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Wrestling With Mum – Cowgirl Cora

By Wolfboy

It had taken a few days before my step mum and I had been alone in the house together again for any length of time. Dad has been asked to go in to work on a weekend, which had scuppered a planned family meal, something that he was very apologetic about.

‘I’ll be gone for most of the day I think. I’m sorry guys, but I can’t not go’ he told us.

‘Oh don’t worry. We’re sorry you have to go in on your day off, but Jack and I will find something to entertain us I’m sure’ Cora had smiled sweetly, winking at me, before she kissed him on the cheek when he left.

‘So….what do you want to do?’ I’d asked her, almost as soon as he was out of the door.

‘Jack, when we spoke the other day, I promised I’d make it so that you never had to imagine the fighting. So that’s what we’re going to do today. But I want to ask you some questions if that’s alright. I want to make sure we get everything about this right for you. Remember, I won’t judge you for anything you think around this. I’m cool with whatever you say. I just want to make sure that I do things right for you’ Cora smiled.

‘Sure...go ahead Cora’ I agreed.

‘So first of all, the obvious one...do you want to see me fighting? On a video I mean’ Cora asked.

‘I think….no….I know that I do’ I answered quickly,

‘OK, well that’s good’ Cora replied. ‘I only have one of my fights that was filmed. It isn’t the best one ever. But It’ll give you a good idea’ she told me. ‘OK, then question number two. Would you like to see me fight in person?’ Cora asked now.

‘What, today?’ I mean, yes, I really think I would like to’ I quickly replied.

‘Not today silly’ she laughed. ‘Though I do admire your enthusiasm. No, these things can take a bit of organising, and I can’t just take you along to one of these clubs. They’re not really an environment for you just yet Jack. But there are ways. Let me have a think about it. I can make it work’ she told me.

‘That would be so amazing’ I smiled. I knew that I wanted to see Cora in action for real, not just the little snippet I’d seen through that small fraction of window.

‘So, question number three….would you like to train with me a little and help me practice some moves?’ Cora enquired now.

From the look on her face, I know she knew the answer to that one before she asked it. So, I was being offered the chance to get up close and wrestle with my step mum, a woman who had already taken on an almost goddess like status for me now. ‘Errr sure...I would enjoy helping you with that!’ I smiled enthusiastically.

‘Makes sense that you would’ Cora said softly. ‘Now Jack, my last question and this one is a bit delicate….do you still like to dress up in my clothes?’ she asked. Quickly she went on ‘remember, I’m not going to judge, and to be honest it’s really OK if you do. I just, well…..well, you answer the question, then I’ll tell you’ she said. Her look was encouraging. I felt like I could be really open with her about it.

‘I used to do it more often….then I thought I shouldn’t just take your stuff...so I got a couple of things of my own. Not as nice as yours but it seemed like the right thing to do. Why?’ I asked. I was a bit worried Cora wouldn’t be happy with the answer, but I felt oddly OK about telling her. I wasn’t really embarrassed about admitting it to her.

‘Well, I suppose there’s a couple of reasons. One, I just wanted to check and tell you it’s actually fine if you want to borrow something occasionally. More than occasionally actually. Just ask. Or tell me after you’ve done it. I don’t mind either way Jack, really I don’t. And then, well, actually there’s two things now that I think about it. If I’m going to practice with you a little bit, I only usually fight with women, so it might help me a bit if you dressed like one for that. But also, now I think about it more, there’s a chance you might enjoy watching me fight more if you’re dressed up in my clothes, or at least in something like’ she suggested.

‘I guess I might. I don’t know really’ I admitted, though I was OK with finding out. ‘I like wearing them because they feel nice….different’ I told her.

‘Well, there’s only one way to find out’ Cora smiled enthusiastically. ‘We’ll pick you out something to wear, and then you can watch my fight and see what you think’ she declared, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs like I had no real choice in the matter. Not that I minded though. I might have been surprised with just how open Cora was, but I didn’t mind it all. As I said, I just felt really comfortable with her.

‘Where are we going to watch the fight Cora?’ I asked as we headed upstairs. ‘I mean the lounge is a bit awkward if dad comes back unexpected, and people would likely see us from outside, right?’ I pointed out. I may have been confident enough and onboard with the idea. Just not that confident yet.

‘It’s a good point Jack...and fortunately for you, I’ve been quite good at keeping a secret for a while now, so I’ve thought something like this through. We both have a secret to keep, and, well’ Cora sad, opening the door to her walk in changing area that was next to the bedroom she shared with dad. ‘Welcome to my little playroom!’ she beamed with delight. This was a room that I wasn’t totally unfamiliar with, having mounted those occasional raids on Cora’s wardrobe before after all. But it had been somewhat refreshed since my last visit. The walls were still lined with wardrobes and shelves from before, but at the far end of the room she now had a cosy little day bed facing a 40 inch TV screen. And the final surprise as I walked into the room was the floor. It as still carpeted in the same way as the rest of the upper floor of the house, but now it was padded. ‘What do you think?’ she asked me.

‘It’s great!’ I said. ‘And are those wrestling mats under the carpet?’ I asked her.

‘They are. I had it done a while back, just in case I wanted to test something out in here’ Cora told me. ‘So this is where we’ll practice. It’s not super spacious, but it is private’ she said, turning the key in the lock from the inside as if to emphasise that aspect. ‘So you’re safe to try something on in here. You’ll be safe in here when we want to practice. And we’ll be safe in here for watching this fight today’ Cora declared confidently. ‘So….what are your favourite things of mine to wear?’ she asked me quietly, like it was the most normal thing to be asking her step son.

‘Well’ I blushed a little ‘...errr…...I usually liked to wear your tights and swimsuits. But occasionally one of those lacy bodysuits as well’ I admitted. It felt the slightest bit awkward to admit to her, but not anywhere near as much as I’d thought it would be.

‘I can see how both styles would be attractive for you to choose’ Cora admitted with a smile. ‘Remember, this is a totally safe space for you now Jack. So go ahead and have a little look through. I think you know where to find everything in here? See what takes your fancy for today.’ she encouraged me. She was right. I did know where almost everything was in this room, though of course there were some new items in Cora’s wardrobe too. I hadn’t really thought too much about this, because until a few minutes ago, the thought that this would be my weekend hadn’t really been on my radar. After a couple of minutes, I’d settled on a choice though. There in the drawer was the lime green and black swimsuit with a zipper that came about two thirds of the way down the front. It was something that I’d worn previously, and I took a pair of tights from the next drawer along, a shimmering suntan pair that were sheer to the waist.

‘A nice choice…..I thought you liked that swimsuit’ Cora smiled, making me realise that she had a pretty good idea what items of hers I’d borrowed in the past, even if she’d not said anything. She really wasn’t bothered about it I realised. ‘I’ve never worn that one to fight in’ she added. ‘The zipper meant that most people wouldn’t allow it in a fight’ she pointed out.

‘Oh, makes sense’ I agreed. In my haste to change, I was already three quarters of the way to naked in front of her without thinking. I guess I was used to having to change quickly!

‘Take your time’ Cora laughed, noticing this. ‘I understand that you’re usually in a rush to get in and out of this stuff Jack, but not in here’ she told me. I listened, but I still changed pretty quickly anyway, enjoying the smooth silkiness of the tights as I eased them up my legs before the spandex of the swimsuit covered me comfortably.

‘Not bad’ Cora allowed. ‘You look pretty good Jack’ she said to me. Then she stood up and took her leggings and t-shirt off. She as bare legged, but she was wearing a different swimsuit to the other day. Evidently she had changed when she’d caught wind of dad having to go to work. This swimsuit was plain black, strappy, with a plunging front that really enhanced her tits from pretty great to sensational in my view. ‘Oh Cora, you look amazing’ I told her honestly.

‘Thanks Jack. I’m really pleased you like it. I hope I’ll always look amazing to you. I want you to know that I think you look great too, and I’m happy to help you work on your style a little more if you would like that. Any time. Just ask’ Cora smiled, giving me a little twirl so that my eyes could take in those curves of hers. ‘Now come and sit down. I want to introduce you to Cowgirl Cora!’ she laughed.

‘Cowgirl Cora?’ I asked.

‘Yeah…they weren’t super original with that nickname’ Cora chuckled. ‘They had a girl from Texas...what are you going to call her? I’ve never ridden a damn horse in my life!’ she shrugged theatrically. ‘But that’s the version of me you’ll see here’ she continued. ‘So a tiny bit of background for you. This was from four years back, almost five. Not long after I’d started up again here. Now you’d never get a fight filmed in one of the clubs, because they’re kind of secretive, but remember I said sometimes we’re the entertainment for a party? Well, this was one of those occasions. Someone’s birthday party. They wanted to film it. We both agreed if we could wear eye masks to protect our identities. And they gave us both a copy of it. So this is actually my only fight on film anywhere as far as I’m aware. It’s a catfight to a finish, which is until one of us submits or is knocked out to a count of twenty. There’s no punching or kicking to the head. That’s more or less it for rules’ Cora explained. I took it all in, sat there on the little day bed, thigh to nylon clad thigh with her. I knew I was excited to see this in so many ways. ‘So….are you ready?’ she asked. I nodded. I was as ready as anyone could be for it.

Cora unpaused the video on the TV and I’m pretty sure pressed a little bit tighter into me as the picture showed me a room of a house with what looked to be five couples seated around a rectangular area. It wasn’t easy to tell at first because everything in the room was white, but the five couples surrounded a rectangular area of white wrestling mats. The couples were all finely dressed, post dinner party, ready to be entertained. ‘Ladies and gentlemen….for your entertainment, an international catfight’ a voice, not yet seen, sounding a little distant in the room just yet. ‘First from Munich Germany, Alicia Von Braun’ Cora’s opponent entered the room; she wore a dress, not so unlike those ladies in the couples around the mats, walked on tall heels and she looked impressive. Blonde, strong, and pretty sure of herself I thought. ‘Her opponent, from Texas….Cowgirl Cora’ Now Cora came into the room. Of course I recognised her, despite the ornate black eye mask that she wore along with a black dress covered in sequins and a pair of black heels. I recognised her outfit too. She’d worn it when we’d been on a cruise as a family eighteen months earlier.

‘You look nice in that dress you know Cora’ I complimented her.

‘Awwww, thanks Jack. I’m glad you noticed it. It doesn’t stay on for long here’ Cora smiled.

She wasn’t wrong. On the screen, both women were now preparing to fight. The shoes were the first thing to go. ‘Can’t fight in those’ Cora pointed out.

‘I’m usually amazed that you can even walk in them’ I laughed,

‘It’s actually not so hard. I’ll teach you’ Cora smiled. She was enjoying this almost as much as me I realised. Then the dresses came off on screen, and I was taken by the great bodies of both women. Cora was more tanned, a little more athletically built too. Cora had great thighs. I’d sort of noticed this before with her, but the band of a black hold up stocking wrapped around the upper thigh really helped to show it. And she wore a lacy bodysuit in black. It did look a bit like one of those that I’d worn of hers before as well, but I couldn’t be totally sure. Her opponent was a bit curvier. A couple of inches shorter than Cora. Certainly no lighter than her, but she was pretty attractive too. She was dressed quite similarly to Core in a red lace body suit, but also with black hold up stockings.

‘Did they ask you to dress the same?’ I asked, noticing the similarity in attire.

‘Actually no they didn’t, though I can see why you might think they had’ Cora replied as she Alicia just started to circle on the screen. As Cora’s back went to the fixed camera, I noted the thong back of her lace suit, and realised it wasn’t the one of hers that I’d worn before. I also realised that Cora had a great arse too, and well, actually my step mum really was a glamorous MILF. She saw me looking as the two circled, saw that my cock was growing in appreciation, and she just smiled. ‘Now don’t blink Jack or you might miss it. This one is pretty quick and brutal!’ Cora told me. I think my cock might have just grown a little harder still at that thought!

Cora hadn’t lied though, the action started out pretty quickly. The circling had, it seemed, all been pre match. The voice of the referee told them to fight rather than a bell ringing, and then they went for it, no thought of needing to size each other up. The opening of the fight, the ferocious nature, the sights of two attractive wand contrasting women fighting like wildcats, it was almost too much. Both went to the hair with their left hands, leaving their right hands free to take advantage of the targets presented to them. Those targets were thighs at first, targeted with the power of a thunderclap and an accuracy that saw the blows land almost exclusively on the small area not covered by a stocking. Even the sound from the video was enough to induce a wince; Cora had fitted a pretty good sound system in her play room. The targets switched quickly after both women had targeted the thigh, leaving Cora’s hand print clearer on the pale skin of the German woman, but little doubt that both had felt them. Now each went for their own targets. Cora slapped Alicia across the face, a short blow bit with enough power to sting but not deter the German woman. Her target was Cora’s body, a punch right to the stomach that landed hard and looked to have winded Cora. Then Alicia had both hands in Cora’s hair and beamed with delight as she threw her across the mats by it!

‘Yes, that hurts as much as you’d imagine Jack’ Cora said, answering my unposed question. ‘And so does that’ she carried on as she took a kick to the body on screen. Alicia it seemed was all in to try and get Cora hurt quickly. ‘She wanted to get a win by knockout I worked out pretty quickly’ Cora told me. ‘And if it’s a catfight, one way to do that is definitely to get your opponent winded and then smother them. This bitch was going down that route pretty much straight away’ Cora explained.

‘And that’s allowed?’ I asked. I was a little blown away already as Cora rolled to her belly and Alicia kind of pounced on her. A splash I realised, obviously effective enough given the way that Cora groaned when Alicia landed across her.

‘Allowed...positively encouraged even. Jack, there’s something that you’ll come to understand about something like this’ Cora told me, as Alicia snatched a handful of her hair so she could position her head between her thighs in a pretty crushing head scissors now, still lying on her belly on the mat. ‘There’s not really much off the table in terms of what’s allowed in these matches….and woman are usually pretty creative when it comes to hurting each other’. As if to emphasise her point, Alicia used her thighs to squeeze Cora’s head, while at the same time her hands pulled on the thong back of her suit to wedgie her. Cora moaned on screen, and I could see her nipples poking at her black swimsuit on the day bed next to me. It seemed to excite her as much as me to watch the fight. Well, maybe not quite as much...I was hard now I realised. On screen, Cora moaned again, a little more urgently, and I realised not only was she being wedgied, but her opponent had a hand in her crotch. ‘Weak American bitch!’ Alicia told her, Cora moaned again, a little louder, a little more in trouble. She wriggled and kicked her feet, trying to get free but Alicia flexed her thighs again, using those meaty thighs to great effect, and Cora was briefly subdued again. Then a switch of tactic from Alicia, as she picked up on what Cora had mentioned earlier with her tactic of looking for a knockout. Cora’s side was presented to her, and Alicia sent three heavy punches into Cora’s body, targeting the ribs. Each one drew a little grunt of pain from her before the silence off the mats was broken, one of the women in the room encouraging ‘go on Alicia, that’s it!’

‘It’s always the women that get vocal!’ Cora laughed. Her predicament showed no sign of easing on screen, although she was doing a great job of shredding Alicia’s stockings as she scratched and pulled at her legs. ‘Although her thighs hurt, and her punches were pretty good, I kind of knew that wasn’t really her aim. I knew she probably wanted to sit on my face to knock me out’ Cora told me as if this was the most natural thing in the world for someone to do, before she saw my surprised expression. ‘Oh, sorry Jack...I forget this is still so new to you. So….look at the size of her ass’ Cora said, ‘that’s a weapon for her to smother with. In the same way that I might use these’ she pointed out, cupping her breasts for a moment. ‘I knew that in the end, she’d look for that, and I needed to be ready for it, because my best chance to escape is really when she’s trying to transition for it’ Cora explained further.

‘I see’ I managed. It was pretty obvious I didn’t really, but every word that Cora had just said to me only went to turn me on even more really. I think that she probably realised that.

The action continued, and I spotted Cora’s arm just tucked in along her side now, warding off the worst of the punches to the ribs although Alicia was still able to move her arm a little at times and Cora took one right to the side of the tit. That drew a gasp, and was evidently the point that Alicia would look to roll Cora on to her back and go for this devastating knockout face sit. Now Cora resisted the first attempt to be turned to her back while still in the scissors. ‘She wanted to keep her legs locked and pull me into the seated pussy smother that way’ Cora pointed out to me. ‘If she’d been able to do that, I’d have been done for I think’ she admitted. Instead though, Alicia had to break the scissor hold and turn Cora to her back by her hair and the back of her lace bodysuit, and Cora struck quickly, burying her elbow deep into the stomach of the blonde woman to knock her away. Now the tide of the action would turn. Cora had been punished for three or four minutes before she had got free, and it looked like it would be short lived respite as Alicia looked to reach back into her hair again. It wasn’t to be though as Cora sunk a second elbow into her body, and Alicia was knocked to her ass on the mat. Cora rose, a little slowly, feeling the attacks of the blonde, but she was ready to go on to the attack, which she did by holding Alicia’s blonde hair to hold her in place for a knee or maybe a thigh to the tits. Either way it worked. Alicia went to her back.

‘Where she wanted to knock me out, I wanted her to submit to me’ Cora told me. She smiled as she continued ‘there’s always something more satisfying about making someone admit you’re the better woman!’ The action continued, and I noticed not how Cora would use her wrestling skills mixed in with catfighting tactics. She controlled Alicia’s rise with a tight front headlock that might have been choking the blonde, and clubbed a punch into her ribs to avenge some of what she’d taken. Then she dropped to her knees, quick as a flash, and shot an arm between Alicia’s legs to send her up and over to the mat in a fireman’s carry. That was a heavy landing, and though Alicia was moving to find her feet quickly, Cora was quicker now. She kicked her in the stomach, doubled her up, then used a leaping elbow across the shoulders to floor her. Alicia tried to roll to her feet quickly, but Cora used the blonde’s hair to force her up into that headlock again. This time she used a kneading breast squeeze to hurt her some more before unsing the same takeover to put Alicia flat on her back again.

‘If she’d have been a good wrestler, I might have been more wary about that. Using the same move twice together is usually asking to get countered by a good wrestler really’ Cora pointed out as she winded Alicia with a stomp to the belly on screen with the blonde lying on her back.

‘That’s it Cowgirl! Hurt the bitch!’ a different female voice from the crowd.

‘Like I say….always the women’ Cora laughed. ‘Not long to go now in the fight’ she told me. ‘I think you’ll be impressed how it ends’ she smiled.

I was impressed already by what I’d seen, never mind how it was going to end. Cora pulled Alicia off the mats by the hair, forcefully, giving her a sly little punt in the ribs as she did so, and then she lifted her with a hand between her legs and planted her, with a body slam, at the centre of the mats. The blonde groaned loudly at the painful landing, and I was pretty amazed, suddenly wondering just how strong Cora was because the German woman was not a small woman. Well, on screen, Cora wasn’t wondering about anything, she was demonstrating it instead, forcing Alicia up to her feet by the hair again, following a second sly dig in the ribs. Now she had her up, Cora slapped the taste out of her mouth with a hard right handed slap that actually spun Alicia so she had her back to her. Cora gripped the blonde tightly around the waist, and with one explosive movement, there it was again; the German Suplex delivered by Cora to actually Suplex a German.

‘Holy fuck!’ one of the men in the audience shouted out now, clearly impressed with the skill and power Cora had shown.

‘Not just the women this time!’ I managed to point out to Cora. My cock was positively throbbing at what I was watching on the screen.

‘Well no, he was pretty excited about what he saw. He’s not the only one it seems’ Core smiled at me, resting a hand lightly on my nylon clad thigh. ‘Jack...if you want to….it’s fine, really’ she told me reassuringly. On the screen, she was literally dog walking Alicia by her hair towards the spare seat at one end of the mats before introducing her face to it like a wrestler using a turnbuckle. My mind thought ‘what about the suit and tights?’ but my hand had far less in the way of thought and was inside that black and lime green suit, stroking my cock through the silky nylon of the tights. It was never going to take long given that I was more aroused that I think I’d ever been in my life!

My timing was unusually perfect though. Cora took a seat, positioned Alicia with the back of her head in her crotch, and then crossed her legs around her throat in a perfect figure four head scissors. Then she leaned forward just a little, crimping the neck of the blonde while also reaching a hand inside her lace body suit. As Alicia’s first scream of pain filled the room, courtesy of Cora’s fingers twisting her nipple like it was an old fashioned clock in need of being wound up, I shot my load inside the suit that Cora had allowed me to borrow, with a groan, but my eyes never left the action as Cora invited her ‘submit you blonde bimbo! Go on!’

‘Nein! Nein!’ Alicia screamed in reply. The look on Cora’s face very much said ‘you fucking will!’ though, and she simply poured on the pressure and the pain, her next twist of the nipple actually drawing sobs from Alicia. Damn if it my cock wasn’t already starting to get hard again when Alicia cried out that she submitted and Cora kicked her out from between her legs so she lay beaten on the mats where Cora quickly made a schoolgirl pin victory pose, sat on Alicia’s chest, holding the blonde’s hair for a moment. Then she got up, picked up her dress and shoes from the edge of the mats, then spoke to the people around the mats for a few moments before disappearing from view. Only then did Alicia get up and do the same, getting the consolations of the people around the mat.

Cora clicked off the TV with the action finished. She looked at me and smiled ‘I don’t really need to ask if you enjoyed it Jack….I guess you might need a shower now honey…’

‘Umm yeah, I guess I do’ I said, a little bit ill at ease with what I’d done, but definitely not what I’d seen. ‘Sorry about your suit mum’ I managed.

‘Don’t be...consider it part of your collection now, it’ll all wash out anyway. Bring it back here, and your little collection from your room when you’ve showered. I’ll put it in a drawer here for you when I’ve washed them, then you won’t have to worry about it being found!’ Cora told me. I was pretty happy about that; the fear of being found always worried me. Now my secret would be pretty safe. I went off to shower and then came back a few minutes later with my things.

‘Just put them down there Jack. I’ll wash everything. We’re pretty much the same sizes, so it’s not like anyone will realise that they’re not mine’ Cora pointed out. ‘So about the fight. I know it excited you, but what did you think?’ She had dressed again while I’d been in the shower, now wearing her leggings and T-shirt; the swimsuit that they had previously concealed was now on the floor too. I had a new appreciation for the way the leggings hugged her legs; I knew that they didn’t just look good, her legs were weapons too!

‘Honestly. You are amazing Cora! And the whole style of that fight...I’ve never really seen anything like that!’ I gushed enthusiastically.

‘Better than pro wrestling?’ she asked me now.

‘Definitely...because you can use pro wrestling, but also so much more too’ I declared.

‘I thought you’d like it. It wasn’t going to scare you off having seen the little bit that you’d seen the other day’ Cora told me. She’d obviously considered it carefully before deciding to show it to me. ‘Jack, I love that it turns you on to watch me fight too’ she said, stroking my arm gently. ‘I think you’ll find that all fights probably do that for you. That’s obviously just your thing, but I’m pleased that me being in the fight doesn’t stop it for you!’

‘Cora...it feels a little awkward to admit still, but watching you fight definitely had me turned on. You’re right, I’ve felt it before from watching pro wrestling. But nothing like watching you there. That was so much more of an intense thrill’ I admitted to her.

‘And dressing up?’ Cora asked

‘Didn’t feel awkward with you being here at all. Thank you for that’ I smiled.

‘I hoped it wouldn’t. You can probably tell from all of this that I’m really quite open minded. And as long as you’re happy with it, it might the next easier I think’ Cora smiled encouragingly.

‘The next thing?’ I asked, not quite connecting the dots yet.

‘I’m hoping to arrange myself a fight so that you can watch. I’ll make sure my opponent knows who you are, but it you’re happy to dress up more, then it will help us to find venues more potentially. Being a girl opens a few more doors in this world, even if you’re not really’ Cora explained. ‘And I want to have plenty of chance to find a good opponent. That fight was a short one. They’re usually longer’ she told me.

‘Oh I see!’ I laughed. ‘Well, if it helps to make it easier then I definitely don’t mind. Just don’t expect me to be able to walk in heels. That might be a step too far!’ I told her.

‘I’m going to teach you Jack. It’s really not so hard!’ Cora laughed. I wasn’t sure that she was being serious, but she was. ‘If you need to pass for a girl somewhere, some heels will help massively Jack, trust me!’ she told me.

‘Well, I’ll try’ I allowed.

‘I promise I’ll teach you Jack’ she said, giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. ‘Now this drawer here’ she said, indicating the middle drawer at the end of one side of the room ‘will be the drawer for your things. You’re not limited to only wearing what’s in there. If you see it and you like it, then try it one. The only stuff not to wear is in the opposite middle drawer please. Those are my favourite fight outfits. By all means look at them. Let me know which ones you like. I’d definitely like to know which your favourites are, but leave those ones for me to wear. Deal?’ she asked.

‘Deal’ I readily agreed.

‘At some point, we’ll have a little trying on session to work out what looks good on you for when we need to know. And we’ll get those lessons in walking in heels started too!’ she promised. ‘Now, let me ask you a couple of things before I start to try and work out who I’ll fight for you Jack’ Cora said. ‘The first is maybe most important. Would it bother you if I might lose?’ she asked.

‘Does it bother you?’ I asked her in return. ‘I mean, I’d always want you to do well and win, but if it’s real, then there’s always that possibility I suppose?’ I asked as she nodded. ‘So, no, it wouldn’t put me off, but I’d be rooting for you to win’ I finished.

‘I much prefer to win’ she admitted. ‘A loss can be pretty humiliating sometimes, but still I prefer a tough opponent with the risk I could lose’ Cora told me. ‘Good, that means I’m not really limited in who I try and get a fight with. Now, would you have a preference on what we would wear?’ Cora asked now.

I considered this one for a moment or two, then decided ‘not really. I think it would be pretty cool to see what you would both choose.’

‘Makes sense...the element of surprise’ Cora agreed. ‘Last one I think….do you want to be in my corner, like you’re my second, or just to watch?’ she enquired.

‘I’d like to be in your corner, even though I doubt I’ll be much help’ I said in reply.

‘That’s cool. I’m a big girl so I’ll largely look after myself out there, but you’re allowed in to the ring or on the mats between falls’ she said. ‘There will be more than one fall. Makes sure you get more of a fight that way’ Cora said to me.

‘Oh, I see’ I said. This time I actually really did see how that would be of benefit to me. ‘That does sound like a better idea’ I agreed.

‘I thought you’d like that more’ Cora agreed. ‘So I’m going to try and work something out for three weeks time. Your dad is going to be away on business all week’ Cora told me. ‘So you and I are going to take a little road trip somewhere Jack. I’ll think about opponents first and then maybe we can steal a few minutes to work out which one you like most for it. That’s decide where our road trip is going to!’ Cora suggested.

‘I’d like that’ I agreed. So now that I’d seen Cora fight for the first time, if not in the flesh then still for real, I no longer really had to fill in those blanks that had been left in my imagination from the other day. I couldn’t wait to see where the adventure would take us next.