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Lexi’s Pay-Per-View: Fallen Angel

By Wolfboy

Jemma and Nicola meet at Lexi’s inaugural event to settle things

Back in the changing area of the fight basement’s bedroom, there was time for Jemma to congratulate Beth on a job well done, but not a lot more as she was next up in the grudge match with Nicola Angel. Pro wrestler or not, Nicola had shown that she could fight too when Jemma and Beth had met the twins in a tag match in this very ring. Now it would be a one on one match between Jemma and Nicola. Grudge may have been too strong a term as there was no overt hostility as such between Jemma and Nicola, but the pro wrestler wanted the chance to correct the wrongs of last time in a one on one fight.

It was something that Beth was quick to focus Jemma on prior to heading back to the ring. ‘It’s an important match for you babe’ she pointed out to her girlfriend. ‘Nobody has seen you fight since those losses to Claire and Bindi, and that cunt Toni. You’re a better catfighter than Nicola, but she’s strong and tough and she’s plenty of trouble if you let her be. So try to not let her get up any momentum’ Beth suggested.

‘Oh, I know she’s no pushover’ Jemma admitted to Beth. ‘And nor do I want her to be. If I’m ever going to make it to the top and be ready for someone like Toni, I need hard opposition. Harder than Nicola probably...but I have to learn to not look past her either. When I’m done with her tonight, I promise that Nicola will be a fallen angel’ she grinned.

‘Mmmmm, I believe you babe’ Beth agreed, getting up and just running her hand across Jemma’s stocking clad thigh. ‘And that work with Andrea is really paying off already….those thighs of yours are getting thicker!’

‘All the better for wrapping around someone’ Jemma smiled at Beth. ‘And I feel fitter too’ she said, ‘I can definitely go for longer in a match now if I need to’ she suggested.

‘Well how about you don’t test that theory out tonight? Beat her early if you can’ Beth suggested.

‘Oh I will!’ Jemma replied confidently, as Beth opened the door and the two headed back to the ring with their roles reversed now and Beth taking up the spot on the outside, anxious to see how her girlfriend fared between the ropes. Already in the ring was Nicola, with her twin sister Frankie on the outside, and both looked across at Jemma and Beth, exchanging the quick smiled in recognition of being women who had been in the same ring before. Then Lexi, still in her black catsuit, took centre stage once again for a moment. ‘Welcome back to my fight basement for the second match of the New York Nights pay per view catfight event. Now we have a championship catfighter taking on a pro wrestling star for your entertainment. These two ladies have requested there should be no referee, they have requested there are no rules, and they have requested a no time limit fight with the victory to only be won by a total submission of the match. First our championship catfighter, from England, this is Jemma Baines. Jemma is 20 years old, she is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 150lbs and measures 36D-24-37 with a catfight record of 16 wins and 5 losses’. The camera cut to Jemma now for a moment, and she was already prepared to fight, electric blue thong and bra both in a lace material, teamed with some sheer, blue hold up stockings. A catfighter both in the majority of her skill set, and her appearance. Her nails were all painted in a matching blue shade, and were just long enough to cause some pain to her opponent Nicola.

‘Her opponent tonight is the star of the professional wrestling ring, but now tonight looking to make her mark in catfighting, from New York City, Nicola Angel!’ Lexi continued. ‘Nicola is 22 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 156lbs and measures 38DD-23-38 with a catfight record of 1 win in one on one catfights’. Nicola walked a couple of paces out to centre ring, ducked her head down, then flicked it back up, allowing a cascade of brunette curls to fly as she struck a pose for the briefest of moments. She was looking every inch the pro wrestler, but with a surprise for Jemma as she removed her previously zipped up jacket. She wore wrestling boots and knee pads, both in a deep red colour. She wore shimmering tights that encased her legs in a fine sheen of nylon and a pair of deep red hotpants. But she was topless, adopting a style in which she had never willingly fought before. Her breasts proudly jutted at Jemma’s, nipples stiff with the excitement of the impending fight, and her eyebrow asked the question of Jemma. One that she would not turn down of course, smartly removing her electric blue lace bra, and handing it to Beth for safe keeping. ‘On the bell ladies’ Lexi told them, leaving the ring and chiming the ring bell once with a small hammer and the fight was on.

Now the two young women circled each other slowly for a moment, no rush to engage each other immediately when they needed to joust with words first of all. ‘Bold move putting your tits on the line like that’ Jemma told Nicola as they circled, no intent yet from either woman to start the action.

‘Thought I’d show you what a proper pair look like’ Nicola smiled in return.

‘Remember them….because they won’t look that good when I’m done with you’ Jemma pointed out evenly.

‘We’ll see’ Nicola allowed, pointing out ‘I have claws too’ as she showed Jemma a flash of her deep red painted nails.

‘So you have’ Jemma agreed. ‘Well shall we see if you actually know how to use them then?’ she asked, the trigger for things to get a little more physical now between the two as they circled closer, Jemma catching Nicola with a slap to the shoulder. That took no real effect and saw Nicola fire back in the same fashion, and then the circling continued, slaps thrown sparingly, almost as if both was establishing just what the other had. Finally, well over a minute in to the fight, the two came together properly for the first time, Nicola instigating a collar and elbow type of tie up, which Jemma accepted in her own style, making it more hair and elbow, one hand sunk deeply into Nicola’s brunette locks to march her back smartly to her own corner under protest. Jemma wasn’t concerned by that protest though, simply eyeing the chance to land her first chop across Nicola’s bare DDs to some effect as the brunette groaned. Now Jemma cupped her chin, slapped her face with a stinging power, and as that straightened her up, aimed a second chop for Nicola’s breasts. This time Nicola was waiting on it though, blocking Jemma’s attempt and trapping her arm so that she could switch positions with her. Now Jemma had her back to the buckles and suspected she might take a revenge attack to the breasts. As she edged her arms higher, covering them though, Nicola surprised her with a straight knee, exploding it into her body two inches above the low waistband of her electric blue thong.

‘GGNNNHHHH!’ Jemma groaned loudly as the air left her body in a rush and Nicola followed up fast, grabbing her hair and delivering a flying hair mare out of the corner towards the centre of the ring. Delivered with the snap and power of a pro wrestler, Jemma wheeled to a heavy landing on her butt, legs crashing in to the mat a split second later. No time for Beth to warn her of the impending impact either as Nicola used a low shotgun style drop kick, boots landing between the shoulder blades to pith Jemma to the mat on her side. ‘Nice Nic!’ Frankie Angel encouraged from the outside, earning a look from Beth, while her sister went to the hair and forced Jemma to all fours. No sooner was Jemma there than she was flattened again, this time by Nicola dropping to her knees with a clubbing blow across the back. Jemma was flattened to the mat, and Nicola Angel kept up the pressure, both hands planted on Jemma’s back so that she could use it as the base to lever her own body into the air before planting a heavy knee in the small of Jemma’s back.

‘Bitch’ Jemma moaned, feeling that. ‘Yeah’ Nicola agreed, snatching Jemma’s flame coloured hair to quickly wrestle her half to her feet before sending a pump kick into her body. Jemma crashed back to the mat, clutching at her side where Nicola’s boot had caught her, and the New Yorker took early control of things. Something she confirmed quickly with a heavy leg drop across the prone body of Jemma now, a thick thigh crashing down heavily on her. As Jemma’s body jerked up slightly from that impact, Nicola was back in her hair even before she’d moved her leg off Jemma. The pro wrestler was looking in control, and aimed to keep the pace high, knowing that might be a way to wear Jemma down. She took a right hand to the body from Jemma as she rose, the redhead showing the brunette she was still there in front of her, but a knee to the body slowed Jemma back up. Doubled over a little, Jemma found herself targeted by a fierce hair rip by Nicola now, as she took a double handful and simply ripped Jemma to her back on the mat by it. Jemma reached for her head as she landed, feeling the burning pain there, and immediately groaned at her error as she left her body undefended to a stomp by Nicola.

So far, those wrestling boots of Nicola’s were wearing Jemma out pretty well, as the redhead rolled to her front and now found her lower back stomped by the pro wrestler. ‘Up you get bitch’ Nicola stated confidently now, back in the hair as she peeled Jemma up and sent a heavy overhead chop into her bare breasts. ‘Bitch!’ Jemma hissed as Nicola’s palm reddened her breasts effectively but now she fired back with one of her own, just allowing her nails to drag slightly as she landed it. As Nicola moaned lightly from that, perhaps acting as a timely reminder of the fact she was in a catfight, not a wrestling match, Jemma tried to line her up for another chop to the breasts. Once more, Nicola was waiting on it though, catching Jemma’s arm and using the momentum to wheel Jemma in to the ropes. She rebounded, and with Nicola at such close quarters had no time to set herself for the body to body collision that sent her back into the ropes. Again Jemma rebounded from them, more involuntarily than before, and Nicola hoisted her for a body slam, delivered with the style and authority of a woman used to delivering the move in her day job.

Jemma was down, with Beth looking on in some concern at how things were going so far. Nicola smiled at her twin on the outside as if to say she had things going totally to plan, as she reached for Jemma’s hair to bring her to her knees. This time it was the eyes of Nicola that registered the surprise though as Jemma lunged to land a headbutt to her body. The pro wrestler might have shaken that off given a few seconds, but Jemma didn’t allow her that luxury, instead latching on to a crotch maul still from her knees. Through the twin layers of nylon and spandex worn by Nicola, it was still an effective enough move, attested to by her pained cry of ‘OWWWWW…..YOU FUCKING SLUT!’

‘Sure….whatever you say’ Jemma laughed, maintaining her crotch grip with her right hand to keep Nicola occupied as she got to her feet. For the first time in the fight, it was the pro wrestler tasting a little bit of pain catfight style from Jemma’s crotch grab, before the redhead expertly converted it into a lift and body slam. It might not have quite been delivered with the same style as Nicola managed, but the power and intent made sure that the brunette felt it just the same. As she did with the follow up stomp to the body from Jemma who told the complaining wrestler ‘stop fucking kicking me then if you don’t like it!’ Then she peeled Nicola Angel from the mats by the hair, ignored a right hand to the body, and sent her into the ropes. Experience meant that she ran the ropes under more control than Jemma did, but experience hadn’t led her to expect a pretty perfect drop-kick that saw Jemma airborne with her stocking clad feet hitting Nicola in the chest. As the brunette crashed to the mat, even her twin sister in her corner wore a look of surprise and admiration on her face, not having expected such an elegantly delivered move from a catfighter.

Now the pace of the match would pick up again, with Jemma first measuring Nicola for an elbow drop to the breasts. She made sure that the point of her right elbow landed with accuracy before she was straight to the hair, backing Nicola up to the ropes then in a headlock as she got her upright. The brunette had no plans of staying in that hold for long though, and she grabbed the tope rope with one hand. Anchoring herself that way, she got a leg snaked around Jemma’s and gave her a shove to send her face first to the canvas. Too slow to move, Jemma took a splash across the lower back, before Nicola folded her legs into a figure four, using her body for a moment to press Jemma’s feet close to her ass. ‘No way!’ Jemma replied firmly when asked if she submitted before Nicola surprised her with a healthy smack across the ass, leaving a red hand print there for all to see. ‘Little bitch!’ Jemma protested, but she had no time to react further before Nicola was looking to move around and roll the redhead up and on to her lifted knees in a stretching bow and arrow hold. It worked, to a degree, but only because Jemma elected to go with it, so that her momentum rolled her up Nicola’s legs and straight down into a short splash of sorts on the brunette.

It was more a shock than damaging fro Nicola, and Jemma used the edge it gave her to grab hair and present Nicola’s face for a stinging slap. Then with an evil glint in her eyes, she sunk her nails into Nicola’s breasts as she lay across her. ‘OWWWW….FUUCCCKK!’ Nicola cried loudly as her face betrayed her pain even more clearly, while Jemma worked her fingers to secure her maul even deeper. ‘Submit….it’ll only get worse!’ Jemma suggested, pointing out that she could work the hold for more effect yet.

‘FUCK OFF!’ Nicola replied, but then she cried out again as Jemma did just as she had promised, getting her fingers and nails deeper into the sensitive flesh. That drew a higher pitched shriek of anguish from Nicola, clearly in her first real bit of trouble here at the hands of the catfighter. Jemma saw it, and decided to chance it, shifting her position quickly to go for the reverse face sit. Indeed, the lace of her electric blue thong, along with a good degree of her ass got to settle on the face of Nicola Angel for the briefest of moments, before the pro wrestler swung her legs up, secured them around Jemma, and used her power to pitch Jemma forward. Now, the momentum had switched again with Jemma face down and ass up between the legs of her opponent. She looked to attack, trying to ease Nicola’s tight hotpants aside for a crotch attack, only to find she was still thwarted by a layer of shimmering nylon from really completing her aim. As her fingers started to scrabble at Nicola’s tights then, hoping to have them ripped open to allow her attack, the pro wrestler told her ‘you shouldn’t give me ideas when you’re the one that’s half naked out here, bitch!’. Then she eased Jemma’s electric blue lace thong aside, and had her fingers inside Jemma with a crotch claw in a matter of seconds.

Now Jemma’s eyes went wide with surprise for the moment. She’d felt the shudder from Nicola when she’d been trying her best to violate her, and she had no doubt the pro wrestler had just felt the same from her right now. She looked to make light of the situation though, asking Nicola ‘what are we doing here then bitch? Fucking or fighting?’ while she continued to pull at Nicola’s impressively sturdy shimmering tights.

‘We can be doing anything you like you little slut’ Nicola suggested, her fingers moving inside Jemma as if she may have chosen the first option offered by Jemma. Then Jemma let out a long and loud shriek that suggested that Nicola’s intentions had changed to a cruel crotch claw. Jemma’s head dipped slightly, giving the canvas the closest look of all at the pain written there, but her fingers had finally found some purchase of their own to rip open the crotch of Nicola’s tights. Now she could return the attack herself and Nicola recognised it, not wanting to find Jemma’s fingers inside her, and she kicked the redhead out from between her legs. Jemma knew it was a chance for distance to be put between her and Nicola for a moment, and she rolled well clear, able to her to her feet and adjust her electric blue thong demurely before starting to circle with Nicola again.

‘Not bad’ Jemma allowed, smirking with mischief as she suggested ‘maybe I can show you how it’s done properly later on slut?’

‘You should try’ Nicola allowed before the two came back together in another quick exchange of action. Jemma sent a jab into Nicola’s breasts, found herself rocked in return with a slap to the face, then used the hair to reel Nicola into a side headlock. Just as Jemma was drawing her hand back to send a slap up into Nicola’s face, the brunette smacked her ass hard, then used a hand in Jemma’s hair to get her back to the ropes. This time, she fired Jemma to the opposite side before moving out to a shoulder tackle at centre ring. That shuddering impact saw neither young woman shift an inch. Slaps were exchanged there at the centre of the ring, each warming the cheek of the other before Jemma went back to hit the ropes, looking to pick up momentum for an attack. This was a mistake from Jemma though as Nicola followed her quickly and was waiting there to deliver a knee to the body as soon as she turned off the ropes. Now Nicola struck again with a knee up into her bare breasts, before lifting Jemma on to her shoulder. She carried Jemma, who kicked her legs trying to escape, towards a corner of the ring where she intended to drop her face first on the top turnbuckle. Sat in that corner though, Beth was the only one able to see that Jemma had extended her hands in time for them to take the impact. When Nicola came back in then to take advantage of a dazed opponent, she found one that was fully aware of the situation delivering a snappy kick to the pro wrestler’s body.

Nicola groaned as Jemma’s stocking clad foot struck home, and Jemma was fast to follow up, using her arm to whip Nicola the short distance to a chest first collision with the turnbuckles. From behind, Jemma followed in to use a short splash into Nicola’s back, then took a handful of her brunette locks to introduce her face to the top turnbuckle. Then she spun Nicola around so that she had her back to the turnbuckles, and leaned in to take a double handed breast maul. One hand pressed deep into each of the brunette’s big breasts and she moaned loudly as her face showed she was unused to this kind of treatment. ‘What’s the matter Nicola?’ Jemma cooed quietly, ‘doesn’t this happen in pro wrestling?’ she enquired, then pumped a knee in to the crotch of the brunette wrestler. Nicola gasped, sagged a little from the impact as Jemma increased the pressure for the moment with the breast maul, using the grip to ensure Nicola stayed upright in the corner. Then she snatched away the moans of pain with a lip lock in the corner, bringing a startled look to Nicola’s eyes as she practically marched on the spot for the moment. Then she found herself to force Jemma away with the redhead smirking at her ‘don’t tell me you didn’t like it Nicola….I know you did!’ before punishing her with a second knee lift to the crotch.

The truth was that like it or not, Jemma had used something Nicola hadn’t expected to take her right out of her game plan at just the right time. She released the double breast maul now, instead going to the hair roughly to show Nicola that she knew how to deliver a hair mare throw out of the corner pretty well too. Nicola took a heavy enough landing on her butt, and Jemma rocked her again quickly, getting in behind her to drive a knee in to her back and use it as a post while she grabbed her hair to pull her head back. This was the opening that Jemma had been looking for; she was able to get her arm across Nicola’s throat in a choke hold. Her other hand was still in the hair, securing the hold now, and it was trouble for the brunette pro wrestler suddenly. This was a move that had the potential to beat her, for all that she was a tough young woman.

‘Come on Nic, fight it!’ Frankie encouraged, ‘turn into it, you know what to do’ she coached from the corner.

‘Keep that neck crimped Jem’ Beth countered from the other corner, ‘use the hair to help you!’ she reminded her girlfriend. Jemma needed no real encouragement on that front, already having a pretty good grip on Nicola’s hair, and used it now to rag the brunette’s head to the side, in turn helping her to tighten up the choke hold. Nicola let out a moan now, one of frustration at finding herself caught like this, down on the mat, in the grasp of a catfighter. She needed to find her way to her feet if she was to fight it she knew; unfortunately for her, Jemma recognised that need too, and she moved quickly to stop it, getting her stocking clad legs around Nicola’s body. She knew that the body scissors made it that bit harder for Nicola to fight her way up. At the same time, the choke hold was having an effect on her slowly but surely. For all that she tried to tuck her chin in and defend, she couldn’t really do it with the way Jemma’s hand was in her hair, controlling her.

‘Why don’t you give up?’ Jemma suggested now. ‘I’ve got you. You can’t escape Nicola’ she pointed out. It was conversational, delivered without any malice, just a statement of fact from the redhead.

‘No! Noouughhh!’ Nicola replied, refusing even as the hold made her voice into little more than just a whisper in reply. Jemma worked the hold tightly once again, then she warned her ‘I’ll sit on your face instead if you don’t!’

The warning drew no response from Nicola though, she was just focussed on finding her way out somehow. She was well trapped though, and fading quickly. It seemed like it would be a gamble for Jemma to move away from the choke at this point, but she was a woman of her word, wanting to finish things in her own way. She knew that a smother well applied, was every bit as effective as a choke on a tiring fighter, perhaps more so on one who wasn’t so used to the style of fighting being used.

She turned her sleeper loose, kept hold of the hair to ride out Nicola’s inevitable desperate attempt to get to her feet, and then ripped her flat to her back by the hair. A butt drop landed on Nicola’s stomach then, emptying the lungs even further, and without ado, Jemma shifted back to take the reverse face sit. The moan of distress was clear now from Nicola Angel, she’d never had a woman sat on her face like this, and she wasn’t really quite sure how to handle it. She kicked her feet on the mat, then shuddered as Jemma’s hands played roughly across her big breasts, before latching no for a double nipple twist. There was a high pitched shriek now, clear distress from Nicola, but she couldn’t find a way to ease her predicament even slightly. Now, sure she had control, Jemma started to roll her hips, just slightly at first, just grinding herself lightly on Nicola’s face. ‘Ooooohhhhh…..noooo!’ Nicola whined from beneath her. She knew enough to know that this move was often the endgame for Jemma in her fights.

In desperation, she swung her legs up, knowing that she had little left in the tank, but also knowing that it had dislodged Jemma before in the fight. Now her diminishing reserved failed her though as Jemma was waiting on the move and captured her legs neatly under her arms. Her hands rested in Nicola’s crotch as the pro wrestler was folded with her ass up in the air, hinting at the mischief to come from Jemma. All the time she continued to work on the face sit too, grinding, punishing, sending Nicola closer to the point of no return in the fight.

‘Now Miss Angel….’ Jemma told her, ‘It’s time for you to submit. Unless you really want your hotpants around your knees, and my fingers’ she said, moving them just lightly to remind Nicola of their position, ‘inside your pussy!’

‘Mmmmfffff…..mmmmffff!’ was all that the viewers on the stream ever picked up, but that was it. Nicola had admitted her submission to Jemma to end what had been an interesting match. Jemma patted Nicola’s ass once before she untangled herself from the brunette, and rolled to the side of her. ‘Good fight’ she told her even as Lexi was telling the cameras that they’d be back to see her fight in the main event next. ‘ You’re pretty tough’ Jemma told Nicola.

‘For a pro wrestler, I know’ Nicola gasped.

‘Just generally’ Jemma smiled.

‘And you’re a mean bitch!’ Nicola told her in reply.

‘Thanks….I think’ Jemma smirked.

‘Oh, it’s a compliment, don’t worry’ Nicola confirmed.

‘Well I enjoyed fighting you again Nicola. You’re pretty good and we could have a lot of fun fighting again sometime’ Jemma said, knowing that the cameras had been cut off again for now.

‘We could. And we cold make some money in pro wrestling together as well, locally. You’d have to put me over and be the bad girl of course’ she said.

‘Intriguing’ Jemma agreed. ‘I’m not a pro wrestler, but if you can make it work some time, I’m game’ she agreed. ‘And I don’t mind being a bad girl and having you win at all’ she agreed.

‘Leave it with me’ Nicola said as the two hugged, then went back to celebratory or commiserating hugs in their corners now. And Jemma had her first public success since her loss to Toni under her belt before the pay-per-view would move on to it’s main event next.