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Wrestling With Mum – Preparing To Go On The Road

By Wolfboy

‘Hey Jack’ Cora said to me in front of Dad one afternoon. ‘I think I’ve picked out a couple of possible locations for our road trip in a couple of weeks time. Wanna come and look at them?’ The way she looked at me, I knew very well exactly what she meant. The venues were opponents. The final choice would be made between us it seemed.

We went off to another room to look at Cora’s laptop. The other room of course was her playroom, the one room in the house that Dad never ventured into, so we were guaranteed a few minutes in private to decide at least.

‘So Jack, I’ve picked out three women. They’re all pretty comfortable with the styles of the match, They’re all OK with you watching like you will. And they’re spread out a little around the country’ Cora told me. ‘I’ve never really done it this way before, but I think the logical thing is for you to pick out the one you like, or like the idea of me beating, the most’ she smiled.

‘Sounds good, so take me through who you’ve picked out’ I said to her, wanting to have the information to work from.

‘I will...just bear with me a moment’ Cora said, then she cast the screen of her laptop to the TV that was set up in front of the day bed in the room. ‘Opponent number one is based in Yorkshire’ Cora said. ‘Meet Ellie Taylor’ she smiled as a picture of Ellie appeared on screen. She was dressed to fight it seemed in a white and gold bikini. ‘Now you need to know a little more about me first Jack to help you consider everyone here properly. So you know that I’m 38 years old’ Cora said to me, ‘but age isn’t so important as level of experience in this. I’ve fought for six years properly, and I have something like 40 fights. I’ve won more than I’ve lost, but I do lose sometimes. I’m 5 feet 8 inches and usually around 165lbs, so as far as this goes I’m considered a light heavyweight’ she told me. She wasn’t the slightest bit self conscious that her weight class included the word heavy, if anything she seemed to be quite proud of it. ‘To give you more context, we really have four weight categories. Modelweight is ladies under 120lbs, Middleweight goes up to 160, Light Heavyweight up to 200lbs, then there’s an open category with no upper weight limit. I can drop down to Middleweight easily enough if I have to. And the weight classes aren’t restrictive. You can fight ladies from other categories if both agree to it’ she explained as I nodded, taking this information in. ‘Everyone I’ve looked at for this is in the Light Heavyweight category though. We won’t know their exact weight until the day, just that they’re going to be somewhere between 160 and 200 lbs. So Ellie….five years experience, 42 fights, she’s 5 feet 7 inches. That’s really about all that we know about her at this point’ Cora finished.

‘OK, she looks interesting’ I agreed. ‘She looks to me to be quite strong’ I said, noting her broad shoulders, and generally toned build. ‘I think she’d be a good match’ I said.

‘Good eye…’ Cora smiled. ‘I picked them all because I think that they’re strong enough that I can’t just overpower them. I don’t think that would be so much fun for this fight. I want you to get to see a fight that’s as even as possible’ she said. ‘So, keep Ellie in mind’ Cora told me, ‘and let’s move on to opponent number 2’

I nodded, and Cora typed away on her laptop for a few seconds before bringing up the second woman she’d considered. ‘This is Rochelle’ Cora told me, as I regarded a picture of a finely muscled black woman on the screen now. I considered the image hard in more than one way as the woman on screen wore just a gold thong, or maybe even a g-string. She looked impressive with her flowing jet black hair, highlighted with a deep red colour, and she was standing over a beaten opponent in the picture, her victory pose done with the sole of her bare foot on the woman’s face.

‘Now she’s something else’ I told Cora. ‘She’s kind of like….’

‘Some of those professional wrestlers that you like?’ Cora suggested. There was a glint in her eye. She knew what she was doing.

‘Pretty much’ I agreed.

‘That’s what got her on to my list. She’s a test of course because she can fight, but I also thought her look might well appeal to you’ Cora admitted.

‘She definitely does’ I agreed with her. I wanted to know more about her. ‘So, what do we know about her?’ I asked Cora.

‘Well, she’s only known as Rochelle on the circuit. Doesn’t do many private matches, but she has done a couple. I’ve actually seen her fight once at a club I was at for a match myself, and her style interested me. She’s not really a technical fighter, or as skilful as some are, but she’s tough and she’s insanely fit. She tends to hit hard and outlast opponents from what I’ve seen. The official info says 7 years of experience, 51 fights 5 feet 8 inches just like me. Instinct tells me looking at those thighs and shoulders she might outweigh me by a little. There’s a couple of things I’d have to get agreement with her on, but I don’t think either are problems. She prefers a long time limit, rather than a set number of submissions, and she prefers to fight topless’ Cora said, just raising my level of interest a little more. ‘There’s always some compromise in setting up a private match Jack. I think that if I agree the long time limit stipulation, she’d probably agree to not start the fight topless, which I prefer. And let’s be honest, she can do something about it pretty quickly if she so desires when we get started anyway’ Cora said with a smile on her face.

‘So when you say it wouldn’t start topless, she would be allowed to strip you of your top in the fight then?’ I asked, innocently enough. Remember, I’d only seen one catfight at this point, where other than some ripped stockings, clothing hadn’t really been removed.

‘Sorry Jack, I forget that this is all so new for you. Yes….it’s totally legal to do that. To strip your opponent of every scrap that she’s wearing at the start if you want to. So Rochelle could strip me topless ten seconds after the start, and then there’s no putting back on any item of clothing that’s been removed unless there’s some sort of prior agreement. Once it’s off, it’s off for good’ Cora explained to me.

‘Oh, I didn’t realise that’ I admitted with a smile. ‘So if she can strip you straight away, what’s your thinking behind not liking to start topless Cora?’ I asked.

‘It’s actually a really good question Jack. I know some women prefer to start topless or even naked because they don’t like the sensation of their opponent taking something from them. Then there are others like me that prefer an opponent to have to work for nudity’ she smiled, and then carried on. ‘After all, I think my tits are pretty great. She should have to do something to earn a good look at them, right?’

‘Right!’ I agreed, smiling as I blushed just a little. I couldn’t argue the logic though. ‘So where is Rochelle from?’ I asked. It was the only bit of information that I didn’t have on her yet in comparison to Ellie, even if it was the least important bit of information.

‘She lives just outside London, but her matches in private are always in London. She had a private….sponsor I guess’ Cora said. ‘A woman who likes to watch fights and has a nice set up for it at her home’.

‘Sounds pretty cool’ I said.

‘I think so too Jack, and actually you wouldn’t have to dress up for that one either. The sponsor is fine with a fighter bringing one person with them, whoever they are’ Cora said.

‘I think I’d still like to’ I replied, recalling the way it had heightened my enjoyment of watching her fight on video.

‘I’m sure that would be fine too’ Cora smiled reassuringly. ‘So that’s Ellie and Rochelle. Now on to the last potential opponent’ Cora said, tapping on the keyboard again, until a picture of a tall looking woman in a dress and high heels appeared on the screen. ‘This is Pandora’ Cora told me. ‘The reason I picked her is that she was the first woman to beat me when I started to fight here, so it would be a rematch with her. She’s also the one that I know the most about really as we’ve spoken a few times in the past’ Cora explained. ‘She enjoyed fighting me, I liked the challenge with her. We’ve often talked about rerunning it just for ourselves’ she told me.

I considered the picture of the woman on screen for a moment, and again liked what I saw. The appeal was different than with Rochelle, perhaps less immediate for me, but she was intriguing, giving the look of a glamorous well to do woman, in her evening gown and heels. ‘She looks interesting too’ I decided. ‘So what is there to know about her?’ I asked.

‘The official stuff about her is 16 years of experience, 127 fights, and she’s 6 feet tall’ Cora said. ‘In those heels, I can tell you she’s more like 6 foot 4. She always tries to wear them for any pre match face off if she can to try and intimidate with her height a little. I made the mistake of facing off against her bare foot and she really towered over me’ Cora laughed. ‘Her plan worked a little too I have to admit. I felt like I was going to be fighting a giant at the start!’

‘I can see how that would be a problem. And the unofficial stuff?’ I asked. I knew that there was more with Pandora due to Cora having fought her.

‘Pandora is 51 years old now, and she’s a rich woman from several businesses she set up and sold. She started to fight at the age of 35 for a challenge, and she was as all in with it as she has been with her businesses. She’d a nice person off the mats, but she’s likely the most vicious of the three on them. She’s glamorous looking, but don’t be fooled by it, she’s also tough. Of the three, she’d be the most amenable to any rules and stipulations. I know I’d definitely like to fight her again one day I’m sure of it’ Cora told me.

‘She sounds fascinating’ I agreed. ‘I think I’m between her and Rochelle’ I decided. ‘Do you need me to choose right now?’ I asked Cora.

‘No Jack, you can think about if for a bit. I know it’s a tricky one to work out just like that. I said I’d get back to all three tomorrow. So the way to let me know if your dad is around at the time, is just to refer to the venue for each one. Remember, Ellie is Yorkshire, Rochelle is London, Pandora would be Wales. If you say one of those, it’ll sound just like you’re picking a place for our road trip anyway. Once you’ve decided, let me know, and I’ll get it all set up’ she smiled.

‘Got it mum….I’ll let you know when I’ve thought it through some more’ I agreed. In my mind, I was already between Pandora and Rochelle. Both contrasted well with Cora. Both seemed to offer interesting challenges. Both would be fun to watch fight in their own right. I decided to play some video games, and clear my head of the thoughts. I knew that way, soon enough the thought of which one was the right woman would come to me. A couple of hours of deep contemplation, while playing GTA brought me to my decision. I was intrigued by the prospect of Cora fighting Pandora again, but my heart told me that if I only got to do this once with Cora, then it should be Rochelle who I watched her fight. If a second match was a possibility, then maybe that would be Pandora I thought. So I went off to find Cora talking to my dad in the kitchen, and confidently told her my choice. ‘Mum, I’ve thought it through, and I’d most like to go to London with you I think’ I said.

That’s great Jack’ Cora said, there was a bit of a mischievous smile on her face as she asked me ‘what made you pick London in the end? You seemed quite keen on Wales too?’

Time to think on my feet quickly. I would need to get used to this around Cora, with the fighting, and I realised that this was probably her way of reminding me to be discreet even in plain sight. ‘Well, the place in Wales looked fascinating, very pretty’ I managed, ‘I really wouldn’t mind going there too sometime, but I think London….well, I just think there might be a few more things that I’d really like to see there this time.’

‘Sounds like you gave it plenty of thought Jack. Maybe we will visit Wales another time, but London it is this time. I’ll make the booking tomorrow’ Cora smiled at me, giving me a wink. ‘If we have any trouble getting that place booked in London, are you OK with me moving on to Wales as a second choice?’ she checked.

‘Sounds like a great plan mum!’ I smiled. Our first secret conversation on the matter of fighting in front of dad handled with ease. I didn’t really think about it much more for the next day or so, knowing that Cora might need to do a bit of negotiation on the rules and stipulations with Rochelle or the woman who would be hosting the fight. I knew she’d tell me as soon as she could, which she did late the following evening with a thumbs up to me. Everything was fine, and I’d get to know more the following day, when dad would be out playing golf. That was all good for me.

* * *

It was only a couple of minutes after Dad had left for the day that Cora had sought me out, and taken me through to the play room so that she could tell me all about what was set up.

‘So the good news is that the match with Rochelle is all agreed for the days that we’re going to get away Jack. I had to negotiate a little to be honest with you, but it’s all good to go’ Cora beamed. She was excited by the whole thing I could tell.

‘Well that’s great’ I smiled in return. Rochelle had been my first choice after all. ‘What did you have to get agreed on?’ I asked Cora.

‘First of all the time limit rules as we thought. She would like a 45 minute match with a two minute break after any submission, and an unlimited overtime period if the score is tied after 45 minutes. I’d have preferred best of 3 submissions with her, because the long time limit is definitely her thing, but it is what it is’ she shrugged. ‘And she agreed to a non topless start to the match under two stipulations. The outfits we both wear will be stipulated by her sponsor, and that if we weren’t stripped topless by the twenty minute mark, it would be stipulated at the next break. I imagine she’d going to stipulate outfits that will be gone well before that time anyway, so I agreed. We’ll see exactly what they choose for outfits soon enough’ Cora told me.

‘Wow….thank you for agreeing to it for me’ I said to her. ‘I know you thought that might be the case with the time limit’ I smiled.

‘Private fights always involve a degree of give and take to get agreed’ Cora admitted. ‘I’ve agreed to things I didn’t really want in the past for a fight that I really wanted. There’s nothing too bad in what we’ve agreed’ she said.

‘What will the other rules be?’ I asked her now.

‘Both women will have their corner girl for a start’ Cora smiled. ‘That’s you Jack, just in case you weren’t sure’ she chuckled. ‘You’ll sit with the other woman during the fight, and she’ll help to talk you through it. They’re both thrilled to meet you and help you with this. Then it’ll be pretty good catfight rules after that. No punching or kicking the head. No eye gouging. Anything goes below the neck and may the best woman win’ Cora explained.

‘So a bit like the match I watched you in on the TV here the other day?’ I asked.

‘Exactly that. It just won’t end after on submission’ Cora told me.

‘I see….and they’re OK with me dressing up to be your corner girl’ I asked now.

‘They’re delighted that you want to’ Cora told me with a smile. ‘They’re really comfortable with it. And in a moment, I’m going to get you walking in heels so you’re starting to be ready for it’ Cora told me, a look on her face that suggested she thought this might be interesting. ‘But there was some other news that I should tell you as well first!’ she went on. ‘Pandora is going to fight Ellie who was our third potential opponent….and then I’m going to fight Pandora. We agreed we’ve waited long enough for it, and well, she really wants to meet you too Jack. She’s fascinated and says she’s always wanted to fight for a cross-dresser. So it looks like you’ll be coming there with me as well!’

‘Oh! That’s amazing! She really was a very close second choice to Rochelle for me’ I admitted enthusiastically.

‘I know she was’ Cora said. ‘But Rochelle was built for your tastes better I think. Where Pandora captured your attention was because of the total package with her I suspect. We’ll talk more about it all in time anyway. Rochelle is the immediate concern for us. That and getting you to walk in heels anyway. Grab the tights out of your drawer Jack. I’ll have a rummage through my shoes and boots and we’ll see what we can come up with for you to try.’

‘Sure’ I managed, ‘I’ll put them on’ I told her, grabbing the suntan tights and taking off my jeans, then I considered, and also took off my boxer shorts to slip into the tights. Cora nodded in approval, then came over clutching two pairs of shoes and a pair of boots. In theory we’re the same shoe size Jack but you might find them a bit narrow maybe. We’ll see how you find it, and then if you do need a different size, we’ll get you something a little bit bigger. Try these one first. These are my every day heels. A low heel. Good for a first try’ she said.

I slipped them on and found them comfortable enough. Maybe a little bit of a pinch at the toes, but nothing much. I got to my feet on the fairly chunky two inch heel.

‘Heel then toe Jack. Walk slowly, It’ll make it easier to start with’ Cora said, and she took my hand just to guide me up and down the play room a couple of times. When she saw that I’d got it, she sat down and just watched as I walked a few more lengths of the room on my own.

‘These are OK’ I smiled. ‘It’s actually not so difficult’ I said to her.

‘You almost look like you’ve done it before’ Cora smiled encouragingly. ‘Not bad Jack...not bad at all’. Come and sit down and take a minute before you try the next ones on she said. I sat, kicked the shoes off, and then found Cora pivoting her body so that she could wrap her legs around my body and give me a quick squeeze with a body scissors. I gasped, not in pain, but with a surprised thrill and my cock starting to grow hard inside the soft silky nylon of the tights before she broke off the hold. ‘Just wanted to surprise you Jack….it’s going to be like that for you when I’m fighting I think. And well….you might as well make sure you can walk in heels when you’re turned on, because I think you’re going to be!’ Cora told me.

‘I think you’re right’ I agreed. It had thrilled me to feel Cora’s power like that even for just a brief moment before I put on the next pair of shoes. These had a three and half inch heel, felt a little tighter on the toes, but with a bit of concentration at first, I could do it. Heel and toe...walk slowly; Cora’s words rang in my ears as I did it. Again a few laps, and then I sat on the day bed next to Cora again for a few moments.

‘What colour hair do you want Jack?’ Cora asked me now. I obviously looked a bit confused at the question. ‘I mean for a wig Jack. Your hair is too short to really pass at the moment, and while you can start to grow it out a little, it still won’t be that long in a couple of weeks time. A nice wig will help your look’ she told me.

‘Oh! I see. Well I think something like your hair colour is best mum. That would look good for me too I think?’ I suggested.

‘Good choice!’ she laughed. ‘I’ll see if I can get you one. I think I have an idea which style will suit you. And I think either a long sleeved dress or a skirt and a long sleeved top will work best for you to wear. Anyway, we’ll work on that…..try these boots on’ she said.

Now these I really liked. A four inch stiletto heel in patent black leather, knee high, and as soon as I put them on, I knew that they were perfect for me, even before I’d walked up and down in them. They just felt so comfortable to walk in despite how the higher heel should have meant they were the most difficult maybe. ‘These are the ones I want to wear if I can? They just fit so well!’ I told Cora, even before I’d taken a seat on the day bed.

‘I thought they might be the best ones for you’ Cora agreed. ‘Boots always look good. It’ll mean a shorter skirt or dress, but you’re OK with that?’ she asked.

‘I think so, yeah’ I agreed.

‘Cool’ Cora smiled. ‘So let me think about that. I’ll work out an outfit for you that will look good, I promise. And so my preparation for this match. I’m not really going to wrestle and fight much ahead of it. I want to work on my cardio because it’s going to be long and I don’t want her to outlast me and then have a chance to really wear me out. So we won’t practice together for this. We will before I fight Pandora though because you can help me with things she does. Keep on your guard though...you never know when I might put the scissors on you!’ she laughed.

‘I’ll make sure that I’m ready’ I smirked. She knew that I liked it. So did I.

‘So the only other thing really is to explain what it’s like and what you should and shouldn’t do on the day’ Cora said.

‘Oh yea, that’s a good point’ I agreed. I didn’t exactly know what to expect on the day.

‘A good corner girl should encourage her fighter but not offer tactical advice in the fight. In the breaks, if you’ve spotted anything you can tell me. You can give me water, wipe me down with a towel, help me back to the corner after a submission. You’re not allowed to fix my outfit or hair. Whatever state it’s in it has to stay in. Above all, you shouldn’t interfere. No matter what. If she’s kicking the shit out of me, it’s on me to escape or submit’ Cora explained. ‘That’s about it. You’ll sit with the sponsor who will act as Rochelle’s corner girl during the fight, then just go to the opposite corners in the breaks. She might make small talk about the fight, or fighting in general, so try to go along with it. She knows you’ve not seen lots of fights, so I don’t think that she’ll ask too much about that anyway’ Cora said.

I’d nodded along with the points and agreed with her. ‘I get it. It’s woman to woman when it starts. You’ll deal with your own problems, and I just help you afterwards’ I said.

‘Sounds about right. There will be a ref. If it needs stopping they’ll do it. Otherwise it’s on either of us to submit. If you remember that, it’ll all be fine’ she smiled, our discussions for the day done on the matter. Although we’d steal some short conversations ahead of the trip, and I found myself trapped in her scissor hold a couple of times to my delight, out next chance to really talk in depth about it would be the night before the match when we were in London.