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Tough Girl
By Wolfboy
Jemma finds a tough fight in Greece
The plan put in place to help get Jemma as ready for Toni as was possible had been working out OK so far. The idea of different opponents with different styles had been hatched to provide her as much experience as possible, all to arm her with the skills and the toughness to challenge a wily veteran fighter like Toni. It was the latter quality that was more likely to be tested in the latest fight that Beth had found for her.
Jemma would travel to Greece for a fight in front of a very small select audience against a local woman who was something of a female combat sports influencer on her social media platforms. Andrea knew of her, at least in passing, as she had also been an Olympic style wrestler for a little while, before leaving that discipline, finding it not to be totally her thing. Athena Georgiou was 35 years old, and had bounced around the female fight scene then for a while, trying out different styles, not with huge success, but she was popular and had built up a big social media following. Purely chance had seen her find her true calling in catfighting, when on an evening out, a girl had set about her outside a bar. She’d handled that, but most importantly she had come to realise that fighting without rules was the thing that really gave her a rush as a fighter. She wasn’t for the rounds format or the more disciplined rules catfighting styles, she just wanted to get at it, even if the fight would then only last for moments.
The new style had seen her number of followers increase even more when she started to put excerpts of what she called skilled streetfighting on her various platforms, with the whole fights often available on her streaming website. After five matches in two years, she decided it was time to take her fighting more public, to an extent anyway. A crowd of ten of her lucky followers would be in her private gym to watch her latest fight which was where Jemma came in after Beth volunteered her services as an opponent.
“It sounds great!” Jemma had agreed readily when Beth had told her about it. “You’d really best tell me more about it babe!” she said, her interest in the fight already very much there.
“Well, she calls it skilled streetfighting” Beth explained, “but it’s essentially anything goes catfighting by another name. Nothing is illegal, and it just goes to a single submission. There’s no rounds, no knockouts, probably no ref judging by her other fights. Just make her submit however you can” she told her girlfriend.
“Amazing. So really it’s just a brawl to see who gives up first. No sexfighting or anything like that?” she questioned.
“It’s legal of course” Beth told her. “But she’s not used anything like it yet, so I doubt you need to worry about it from her.”
“And the other details of the fight?” Jemma asked now. “Where’s it being held, that kind of stuff” she said.
“Oh yeah, well, we’re going to go to Greece. To the city of Patras where Athena has her gym. It’s kind of set up a bit like a boxing gym I suppose, but just without an actual boxing ring. A big space, but a few punchbags hanging from the ceiling. And yes, they’re in play as well. She pummelled her last opponent against one of them” Beth opined. “And for fight attire, I don’t think she cares too much what you wear. For her it’s all about the fight not the clothing for her. In the fights I’ve seen, she’s worn all manner of things; leggings and sports bra, jeans and a tank top, even a dress. Always barefoot though. We’ll confirm all about that with her though.”
“Yeah, I’m good in pretty well whatever I think” Jemma confirmed, laughing as she said “probably not ball gowns or something wacky like that...but you get the point” she clarified.
“I do indeed” Beth smiled in return.
“Anything else I need to know?” Jemma asked.
“Oh fairly standard stuff. She says she’s going to beat you up, make you bleed and cry like a little bitch” Beth added casually.
“Oh, now you’re just trying to get me turned on” Jemma smirked in reply, but she knew this was going to be a serious fight, even if it might not be a long one.
* * *
It was a week later almost to the day that Jemma found herself standing in the gym in front of that very select crowd of eight men and two women, all of who were there for one reason alone; to see Athena and Jemma fight. She was excited, shifting lightly on her feet as she waited for the host and the action to begin. In the end, the redhead had decided that despite the free choice of attire, she was most comfortable wearing not all that much to fight in, choosing a green and white striped one piece swimsuit with thin cross-back straps, that was cut fairly conservatively but nevertheless showed off the powerful curves that grew more powerful all the time now due to her work with Andrea. She looked over to Beth, stood in an area behind the spectators now, seeing the reassuring smile of her girlfriend conveying nothing but supreme confidence in her.
Now the small crowd applauded again as the host appeared in the room with it’s lightly padded floor, their hands amounting to little more than a ripple of noise given their small number. Brunette, Athena looked every inch as powerful as Jemma, if not even more so, as the gym wear set she’d elected to fight in only served to accentuate her toned and tanned physique. Her hair was long as was Jemma’s and worn loose in the same way Jemma always did to fight. She was barefoot, her sky blue leggings coming to a halt after tightly coating her power packed legs at a navy blue waistband. She wore two tops, a navy bikini beneath her keyhole front sky blue sports bra. And she looked evenly at Jemma, clearly ready to lock horns in a brutal fight with the gorgeous redhead. Both women had their finger and toe nails painted to match their outfits, with Athena’s finger nails perhaps the longer and more dangerous looking of the two sets at first glance.
“Ladies, come to the centre” the man who had accompanied Athena into the room said now, his voice accented but his English clear. Both did as they were bid, with the two standing about a foot apart, staring at each other, Jemma looking very slightly down on Athena. “You both understand the rules of the fight. This is anything goes until one of you gives up?” he asked. Both women indicated that they indeed understood that perfectly well, without actually taking their eyes off each other. “Good” he said, turning slightly to address the crowd and the main camera for Athena’s streaming site. “Jemma wears green and white. She is 21 years old, 5 feet 7 inches 152lbs and 36D-24-37 and has a record of 18 wins and 5 losses. Athena wears blue. She is 35 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 155lbs, 38D-25-39 and has a record of 5 wins in this style of fight. Wait for my signal” he told them both, as each stepped back a foot or so, to a range from which battle would still be easily joined. As the man left the mats now, he shouted “GO!”, and the fight was on at a furious early pace.
Athena punched at Jemma who just about dodged the opening haymaker as the Greek brunette tried to rock her from the start, and instead she slapped Athena’s face hard as she still closed in. A tangle ensued at the centre of the mats for a moment as the action warmed up quickly. Jemma went to the hair, naturally for a catfighter, bending Athena forward and swinging a good punch into her body. Athena punched back, low, not landing in the crotch but there was little doubt that it was her target. Jemma kneed her to the body as she felt the brunette’s grip just tightening around her waist for the moment, attempting a kind of wrestling throw that Jemma rode out before going with the knee again. This time Athena was ready to trap Jemma’s knee up against her body so that she could sweep Jemma’s standing leg out from under her. Jemma kept hold of the hair, even as she fell to her back on the mat, and Athena kicked at her body, landing a foot solidly enough in her side. Jemma kicked back, trying to trip Athena in turn, but the brunette went to ground on her own accord, landing with her shin across Jemma’s body. “Uggghhh!” Jemma groaned, glad of the extra layer of armour she’d been afforded there by Andrea’s excellent training work. But the fight went on at that pace, both women tangled in the other’s hair, Jemma’s grip a little more defensive as the tried to stop Athena moving on top of her fully. Instead, the brunette was content to be pulled down a little on top of Jemma so that her long brunette hair combined with Jemma’s flame red locks on top of Jemma’s face. It looked like it might be a hair smother almost, but in truth it was more of an issue for Jemma in seeing what was coming next than anything else. That was proven as Athena delivered a forearm to the face, grinding it in to punish Jemma who moaned “bitch!”
“You’re in over your head girl!” Athena told her confidently, swinging a punch into Jemma’s body before she allowed herself to be yanked a little by the hair, using the momentum that gave her to catch Jemma in the nose with her head. Not really a full headbutt, but she still caught enough of it to make Jemma’s eyes water beneath that mask of hair. Another punch swung into Jemma’s body, but this time she fired back with two hard blows of her own as she kept Athena anchored in place by her grip of the hair while the Greek woman tried to rub her forehead into Jemma’s face again. The action continued a little longer in the same way, Athena hitting Jemma and pestering her with her head in the redhead’s face, trying to work away on her, but Jemma kept firing back with punches of her own. She caught Athena with a nasty elbow too, delivered almost like a punch to the mouth to give the brunette something else to thing about as the fight rumbled through it’s first minute of action. Athena wanted Jemma back up now, but she found it a challenge to get herself disentangled from her for a moment before she sent a punch into Jemma’s breasts then moved quickly to force her up, still behind that tangled mass of red and brunette hair.
Punches were swung now, as Athena looked to maybe just be landing the better blows, starting to marshal Jemma around the room a little. She was looking to get the redhead up against the wall, or maybe one of the punchbags that hung from the ceiling, so that she could unload on her, but Jemma was far from compliant, punching in return, and starting to use some scything kicks on Athena’s lower legs as well. “Bitch” the Greek woman complained quietly, trying to get her head back into the mix only to find that Jemma had that well controlled by the hair just for now. “Cunt” Jemma shot back in return, getting a knee into Athena’s body and hacking away with a couple of punches to test her resolve, then she shrieked as Athena’s fingers flashed at her eyes, and she lost a bit of the control she’d gained thanks to that eye rake. As her head came up, Athena sent in the headbutt, this one a little more forceful; as it landed in Jemma’s mouth, Athena satisfied one of her pre fight claims, splitting Jemma’s lip to make her bleed. Again now the brunette tried to use that wrestling skill to throw Jemma to the mat, but the redhead was having none of it, riding the attempt out and kicking Athena’s leg again.
“Ooohhh, you little bitch!” Athena protested then as Jemma showed she could use the environment well, grabbing the brunette’s hair and her right ear and making use of the nearest punchbag as if it was a turnbuckle. With her back to that for a moment, Athena groaned as Jemma sent two punches in to her lower back before grabbing her hair and finding herself on the receiving end of an elbow swung back to her chest, and she was knocked away to give Athena space to turn around. Immediately, the Greek woman sent a dangerous high kick arcing towards Jemma’s jaw, only for the redhead to slip past it and instead slam her right right straight in to the bare flesh of Athena’s stomach, just above her waistband. Now it was suddenly the Greek woman on the defensive as she sucked in air, then found herself rocked again by a heavy slap to the face from Jemma who had her pushed back towards one of the walls now. The redhead was in hot pursuit under the watchful but approving eye of Beth, swinging to catch Athena in the ribs before it was back to a hair pulling battle against the lightly padded wall. Already Jemma had lasted longer than 3 of Athena’s other opponents to date, as the fight entered a period of attritional fighting now. Both pulled the hair, each bending the other forward a little at times while punches and slaps were delivered with uppercut motions in the clinch, each blow accompanied by the grunt of the woman throwing it and the groan of the one taking it.
Jemma clutched Athena’s ear with the hair again, drawing a complaint from the Greek of “Hey! Watch that!”
“Fuck off bitch” Jemma shot back, pointedly adding “I thought you were a tough girl?”
“You’ll find out, slut!” Athena claimed, swinging a knee up into Jemma’s tits that definitely tested her resolve a little more, but Jemma swung back and then attempted to throw the brunette herself. This time, Athena was able to ride that attempt our, and then she surprised Jemma, foregoing her grip of the hair to lift her and run her back to the wall in reply. It was surprise rather than pain in Jemma’s voice, but Athena came in on the attack again, slashing punches to the body and then rocking Jemma with a nasty forearm across the mouth that left the redhead looking a little dazed for the first time in the fight. So far, the fight had resembled a quite orderly contest, but it was Athena that would open up the box of dirty tricks that was always likely to help settle the fight one way or another. She sent a knee into Jemma’s crotch then immediately, as that pain was still registering, threw Jemma by the hair out to the centre of the room. Now Athena was the first woman to really find the space to open up with more expansive attacks on her opponent, and she kicked Jemma hard to the body on the way in. Jemma groaned loudly, then found herself having to block desperately an attempt to kick her in the face from the Greek woman. If any reminder had been needed of the no rules nature of the fight, it was served right there, but Jemma remained calm, trying to kick away at the brunette while maintaining a defensive position on the ground for now. Enough space gained by that, Jemma sprang quickly to her feet only to find another of those probing high kicks heading her way from Athena. Again she was forced into defensive action, but this time she couldn’t find a way to totally avoid the kick landing as it caught her on the shoulder and spun her around.
Facing one of the punchbags, Jemma knew what was coming as a hand slapped hard into the back of her head, gripping her flame red hair in close to the scalp. She had no time to defend it though as Athena sent her face first into the heavy punchbag suspended from the ceiling. There was give in the punchbag, hanging there at it was, but it was also a heavy, dense bag, less forgiving than a turnbuckle in it’s makeup. Jemma was dazed now, seeing stars almost as she felt the impact and recalled distantly that this was one of the things Beth had warned her about with Athena. The Greek woman liked to work an opponent over by using these punchbags. Jemma swung an elbow back, a little aimlessly in truth, although it made contact with Athena’s arm as it swung to punch her in the lower back, perhaps managing to take some of the sting out of that blow that still saw Jemma groan with some pain. Jemma stayed in trouble then as Athena grabbed her hair, then bunched up the back of her suit before turning her around and throwing her back at the punchbag. Doubled over by the twin grips of the Greek woman, it was the top of Jemma’s head that seemed to have impacted the punchbag, and she dropped to the mat looking stunned as the small crowd egged Athena on to attack. Only Beth, watching the action intently as ever, had spotted Jemma raising her hands a little to deflect the punchbag. She alone in the room realised that Jemma was now playing a little possum...
Athena moved in confidently, grabbing Jemma’s hair with both hands, turning her face perfectly in to place to draw back her right leg, intent to pump one of her power packed thighs in to Jemma’s face, knowing it would be a stunning blow. It could have led to the fight being finished one way, but instead Jemma took a step towards doing that for herself. Her hands went from dangling limply at her side into a fist balled up and slammed into Athena’s crotch in the blink of an eye while the Greek woman’s eyes went wide with shock and pain. She dropped to her knees in front of Jemma, who showed her qucikly that she too knew how to fight hard and dirty, coming in with a headbutt of her own to the mouth, rattling Athena’s jaw. “Not so much fun taking them is it bitch!” she sniped as the Greek woman reeled and she went to the hair to hold her on her knees while she got up and kicked her in the belly, just above the waistband of her leggings. “Oooofff!” Athena moaned, wanting for all the world to roll up into a foetal position and try to catch her breath and will the pain away, but Jemma’s grip of her hair still held her in that same position on her knees so that she could daze her some more with a hard forearm to the face.
Still Jemma didn’t let the brunette find her way to the mat, the grip of her hair enough to instead force her to her feet under protest. Jemma slipped a hand beneath Athena’s legs now, just pausing to paw at her crotch before, as Athena moaned “you bitch!”, she lifted her and body slammed her with authority on the padded but quite unforgiving surface. Athena groaned loudly and tried to roll away, but Jemma stalked her to plough a knee into her body as soon as she tried to rise, flattening her to her belly on the ground. A handful of hair allowed Jemma to introduce Athena face first to that padded floor now, and the brunette cried out loudly as she felt the impact and rolled to her back, a slow trickle of blood now coming from her nose. Jemma stood over her, for as long as it took to slam her heel down on the brunette’s taut abs anyway, and the groan Athena let forth told her everything she needed to know. That last blow had been a real sickener for the brunette, and she had really felt the fight kicked right out of her by Jemma. Still, there was a fight to be won, no matter how out of it Athena might be; it wasn’t over until she admitted she quit.
Jemma wanted to make very sure that there was no fight left in the brunette now as she forced her up again by the hair before lifting Athena a second time to body slam her, brushing off a weak punch to the body as she did it. Athena’s back arched at that second hard landing in just a few moments, as Jemma had hoped it might, because she launched herself into a flying splash to land her body perfectly across Athena’s stomach just before her back had arched to it’s fullest extent. Timed perfectly like that, it really seemed to knock the stuffing out of Athena once and for all as it flattened her to the mat. She groaned loudly, the pain in her body intense for the moment at having all of the air crushed from her by the well timed move. Jemma knew of course just how to finish an opponent off when they were struggling; she shifted herself into a reverse face sit position, legs spread just a little wider as she rolled her hips and made the brunette suffer beneath her crotch and ass while she started to send punches into Athena’s well toned body.
“I bet you’ve never seen a streetfight finish this way” Jemma smiled to the crowd, confident that she had her woman now, even as some of the crowd tried to encourage Athena. The Greek woman tried to bridge, tried to squirm, but each attempt was put paid to by the redhead’s fists. And all of the time, there was the powerful smothering effect on Jemma’s crotch and ass, rising her face, draining her of the ability to replenish her lungs. “You should submit now!” Jemma advised, just drawing her nails across Athena’s bare midriff to send a warning of what else she might do.
“You slut!” Athena moaned, Jemma feeling it as much as a vibration as much as she actually heard it from the brunette; she sent another punch into her body to subdue her some more.
“Come on bitch….get out of this!” Jemma taunted, she was confident there was no way that Athena was doing that now, as she started to slap almost playfully on her breasts. She could feel the brunette starting to weaken by the moment beneath her, only the thought of losing in front of a personally invited audience of her subscribers keeping her fighting that bit longer. Then Jemma hammered another punch into her body, this one deep in her belly, drawing a loud gasp from Athena as she learned there was still air in her body to be expelled. She was in the deepest of trouble, and Jemma hit the nail on the head as she taunted “come on tough girl….you can’t breathe...submit!”. The truth was there. Athena was tough, but a good smother would always win the day.
“Aagghhhh….MMMMFFFF. I…..submit!” the Greek woman weakly moaned, hand tapping at the mat as well as she wanted to make sure that Jemma couldn’t claim she hadn’t heard her.
Jemma wasn’t that kind of fighter though, not usually, though she might just make an exception for the wrong woman sometimes. She shifted quickly off Athena and sat beside her for a moment, just brushing the brunette’s hair gently back off her face with her hand before she told her “good fight, thanks”, surprising the Greek woman a little. Then she briefly acknowledged the crowd that applauded her efforts before taking Beth by the hand and heading back to the changing area.
“I thought she’d got you a couple of times there” Beth confided in Jemma as they reached that privacy now.
“Really?” Jemma asked her. “Because you never showed it. I thought she’d got me too a couple of times, but every time I saw you, you looked so sure in me, so I knew I was fine2 she told her girlfriend, who dabbed her lip gently with a damp cloth to clean the split in her lip up.
“I’d make a good poker player” Beth told her. “I don’t think that you need to have to worry about how I’m feeling when you fight, so I always try to look as confident as I can in you” Beth explained.
“Thanks babe” Jemma smiled. She was delighted with the way that this had worked out, but she knew there would be more tough matches to come for her if she was really going to build up to fighting Toni again. “So what’s next?” she asked Beth.
“Good question” Beth said. “We have a couple more options. Maybe another tough catfight, or we might get you an adult professional wrestling match, because don’t forget Toni does those too” she explained.
“Oh cool….I did one of those ages ago” Jemma said. “It was good fun”
“Well, maybe after this one, you deserve to have some fun” Beth smiled. “So adult pro it is then!”