struck back, rocking Beth with a sharp knee lift of her own to the body as she tried to ram her back into the corner again. Suddenly it was Beth who found her breath taken away, and at the most important of times, just at the point where both women were entitled to look for the submission to win it. Melissa cupped Beth’s chin now, just presenting her face to a derisory slap that carried little force but plenty of disdain, before she cupped the breasts of the blonde and used that handhold to spin her into the corner. For the firsts time on the outside of the ring, Jemma looked on with concern for her girlfriend as Melissa lashed her breasts with a chop. Now it was Beth’s turn to moan ‘fuck….’ as she felt the pain and Melissa taunted her ‘not so cocky now are you bimbo?’

‘Hit me harder…..I like it…...unggggghhh!’ Beth claimed before groaning loudly when Melissa used the waistband of her red thong to bring her on to a heavy right hand to the body. The Saigon Tiger looked to have found her style and learned to hit harder since her tussles with Lexi, before she showed this cat had claws, with a lashing chop to Beth’s breasts again, just dragging her nails there a little as she delivered it to hurt Beth. The blonde was rocked upright by that and was still recovering her composure when Melissa planted her foot in Beth’s belly and sent her up and over with a well delivered monkey flip. A heavy landing at the centre of the ring gave Beth some more trouble before the lights of Lexi’s fight basement were suddenly blocked out for her by a flying splash from Melissa. By accident or design, the jet haired fighter landed high, right across Beth’s breasts, just adding more to the pain that already burned there. She didn’t rest on her laurels though. Instead of simply laying across Beth, she went to the hair, roughly, a harsh hand near to Beth’s scalp that every woman in the room knew had to be hurting, to force the suddenly ailing blonde to her feet under protest.

Once more, Melissa used the waistband of Beth’s thong to steer her so that she faced the ring ropes, then she showed speed to get behind her and a simple shove in the back sent Beth chest first into the ropes. Only a short distance away from the ropes, Beth rebounded quickly in a heavy forearm to the lower back now, dropping to her knees in front of Melissa. This was the Saigon Tiger in full flow now; an upgraded version it seemed from that which Beth had seconded previously, and she crashed into Beth, using her body to force the young blonde into the ropes. Beth found herself with her breasts against the coarse middle rope, painful but not getting choked at least as the curves of the 141lb Saigon Tiger ground into her there. Still, she was in trouble, but goaded Melissa even as the Asian-American pulled harshly at her short blonde hair, trying to rag her head around. ‘Mmmmmm….I like it Tiger. Are you just trying to turn me on now?’ Beth asked.

‘You shut up bimbo!’ Melissa snapped back, Beth’s chatter getting to her a little even as she seemed to have control. She brought Beth back off the ropes, back to her feet still using the hair to steer her, and she paid a price for it straight away. As Beth got to her feet, her fingers seemed to search a little weakly for Melissa’s face, and then the Saigon Tiger shrieked as Beth’s fingers flashed across her face in a fast eye rake. ‘SHE CAN’T…..OWWWWWW!’ Melissa complained loudly, clutching at her eyes.

‘Yes she can’ Lexi confirmed as ref, ‘and yes she did’ she continued. Beth didn’t answer, instead becoming business like in her manner as she waited for Melissa to turn to her, still not really seeing clearly, before Beth waist locked her and atomic dropped her on to her outstretched leg. The eyes of the Saigon Tiger betrayed her pain from the pussy pounding impact, and suddenly the Tiger became a little kitten again. A kitten malleable in Beth’s hands as the blonde backed her in to the ropes and sent her off with an Irish Whip. Beth set herself now, lashing in a chop to flatten Melissa’s breasts as the jet haired woman rebounded in to the impact. ‘OWWWW!’ she moaned, eyes still blinking furiously from the eye rake as she rebounded. Beth grabbed her shoulder now, spun her, and repaid that derisory slap to the face now, before she lifted her with one hand between her legs. ‘NOOOO!’ Melissa cried out as she found herself picked in to the air by Beth. ‘Oh yesss!’ Beth responded as she carefully planted Melissa at the centre of the mats with a body slam She waited patiently then, letting Melissa roll to her front, then dropped an elbow heavily, targeting the point of her elbow right at the centre of Melissa’s lower back. The cry of pain from the Asian-American woman was proof enough that she’d found the mark perfectly. Of course, it was also the perfect set up for Beth’s new favoured hold of choice, the Boston Crab.

As Melissa moaned and protested, unsure where this was going, Beth grabbed her ankles, tucking Melissa’s feet beneath her arms as she applied the hold and sat back to apply the pressure. The results were almost instant with Melissa immediately screeching in pain. ‘Submit!’ Beth told her flatly, holding the pressure steady for the moment so the pain stayed just about bearable for Melissa.

‘NO!’ Melissa replied, the confidence in her voice waning, even more so as Beth then increased the pressure. ‘OWWWWW! YOU’RE HURTING ME’ she complained.

‘That’s kind of the idea kitty-kat’ Beth laughed. ‘So why don’t you just give up!’

Melissa was silent for a moment, face buried in the mat to hide her pain. Then she broke quickly as Beth just pushed her that fraction more. ‘OWWWWW….YES! YES! I SUBMIT!!’ she screamed out loudly and clearly as Lexi called for the break, delighted with the way the first match on her inaugural pay-per-view had gone as she raised Beth’s hand in victory. Even better for her though, Beth wasn’t quite finished yet.

‘Panties’ she said, looking down at Melissa. ‘It’s high time I started my own wall of fame. Give them to me!’ she demanded.

‘No…..I...errr…..no, they’re mine!’ Melissa complained weakly.

‘Don’t make me take them from you’ Beth said, confidently now. ‘Have some dignity Tiger….come on!’

‘I don’t want to!’ Melissa protested, her concerns at being naked on camera not bothering Beth one little bit as she dived for her and quickly took the wrestling panties by force, twirling them around her head as she sat on Melissa’s stomach.

‘And just remember….never call me bimbo again you old tart!’ Beth told her.

‘And we’ll be back in a few moments with our second contest of the evening!’ Lexi told the camera, and the viewers watching the event, just before the picture faded to black to signal the end of match one.