Steve’s Surprise
By Wolfboy
Emma finds a way to toughen Steve up in case of further trouble ahead
“You know Steve” Emma said to me one afternoon while we were on a walk along the river, “I still think back to how when I lost to Toni, part of it was down to her and those bitches playing a complete game, not just against me, but against you too. It wasn’t your fault the way those bitches used you in it all, but it did make sure my head wasn’t right for the fight” she admitted.
I looked over to her, the afternoon sunlight glinting off the gently broiling river behind her and told her “they were crafty with what they did. I was helpless against that big brawler Paislee, and that Annabelle….well she’s just a sneaky little opportunist” I said. “The thing is, I’m just not a fighter…” I added. It was a pretty unnecessary observation as it went.
“Oh, you’re not wrong” Emma smirked, but then she added “about any of that. They knew that you weren’t a fighter. They knew just how to take advantage of that situation. And they’re devious little cunts! Sorry….but that’s what they are. I was mad at you at the time, and I shouldn’t have been” Emma admitted, touching my arm gently. Even after all the years together, there was always an electricity between us; the way my skin tingled to her touch was a familiar but always very welcome sensation. “It’s on me” she said now. “I should have known, and I should have made sure that you were more ready for them. The thing is now….Jemma is going to go after Toni, and we need to make sure that we just don’t give them easy targets again. I need to get you ready for them!” she told me.
“But I can’t fight you Em…..I mean I just couldn’t” I said, thinking that was all part of her plan to prepare me better.
“Damn right you can’t” she laughed. “I’d kick your arse!”
“Well, I know that. Not quite what I meant though” I pointed out.
“Don’t worry, I know exactly what you mean” Emma smiled reassuringly. “It needs to be someone that you won’t feel so awkward against, but also that isn’t me, so you’ll feel OK trying to win. And don’t worry….I don’t really expect you to win, but I want you to feel like you’ve got a proper chance of defending yourself for longer. We don’t want you to be their target again. And if you are….maybe you’ll have a few surprises in store for them” Emma told me.
“It sounds like this is something that you’ve given plenty of thought to” I said to Emma. “And yes, count me in. It sounds like a good idea….so, you obviously have someone in mind for this?” I asked.
“I do. Two people in fact” Emma said. “One of which you’ll be meeting for the first time in the ring in our garage tomorrow. She’s an experienced mixed fighter as well as a catfighter. And I’m not going to tell you who that is” she told me, there was some mischief in her eyes now. “The other I will tell you though. It’s someone that you’ve had a match with before” she said.
“Rebecca?” I asked.
“Rebecca” Emma nodded in confirmation. “You see, I thought there’s two things at play here. You need to be able to fight. And Jemma needs to not be distracted by the thought of you fighting in front of her, just in case it happens that way, so the plan is that she and I will tag against Kat and Helen, but you’ll fight Rebecca first in front of us. I should warn you...she’s improved since fighting you last time. She’s the British Light Heavyweight mixed wrestling champion right now” Emma smiled. I could tell that she was enjoying this, maybe just a little too much.
“Well, it sounds like I’ll have my work cut out for me!” I managed to offer, already wondering about this plan, even if I couldn’t really argue with the logic of it.
“You will” Emma agreed, not bothering to sugar coat it for me. “But like I said, this isn’t about you winning. It’s preparing you to hold your own for long enough. And training first before Rebecca….starting tomorrow!” she smiled.
“I can’t wait” I said, not entirely sure if the sentiment was true or not.
* * *
The following afternoon, I found out that my first opponent was also going to be someone well known to me when Lady Amelia arrived at our house. There was nobody else there, so it wasn’t exactly rocket science to fathom it out, even is she was there on the pretence of some Smythe business to discuss with Emma. A pretence that played out for a little while, before Amelia finally said “well, I guess it’s time we got down to the real business….how exactly do you like your beatings Steve?” with a smile plastered across her face.
“Quick and painless?” I asked. Of course that was unlikely to be the answer for today though.
“Long and drawn out….I thought so!” Amelia laughed. “Well, we should get ready for it” she continued.
Despite my apprehension about the whole thing, I did have to admit that I was kind of glad it was Amelia that Emma had asked to be my training partner. I had no doubts that she was a tough fighter with plenty of experience in both catfighter and mixed fights, but she was also someone that I did trust to help me out, rather than just have fun with beating me up. “I guess we should” I agreed. “So….errrm, what exactly are we going to be doing today?” I asked generally.
“Today, we’re just going to have a little match Steve. Nothing too strenuous, but just to get a gauge of how good you are” Amelia told me. “Then we’ll work out when to meet up regularly to work on making you better at what you might have to do. And don’t worry, I really don’t bite...as long as I like my opponent!” she smiled reassuringly enough.
“It sounds like a good plan” I agreed. “So what do I wear?” I asked. “I mean, every woman I’ve faced up to now either wanted me in nothing, or in some of Emma’s lingerie” I pointed out.
“Well, yeah, there’s plenty of odd ones out there for sure” Lady Amelia agreed. “Emma told me about this Rebecca chick she’s going to have you fight, and I guess she’s one of them…” she half asked me, not really needing to see my nod to confirm that. “Well, we’ll have to work that way too. It’s all about you being prepared. But not today. I’ve come with my gym gear to wear, so I think you should do similar. We’ll get to the other stuff in good time’ Amelia told me.
“Perfect!” I agreed. The fact that Amelia had obviously given this all some thought with Emma had put me at some ease; more than I expected to feel certainly. “I’ll just go up and change, then I’ll be with you in a few minutes” I told her.
“Take your time….and warm up too” Amelia told me. “I’d hate to have you pull something the first time I spread you in my grapevine!” she laughed mischievously, just denting that feeling of being at ease I’d had moments before I went up stairs. There, I found that Emma had been a step ahead of me the whole way and had left out a wrestling outfit for me to wear with a little note on top that simply read “good luck x”. The outfit itself was simple; an amateur style wrestling singlet in blue, perfectly fitting, tight like a second skin in all the right places, or the wrong places for a man trying to hide something in a mixed wrestling match of course. However, it did have the benefit of making me look the part, at least until I was in an actual match! With that thought in mind, I headed back downstairs, and into the garage to the ring there, to find Lady Amelia waiting for me. Emma too, although she was dressed to head out for a while and leave us to it it seemed. “Good luck” she told me, giving me a quick kiss. “While you two are having fun, I’m going to go and train with Jemma and Beth at mum’s….and talk to them about the tag team match idea too” she told me, then she left, leaving me alone to face Lady Amelia Smythe in a one on one mixed fight. And boy, did Lady Amelia look ready, She was 5 feet 9 inches and 190lbs of almost Amazonian fighting woman, powerful and solid with curves that were simply enhanced further by her teal coloured gym leggings and sports bra top, both of which featured a white pattern that strengthened as it got towards the bottom of each garment. I was taller than her by two inches, more or less the same weight, and under absolutely no illusions that I was in any way better equipped than her for what was to come.
“So….some ground rules for our match today Steve” Lady Amelia told me now. “I’ve talked this through with Emma and we’re both agreed about it all. So first of all, today we’ll fight competitively to submission and our match will be the best of three submission. We really don’t have a time limit. If we get too tired, we’ll just call it a day for today” she smiled. The look in her eyes suggested she felt that it was very unlikely we’d get to that point. “Today there will be no stripping of the outfits, but grabbing inside or outside them is OK. We won’t have anything to the face, but you can slap and punch to the body and I expect you to do that and pull hair” she said, surprising me a little. “You need to get used to it, and learn to use it, because I know that those bitches of Toni’s don’t ever play by the rules. Finally, there’s always a chance that you could get turned on as we wrestle. I know I can do in a mixed fight as well, it’s just not always so obvious’ she smirked. “I’m not going to use anything like that deliberately against you today, though Emma is OK with me doing so at some point. For now, get used to it, and just keep fighting because it’s a valid tactic that women might well try to use against you in a match. Anyway….shall we?” she asked, a confident and statuesque raven haired woman, ready for action.
“Yes, lets” I agreed, and we both moved out of our corners. There was a look of mild amusement on Amelia’s face, not one of mocking my ability, more one of a genuine interest about what I might do in the match. We circled for a moment, both watching the other’s movements, then we closed in to lock up, and the action began in earnest. Began in something of a whirlwind for me too. Well enough at first with the lock up and I took a grab of Amelia’s mane of raven hair to start backing her into the corner that she’d not long left. That went well for as long as it took Amelia to plant her feet, surprise me with a forearm smash to the chest, then reverse our positions, now with a hand in my hair to back me into the corner. Now she patted my chest lightly a couple of times, just giving me the thought that a nice clean break might be coming. I relaxed just a little, and promptly found myself given a stinging chop across the chest. Amelia turned slowly, her body just brushing mine before she thrust her backside back into my stomach with force to wind me. I groaned a little, found Amelia’s hand in my hair, and then had my world tipped upside down as she threw me out towards the centre of the garage ring with a hair mare throw. The garage ring was pretty well padded, but the landing was the least of my issues; that was the speed that Amelia was on me with.
As I landed seated, Amelia was in behind me with her left knee posted in my back, right between my shoulder blades, while her hands grabbed at mine and pulled my arms out into a crucifix shape. A surfboard of sorts, a hold she would use to wear someone down, or maybe to control them so that she could talk to them. “Never relax like that Steve” she told me quietly, choosing the latter option so that she could correct an early mistake. “You assumed I was going to break fair. Always assume the worst case will happen” she said, cranking on her hold though I found it was one that I was able to resist well enough for now. We were evenly enough matched for strength to ensure it was more or less a stalemate where Amelia risked tiring herself just as much as I did for resisting her. It was also less a problem for an experienced fighter like Amelia. In position behind me, she just wrapped a hand up in my hair and used it to control me to my feet, brushing off my weak slap that brushed across her body right on the waistband of her leggings. “Not bad” she allowed in a tone that very much also suggested that the slap had not been great either, before she used my hair to lead me to the corner and introduce my face to the top turnbuckle.
That was an impact to scramble the senses. I knew that Emma always had insisted on fairly light padding on the turnbuckles in the garage ring, pointing out that was how most championship rings were in her experience. Right now, I wished she’s not felt it to be quite such an important point of detail as I reeled a little listlessly back out of the corner into the waiting arms of Lady Amelia. She had me scooped up with a degree of ease, walked out to the centre of the ring and then planted me there with an authoritative body slam. A falling head butt to the body followed, landing just as I was trying to get it back together after the slam, reversing any of the slight recovery that I’d felt to that point. The end was already looking nigh in this first fall as I fought to catch my breath again, at least managing to catch a hold of Amelia’s raven hair for a moment to slow her progress in dominating the first part of the action.
“Mmmmm…..oohhh” she moaned, again the intonation of her voice suggesting she wasn’t exactly overly concerned about my grabbing her hair, then she delivered a single sharp punch to my stomach to make me groan. “Let go Steve” she told me.
“No way” I replied. “You told me to do it” I pointed out.
“Good Steve” she smiled through the hair pulling. “You’ve got the first thing right” she told me, just before her smile took on a mischievous edge, and she grabbed my cock through the tight fitting wrestling singlet that I wore. Now it was me moaning again as my cock immediately started to stiffen; although Lady Amelia was good to her word and her grab wasn’t sexual in nature, it was always going to take something of an effect on me. My hands left her hair, went to try and prise her off me, and with a laugh, she quickly shifted her position in to a reverse face sit. Now here was a whole new problem with a good 190lb fighter sat firmly on my face. From the countless matches I’d seen, I was more than aware that she had my whole body laid out in front of her to attack if she chose to do so. Equally, she could just choose to keep the smother in place and take the slightly longer route to a submission. I had to bridge, expecting that doing so might bring a heavy blow to my body to subdue my attempt. Instead, Amelia chose to show her balance and poise, simply riding it out, then as I uncertainly continued to try and bridge, she just asked me “what are you going to do now?”
I definitely wasn’t going to answer as I was far more concerned with preserving my breath with the heavy face sit still in place. I bridged again, a little more force behind it than before, but still with pretty much the same result. “I’m not going anywhere if you do that Steve!” Lady Amelia confidently pointed out. Nevertheless, I bridged a third time, feeling the ability to fill my lungs just starting to fade a little in the darkness caused by the impressive ass on my face. “Not going to work Steve” she told me again, just as my hands went to grab the back of her leggings, searching for a thong to wedgie her with, only to find that she didn’t wear one beneath them. “Nice try” she said, I could just about hear the smile in her voice before I felt her hand inside the top of my singlet. As I pulled uselessly at the back of her leggings, she grabbed both of my nipples, suddenly and harshly twisting them in opposite directions. My loud moan of pain did me no favours. I was running out of air in the well applied face sit smother, and I’d just wasted a bunch of it in an involuntary cry of pain. Now Amelia sat that little bit heavier, spreading her legs more to make sure that my face carried more weight thought her crotch on it. I was done for this first fall of us training together as Amelia established she was a better fighter than I was, if that had needed to be proven at all. “I submit” I told her as loudly as I could manage from my position beneath her, having the briefest moment of concern as she just fixed her hair for a second before getting off me.
“Are you OK?” she asked now, as she sat alongside me for a moment.
“Nothing a good intake of oxygen won’t fix” I agreed, a little breathless. I was smiling though, finding that the challenge with her was an enjoyable one. Something my ‘coach’ helped along with a quick debrief of the first fall.
“Your only real mistake there was not hitting me hard enough when you had the chance to. I didn’t give you a lot else to work with, and that was deliberate. Don’t want you to think it’s easier than it is. Your instincts are generally pretty good. You’ve seen enough pretty good catfighters in action after all. You actually didn’t react too much to the cock grab even” she went on, discussing this as if it were an every day thing. “I mean you did get a little hard, but then who wouldn’t? Key thing is that you’ve got to learn to keep fighting, not just to try to defend yourself. If my hands are there, you can almost certainly attack me elsewhere” she pointed out.
“I know what you mean. I just, well, it surprised me, and I didn’t want that thing going off” I laughed.
“That can be a problem” Lady Amelia smiled. “But seriously, don’t worry about anything like that. I’ve spoken to Emma at length about everything before we started this. She’s really comfortable with what can happen. She really just wants you prepared as best as you can be, just in case. Look...you don’t really know it, but that bitch Toni and her cronies jumped me in my office too. I didn’t tell Emma about it at the time, because that was just an extra burden that she didn’t need. But I want to help you all to give her what she deserves. If getting you ready is the way that I can help, then I’m all in” Lady Amelia told me.
“Well, I appreciate it” I told her. “And I know that you’ve done mixed matches before for titles, so I really know that your such a well qualified training partner for it. I hope I never have to use it in the situation we’re envisaging, but I could never have trained like this with Emma.”
“Exactly what she said as well” Amelia agreed. “And it’s right. Emma can give a lot of good advice to you, but you couldn’t do the practical part of it with her. Now shall we try again this fall? And remember, hit me harder. I’m a big girl, I probably won’t cry” she laughed as we both got up to continue the action. There was no bell of course, no need for one either, as we were both standing right there next to each other, the action just began organically. I quickly came to realise that clever nature of Lady Amelia as a coach as well. She started this period of the action, not by looking to lock up, but by coaxing me into an exchange of slaps as we circled closely. She struck first, a light one to the arm, then when she saw I was a bit reluctant to reply, she did the same again. Light, almost playful, the slap carried no venom as she told me “slap my arm...just like that….go on!”. I did, landing on her upper arm with what I calculated to be a similar level of force, the slap landing with a satisfying noise. Amelia just smiled and swung another one, a little harder, still aiming for the upper arm, before just nodding at me to say ‘your turn’ and I swung back. Now she quickened the temp, and increased the force a little more each time, not waiting for me to reply, just trusting that I would, which I did.
The exchange continued for a good thirty seconds, with Amelia just upping the ante each time, before she cleverly switched her target to slap my chest instead. It was a test that I passed without thinking, replying in kind with one to her breasts, covered perfectly by her blue sports bra. “Bitch” she laughed. “I guess” I laughed in return, then she used my hair to reel me back into a side headlock, face pressed in the side of her right breast. Now she cranked on the hold, letting me feel her power for the moment as I tried to back her into the ropes. I couldn’t move her, not at first anyway, but I thought back to watching Emma in action so often. A well placed forearm to the side often worked on a stubborn opponent, and it did so here quite well. With a little bit of hair in the mix as well, I was able to push Amelia back to the ropes and then shoot her off to the other side of the ring. Now my plans kind of unravelled at pace though; having shot her off like that, I’d not really got a move in mind and just had to set myself in her path for a collision. That I wasn’t bowled over was really down to Amelia just slowing up enough on her approach to hit me with just enough force to remind me that my tactic had been a bad idea. Then seeing me off balance, she grabbed my arm to whip me into the corner before following up to bury her shoulder in to my body. I was winded, and she cautioned “control your breathing” as I tried to hungrily suck in air. Her point was clear. It wasn’t about trying to actually control my breathing as much as it was about not giving an opponent a clear indication of being in trouble, or a smothering hold of some sort might well follow.
Instead, she just leaned into me in the corner for a moment, breasts pressed into my chest, giving me a second or two to steady myself before sending me off to the opposite corner with another Irish whip. I hit hard after the short trip across the ring, but noted Amelia bearing down on me quickly, probably looking to splash me in the corner. Whether I was a fighter or not, I definitely had a self preservation instinct to fall back on, and got out of there just in time to allow Amelia to hit the buckles, chest first, with a groan. She turned slowly, and I sent a chop into her breasts, landing it well enough, then I lifted her and dropped her to the mat in a basic body slam. I didn’t wait to see if my move had been effective or not then, just dropping in to something of a cross pin, not really securing either of Amelia’s arms. For the moment that worked as I got a hand in to her hair and ragged her head a little to the side, then slapped her belly, between the waistband of her leggings and the hem of her sports bra, leaving a very faint red mark there. She moaned lightly, and I went to work with a tit grab through that pale blue fabric, not really mauling, but trying to show her that the chance was there. I paid for my caution though pretty quickly, feeling one of her hands tangle up in my hair while she quickly asked me “is that a maul or a grope?” laughing as she did so.
As I contemplated my answer to that, she went to a crotch grab on me, not choosing to maul, but just holding my balls. The implication to me was very clear; think carefully about what you do next! I did, and I decided to go quickly with the tit maul, hoping to move equally quickly then to a hair grab to bring her up to her feet before she would have time to react. It was never quite going to work of course, my cry of “oh fuck!” just announcing the exact point that hand on my balls just tightened it’s grip of me.
“Keep fighting” she said quietly to me, encouraging me to focus on my breast maul even as her vice like grip of my balls just tightened inexorably by the moment. I was getting hard again as well as my fingers tried to work the breast maul. Then suddenly I had the Sound of my own blood pumping in my ears as Amelia swung her legs up and wrapped them tightly around my head in an impressive display of flexibility. There was no little power in those legs either, but still there was some relief for me in the way she had at least released her grip of my balls for now. I groaned, feeling the raw power of the scissor hold, but I was in something I had an idea of how to escape from. Emma had something of a habit of liking to scissor me at random time, looking to test her grip and power. As such, she’d also taught me a few ways to get out of them, wanting to make it more of a true test for herself. Now, I could deploy that knowledge for the first time really with someone else, jamming a forearm in between Amelia’s ankles. The element of surprise had been on my side once, Amelia not expecting such a proficient escape from the hold, and I went straight to her hair now to force her up. There I used a shove to the chest to send her into the ropes, and braced myself to lift and slam her on the rebound.
The lift part worked well. Too well in fact as Lady Amelia used her own momentum, multiplied by the momentum from the lift, to overbalance me as I picked her up. Instead of a slam, it ended up being me that went to the mat beneath Lady Amelia. “Ooofff!” I moaned as the impact winded me.
“I’m not that heavy you cheeky sod!” she laughed, but Amelia realised that I was probably just about done for today. All it would take was a quick shift to drop her heavy D cup breasts in my face, followed by some patience in a well applied cross pin. A little resilience too against the way I tried to pull her hair to ease the smother, though it was a sensation that the raven haired lady was more than used to with her fighting experience. The clinching move came as Lady Amelia switched her attention having secured the breast smother, to grab my crotch again, just pulling my singlet first to make sure her primary target was presented for her grab. I was done; a set of tits planted in your face with a good crotch grab will often do that…. I submitted to end our first training session with a two – nil win for Lady Amelia.
“Not too bad Steve. I think you’ve got something to work with at least, your instincts on what to do are pretty good” Lady Amelia offered as she helped me back up to sit on the mat in the garage ring. “You do at least know some moves, and how to escape a scissor hold. Emma showed you that I guess?” she asked.
“Yeah” I explained, “she likes to try to catch me out with a scissor hold. She’s trying to make hers better, so she showed me how to try and escape as well. She wanted it to be a test. Don’t tell her, but I think your scissors are actually a bit stronger” I admitted.
“Well, I’m a wrestler turned catfighter, so I guess it’s probably just down to me having a slightly different technique” Amelia said, not really wanting to take the credit as just being down to power alone. “We need to work on your resilience to….well, certain moves I think. Because I’m sure they’re go to moves for Toni’s crew if they’re not hindered by any rules” she suggested.
“You could say that” I agreed, remembering the last time I’d run foul of them. “Rebecca wasn’t shy about using them either” I recalled.
“Doesn’t surprise me” Amelia laughed. “I saw her around the competitive mixed fight scene when I was dabbling with that for a little while, and she did seem the type. Not that there’s anything wrong with it especially on that scene. It’s all legal, so it’s definitely expected” she said. “But on that basis, we work on it. We can train fairly regularly if you want?” she asked me. “League business keeps me pretty busy most of the time, but there’s usually at least a day every fortnight or so where we would be able to work together. We can go through all of the aspects of what could happen” Lady Amelia said to me.
“Well, I’d definitely appreciate that” I agreed. “I’ve got no illusions about making a career of it, or even being a regular fighter. It’s just about not being a liability if it ends up going that way really” I said. “This business where everyone seems determined I should wear lingerie to fight in confuses me as well” I admitted. “What’s that all about?” I asked her.
“Honestly, I don’t really know either” Amelia shrugged. “I know some of the women used to insist on it. My guess is that it’s more about just making you feel a bit uncomfortable out there. The only thing that I can suggest is to kind of embrace it, and get your own rather than having to borrow Emma’s maybe. Something that’s fitted for you will be more comfortable….it might make you more at east” she suggested.
“That actually does make good sense” I had to agree. “Maybe I’ll ask Emma about it” I said.
“No need” Amelia said. “I’ve already spoken to her about the whole thing, not just the fights themselves ahead of us starting our training. Let’s just say that in the past, one of my old jobs involved some whips and occasionally needing to dress a man a little more softly. Let’s not speculate if I met his Lordship in this way” she smirked in a way that very much suggested it had done. “I know of some places to get you something suitable, We’ll work it out” Amelia told me.
“Is there anything you’ve not thought of?” I laughed.
“There is one thing actually” she laughed in return.
“What’s that then?” I asked.
“A towel….I forgot to bring one with me and I need to have a shower before I go home. Don’t suppose I could borrow one…”
* * *
By the time that Emma had returned from training with Jemma and Beth, we were back to talking in the lounge, dressed just as we had been before the match had started.
“So, how did it go?” Emma asked us both with a genuine interest in what had happened in our match.
“Steve did very well for a first match with someone like me Emma” Lady Amelia diplomatically answered. “A few things came up that we’ll work on, but he’s got the right idea in there, and we have a plan to make him get better at it all” she told Emma. “We’re going to look at everything that we discussed, probably try to meet up once a fortnight or so if we can. He’ll be beating me in no time!” she smiled.
“I wouldn’t go that far” I laughed. “You did kind of kick my arse Amelia” I pointed out.
“Only kind of?” she asked in a mock outrage. “Well, I’ll have to see about that next time then!” she laughed.
So while it wasn’t really my first mixed match as such, I finally had gained a little bit of confidence. Not so much in my ability just yet, but in the fact that with the guidance of a woman with Lady Amelia’s experience in mixed fighting, I felt sure that I would at least improve enough to hold my own, should Toni’s cronies get any ideas again. Despite myself, I looked forward to meeting Lady Amelia on the mats again soon.