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Jemma’s Valentine
By Wolfboy
Another step of the plan, and Jemma ventures into the world of adult professional wrestling
“I don’t know Beth, this is kind of the part I’m the least sure about in the plan, and she’s super experienced at this stuff as well. Seems like quite a tough test” Jemma told her girlfriend when the latest part of the plan aimed at building her up to face Toni was floated. It was an honest admittance from Jemma, about her confidence in the style of match suggested.
“She’s a legend of the game babe, that’s the truth. She’s old enough to be your mum, and she’s had literally thousands of matches” Beth agreed. “And that’s exactly the point” she continued. “Think about what you’re going to face in Toni. A woman old enough to be your mum, experienced in lots of styles of fighting, including this business of adult pro wrestling. That’s why taking on someone like this makes so much sense” Beth told her.
“But if she’s a legend, and I did literally one match in this years ago now” Jemma asked, “then how do I get to have a match with her?”
“A very good question my dear” Beth smiled. “Part of why she’s such a revered figure is because she does these tours around small local venues, taking on local talent. New ones. Even girls she just bumped in to on the way to the venue sometimes. And she always gets a great match out of them regardless. It’s a rare skill” Beth told Jemma.
“So you’re telling me she’s a great teacher in the ring?” Jemma asked now.
“Not exactly...she’s going to do everything she can to hurt you, get you turned on, tire you out and beat you. But for every bit of her ability, she’s also vulnerable. It’s a real balance with her. Her best assets are also her biggest liabilities at times. That kind of thing. More than once, she and a tag partner have been trying to force an orgasm out of an opponent, and they’ve ended up just making each other cum!” Beth exclaimed.
“She does sounds fascinating” Jemma agreed. “But still, how do I get to have a match with her?” she asked again.
“Don’t you worry about that” Beth told her. “She’s touring the UK at the moment, and her tour is bringing her to Leicester. A small hall with a little crowd. And you, my little firecracker, are already signed up to take her on in the main event!” she told her girlfriend.
“Oh wow….well, great work honey!” Jemma laughed. “And when exactly is this taking place?” she enquired now.
“Tomorrow night….you’ve got plenty of time to prepare for it!” Beth laughed.
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A day was more than long enough for Jemma to prepare though in fairness. She’d watched a couple of videos of her opponent in action, learning some of the moves and tendencies of the legendary Luscious Lesa Valentine. She liked what she saw of her too. The woman could very clearly wrestle, but she was also a smorgasbord of curves and sex appeal with added glitter. A lot of glitter. She’d found that she was looking forward to taking her on in the main even of the show, which was perhaps as well as she waited in the ring now, ready to wrestle, with Beth currently at her side on the apron. Jemma had attracted no real interest from the adult pro crowd, certainly not with her name anyway. Her body had attracted a few more interested looks, not least amongst those members of the VIP section at ringside who knew that there was a good chance of them getting their hands on at least one wrestler during the evening.
Stood in the blue corner of the ring, Jemma looked the part of the professional wrestler, albeit a barefoot one. She’d never been a big fan of fighting in boots, and saw no need for them here. She was resplendent in the tiniest pair of aquamarine hotpants, teamed with a bright coral pink sports bra. Both garments had a sheen to them thanks to Beth who had prepared her girlfriend’s outfit and had chosen something that would catch the lights. The pink sports bra was a good size too small as well, forcing Jemma’s breasts up and together to create a magnificent cleavage. That was down to Beth too who had told Jemma “she’s got great tits babe, so we don’t want you being overshadowed by her!” when she’d questioned the sizing. Finally, her nails were nicely painted in a matching aquamarine shade, and while her makeup was fairly light, it was enhanced by Beth’s liberal application of a glitter spray. That glitter caught the ring lights now as she waited there for her opponent to appear. Music started up in the hall, the small but very enthusiastic crowd starting to clap along with the entrance music of the American adult pro superstar. Jemma didn’t know the song, but even she couldn’t help but want to dance along to the music that played for a good minute, before a cheer from the crowd signalled the entrance of the glamorous and curvaceous redhead. She was, Jemma could see, accompanied by a younger redhead to the ring, equally glamorous, almost as curvy, and wearing skimpy gold wrestling gear to ringside. “You’re a bit overdressed babe!” Jemma had chance to laugh to Beth who had worn a red and black jumpsuit to ringside, before the bell chimed and the ring announcer cleared her throat to begin the introductions.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! This adult pro contest is set for six four minute rounds of wrestling with all rounds wrestled. A round will end if a pin or submission or knockout is scored. There are no disqualifications or count outs for being outside the ring. First of all in the ring, from Staffordshire, at 5 feet 7 inches tall, 153lbs and with the 36D tits, this is Jemma!” the announcer finished, allowing a degree of polite applause from the crowd. The bell chimed twice again but it made little difference to the focus of the eyes in the room, all of which were on the American redhead who danced and cavorted down the entrance way, inviting the groping hands of the crowd that lined it, the extent that the younger redhead accompanying her had already had to pull her out of their clutches twice, laughing as she did so. “Her opponent, is accompanied to the ring by her daughter and international adult wrestling star, the Infamous Mimi Valentine. She hails from Galway, Ireland, via Texas, South Dakota and the world! At 5 feet 3 inches tall, weighing 162lbs, with the most sensational tits in adult pro….this is THE GALWAY GLITTERMOM, LUSCIOUS LESA VALENTINE!” the announcer finished. Lesa Valentine was still not near to the ring, her progress thwarted by the adoring and groping arms of her many admirers in the crowd. Jemma smiled, and leaned in her corner, realising it was going be some little while still before the match was going to get underway.
As Lesa neared the ring, Jemma could take in the full appearance of this American star now. Her entire outfit glittered, shining beneath the lights of this small auditorium, glinting with each movement of her body. Her toe nails were resplendent in shimmering emerald green and gold nail varnish, then she had ankle bands in the colours of the Irish flag, which glittered too of course. Shimmering tights, footless for she loved to wrestle barefoot, encasing thick powerful legs, as they passed beneath her shimmering green knee pads, controlling the way her legs jiggled with her every move. Then her trunks, glittering emerald green, thong backed, it was evident as she turned her back to the ring for a moment; at least Jemma assumed that they were thong backed, because the back of her trunks already seemed to have been swallowed up by her impressive ass. She had a dangling belly button piercing, an emerald on a small golden chain that caught the light, before everyone couldn’t help but be drawn further north to those sensational tits as the announcer had described them. They were held in place, just about, by a glittering emerald green sports bra that truly strained to hold them; the effect very similar to that which Beth had gone for with Jemma’s tiny sports bra, just bigger and even more impressive. On her wrists were bands that matched those at her ankles, and on her cheek, three little glittering shamrocks were painted amongst her flawless makeup. Finally, she had twin pigtails in her flame red hair; very long loose pigtails that both reached to her waist. The catfighter in Jemma eyed that with interest; it may not have been a catfight, but the hair was definitely considered fair game as a target in adult professional wrestling!
Finally, the Galway Glittermom had managed to extricate herself from her adoring public. Luscious Lesa Valentine had entered the ring, the gold clad Infamous Mimi Valentine holding the ring ropes open for her mother to enter, slowly under the middle rope. Only now did Jemma really start to get interested in things, thinking that the match may be about to start. Not quite, now Lesa and Mimi made a beeline straight for their corner, but not to fight, even as Jemma tensed, expecting the jump start to the match. “Easy sugar…..I’m a glitter girl, we don’t do that kind of stuff” Lesa smiled as she offered a handshake to Jemma, though she kept a hold of that hand and kissed Jemma on it, for just long enough to make Jemma a tiny bit uncomfortable, while Mimi checked Beth out, declared her to be “overdressed, but cute” and kissed her cheek as Beth fanned herself theatrically. Then Lesa gave Jemma’s ass a quick smack, and turned, heading back for her own corner with Mimi following on, just casting a glance over her shoulder at Beth.
“Seems friendly enough” Jemma managed, while Beth looked just a tiny bit distracted by her brief encounter with the Infamous Mimi Valentine, leaving Jemma to wonder just what it was that she was Infamous for.
“SECONDS OUT….ROUND ONE!” the announcer said now, wanting to get the match started following the lengthy entrance of the Glittermom. The bell rang even as the seconds in Mimi and Beth were still lurking in the ring. Jemma gave Beth a kiss, Lesa patted Mimi on the ass as she went through the ropes to the outside, and the first of six rounds of wrestling was finally underway with the two contrasting barefoot redheads circling each other slowly. Jemma moved lightly, a certain athletic grace about her steps, but Lesa, despite being curvier, thicker set beneath those curves was no slouch in that department either. Slowly the circling brought them together, with a collar and elbow tie up, and the subsequent effort, straining against each other to move them back to the ropes. Neither succeeded; when Jemma’s height looked significant, Lesa set her feet and pushed her back. Then the two kind of shrugged each other off, an appraising look on both faces, as the circling began again, closing in on another lock-up.
It was on this lock up that Jemma got her first inkling of what being in there with such an experienced woman was like. Lesa gave no indication of a change of plan though, up until the point where she demonstrated her speed and fleet footedness to arm drag Jemma to the mat. “Woooaahhh!” Jemma managed to exclaim as she slid to a halt in the corner of her rival, and she barely had her senses about her before she was back in the clutches of her opponent. The small ring helped Lesa to close the distance quickly so that when Jemma rose it was briefly, controlled by her own long red hair until she was taken up and over with a hair mare throw. Still her hand didn’t leave Jemma’s hair as she was brought most of the way back up before being flipped in a second hair mare, that landed Jemma in a seated position. That was clearly to Lesa Valentine’s liking. As Mimi cheered on “GO MOM!”, she hit the ropes in front of Jemma before coming in with a little hop step before she flung herself at Jemma with what could only be described as a low cross body block. However the move was to be described, it was effective, bowling Jemma on to her back with a gasp while Lesa smoothly snagged a leg and looked for an early pin. She got a count of two, a long two at that, before Jemma remembered that three second pins were a thing in adult pro and squirmed a shoulder clear. “Shit!” she moaned as Lesa went to the hair again though, getting her seated, before getting in tight behind her and clamping on a reverse chinlock. The powerful arms of the Glittermom worked Jemma’s head left and right as her tight embrace got even tighter, making sure that Jemma felt all of those curves, and especially those magnificent tits, pressing tightly into her back.
“You sure that wasn’t a three ref?” she challenged the referee as her arms just mangled into Jemma’s cheeks a little and the young redhead moaned lightly.
“It was two, her shoulder was up!” the referee confirmed.
“Y’all count slow over here!” Lesa told him, but she was smiling, especially as she cranked her arms and Jemma moaned again. “You in pain sugar, or do you just like having the Glittermom’s tits in your back?” she teased Jemma lightly.
“Yes” Jemma muttered almost beneath her breath in answer; both of those things were true after all. Lesa Valentine smirked again, knowing it was often that way with the local competitor, but she sensed that there was something a little more about Jemma who was trying to turn into the hold and get to her feet.
“Up you come then if you insist” Lesa told her quietly, using the hair to steer Jemma into a side headlock. Almost half of this first round had passed in a blur, but pulled into a headlock like this, Jemma knew what to do, and the pace was about to pick up. A forearm to the ribs just eased the tight headlock from the Glittermom before Jemma backed her to the ropes and shot her off to the opposite side of the ring. The small ring gave her less time to set herself for the shuddering impact at centre ring, but she was able to withstand it with both women still on their feet. It was the instinct of the more experienced woman that reacted quicker to the situation, a bare foot snapping out to catch Jemma before she backed her up to the ropes and fired her off to the opposite side. More used to the small ring, Lesa got into place quickly, standing just a step to the side of Jemma’s trajectory. As the surprised redhead ran past her older opponent then, a smack and push on her ass sent her into the ropes again with a renewed impetus. Ten times, Lesa repeated that move, the simple little smack shove combo seeming to totally control Jemma’s ability to stop running completely. The crowd cheered their approval of the tactic as the Glittermom simply ran the newcomer ragged for a moment or two, then she finally arrested Jemma’s progress with a handful of hotpants. Jemma was breathing hard, “Take a moment sugar, there’s no rush” Lesa told her quietly now. Jemma leaned over, hands on knees; the Glittermom struck with Jemma’s first inkling of the attack coming as a green knee pad came into view, just before a big knee lift to the tits struck home. Jemma was on her back, the glamorous Glittermom, the (adopted) fighting pride of Galway hit the ropes, did that cute little half hop step again, and launched herself, arms outstretched into a flying splash.
For the second time in the round, Jemma groaned then as 162lbs of flying Glittermom landed across her body. Smoothly, Lesa Valentine took the pinning position again, desperately Jemma squirmed free again following the count of two while Lesa cast an accusing eye of suspicion at the referee. It was left to Mimi, just shinning up to the apron and pulling on the middle rope to voice the feeling this time. “Come on referee, count faster damn it!” she chastised, because Lesa was a little busy this time, using the hair to force Jemma to a partly seated position, before lip locking her and sliding a hand beneath her tight sports bra to play with her tits sensually. A raised eyebrow from Lesa showed that she’d learned quickly that this one kissed back, passionately at that. Neither woman was perturbed by the hold in fact, Jemma forcing her way up to a position where she could get her hand inside Lesa’s top as well. There she found, and played expertly with, a predictably stiff nipple; there was no question that Lesa was a highly sexually charged wrestler. Jemma felt her shudder just a little to her touch, then used the hand beneath Lesa’s top to roll her to her back, never once breaking off the lip lock. It was a pin, though she earned a count of barely one before Lesa was free, and rolled away to her knees. Jemma did the same, and both looked at each other from that position before they got back up.
There was time for one brief exchange now before the first round would end. As they locked up again, Lesa pulled Jemma straight into a side headlock and flicked her over her hip to the mat, looking to grind on the redhead down there with the hold. Face pressed in close to one of the more impressive pairs of breasts in the adult pro game, Jemma countered quickly, using the exceptionally long hair of Lesa Valentine to pull her into a side head scissors. There was just time for Lesa to groan theatrically as she felt Jemma’s power for the first time really, and then the bell rang, forcing the break and getting the two apart back to their corners and their attentive corner women. They sat on stools placed inside the ring, looking over at each other evenly as they took in the advice given to them, and then the bell rang and it was back to the action as the announcer informed “seconds out…..ROUND TWO!”
Round two would be a different proposition altogether for Jemma now. Lesa Valentine had used the first round to feel out what the ravishing redhead had to offer, and the answer was many things. But it stood out to Lesa that the one thing Jemma wasn’t was a professional wrestler. With that in mind, the second fall began in a real blur for Jemma as a lock up became a side headlock in an instant before Lesa cranked that hold once and then took the chance to continue her train of moves into a hammerlock. This was something Jemma knew quite well at least and she looked to reverse the hammerlock into one of her own on Lesa, pinning her arm up her back. “Very good…” Lesa smiled as she found herself trapped for what felt like the millionth time in her illustrious career in such a move. That meant that of course, she knew many ways to escape it. Here she did it simply by thrusting her butt back to wind Jemma as it crashed into her body. “OOOFFF!” Jemma moaned, as Lesa teased her “what? Didn’t you expect that?” before reversing back into her own hammerlock, then she cracked a stinging smack across Jemma’s butt, and used a drop toe hold from behind to trip Jemma to the ring canvas face first. Lesa showed her technically ability now, still having Jemma’s leg trapped between hers as she rolled up the redhead’s body to fold her leg a little painfully. Of course she grabbed Jemma’s hair, because she could, and it gave her the chance to add a little pain to the mix while at the same time, she showed her sensual nature as an adult pro wrestler, as her other hand stroked and pawed at Jemma’s face gently.
Here, it worked for her as it so often did, becalming a feisty opponent who found herself getting teased by the sensual nature of her work for a moment before Lesa peeled Jemma off the canvas, using her hair and a hand gripping the back of her tight pink sports bra to control her. Jemma was hoisted up as easily as she could ever remember, straight into to a body slam at the centre of the ring as the Glittermom showed her power. Lesa wasted no time, hitting the ropes, and there it was again, the cute little half step jump before landing across Jemma with another splash. She hooked the leg, and once again found herself frustrated as Jemma just wriggled a shoulder up at the count of two and a half.
“Goddammit ref...that was definitely three!” the Glittermom exclaimed, but there was a smile on her face now as she berated the poor referee again. She knew that she had her girl winded and in a heap of trouble in a match style that she was unfamiliar with. Lesa Valentine went to Jemma’s hair, pulled her to her feet, and with a double handed shove to the chest, sent her into the corner against the turnbuckles. Jemma was just about contemplating coming out of the corner when she was struck with a blow of the utmost grace and style; it was the famous Valentine pirouette chop that lashed her breasts with a rare ferocity. All Jemma had seen was almost a whirlwind of graceful glittering green approaching, and then the pain had registered for her just before the Glittermom was all over her in the corner. Hands under Jemma’s bra, firmly gripping her breasts, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she threatened that she might try to milk Jemma, and then Lesa started to simply grind her body into her sensually in the corner. The crowd were lapping it up as Mimi whooped in approval on the outside while her mother used her world renowned ‘bump and grind’ move in the corner to completely fluster her bemused young opponent. The real kicker in the move came in right at the end, making some wonder if the move might have been better names the grind and bump. Just as Jemma neared a sensory overload and her body began to almost shake with the power of an orgasm about to crash through her, Lesa struck. A hand out from beneath Jemma’s top stroked her face invitingly, just drawing the redhead towards a kiss she expected from the Glittermom, before she turned, hair flying as it whipped across Jemma’s face and masked the way she thrust her butt back with force into Jemma’s body. This was a harsh winding blow for Jemma, doubling her forwards, and wight into the sights of the barefoot Glittermom who hit the ropes and promptly took Jemma to the canvas with a perfectly executed spinning neck breaker.
Beth knew that it was big trouble for her girlfriend as she stayed down long enough for the coup de grace to be be applied by Lesa with a reverse folding facesit. A pin doubly effective against a woman used to having to ride out the face sit and not submit; with Lesa Valentine sat heavily on her face, Jemma looked to conserve her energy and her breath. The referees hand had slapped the canvas for the third time before she’d even contemplated the thought of escaping; she was pinned and the first fall of the contest had going firmly in the direction of the Glittermom. Lesa exclaimed “all of you British girls are the same! A hottie sits on your face and you forget to fight!” as she got up and returned to her corner. She high fived Mimi, then both twirled and smacked each other’s asses before Lesa sat on her stool and Jemma got herself up to head back to her corner.
“Ladies and gentlemen, after three minutes and twenty seconds of round number two, the first fall by folding face sit pin goes to the Galway Glittermom, Luscious Lesa Valentine!” the announcer informed the crowd to a good cheer, while Jemma took her seat on the stool in her corner. Beth was her usual calm self, though Jemma was just a tiny bit entranced looking at Lesa across the ring, who in turn didn’t break eye contact with her, at least until Beth stepped between them. “Eyes on me Jemma….not her for a moment!” she laughed, pulling her girlfriend back from her momentary reverie.
“But she’s so….”Jemma told Beth.
“I know. She’s good and she really knows how to use those curves as a distraction and a weapon too” Beth admitted. “But she’s not a fighter and you are. You can’t out wrestle her Jem, but you might just be able to outfight her. And you’re allowed to, so take it to her in your style this round if you can” she instructed her girlfriend.
“Ohhh….I didn’t think I was allowed to be a catfighter?” Jemma asked,
“It’s 100% competitive babe, and there’s hardly any rules. You can do pretty well what you want in there, nobody is going to disqualify you for being catty!” Beth told her.
“Oh right, well that’s a plan then!” Jemma agreed as she announcer instructed “Seconds out…..ROUND THREE!”
The Glittermom was up and making a beeline across the ring towards Jemma, thinking she might be able to get to Jemma before she’d even got off her stool, but Jemma was up quickly too, circling away to the left out of her corner so that Lesa had to reevaluate her plans. Then Jemma stopped, raised her right hand, and challenged the experienced star of adult professional wrestling to a test of strength.
“Oh...cute move sugar” Lesa smirked, moving in slowly and flexing the fingers of her left hand as she prepared to meet the challenge, confident in her ability to match strength with Jemma, then use her luxurious curves to distract her again. A good plan, but as their finger tips touched first, then their fingers started to interlock, each giving the pretence of searching for the best grip, Jemma struck with a surprise snap kick to the body. It wasn’t a hard kick, wasn’t going to keep someone like the Glittermom in trouble for long, but it doubled her up a little for a knee lift to the tits from Jemma to straighten her up. Jemma was on a roll for the moment, and delivered a European style uppercut, setting Lesa’s breasts swinging in her gamely holding on sports bra on it’s way to her jaw. Lesa was rocked; Mimi was up on the apron immediately then to protest “HEY REF! SHE CAN’T DO THAT TO HER!”
“She can” the ref pointed out, though Mimi continued to smoulder with indignation on the ring apron as Jemma got her mother to her knees and pushed her throat first on to the middle rope to choke her. Two things surprised Jemma now. One being that the crowd, despite their love of Lesa, didn’t jeer her for her attack here. It was evident that they just wanted to see an exciting match. The other was more noticeable close up to her, but as soon as Lesa’s throat was on the ropes, there was something of a change in her demeanour. The Glittermom, Jemma realised, amongst her many facets and quirks was a woman turned on by being choked. Useful information that was largely confirmed for her by the sudden look of concern on Mimi’s face as she got down off the apron and hurried round the ring to encourage Lesa “C’MON MOM…..YOU’VE GOTTA FIGHT OUT OF IT!”
“She’s a bit busy just now” Jemma smiled at the smouldering gold clad wrestler on the floor, who realised that there was little more that she could do just now, other than to encourage her mother. Meanwhile Lesa just moaned “Ooohhh…..mnnffff….no...you. No, no!”, trying to deny that she might be going to orgasm quickly there on the ropes. “Dark green was a good choice of colour…..Glittermommy” Jemma cooed now, referencing the fact that the orgasm she’s suffered during the bump and grind had been pretty evident to all given the colour of her aquamarine hotpants. The way Jemma had called her mommy though? That sent another shudder through the curvaceous body of Lesa Valentine; she was in the deepest of trouble suddenly from the outset of the round. Mimi Valentine on the outside looked into the anguished eyes of her mother, and looked away. There was no outrage in her eyes, no disappointment in her thoughts; she just knew she had to do something to try and help wrest back the advantage for her mother. It was too late to save the orgasm though, as Jemma showed an experience beyond her years to lean in and lick the side of Lesa’s face, slowly and suggestively, and the Glittermom howled loudly as she suffered, or was that enjoyed, an orgasm on the ropes? Either way, she wasn’t there for much longer as Jemma jerked the ropes to send Lesa sprawling out towards the centre of the ring. As soon as Lesa stopped moving, Jemma sprung off the bottom rope to land on the Glittermom and she discovered another thing about the superstar wrestler; she was almost impossible to pin as her attempt earned barely more than a one count.
Only as she went back to the hair to pull Lesa back up did she realise where Mimi had gone to. The infamous redhead was over in the corner with Beth, stroking the blonde’s hair as she asked her “So sweetie...what’re you doing this evening?”
“HEY!” Jemma called across the ring to the corner, seeing Mimi over there, but Beth just smiled at her girlfriend, telling her that she had the situation under control still. Jemma turned back to Lesa to find the in ring situation wasn’t quite so under control with the older redhead lunging to catch her younger counterpart with a headbutt to the belly from her knees. Jemma was a little taken aback, but she took control again then as Lesa lunched again, deftly stepping back so that Lesa’s second attempt floundered on thin air before she reeled the older wrestler into a front headlock to bring her to her feet. It gave Jemma the control to lift Lesa and slam her with a degree of authority in the centre of the small ring. Already, Jemma had established it wasn’t going to be easy to pin Lesa. She doubted if it was even possibly, and while Mimi tried to seduce Beth at the same time as Beth gamely tried to counter seduce Mimi, Jemma set about trying to make her opponent submit instead
An elbow drop landed across the small of Lesa’s back down on the canvas now, and in quick time, Jemma had Lesa Valentine trapped in a pretty passable camel clutch. A hand in Lesa’s hair helped her pull her back into the hold, and then she clasped her hands beneath the redhead’s chin, securing the hold and putting the Galway Glittermom in a world of pain. “Go on….submit!” Jemma implored her as she felt Lesa’s fingers trying to pull at her clasped hands now.
“OH SHIT….NO! NO WAY…..UH-UH…..SHIT!” Lesa bemoaned loudly, finally alerting Mimi to the fact that she was still in trouble in the ring. “Gotta go sweetie….later” she cooed to Beth, stroking her arm as she turned to round the corner of the ring and implore her mother to look for the ropes, as if that would actually lead to a break in adult professional wrestling. Instead though, she was completely folded by a thunderous clothesline from a burly looking member of ring side security, sending her crashing to the sparsely padded floor on the outside. As the crowd gasped in surprise at that, and Beth started to move in that direction to see what had happened to Mimi, a smaller member of ring side security gave her a shove from behind, sending her reeling into the ring post. That sent Beth to the floor, every bit as stunned as Mimi had been mere seconds earlier. Through it all, Jemma had kept Lesa locked in the torturous camel clutch, with the experienced adult wrestler steadfast in her refusal to submit. Only now, as a third member of security grabbed the ref and threw him from the ring as well did Jemma realise that there was a problem here. She cast a quick glance at the three security guards about to join a fourth member in the ring, and knew instantly who they were. No amount of hats, sunglasses and fake venue security outfits were going to disguise this quartet of jackals that had her surrounded.
“Get up….quick. We’ve got a problem!” she told Lesa, releasing her from the camel clutch and pulling her up quickly. This may have been her opponent moments earlier, but as Toni, Paislee, Annabelle and Claire circled them, with Beth and Mimi out for the count just now, Jemma knew instinctively that she and Lesa were going to have to try and work together against the quadruple pincer movement closing in on them.
“Well sure we do sugar….friends of yours?” Lesa asked, turning to stand back to back with Jemma so their eyes at least covered all parts of the ring in preparation for the onslaught that was sure to come.
“Yeah, something like that. Four devious bitches…” Jemma allowed as Toni signalled and the four woman all started to close in from their opposite corners of the ring. It was an impossible situation. Toni and Claire honed in on Jemma, the little and large duo of Annabelle and Paislee had their sights set on Lesa, and after the Glittermom yelled out “MIMI HONEY…..GET YOUR CUTE ASS UP AND HELP US OUT HERE!”, the attack was on.
Toni and Claire sniped at Jemma, closing in and then backing off from her kicks, only to allow the other to close in on her, scratching and hitting at her, their behaviours not unlike that of a pack of hyenas with a tired and injured prey. Lesa of course focussed on Paislee, the powerful 200 pounder who was, by clear definition, the biggest threat in the ring, fending her off with a solid kick to the body only to find the petite wildcat Annabelle simply launching herself on to Lesa’s back to rake her eyes. The demise of the wailing Glittermom had begun then even before Paislee dropped her with a big boot to the side of the face. Dropped to the canvas, on her knees, ass touching the canvas between her shiny nylon clad calves, Lesa Valentine gazed listlessly into space as Paislee watched her for a moment, then put her flat out with a second big boot. Toni and Claire were still sniping at Jemma, but free from her duties with Lesa now, Annabelle quickly solved that problem for them, dropping to her knees and nailing Jemma with a low blow uppercut from behind. Jemma dropped to her knees, clutching at her womanhood with a look of pure pain and surprise on her face. As Toni told her friend “great assist Annie!”, Claire simply drove a knee into the chest of the redhead, straight between her tits, and now both participants in the match had been laid out by the assault. It was time for Toni to start calling the shots.
“Paislee, get those two bitches in here as well!” she began, sending the enforcer of the group out to roll Mimi and Beth into the ring. “Remember, the ginger bitch is our main target….then her geeky girlfriend. We’ll neutralise the other two first, and then the VIP section can look after them for us” she finished. Annabelle certainly needed no instruction, noting that Mimi was starting to stir having been rolled back in to the ring, and she descended on the gold clad wrestler, using the hair to introduce her face to the canvas multiple times until she was a listless wreck again. Then she helped her up and threw her to Toni, cheerfully telling her “here you go boss”.
Toni wasted no time in tucking the young wrestler’s head between her thighs, then locking her hands in her crotch to lift her and drop her straight on to her head with her new and very impressive Gotch piledriver. Mimi just lay, almost lifeless on the canvas after taking it, other than the occasional twitch of an arm or leg to show that her brain was still receiving signals, no matter how addled they were at this time. “Keep that one in the corner for now” Toni told Paislee who had Beth well and truly in her grasp as she steered the dazed blonde towards the corner and leaned her against the turnbuckles. Beth was no threat to the group just now, trapped as she was behind the big buxom blonde. Lesa Valentine was next up for Toni’s piledriver, though she was a less compliant victim than her daughter, the Infamous Mimi Valentine had been, pushing and hitting at Annabelle as she tried to corral the 162lb wrestler; a task too far for the 105lb Annabelle no matter her level of enthusiasm for it. But Lesa’s arms were pulled back by Claire from behind and Annabelle slapped her face angrily, having been pushed away moments earlier, and the Glittermom was subdued as she found her head between Toni’s thighs, the tough Texan’s hands locked in her crotch, and her head drilled into the canvas by the devastating Gotch piledriver. Now she flopped dramatically to her back, moaning loudly but not moving other than the way her right leg moved in unison with her daughters.
“Get them into the crowd!” Toni ordered now, with Claire and Paislee taking up that task, leaving Annabelle to police Beth in the corner, something she did with a wicked right hand delivered just under the tits to sap Beth of any immediate will to fight. Jemma tried desperately to get up and help her girlfriend, but barely made it to all fours before Toni levelled her with an elbow drop around the back of the head. That had Jemma seeing stars even before the tough Texan repeated the dose and left her flat out on her face at the centre of the ring. “And this one thinks that she can challenge me!” Toni scoffed out loud to a now much more animated crowd, thanks to the fact that two of the hottest stars in the world of adult professional wrestling had been bundled over the ringside barrier in amongst them! While the hands of the VIP section wandered searchingly across the curves of the mother and daughter duo, Annabelle’s did the same to Beth as she ripped the front of her jumpsuit to reveal that Jemma’s girlfriend didn’t wear a bra beneath it. The cooler air of the arena stiffened her nipples quickly, or was it the touch of Annabelle’s hands, firmly kneading the blonde’s breasts just before she delivered a cruel knee lift to the crotch? Either way, as Beth groaned from that impact, it was quite evident that she was no help to Jemma either.
And now, Jemma was surrounded. Toni was in front of her, drawing her focus as she tried to struggle to her knees again, but Paislee and Claire flanked her, waiting to pounce should Jemma attack. A helpless situation, Jemma knew, her head hanging down as she surveyed the canvas, looking like she was resigned to it. “That’s right, you little ginger bitch….stay down….you can’t fight us!” Toni warned her. Jemma made no move, seemingly accepting of he fact, but then her face hardened in defiance. “FUCK….YOU!” she snapped angrily, lunging for Toni, only to find that even as she tackled the Texan to the canvas, that there were two other sets of hands on her, restraining her, then beating her down to the canvas mercilessly in a flurry of blows. Boos started to come from more quarters of the arena, but not so much the VIP section who were having the time of their lives, making the Valentine ladies moan in pleasure as their hands explored their curves further, heading under tops and tights to tease and caress both women closer and closer to orgasm. It soon wouldn’t be just hands that were being used on the redheaded wrestlers if the sounds of zippers being pulled down was anything to go by. Yet both women also had smiles on their faces; experienced in the real roots of adult pro, they were not unused to such treatment after all. It was almost a networking opportunity for them, even if it might end with them getting fucked over the ringside guardrail.
In the ring, Jemma would feel no such pleasure now as Claire pulled her up, pushed her to Paislee, and watched as the blonde powerhouse scooped her up and body slammed her heavily in the middle of the ring. Claire had watched closely for one reason alone; even as Jemma’s hips rose from the mat, she was ready to punish her with a heavy boot to the belly. Jemma gagged for breath, trying to roll away into a corner, hoping to just clutch at herself until the sickening feeling in her body eased. The numbers game ensured she wouldn’t get the chance as Toni was cruelly in the hair of the redhead, pulling her to her feet, before signalling to Annabelle to move out from in front of Beth. The little blonde did that just in time as Toni ferociously whipped Jemma into that same corner with authority, using Jemma’s body as a means to hurt her own girlfriend. It was effective as Beth, topless, sagged back into the ropes, and was hastily double leg trapped as Annabelle moved back into the corner. Beth was back out of the game again now, if she had ever been back in it, and Toni moved in to complete her decimation of Jemma. It was all about sending a message to a potential rival, one way or another, as she allowed Paislee and Claire to enjoy themselves a little longer, beating on Jemma as she addressed the crowd.
Over the chorus of boos, and the howls of pleasure from the VIP section as Lesa and Mimi were getting fucked, she laughed “OH SPARE ME….DID WE RUIN YOUR MAIN EVENT?”. Then she continued, “well we just needed to remind this one” as she indicated Jemma, “that she’s just a little girl who shouldn’t be getting herself mixed up with real women like us! Now” she said as she crowd jeered her loudly again. “NOW” Toni shouted now, straining to be heard over the cacophony in the small arena. “WE’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU IDIOTS SOON ENOUGH. THE TEAM OF THE BUSINESS CLASS BITCH, ANNABELLE, THE OHIO OGRE PAISLEE, AND OF COURSE MYSELF, THE DALLAS DESTROYER, WILL FIGHT ANY TEAM PREPARED TO STEP UP ON THE NEXT SHOW” she finished. Now that saw a mixture of emotions in the arena, where many were still annoyed at how this had gone down, but now there was also interest to see what a team including a former world champion might have to offer.
Then Toni signalled to Paislee and Claire that she was ready, and they sent a beleaguered Jemma in her direction. A kick with the toe of her boot caught Jemma in the belly, folding her forward. Toni stepped forward too, trapping Jemma’s head between her thighs. Now there was extra humiliation for Jemma whose aquamarine hotpants were pushed down to expose her crotch by Toni. The Texan’s fingers played sensually in Jemma’s womanhood for the briefest of moments, just enough to draw a whimper of pleasure from her. Then Toni locked her hands even as she called Jemma a little slut, and Jemma was punished with the devastating Gotch piledriver by the tough Texan.
Only now did some sort of semblance of order start to be restored to the arena. Security in the form of real security, bolstered by a handful of wrestlers heading to the ring. Toni and her crew had no interest in that fight for today as they rolled out of the ring and skulked away through the crowd. They had made their point after all, leaving four women in various states of disarray.
Beth was freed from the ropes, and rushed to Jemma’s side as she was helped up to imp more than a little groggily towards the back. Both Valentines’ were rescued from the VIP section as well, although some members of the crowd would claim both had almost immediately tried to climb back in there, before they were finally led away. And then something of a quiet fell, a hushed sound of conversation as the crowd left, trying to process just what had unfolded in front of them.
After visits to the backstage medics, Jemma, Beth, Lesa and Mimi were all declared to be largely OK, short of a few bumps and bruises and some sore heads. After a few minutes, still wearing her wrestling gear, Jemma had taken Beth by the hand and led her in search of Lesa and Mimi backstage. She’d found the glamorous duo just in time, with both just about to leave the arena, one on each arm of a member of the VIP Section.
“I’m really sorry you both got caught up in my shit with that bitch!” Jemma apologised to them both.
“That?” Lesa smiled. “Happens all the time to us. Don’t worry about it. I’m just disappointed because I was enjoying our little rassle, sugar!”
“I was too...and they shouldn’t have gone for you both!” Jemma agreed.
“Well, it’s done now” Mimi chipped in. “And I didn’t even get to wrestle!” she huffed theatrically.
“Now that is a shame” Beth smiled. “I’m sure that would be quite something to see!”
“You know it” Mimi smiled, winking at Beth.
“Well, just as long as you’re both OK!” Jemma told them both.
“We’re better than OK” Lesa replied. “You and I are cool. My girl and your girl are cool. So we’re all good. And besides” Lesa smiled, the glint back in her eyes, “we have our next gig...we’re off to wrestle on this gentleman’s super yacht for the summer season, until we go to the Gibraltar oil wrestling open!” she told them.
“Oh wow”” Beth gasped, “that’s so exciting!”
“Isn’t it just!” Mimi agreed, laughing “I can’t wait to rassle on deck in the middle of the ocean”
“But” Lesa said to Jemma, “One bit of advice for you. I don’t think you realise it yet, but that’s one worried woman you know” she said, talking about Toni.
“You really think so?” Jemma asked her.
“I know so. Catfighting is a real one on one thing. I don’t do it, but of course I’ve been around it. I know about it. She’s surrounded herself with henchwomen to do her dirty work. You don’t so that if you’re not worried. So you’re doing something right” Lesa smiled, taking Jemma’s hand for a moment. “Remember that when your time comes sugar’ she finished, kissing Jemma’s hand just as she had done in the ring. Mimi pecked Beth’s cheek, then both walked out of the arena, leaving Beth and Jemma a little dumbfounded.
“Wow” Jemma smiled.
“Wow indeed” Beth agreed. After the events of the day, it was about all that they could manage for now.