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Mixed Up Tag Match

By Wolfboy

Jemma and Beth team up to prove something to Allie

‘We hear that bitch you had all that trouble with is part of a tag team now up in Scotland Allie?’ Beth asked the Scottish redhead after one of their training sessions together. Allie had been improving greatly under Beth’s watchful eye, starting to slowly mix in more sex fighting and catfighting tactics with her wrestling ability. Her style was now more becoming of a true female fighter. More in keeping with the young women who were helping her develop as a catfighter.

‘I hear that too. Some bitch called Marina MacLeod is tagging with her. I mean, I don’t know her, but I’m sure she must be a bitch’ Allie smiled.

‘Me and Jemma are a tag team too. We think we might like to try them out for size. Maybe scout her a little ahead of you fighting her again’ Beth explained, seeing Allie smile then raise an eyebrow at that last point.

‘I don’t think I’m ready for her just yet’ Allie told Beth, self depreciating as ever of her ability as a fighter.

‘Allie….honey’ Beth smiled encouragingly, ‘you’re so ready for her. The way you mix your styles now, she wouldn’t know what hit her’ the blonde told her. ‘But that’s why we want to take her on first. We want to see if there’s anything else that we should be concerned about with her first.’

‘Mainly just that she’ll get to me verbally as soon as I set foot on the mat. And that the bastard who she took from me is seconding her and the team now. I’m sure he’d love to interject into a match if he had chance’ Allie shrugged.

‘Even better’ Beth smiled, it seemed something of a plan forming in her mind. ‘Look, why don’t you second us?’ she said, suggesting ‘you need to get used to being in her presence, and his, so that it isn’t a problem when you fight her, and beat her bitch ass Allie!’

‘Sure’ Allie agreed, perhaps a little nervously. ‘It makes sense’ she admitted.

‘It does right?’ Beth smiled encouragingly. ‘ And make sure you look like a million dollars as well Allie. I want them both to leave there beaten, and unable to shake how you looked from their minds.’ Beth said.

So it was agreed, and the match was easily enough set up between the two teams, the connection not known of at all by the team of Sharon McDonald and Marina MacLeod. Not known either by their second, Sharon’s boyfriend and Allie’s ex Connor Gordon or ‘Gordy’ as he was usually known. Jemma and Beth really meant very little to them in that sense, other than being vaguely aware that they’d seen Jemma’s name in some catfights recently enough. But she’d lost those fights, so they had no real concerns.

Jemma and Beth had none really either about Sharon and Marina. They were wrestlers primarily who liked to fight under anything goes rules to allow them to work their opponents over sexually as well as with their wrestling ability. And that was just fine, they both realised, because the anything goes nature of it gave them a good degree of scope to impose their own style too. They had a strategy, one that was designed to give them all that they needed to make Allie realise there was really nothing special about Sharon McDonald.

So Jemma and Beth made the trip north of the border, with Allie along for the trip as well, acting as something of a guide for them as they got to enjoy Glasgow for a couple of days before the weekend came. Then they headed out to Dumbarton, and the small wrestling club where Sharon and Marina usually hosted their fights, often running roughshod over their opposition. Today would be different to that, Jemma and Beth were determined, though they knew well that any woman who stepped on to the mats or into a ring for a competitive fight had to be respected of course. But it was they who held the real element of surprise and they had plans to further disarm the team of Sharon and Marina while also unveiling Allie as their cornergirl as near to the start of the bout as possible. That was to the extent that they arrived at the venue seemingly alone, with Allie waiting outside while they exchanged pleasantries with the tag team who would be their rivals today.

Sharon was straight to the point, telling them ‘couple of pretty girls like you need to travel with a corner man. Bad things can happen around here sometimes to girls without someone in their corner’. It was a threat thinly veiled, dripping with sexual tension from the jet haired Scot.

‘Does that happen often?’ Beth asked, her eyes darting around the room, putting on her best look of being nervous at the very prospect.

‘I mean...we have a corner girl. At least we hope….’ Jemma said, her voice tailing off nervously now. ‘She said she’d be here…’ she said, the look on her face one of a woman now thinking that might not be going to happen.

‘It’s been known’ Marina stated, flatly adding ‘because its usually us doing those bad things to girls like you!’ She was the older of the women in the conversation, in her early thirties. A hint of a body builders appearance about her from beneath her looser fitting street clothes, it was very clear that she was the powerhouse of the team.

‘Oh….I see’ Beth said, trying for all the world to sound like she really didn’t see at all. ‘Well, we’re really excited to get started’ she said, enthusiasm and innocence dripping from her every word.

‘So are we’ Sharon said, practically salivating at the prospect of getting stuck into the innocent looked team there in front of them. ‘You should change in there’ she said, indicating the left hand of the two changing room doors to Jemma and Beth. ‘Well meet you back out here in about 15 minutes to fight?’ she asked, though it really wasn’t a question.

‘Can’t wait’ Jemma smiled nervously as she took Beth’s hand to lead her into that changing room. Behind them, they heard Sharon remark ‘this’ll be easy Marina, pair of cutesy lesbians like that?’ to her tag team partner. ‘I give them five minutes before they’re crying for us to stop hurting them’ Marina agreed with Sharon before Beth closed the door behind them. It was clear that the Scottish tag team had been speaking just loud enough to try and unsettle Jemma and Beth, who had kept their confidence well under wraps until they closed the door.

‘Pair of cutesy lesbians’ Jemma mocked in a fake Scottish accent, laughing ‘that’s all that white and pink you made us wear babe’ she said.

‘Worked a treat didn’t it?’ Beth remarked. ‘And at least we’re cute!’ she smiled.

The two waited a few minutes to make sure that the main ring room was clear, then phoned Allie to come and join them in their changing room. The Scottish redhead had followed their plan to a tee as well; they had wanted Allie to look stunning and she had fitted the bill perfectly. Instead of her usual fairly conservative style, she had a pair of black leather knee high boots on, a stiletto heel on them raising her height a good three to four inches. Shimmering nude tights encased and enhanced her thick thighs beneath a black leather mini skirt, then she had on a strappy electric blue cami top on, clearly with no bra. Finally, her red hair was longer than usual thanks to a braided extension, the final, personal touch for her look. ‘Gordy used to love my braid. I don’t think I ever told you this, but that bitch cut it off after the match?’ she asked the girls.

‘You didn’t...and it just gives us more reason to get even with her!’ Beth told Allie. Only now did the Scottish redhead take in the scene in the dressing room. ‘Am I a bit overdressed here?’ she asked, seeing that both Beth and Jemma were barefoot and topless, Jemma wearing a white spandex thong and Beth in white Lycra hotpants that might well have been sprayed on, such was their tightness. Both had their nails painted in a pale pink, and wore nothing more than that and their smiles.

‘Allie’ Jemma smirked, ‘you are a vision of perfection. And if I was Sharon, I’d be very worried about how you were going to turn my partners head I think’ she told her. ‘And that’s exactly what we wanted.’

‘But why are you both topless?’ Allie asked now. ‘I mean, I did tell you that they wear one piece suits, tights….boots, didn’t I?’ she asked, racking her brain for a moment to make sure she hadn’t forgotten to pass on this very important bit of information.

‘Don’t worry, you told us’ Jemma confirmed.

‘So why are you….’ Allie began.

‘Fighting with our tits out?’ Jemma laughed. ‘You see that’s all down to my genius of a girlfriend over there’ she smiled. Allie still looked a bit like she didn’t get it. Not completely.

‘Distraction Allie’ Beth smiled. ‘We’re presenting them the most inviting, easy targets they’ve ever seen. But we’re going to beat them up!’ she told the Scottish redhead. ‘They don’t know it yet. They think they’re the predators here….but they’re so not!’ Beth smirked. ‘And talking of which….it is probably time to get out there. So Allie, just lurk behind us on the way out; remember we’re the distraction and you’re the surprise. Then just sit in our corner and whatever you think is happening, just look supremely confident and supremely hot. Can you do that for us?’ Beth asked.

‘I think I can manage that ladies’ Allie confirmed. ‘Lead the way’ she suggested.

Beth was first out into the ring room, quickly followed by Jemma who just walked a fraction to the side behind her, providing a shield between them for Allie to walk, unseen, behind them. ‘We found out corner girl’ Beth called nervously up to the two women in the ring, although their bare feet made no noise, the sound of Allie’s stiletto heels on the hard floor was clear. Both Scottish woman turned, saw that they were about to face, and smiled, barely able to believe their luck. The saw two topless girls, looking more than a little edgy to face them. ‘OH!’ Beth suddenly exclaimed, ‘we’re a little underdressed….should we change?’ she asked, seeing for the first time just how Sharon and Marina were attired. Of course, it was no surprise to them really, or course, it was part of the plan, but their moment of hesitation was choreographed carefully, a half turn back towards their changing room, as Sharon and Marina implored that they were dressed just fine. That movement allowed Allie to burst from behind them, now into clear vision of Sharon, Marina and Gordy who stood on the ring apron with his team.

‘YOU!?’ Sharon cried, almost a laugh in her voice.

‘Allie?’ Gordy said, quietly, his mouth falling open at the sight of his ex girlfriend, dressed stunningly, there in the opposite corner.

‘This is your big surprise corner girl is it?’ Sharon scoffed.

‘Not going to stop us from destroying you pair of little sluts!’ Marina laughed.

‘Allie?’ Gordy asked again, still looking shocked.

‘Yes Gordy, it’s me. Now close you mouth because you look gormless, and it’s not a strong look for you…..And yes bitch, I’m the secret….at least you’d better hope I am’ Allie said, vampish confidence dripping from her every word, a performance for the ages from the redhead, conveying a confidence that she didn’t really feel right now.

‘Allie?’ Gordy asked once more, his brain evidently still struggling to compute the image in front of him still.

‘Bitch’ Allie said now, her eyes firmly on Sharon. ‘Give that halfwit a nudge…..I think the record is stuck!’

‘FUCK YOU!’ Sharon shouted, making a beeline across the ring for where Allie had stepped up on to the apron first. Sharon was an angry woman on the rampage, at least until she was faced down by Allie, flanked by a suddenly more confident looking Beth and Jemma. A stand off until Marina hooked Sharon around the waist and marched her back to her corner. ‘Save it Sharon, be ready to fight!’ Marina told her tag partner firmly.

‘Yeah, off you trot bitch’ Allie told her, raising her ire a little more before she quickly went on. ‘Let me introduce my tag team to you….this’ she said, pointing to her left ‘is Jemma. She’s 20 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 151lbs, 36D-24-37 and has a record of 17 wins and 5 losses. Her partner’ Allie said, now pointing to her right ‘is Beth, She’s 22 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 135lbs, 34C-25-34 and has a record of 6 wins and 5 losses’. Then she flicked that long braid, looking pointedly across the ring at her ex, and just said ‘Gordy?’

He still looked totally flustered by developments and only managed ‘Allie?’ again.

‘Fucks sake, change the record dickhead!’ Allie told him, amusement in her voice. The shy redhead had blossomed in to her role in front of Jemma and Beth right here it seemed. ‘Introduce your team Gordy...a clue for you…..they’re not called Allie OK?’ she sniped at him.

‘Oh...errr….well this here’s Sharon McDonald, and over there we have Marina MacLeod’. Both brunettes were dressed similarly in one piece swimsuits, fishnet tights and black wrestling boots. The only difference was in the colour of their suite that were both wet look in nature. Sharon wore one in dark blue, Marina’s was in a deep bottle green colour. They were both ready to fight now. Allie was not quite ready for that to happen yet though.

‘Oh….very informative Gordy. We told you our stats, so you need to tell us all about your two bitches now’ Allie pointed out, no demanded, of her ex.

‘Well, my bitches….’ he began, and then stopped, realising that Allie had duped him into calling his girlfriend and her friend bitches. He swallowed nervously, and gazed at the floor for a moment, not quite sure how to proceed now.

‘FUCKING GET ON WITH IT GORDY!’ Sharon snapped at him now. ‘We are bitches, it’s fine…..then we can deal with these two comedians’ she said confidently.

‘Oh, right….errr….Sharon is 24 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 141lbs and 34DD-26-36 and has 12 wins with only 1 loss. Marina is 32 years old, 5 feet 6 inches, 155lbs, 36C-25-38 and has 7 wins and 2 losses.’

‘Right lets fucking get on with this!’ Sharon said, once more making a beeline for the opposite side of the ring.

‘Errr…..rules bitch?’ Allis said, her words once again stopping Sharon McDonald in her tracks. ‘Surely you can’t expect my team to fight without knowing the rules!’ she pointed out. Beth and Jemma nodded innocently too, like this was vitally important to them, although Jemma moved into the ring now, the first indication that either was ready to actually fight.

‘For fucks sake!’ Sharon huffed. ‘I’ll come out there and slap you around again bitch!’ she told Allie. ‘No time limit, one submission, ten second double teams….anything goes’ she managed. Then Jemma simply stepped forward and raked the eyes of the brunette who shrieked indignantly ‘HEY!’

‘So disqualify me, bitch’ Jemma laughed, lashing a chop across Sharon’s breasts to rock her into the ropes. ‘Oh, that’s right’ she carried on, ‘it’s anything goes isn’t it, so what can you do!’ she mocked, another chop lashing across Sharon’s breasts, now against the ropes, while Beth held Allie’s hand to guide her down the ring steps to the floor on the outside on her towering heels. Then she turned herself around to face the action just as Jemma delivered a short posting to send Sharon to a juddering halt against the turnbuckles in their corner. She was followed in quickly enough by Jemma with a heavy clothesline that knocked the wind out of the brunette, and Jemma held her hair as she made the first tag of the fight to bring Beth in, before bowling Sharon to the mat with a hair mare throw. The Scottish woman landed in a seated position still close to the corner, and Beth dropped in behind her , planting her knee between the brunette’s shoulders and clamping a rear chin-lock on her. A wear down hold, she leaned her weight into Sharon as Jemma pushed her foot into Beth’s back from the outside to add to the leverage. ‘Dirty man stealing slut’ Beth muttered into Sharon’s ear as the brunette beat her boots against the mat in frustration, Beth grinding in to her with the hold, making sure she felt every curve of her body pressing in to her.

‘Get off me you bitch!’ Sharon moaned, voice slightly distorted by the tightness of the hold applied by the blonde.

‘Make me’ Beth mocked, leaning into her more, really turning up the early pressure on Sharon McDonald before Jemma reached in, and tagged her girlfriend’s back to rejoin the fray. She got round in front of Sharon who was still held for the moment by Beth, and with great timing, Beth released the hold just as Jemma launched into a low shotgun drop-kick to flatten her to the mat. Then the real indignation came quickly for Sharon. Wearing just a skimpy white thong, Jemma was quick to move into a reverse face sit on the apoplectic Scottish woman who thrashed at the canvas with her legs and arms.

‘Is that a submission? Do you give up already bitch?’ Jemma laughed as Allie applauded the way the match had started. And the truth was that the match might very well have ended with there had Marina MacLeod not entered the fray, storming across the ring to drag Jemma off Sharon by her flame red hair. ‘Cheating cunt’ Jemma told her angrily, getting into an angry flurry of slaps with the older woman to force separation. Beth joined the fray as well, stopping Sharon from getting at Jemma from behind with a handful of hair, which she used to introduce her face first to the turnbuckle before helping Jemma to chase Marina back to the outside. Then she grabbed Jemma’s arm and propel her at Sharon in their corner with an Irish Whip to add impetus to an avalanche splash. An avalanche splash that only saw Jemma hit turnbuckle as Sharon shifted aside, laughing at Beth who had to go to the outside, leaving her girlfriend in trouble at the hands of the Scottish tag team.

Sharon quickly grabbed Jemma’s hair, making sure to lead her away from any potential tag out to Beth quickly, taking her to a neutral corner so that she could work her over there. A short right hand to the body, then one to the jaw looked to have Jemma rocked a little. Then the redhead pushed her away, mocking, ‘you hit like a little bitch!’ at the apparent quality of Sharon’s strikes. She groaned though as the brunette lashed out a kick, the sole of her boot slamming into Jemma’s body just above the waistband of her thong. ‘How about that one you wee slut?’ Sharon asked, not waiting for an answer; she pushed Jemma upright by the hair and lashed a heavy chop into her breasts.

‘OHHHHHH…...bitch’ Jemma moaned, before Sharon led her out of the corner, lifted her and delivered her into the corner where Marina was waiting, with a body slam. She groaned again as Sharon tagged Marina and the more muscular of the two brunettes entered the fray officially for the first time. She did it effectively enough, simply dropping butt first on to Jemma’s breasts, squashing them as she winded the redhead, before delivering a slap to the face as she still sat on her. Jemma was breathing heavily as she looked to be in plenty of trouble, but Beth was still confident that she was OK. Allie on the outside? Well, she looked on with an expression of total confidence, almost detachment in fact, despite feeling on edge at seeing Jemma soak up some punishment. She’d got one eye on Gordy to make him feel as uncomfortable as possible in her presence, while she played absent mindedly with her long braid.

In the ring, it looked things were continuing to go badly for Jemma as Marina pulled her up off the mat by the hair and scooped her up, straight into a bearhug. As Jemma was held off the mat in the hold, two hard muscular arms grinding into her lower back, it was clear to see that Marina was a powerful woman, and the hold would take something of a toll on Jemma. ‘Do you want to submit already slut?’ Marina asked Jemma who groaned loudly ‘NOOOO!’ as she tried to force an arm inside the grasp of the powerful brunette to ease the pain. A crank of the hold seemed to derail that plan from Jemma, her arms going wide from the apparent pain, but then she drew them back in quickly to clap them around Marina’s ears in a dizzying double blow. Close to the corner as she lost her hold of Jemma, Marina was relieved to feel Sharon tagging her back, and she was able to arrest Jemma’s attempt to escape by grabbing her hair. Sharon came in, whipped a punch around into Jemma’s body, and then flipped her to the mat with a hair mare throw. Jemma landed seated, and Sharon was straight in behind her, strong fishnet clad thighs around her waist in a body scissors for control, before Sharon looked for a full nelson. She hoped to really stretch the redhead out with the hold but she found Jemma’s power too great at the moment to secure the hold.

Instead she secured the hold with a handful of hair, enjoying the way her legs made Jemma moan lightly as she squeezed with the scissor hold. As Sharon mocked ‘knew you’d enjoy being between another woman’s legs slut!’ she reached around to cup Jemma’s left breasts, her touch light and sensual at this stage. Unseen by Sharon, Jemma smiled at Beth across the ring, just giving her girlfriend the nod that everything was fine, and she was actually enjoying herself in there. She did groan a little involuntarily though as Sharon found her nipple, finding the brunette’s touch to be pretty effective, and the nipple stiffened quickly to her touch. Then of course she cruelly twisted it and Jemma cried out in pain, although she was still well within her comfort zone. Quickly Sharon looked to go for a keister bounce, arms hooked under Jemma’s armpits to rock back and try to lift and slam her butt to the canvas. Jemma had been waiting on that attempt though, and she went with it, shifting her weight and turning as she went up, breaking free of the scissor hold and dropping across Sharon’s chest with a splash. Suddenly it was the Scottish brunette who was in trouble, although the action was still in her own corner, allowing Marina to reach in and tag her partner, even as Jemma tried to work Sharon into a side headlock.

The bigger brunette came in harshly, delivering a stomp to Jemma’s back before using the hair to drag her off Sharon. Jemma yelped, but she also surprised Marina with a hard punch to the pit of the stomach that snatched the Scottish woman’s breath away as it landed. Jemma brushed her hand out of her hair, slapped her face, then led her off to a neutral corner to slam her face first into the top turnbuckle. Now for the first time, Jemma used the one piece suit of Marina against her a little, grabbing and bunching it at the side to turn her so her back was to the turnbuckle. She grabbed the middle rope, used it to pull on as she buried her shoulder into the well toned midsection of the Scot, and smiled as it took some of her breath away. She took more of it away with her very next move now, climbing on to the bottom rope to loom over Marina before grabbing her hair to present her face for a breath snatching lip lock, applied with a real vigour. Used to dishing the move out, but less used to taking it, Marina practically marched on the spot for the moment in the corner, before she gathered her wits and started to kiss back. Now it was a real contest, and while Jemma felt she had the upper-hand still, Marina’s hands were all over her ass quickly, threatening to get inside her thong and start molesting her womanhood. Jemma knew it was time to subdue her again, climbing down off the bottom rope, and looking to repeat the shoulder to the midsection in the corner, she was caught as it landed by a knee lift to the breasts by Marina.

‘Want to sex wrestle do you, tart?’ Marina mocked, but she was quick to steer things away from that direction. Instead she stamped on Jemma’s foot with the sole of her boot and as Jemma tried to hop away with her toes throbbing, Marina mowed her down with a clothesline. Beth could see that one had knocked a bit of the fight out of Jemma for the moment and she called out ‘come on Jem, tag me!’ as her girlfriend instinctively crawled slowly in her direction. She was being measured though by a suddenly confident Marina who followed her slowly, letting her get part of the way to the corner before simply straddling her back and easing her weight on to Jemma to flatten her out on her belly on the mat. Both hands were in her hair quickly, wrenching her head back and then slamming her face to the canvas. ‘MMMMFFFF’ Jemma moaned, a little dazed from that as Sharon cheered her on ‘that’s it Marina, let the little slut feel it now!’

Marina did just that, but not quite as Jemma had expected, reaching back and slipping her thong aside. ‘OH SHIT….NOOOOOOO!’ Jemma cried out then as the Scottish woman oil checked her with a finger in the ass, her body thrashing at the mat as she felt herself getting violated.

‘Don’t try to tell me that you don’t like it slut!’ Marina mocked her, making sure that the oil check was a very thorough one before breaking the hold and going to the hair to pull Jemma up and away from the corner where Beth was waiting. Jemma punched, hard to the body, stopping Marina for a moment, only for the Scot to cut her off with a cruel thigh lift to the face, dazing her, and regaining the initiative as Jemma’s second punch floundered on thin air, not landing. ‘Come on Jem!’ Beth urged, but Marina just smirked at her, knowing that she had total control of the blonde’s girlfriend for now, and she was going to make it pay.

In the corner, behind Beth’s concern was Allie, still playing with her hair, in between adjusting her top to make sure it was as low cut as possible. She was playing it as she’d been asked to, keeping cool and detached, but inside she was urging Jemma to turn the tide as her emotions churned.

Marina scooped Jemma up as if she might slam her, then draped her over her shoulder instead to carry her back to her corner and a tag with Sharon, planning some sort of double team. The tag happened then but not quite as the two Scots had planned. As they neared the corner, Jemma suddenly slipped down off Marina’s shoulder, and pushed her hard into Sharon’s outstretched arm as she reached for the tag. The momentum carried her straight into her tag partner, knocking Sharon clean off the apron. ‘OOWWWW…...OOOHHHHH! MY ANKLE!!’ the brunette protested as she landed and Marina went straight to the outside to check on her with Gordy.

Beth and Jemma regrouped in the ring, Jemma relieved for the break for the moment as Marina, worried, huddled over Sharon on the floor. ‘I twisted my ankle when I fell’ she could hear her telling them followed quickly by ‘I don’t think that I can carry on…’

‘We’ll have to forfeit then’ Marina told them almost immediately. ‘She’s hurt and two on one isn’t fair’ she said, turning back to Sharon to check on her.

Now Beth spotted that there was an even greater opportunity in front of them. ‘You know, where we come from….if there’s an injury, someone that’s in your corner can step in to finish the match’ she said. Now it was hard to work out just who was the most surprised at the turn in the events. Marina looked delighted at the prospect of getting back into the fight, Jemma nodded confidently although she was just wondering quite what Beth was up to and Gordy looked flabbergasted at the mere suggestion. Allie? She smirked as she played with her braid still. She knew that Gordy couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag, but his bravado would mean he’d have to step in, if he couldn’t find a way to gracefully refuse.

‘I….err….well it’s not fair’ he tried now. ‘I mean, I’m a man and I shouldn’t fight girls. It’s not right’ he declared, attempting now to make that graceful withdrawal.

‘Oh come on’ Beth implored, pausing for just a moment before she finally baited the hook perfectly. ‘We’re a couple of lesbian sluts….just ask those two. We’re no threat to you…...don’t worry, we don’t bite’ she laughed.

‘Yeah Gordy, come on!’ Marina told him. ‘Be a fucking man and help me!’ she demanded as they got Sharon into a chair in their corner. Another chair was brought so that she could put her injured ankle up. Then she told him ‘you get in there Gordy and do just what Marina says. You’ll be just fine!’

His mind was set and he clambered up on to the apron to enter the ring only to be stopped dead by Allie with a commanding voice that she would later admit surprised even herself. Suddenly alert to the situation she barked ‘GORDY!!’ from across the room, jolting him to look at her.

‘Allie??’ he asked, more than a little startled.

‘Record’s still stuck I see’ Allie laughed before telling him ‘you’re really going to enter the ring like that? Who the hell wrestles in jeans, t-shirt and shoes. Strip off you gormless fool, at least try and look like a wrestler!’ she demanded. Before he’d really had chance to think about it, he’d followed part of her instruction, kicking off his shoes, and starting to unbutton his belt. Sharon tutted loudly at the way he’d been startled into following his ex girlfriend’s instructions while Marina laughed, a little incredulous at the actions of her temporary tag team partner. ‘You go on the apron Gordy, I’ll start off’ she claimed, entering the ring.

‘No you won’t’ Beth told her, ‘he’s replacing her’ she said pointing at Sharon. ‘And she was legal because you tagged her when you barged her off the apron. So get your arse back on the apron. We’ll wait until he’s ready’ Beth said. Marina smouldered with indignation for a moment, but then she shrugged, realising that she had no real argument against that point.

Given a few moments to confer with her girlfriend now, Jemma asked her ‘so what’s the plan babe? I mean, I assume that we have one?’ with a smile on her face. She knew full well that Beth had a plan, she just didn’t really know what it was.

‘Remember how I told you a boy had taught me to wrestle before I very first wrestled against Bindi?’ Beth asked now. Jemma nodded; it had been a while ago, but she recalled Beth confidently explaining that to her, just before Bindi had more or less had her way with her. ‘Well back then, I was quite good against him, because I was the one in control, not turned on at all, while he was very turned on. But that was about the time I came to realise I liked girls…..wrestling against them had me all kinds of turned on as you know. Anyway, that bit is largely irrelevant...’Beth laughed quietly, ‘the plan’s simple babe. You kick this arsehole in the balls the first chance you get, get him over to the corner and tag me. Then I’m going to make him cum in front of his girlfriend over there if you’re OK with it? It’ll mean nothing to me, but it’s going to rock his world before I sit on his face and make him submit!’ she pointed out.

‘I love the plan’ Jemma said, giving her girlfriend a quick kiss. ‘So get ready for the tag’ she told Beth, ushering her to the outside before she turned to face Gordy who was finally ready. A shock of blonde spiky hair on his head made an attractive target to the catfighter in Jemma as she noted he was well enough built. Maybe a couple of inches taller than she was and perhaps 180 pretty solid pounds as he stood there in his black boxer shorts. She would have felt nervous facing him, but she noticed he didn’t really move with the style of a fighter. His eyes in fact never really left her chest; well that was something she couldn’t really blame him for as she did have magnificent tits!

‘Please go easy on me’ Jemma smiled sweetly at him now, just baiting the trap.

‘Oh, but you asked for it!’ Gordy replied, confidence apparent in his voice for the first time today, seeing what he thought was a timid opponent in front of him.

‘Oh no….’ Jemma wailed, before offering the lock up, making sure that her tits were very much front and centre, knowing that was truly what her focus was on. ‘GORDY…...BE CAREF…’ Marina just about managed the half warning before Jemma struck the jackpot, her foot snapping out to kick him square in the balls, just as Beth had decreed she should.

‘Awwww…..too bad’ she laughed as Gordy wailed in howled incomprehensibly as that pain crashed through his body. ‘She only told you that we didn’t bite idiot!’ Jemma smirked as she went to the hair now to drag him, on all fours, towards their corner of the ring. On the outside now, the cool detachment was gone from Allie’s face for the moment, no longer able to mask her enjoyment of this situation. ‘Come along!’ Jemma chastised Gordy as she forced him towards the corner and the tag with the awaiting Beth. Marina’s eyes rolled on the apron, realising now that Gordy was clearly not a fighter, but she stayed there for now rather than going to his aid. A part of her mind was interested, in a detached way to see what Jemma and Beth, who she still thought of as the two sluts, were going to do in the situation they’d played their way into. She also realised that if she rescued Gordy and tagged, she was essentially in the two on one situation after all, given his apparent uselessness as a fighter.

The tag was made by Beth, smacking Jemma’s butt, her way of telling her ‘well done’ before she stepped through the ropes. Jemma realised she could probably sneak one more shot in, sending a knee into Gordy’s side, just making sure she’d softened him up as much as possible for her girlfriend to take over now.

‘YOU FIGHT HER OFF NOW!’ Sharon barked at Gordy from the chair on the outside of the ring, wanting, no demanding, that he got himself out of this trouble.

Beth just strolled casually around his body as he struggled slowly to all fours, telling Sharon ‘sorry bitch, he’s not getting out of this’, then she drew her foot back and kicked him in the balls again, not quite as hard as Jemma had, but certainly firm enough to make sure Gordy knew just who was in control as he rolled to his back, cupping himself, and groaning ‘OH GOD…...OOOOWWWWW…...YOU CRAZY BITCH!’

‘Mmmmhmmm, I guess’ Beth told him, then asked ‘do you want another then?’ her foot hovering with menace just above Gordy’s crotch.

‘NO…...NO…...PLEASE!’ he moaned, trying to beg off with his hands raised defensively. Beth’s foot still found his crotch despite it, but this time more subtly, her toes massaging him there lightly, rather than bringing the sudden pain of another kick. Almost instantly she felt his cock stiffen to her touch. Beth smiled, seeing his face flush, knowing that she had him right where she needed him Then she struck to surprise him, an elbow drop landing across his chest, just snatching Gordy’s breath away. ‘You don’t really know how to fight do you Gordy?’ Beth asked him, her voice quiet, almost seductive now as she rubbed her bare breasts over his body. Distraction as ever in this situation was her friend….she was moving into position to finish him off in more ways than one, but all Gordy noted was the very pleasant sensation of her pert breasts and bullet hard nipples on his body.

‘FUCKS SAKE GORDY! MARINA GET OVER THERE AND HELP HIM!’ Sharon implored now, seeing how this was rapidly going south for her boyfriend.

Marina didn’t move though. She was almost as amused as Beth was at the way this was going, and more to the point, she wasn’t going to interject and put herself in the two on one, knowing that Gordy was largely useless to her by now. ‘OCHH….he’s a big boy Sharon….he’ll work something out I’m sure’ she said, keeping her place steadfastly on the apron. If Gordy could make his way to her somehow, she would make the tag she supposed, but otherwise, this was the time for her to find out just what exactly their regular cornerman was really made of.

Beth was almost in position, having moved slowly and sensually into place, totally disarming Gordy at the same time as she started to make his cock stiffen further. Then the trap was sprung at least three quarters of the way by Beth as she captured Gordy’s head in a tight reverse ‘69’ head scissors. He groaned, and Beth continued to talk quietly to him, totally in control of the situation now. ‘Can you feel my thighs tight around your head Gordy? Why don’t you just rest your hands on them and feel how strong they are? Then wonder what you’re going to do when they start to choke the life out of you!’ she teased. Without touching him, her soft words practically had his cock throbbing still inside his boxer shorts. Beth could almost have laughed at how this was even easier than she expected, but she stayed in control, her voice quiet and sultry as she told him ‘if you’re good...I might just make you cum before you pass out’ as she felt his hands lightly on her butt.

His touch did absolutely nothing for her at all. She wanted Jemma and only Jemma; of the five other people in the room with her, Gordy was the one with precisely zero chance of getting her turned on. Slowly her fingers played down his body, seeing the goosebumps rise on his pale skin, before she balled those fingers up into a fist and slammed a short punch into his belly. Gordy groaned; Beth tightened the grip of her thighs a little more, and her fingers reached for the waistband of his shorts, which she eased down on to his thighs, leaving him exposed, his cock standing fully to attention for her.

‘MARINA! STOP THESE SLUTS!’ Sharon pleaded.

‘I can’t’ Marina flatly replied. ‘If I do that, the other slut will just cut me off!’ she pointed out. It was technically true as Jemma would have done just that, if she’d have tried to intervene anyway, not that Marina MacLeod had any plans to intervene.

‘MARINA!’ Sharon cried angrily.

‘CALM DOWN BITCH!’ Allie laughed from across the room now, cool calm from earlier well and truly gone. ‘Don’t give yourself an aneurysm to go with with your twisted ankle!’ she mocked.

‘I’ll beat the crap out of you again you little tart!’ Sharon told her.

‘Whatever hop-along!’ Allie laughed at her. Beth just tightened the grip of her scissor hold a little more, maintaining her total control of Gordy now. It wasn’t the grip of her legs that drew a loud gasp from her impromptu opponent though, it was the grip of her right hand, very firmly around the base of his throbbing cock that did that. Even that initial touch was enough to make it twitch almost uncontrollably. This wasn’t going to take long Beth realised.

‘Mmmmmmm’ Gordy moaned lightly at her touch now as she just slid her hand further up the shaft of his throbbing manhood.

‘Just remember to submit when you can’t breathe’ Beth told him seductively, then she started to work his cock with a degree of enthusiasm to bring him very quickly to a climax, his cum squirting from the tip of his cock and landing on his thighs as he groaned loudly. Beth had seen enough now, shifting her position back into the facesit, and with Gordy well and truly unable to come to terms with the mixture of feelings, she got to smother him for a moment or two. Then he remembered the final command that Beth had given him, submit when you can’t breathe. He couldn’t….he did….the match was over, but not quite the action as Beth moved her position to sit on Gordy’s chest and look over at Sharon on the outside.

‘You might want to work on this one’s stamina bitch! He seems to run out of steam awfully quickly’ Beth laughed.

‘I’ll fucking break you, you little blonde bimbo!’ Sharon shot back angrily.

‘Temper….temper’ Beth mocked her. ‘You and I can fight anytime you’re ready bitch But first you need to fight her’ she said, indicating over her shoulder to where Allie sat.

‘Her?’ Sharon smirked. ‘I destroyed her before and I’ll do it again, any time. Just wait until my ankle is OK and I’ll fucking take you apart Allie. Make those big sensitive titties of yours hurt again!’ she told the Scottish redhead.

‘I’m not scared of you Sharon’ Allie told her. ‘You held all the cards last time, with this bastard telling you what got to me, and then by making it a catfight, not wrestling. Well, I’ll not call you a cheat...but you’ll fucking pay for it next time we fight’ she said. Sharon’s mouth was open in surprise at this confident tone from Allie. Before she even had time to formulate a further reply, she found herself looking at the back of Allie who told her tag team ‘come on ladies, let’s go and celebrate!’ before she headed in the direction of the changing room, the heels of her boots clicking on the hard floor with Jemma and Beth in pursuit of her, leaving two surprised Scottish woman to berate the performance of their cornerman in the ring.

‘OH. MY. GOD!’ Allie shrieked excitedly when the door to the room swung shut behind them. ‘That could not have gone any better’ she told Jemma and Beth.

‘This one always has a plan’ Jemma agreed. ‘But how did you know he’d accept?’ she asked.

‘I didn’t really’ she admitted. ‘But everything Allie had said made me think he was the type who wouldn’t be able to refuse if he felt pushed into it in the end.’

‘He definitely couldn’t help himself when you got to him. That’s for sure!’ Jemma laughed. ‘How did you learn to handle a man like that?’ she asked her girlfriend. She wasn’t prying or bothered by what she’d seen, knowing her girlfriend only had eyes for her, but she was just curious.

‘Well, I had a boyfriend at uni for a while as well as the boy that taught me to wrestle. Didn’t get very far for some reason’ she chuckled. ‘But I did find out enough to realise that those things can be like a bottle of pop. Get them hot, shake them around some, and before you know it, they’re out of control!’ Beth laughed. ‘One other thing that I do know is that you’re definitely ready for her Allie. She’s nothing special, you’ll handle her’ Beth said, with Jemma nodding in agreement.

‘Oh I feel ready now, definitely’ Allie said. ‘Who knows, I might steal Gordy back from her as well. Did you hear him? Allie? Allie? Allie?’ she chuckled, mocking his accent perfectly.

‘Oh don’t you dare get wasting any time with him Allie’ Beth said, adding a little cryptically for now ‘I know just the person for you….and it’s definitely not that little bastard!’ Jemma looked like she knew just who it was that Beth meant as well, but even after they’d left the wrestling club and over the rest of the weekend, neither would be drawn on the matter just for now…..