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Wrestling With Mum – The Road Trip

By Wolfboy

Even on the evening before the fight, in our hotel room, I realised that I couldn’t help Cora much with any strategy for the fight. It wasn’t like I’d seen Rochelle fight at all, and to be honest, while I was starting to learn more of Cora’s style, I was hardly an expert. It wasn’t like she knew lots about Rochelle either, and then I got it. I started to understand the thrill she must get from this. ‘It’s the unknown isn’t it?’ I asked her. ‘The unknown element drives the excitement for you I mean.’

She patted my arm gently and smiled. ‘I knew that you’d get it quickly enough. I like to fight Jack. I love the thrill I get from it. And I love that I’m going to be able to share that with you tomorrow. I know a little about her, she knows a little about me. But both of us know nothing really at the same time. It can start slowly because of that sometimes….then when we work each other out more, who knows. It’s thrilling’ she said, a smile on her face that showed me that she really meant it.

‘I see it now’ I admitted. ‘Now we’re here, and I’ve been thinking about how I can help you be ready. And I realised that I don’t know’

‘And I don’t want you to have to worry about that Jack, not this time. Don’t forget, I’ve been doing this alone for six years, so I’m used to this. At least now I have someone here with me. I mean, I still don’t even know what I’m wearing to fight in tomorrow!’ she laughed.

‘You don’t? Haven’t they chosen yet!?’

‘Not that I know of. The sponsor is kindly providing both outfits as you know. In consultation with Rochelle no doubt. I’m sure her intention is that she wants me stripped quickly whatever it is. And then, well’ Cora shrugged gently ‘she’ll have her targets to go after unhindered.’

I knew just what she meant, even having just watched that one short fight. It was intense, anything was open to attack pretty much, and tomorrow that would happen over a much longer period of time. I don’t really know how Cora slept that night, but she did, and she was well rested the following morning. Calm too; it was me that felt like they were in something of a whirlwind in the morning instead. A taxi picked us up and took us across the river to South London, into the borough of Wimbledon, and a large house in a leafy side street. A long tree lines garden at the rear of the property had contained a sizeable summer house. I mean, this summer house was as big as a lot of houses I’d seen, and that was where the fight was going to happen. Inside there, there were two changing areas, with Rochelle already in hers. We wouldn’t see her in person until the time that the match was about to begin. Well that was fine because there was plenty for us to do ahead of the match. Not only was Cora going to need to prepare herself, she would be helping me a little, not with the basics, but a little makeup and the fixing of the wig to make sure it looked right. She did that first, to make sure that I was ready, and then she had time to warm up. By the time she was ready, it was pretty much match time. Only then did she look at what she’d been given to fight in. It was a beautiful outfit as she put it on, but also it was very minimal just as she’d expected. A red g-string, a three quarter cup lace bralette, and a thin red suspender belt attached to sheer red stockings. Cora was in amazing shape. Her cardio work in the build up had only gone to help her with that. She looked stunning to my eyes.

We walked into the main room then, and there was Rochelle on the mats. She looked fantastic too, her outfit pretty much a copy of Cora’s, but in a gold colour. Only her stockings were different, white and in a fine fishnet in comparison to Cora’s sheer stockings. And the set up itself was quite simple, but perfect; wrestling mats filled the large area between the floor to ceiling glass windows and the walls on either side. At the side opposite the windows, there was an area of carpet after the mats ran out, before three steps led to a seating area overlooking the fight area. There were two armchairs there today, side by side, a small table between them, although there was clearly room for a lot more there. I carried a towel and two water bottles there, placing them down before I took a seat next to the sponsor, a woman who was maybe around 60 I thought with greying blonde hair. ‘You look nice today Jack’ she smiled kindly. ‘Thank you, this is very impressive’ I replied to her looking around the room, as the two women just started to eye each other from opposite sides of the mats.

‘Thank you. This is kind of my passion now. As a spectator mostly these days, though I fought often in the past’ she told me. ‘This is your first time though isn’t it?’ she said to me.

‘It is. First time in person. But Cora has told me as best she can what to expect and what to do’ I told her.

‘That’s good. You’re as well prepared as anyone can be for their first time then. I’ll look after you for the match anyway. Tell you what you might need to do. I promised Cora that I’d do that’ she said to me. ‘And for what it’s worth, I expect Cora to start out quickly, but Rochelle just keeps going. She’s one of my very favourite fighters to watch. I don’t really know who will win which is good’ she admitted. ‘I do expect that it’s a fight where the balance of power might shift as it goes on though.’

‘I trust your judgement’ I agreed. ‘You know more about both as fighters’ I admitted. She smiled at that and then waved a signal to the referee so that she could start the match.

‘Ladies...this is going to be a 45 minute match. The most submissions in the time limit will win the fight. If it is even after 45 minutes, there will be an unlimited tie break period. There are two minutes between falls. Stripping to nude is allowed. If a fighter is not topless after twenty minutes, they will be expected to strip topless at the next break in the action. No punching or kicking the face or head. No eye attacks. Anything goes below the neck. Do you both agree to the rules?’ she asked. There were brief nods from both corners. ‘Good...Cora is 5 feet 8 inches and 161lbs. She measures 38D-28-40. Rochelle is 5 feet 8 inches and 172lbs. She measures 40C-26-41. Ladies, good luck, fight hard and dirty’ the referee smiled, then sounded a bell to start the first session of fighting.

Now my excitement made this first period of action seem to rush by. There had been a moment of feeling each other out from Cora and Rochelle. A period that was interspersed with heavy slaps. The action moved further away from us for a moment, with Cora pressed in against the tall windows, getting the first taste of Rochelle’s power and hard hitting with a right hand to the body and a heavy tit slap. Cora winced, but was able to escape the position by rolling Rochelle over her hip out of a sudden shift of position to leave the powerful black woman having to defend and scramble out from beneath her. As they came back together, Cora made a slight mistake now, and ate a heavy slap to the cheek. Punching may not have been allowed, but I had little doubt that Rochelle’s slap had hit with near enough the force of one, and just stunned for a moment, it was Cora who found herself in deepening trouble as Rochelle lifted and slammed her. Now there was the difference to pro wrestling that I’d noted. Instead of an elaborate follow up attack, Rochelle dropped to face sit Cora; a reverse face sit, arms trapped. I was surprised then that there wasn’t much in the way of attacks to Cora’s body straight away from Rochelle here.

‘She’s pacing herself’ the sponsor said to me, perhaps seeing the look of slight confusion on my face. ‘Even though Rochelle is fit, she doesn’t want to burn out early, and she has the face sit which could wear Cora down. If anything she’ll maul rather than hit at this stage’ she predicted. She’d seen Rochelle fight before so of course her insight was likely to be pretty good. The sights and sounds of the fight filled my senses for the moment. Cora’s breathing, strained as she fought for each breath, slowly trying to turn her head beneath Rochelle’s ass to help her do that easier. I was impressed with her calmness under pressure but she was trapped, and as she tried to bridge, it was clear that Rochelle wasn’t easy to move. There was the sounds of Cora’s groans then each time Rochelle used her hair, gripped right at the roots, to slowly force her face right back into the smother. A small squeaking noise from the mats as Rochelle slowly widened the position of her knees; I didn’t need any expertise to notice that meant she sat a little heavier on Cora’s face. The sounds again were of Cora’s breathing, heavy and ragged, trying to suck air in desperately as Rochelle stayed confidently in place, her hands just resting on Cora’s body for now as if to remind her she could do more if it was needed. To the uninitiated it might well look like really nothing much was happening. The sponsor made sure that I understood it perfectly though. ‘Cora is contemplating if she should submit right now. Pride tells her no, her lungs tell her maybe, her mind is probably thinking maybe as well. If she stays there for too long, then she’ll get worn down purely from the smother which isn’t good in a long match. Rochelle is wondering if she need do anything more, and knowing how she fights, it won’t be long before she decides that she does’ she suggested.

‘It’s fascinating’ I said to her. ‘Someone could easily think that nothing much was happening here, but it’s really a battle already’ I said. There was the referee, just sliding in next to Cora’s head, checking on her to make sure she’d not passed out, or if she was already trying to submit. The answer was no to both. I was just glad that Cora had chosen me a flared skirt to wear, because it hid the fact that I was rock hard beneath it already. The match was only four minutes old, but Cora had probably spent half of that time under Rochelle’s ass to varying degrees. Her movements to get a breath of air were less frequent, and therefore a little more desperate as she clung on, unable to get free. Now Rochelle realised that Cora was close to submitting anyway, and she told her ‘get ready to submit you fucking bitch!’ before she grabbed a nasty stomach claw, pressing on Cora’s belly while twisting at the skin with her fingers. Cora screamed, losing valuable air in the process. She tried to bridge, then a Rochelle forced her flat again with the claw grip, she cried out in pain again, before admitting that she submitted. First fall to Rochelle in just about five minutes.

‘We should both go to the corners to attend to the fighters’ the sponsor told me. ‘We shouldn’t go on to the mats to help them up, we’ll wait in the corner for them given that we’re both in heels which might damage the mats’ she told me. I nodded and navigated my way down the three steps like a pro in my stiletto heeled boots for wait for Cora who actually didn’t need all that much in the way of help. ‘She got me good with the slap, and I was seeing enough stars for her to follow up’ Cora told me. ‘I’m OK though’ she said. I didn’t really know how to give her good advice at this stage anyway, but I gave her water, told her that she was doing OK, and then it was time for the match to continue. I collected the things and went back to the seats with the sponsor who told me ‘you look very comfortable with the steps Jack….that’s impressive for someone new to wearing heels. And what did you tell Cora?’ she asked me.

‘Thank you’ I smiled as the referee rang the bell to restart the fight. ‘Cora had me practice on steps in them to make sure that I was OK’ I admitted. ‘I told her she was doing OK….I guess I didn’t really know what to say’ I shrugged a little. ‘What kind of things did you tell Rochelle?’ I asked in return, thinking I might learn something about how to second a woman in a fight. Her reply came with the backing sound of a fierce exchange of body slaps to open the second fall.

‘I think it’s OK that you don’t really know how to advise her yet’ she told me. ‘I don’t think Cora invited you to second her to get your advice in that way today. She’s been doing this on her own and so she already knows what she needs to do. Just encourage her Jack. Boost her confidence, always tell her she looks great’ she said as Cora flattened one of Rochelle’s tits with a straight punch. ‘Now you asked me how I advised Rochelle, and usually I wouldn’t say, but I’ll let you know today Jack because that seems fair. I don’t really advise her so much. I requested she tries to get Cora’s tits out in this part of the fight though if she can. I think they look amazing and frankly I want to see!’ she smiled.

‘They are great’ I confirmed for her. ‘And by want to see, I think you also want to see how tough she is if Rochelle gets after them as well?’ I asked.

‘You read me like a book Jack’ she smiled, as Rochelle crashed to the mats after being hip rolled by Cora again. ‘When I fought, I was known as a tit hunter by many’ she admitted. ‘Nothing gave me any more pleasure that just wrecking a proud woman’s tits in a fight and making her submit from it. It was a thrill like no other for me!’

I found I was interested more and more in the woman I sat with, but my attention was diverted back to the mats by the sound of Rochelle hitting the mats again, this time thrown there by the hair by Cora who had bounced back well from her opening to the fight. Again there was a lot to see as Cora used the hair to control Rochelle back to her feet, half bent over, and used a knee lift to the breasts to hurt her. Then she used the black woman’s arm to send her in against the wall. She followed up, but found that Rochelle wasn’t defenceless as both landed body punches and then fell into a lengthy period of attritional hair pulling against the wall. I’d expected each might use a free hand to attack with, or that knees and kicks might come into play. Instead, each woman established, then continually adjusted and re-established a two handed grip and tried to punish the other as both started to moan at the treatment their respective scalps were coming in for. Heads were forced back, twisted to the sides, and their necks took the strain of it too as neither showed any sign of a let up for the moment, other than to adjust their grip. I looked on fascinated, a style of fighting I’d been unaware of of only weeks earlier playing out now gloriously in front of me. ‘How does that feel’ I asked the sponsor, knowing it was something that I’d never felt before.

She considered the question for a moment, watching the intense struggle unfold further just as I was, and then told me ‘when it’s done right, like scalp is on fire with a thousand red hot pinpricks. It can give control over a woman. Be used to hurt her and weaken her. Even bring her to submission in some cases, usually through a build up over the fight when that happens. Here, I think they’re both in the hurt and weaken stage. I forget you don’t really now. Grow your real hair out some Jack, and I’d be more than happy to show you’ she smiled. My cock twitched just a little more at that prospect.

‘I think I’d like that’ I smiled. ‘To find out I mean, maybe not the actual result of it so much’

‘Well no….but I know Cora will work with you on it, but you’ll never feel totally comfortable going full out with her. You could with someone like me. I’ve done catfights with cross-dressers before. In fact my two most recent fights were that before I sort of retired from it’ she told me, the suggestion being that she wasn’t completely retired if the fight was right. Then our attention was diverted back to the mats. Cora had taken a knee to the body, and it looked like she might be in trouble, but she rode it out well, simply refusing to be switched so that her back was to the wall, even as Rochelle ripped harshly at her hair to try and achieve that aim. Then Cora struck back decisively, two short punches going in right on the thin waistband of Rochelle’s g-string before her foot was planted in Rochelle’s belly, and she sent her over to the mat with an impressive monkey flip. Rochelle’s hard landing didn’t stop her from being quick to roll to her feet. It also didn’t stop Cora from mowing her over with a clothesline on the run, and as Rochelle hit the mat hard, it was then her turn to be in some trouble. Trouble that deepened quickly as Cora pulled her up by the hair and flattened her straight away with a forearm smash to the chest. On a roll, Cora dived on to Rochelle with a splash, landing heavily across her, then forced her up by the hair again so that she could waist-lock her, muscle her into a lift, and then just drop her chest first on the mats. I herd the sponsor mutter ‘impressive’ at that, above the sounds of Rochelle’s moaning, and Cora took the hair again, this time so that she could just position Rochelle for a head scissors, applied from behind, the black woman’s head trapped between her thighs.

‘Ahhhh shit!’ we heard Rochelle groan as Cora put the squeeze on her.

‘Cora must be powerful’ the sponsor said. ‘I’ve rarely heard Rochelle moan like that in a head scissors before’ she told me as another battle of attrition would take place now on the mats. Cora rolled to her side, bringing Rochelle over into an awkward position on her own side, squeezed her hard, and the action quickly went up a notch. Rochelle tried to roll to a more comfortable position on her knees and Cora put her back in the awkward position on her side with a punch in the ribs and a shove. Cora searched for a nipple to pull, found it briefly, then had to defend as Rochelle clamped a hand over her nose and mouth for a hand smother. With that defended, Cora squeezed hard and Rochelle cried out again before Cora eased the pressure, and the pattern continued. Rochelle struggled to her knees at the third attempt, head still between Cora’s thighs, and immediately went for the tits to make Cora cry out in pain with a double handed maul. Cora grabbed a double handful of hair though and used that to steer Rochelle back to her side so that her breast maul was lost. Now there was a period where it seemed that Cora had the tough black woman almost totally subdued, another long spell of fighting where she would pulse the power in her thighs on and off while Rochelle seemed stuck on her side, and to be pretty inactive.

‘This is interesting’ the sponsor allowed. ‘Cora thinks she might have her, but she doesn’t want to go full power, and Rochelle seems like she might be done, but also she might just be steeling herself for an escape bit if she can. I don’t know how she’d get out though’ she admitted.

‘Do you think Rochelle will submit?’ I asked.

‘If she can’t get out, she’ll have to in the end. Cora’s thighs look to me like they have the kind of power to knock her out in the end otherwise’ she said,

Cora was in the hair now, two hands slapping into Rochelle’s scalp before fistfuls of hair were pulled hard in opposite directions. ‘Bitch’ Rochelle moaned. ‘Submit then’ Cora told her, to no reply. The battle seemed in favour of Cora and her thighs as she slapped and grabbed hair with alternate hands now, almost beating out a steady tempo on the top of Rochelle’s head. There was no submission still. Cora eased the pressure a moment on the scissors, perhaps to rest her legs which made me consider what the sponsor had said to me. Now was Rochelle’s chance and she threatened to break free with a burst of energy that saw her free of Cora’s thighs for a moment, only for any progress to be arrested by the double handful of hair, and Cora’s thighs were back around her head again. Rochelle was on her knees again though, and the position was in the balance as the black woman started to slap Cora’s tits around, before pushing that red bralette up off them and looking like she might choke her with it for a moment as she pressed it across her throat.

‘That’s allowed right?’ I clarified. The ref wasn’t calling it so I assumed it to be.

‘Under today’s rules, yes. Part of why Rochelle likes to fight topless usually I think. Less clothes means less to get attacked with’ the sponsor confirmed.

Slowly, the balance tilted back into Cora’s favour as she levered Rochelle to her other side by the hair, using her strong legs to assist her. Crucially, she was able to shift her own body too, so that she was slightly more on top of Rochelle and straight away her legs went to full power on the black woman’s head. The cries of pain filled the room, and Rochelle’s breathing was sounding strained. The angle of viewing hid that Cora’s legs had got in under her chin now in a choking scissors. Rochelle held out; Cora scratched her side. Telling Rochelle moaned at that that, but didn’t engage in any verbals even when Cora pushed her gold bralette off her tits too and mauled her nipple with one hand, while still pulling her hair with the other. Rochelle whined, only pride stopping her from submitting now.

‘Cora works tits well’ the sponsor told me admiringly. ‘I’d always go after the nipple first and get that hurting’ she told me, then Rochelle wailed that she submitted from down on the mats. 16 minutes had passed as we went to the corners to attend to the fighters this time. I noticed the marks of battle starting to show more on Cora’s body, but also the smile that was on her face. ‘The bitch didn’t like that’ she told me.

‘Apparently she never moans like that in a head scissors’ I told her, divulging what I’d learned so far. ‘And you’re doing great’ I told her before noticing that her red bralette rode on top of her breasts now, not covering anything. ‘What are you going to do with that?’ I asked her,

‘Well, I can’t fix it Jack, so…..HEY BITCH. TOPS OFF?’ she called across the room to Rochelle.

‘YOU’RE ON CUNT!’ Rochelle shot back with an enthusiasm. Both women removed their tops. Cora gave me hers to carry back to the seats. I saw the sponsor also returning with Rochelle’s bralette as well. Apparently both women were reticent to leave the garment in the fight area, in case it would become a weapon. ‘They both thought the same it seems’ she laughed. On the mats, the two women were now stripped to the waist, and rejoined battle on the signal of the referee, and what would be the longest single period of fighting in the match began with a stand up exchange of slaps to any area of the body either woman thought they could target with success. Watching that unfold, I asked the sponsor ‘what do you expect to happen now? You’ve seen a lot of fights. Been in a lot too. You must have a thought on how it goes from here?’

‘It’s a good question Jack. The nature of a long catfight between good fighters is always a bit unpredictable. At the moment, neither is really hurt, so stamina is the key factor in the fight still. In this period, I think Cora will push the pace more. I think that she thinks her own stamina is the more suspect of the two, though she looks in sensational shape to me. Rochelle I think will be patient. Not exactly conceding the fall, but she’ll be prepared to try and hurt Cora from the bottom if she has to, and give herself something to go after in the next falls maybe’ the sponsor suggested.

‘Both tactics are risky then. I think that’s what you’re suggesting’ I said, watching Cora press forward behind a couple of languid looking backhands to the stomach, before a slap to the breasts stopped her.

‘They are. They could both be wrong. They can’t both be right’ she smiled, and we settled back to watch the action which was pretty even for a period of time at the start of the fall now. Neither really had the edge, though Cora pressed the action that bit more, wanting to get on top as Rochelle backed up. The action went all around the room in that fashion. Cora stalking, Rochelle giving ground, changing her direction as instinct told her she was in danger of her back going against the wall or the windows. Cora landed blows, punches coming with the slaps now, but Rochelle’s backward motion meant the impact was reduced a little each time. At the same time, Rochelle landed punches, setting her feet for each one, before starting to move back again. Her work went to the body at first, looking to sap energy I was sure. But soon enough her tactic changed to specifically target each punch or slap at Cora’s left breast. For the first time, I felt like I wanted to call out and advise Cora, seeing that she was perhaps being lulled slowly in to a trap. Five minutes or more had passed. As the action came closer to the seating area again, I saw the way that Cora’s left breast was reddening. Still the pattern continued, though it was evident that Cora was also finding her own targets with a frequency too.

‘It looks like Rochelle has found her target now’ the sponsor said as the action moved away from us again. ‘She’s going to stay on that tit until the end of the fight I would think now’ she told me.

‘That’s her equaliser for the end of the fight, right?’ I said.

‘You learn pretty quick Jack’ she said. ‘It won’t take immediate effect. Right now, Cora probably doesn’t really feel like she’s getting softened up, but give it twenty minutes and she’ll know all about it by then.’

‘That’s why Rochelle likes a long fight then I guess?’ I probed as Cora rocked her with a big slap to the face down on the mats. For the first time, she was forced to give ground a little more desperately.

‘It is. Jack, in a catfight, the winner is almost always the one that hurts the other the more. It’s always the one who takes the most advantage of how they hurt the other woman, that’s for sure’ she told me, explaining a bit more about this style of fighting to me as a crash from the mats indicated that Cora had caught up with Rochelle and used a trip to send both women tumbling to the mats heavily. Just as I thought Cora had the better of it though, landing on top, an explosive movement of the hips saw Rochelle roll her to her back and take the top position. ‘Unexpected’ the sponsor allowed. Rochelle cannoned three hard slaps off Cora’s left breast, sent one to her face, then grabbed the hair to hold her in place so that she could lean forward for the breast smother. She didn’t quite get it, not fully, although her tits covered Cora’s mouth. A desperate handful of hair from Cora had just stopped Rochelle’s progress enough. Instead the black woman got half a grapevine, her left leg tangling up Cora’s right, and again it was desperate defence for Cora, getting her left foot on to Rochelle’s right to pin that to the mat prevented the full grapevine. Still, Rochelle could spread her a little with the way she had one leg hooked, and Cora was in a full defensive mode almost completely out of the blue. I shifted forward on my seat a little to get a better view of the action on the far side of the mats, down in front of the windows, and next to me, the sponsor did the same. I could see that Rochelle’s hand was between their bodies, no doubt working on Cora’s tit.

‘Exciting isn’t it?’ the sponsor smiled. ‘Even more so to be involved in’ she said as Cora whipped a good punch into the body. She had to be very wary of losing control of the hair or that other foot, or she’d be in real trouble.

‘Very’ I agreed. Knowing that the action really had me very turned on at this point.

‘Rochelle is definitely working that tit hard now. We can’t see it, but look at Cora’s eyes’ she told me. ‘That’s always the place to look. You’ll always see the flares and flinches there. Rochelle will be using her nails in the underside of it I guess, and Cora simply can’t defend it, because her left hand is the one in the hair. The game now is that she can’t afford to let Rochelle know she’s hurting her, while she looks for a way out. On the other side of things, Rochelle knows that she’s hurting her, but just not how much’ she said, as Cora punched to the body a couple of times. Rochelle tried to lever herself forward a bit more, succeeded in moving half an inch or so, and here was another question; even with the hand in her hair, could Cora still end up being smothered? She grabbed Rochelle’s g-string now, and used it to wedgie her. Rochelle took her hand out of Cora’s hair and reached back to punch her low to the belly, then went lower with a second one making sure it was a crotch shot. Cora moaned, then howled as Rochelle’s fingers got to work on her again. Now there was no doubt that Rochelle knew she was being effective. ‘That’s right, you scream you Yank cunt!’ she told Cora. ‘Fuck you!’ Cora shot back, her voice muffled, showing how Rochelle’s tits covered her face more so now.

‘It’s starting to get personal now, just as a good long catfight should’ the sponsor smiled. ‘They always aimed to hurt each other. Now Cora wants to hurt Rochelle to pay her back for the tit attacks here, and Rochelle wants Cora hurt to take advantage’. The fighting continued in that position, and I wasn’t sure that Cora could get out of there. She seemed subdued. Was it better for her to submit and then try to fight back in the next fall I wondered? ‘Fuck...fuck…’, a brief panic from her as Rochelle’s leg slipped from beneath her foot and a tense period of fighting for control ensued with Cora just about able to keep control of things in the end. It was clear that she knew the pitfalls of getting spread. Rochelle ground down on her, using her whole body to pin Cora there and drawing a cry of pain with some more tit work. ‘Go on….submit! You’re done now!’Rochelle taunted her. Cora didn’t answer, so the action continued. Rochelle stopped the tit maul for a moment, but only so she could punch twice into the side of her left breast, then slowly force her fingers in there. Cora screamed again, but this time it came with the great effort that was needed to drive herself off her back. There was a point where each woman thought they might win the day and regain control, and then Cora drove again, and it was Rochelle that went to her back.

Crucially, Cora had the grapevine and was able to spread Rochelle in the way Rochelle hadn’t quite been able to do to her. Rochelle still had a death grip of the breast for now, but Cora went for her hair, then just started to slap her face with abandon. The implication for Rochelle was clear, defend yourself or stick with the tit maul. She chose the latter and it might have been a mistake as she started to eat face slaps at quite the rate because of it, until she thought better of it, and reached to defend herself. Of course that was exactly what Cora had wanted. She took control of both of Rochelle’s hands following a little hand fighting, and pinned them to the mat above Rochelle’s head. It was the black woman’s turn to moan ‘fuck’ just before Cora plunged forward and gave her a heavy face full of tits, going for a smother of her own while she just worked the grapevine to spread Rochelle a little more still. Rochelle’s crotch was on show despite the gold g-string’s best efforts at this point. With the smother in place, Cora kept a grip on Rochelle’s right arm still stopping her from going back to the tit work, and released her other arm, finding Rochelle’s left hand immediately in her hair, pulling hard as she flicked stinging slaps at Rochelle’s thigh. Each of those slaps echoed around the room now as the tide of the battle swung more into Cora’s favour because of the well applied smother hold. Rochelle punched to Cora’s body now, each punch landing with a dull thud to hurt her as she redoubled her efforts on the hair pull to try and get free.

‘About now, Rochelle’s lungs are burning, telling her she needs air, and there’s only two ways that she can get it. Submit, or escape’ the sponsor said to me, going on ‘she’ll keep looking to escape for now though I think.’

There were no dramatic gasps of ‘I can’t breathe’ from Rochelle or anything of that nature. She would concentrate all of the air she could get into attacks to try and get free. Cora was wedgied, scratched and punched before two punches of her own subdued the black woman again. Just as Rochelle had to her earlier, one punch landed to the stomach, the second squarely to the crotch. Turn about was very much fair play here of course. Then Rochelle grew still beneath Cora’s tits, and the referee dropped down to just check on her. Her hand stayed firm in Cora’s brunette locks though. She wasn’t quite done yet, but the longer she stayed in the hold the closer that point was getting.

‘What options does she have left here?’ I asked the sponsor.

‘Right now, not many. She could bite Cora, she’s not above it, but I don’t think she will. Otherwise she’ll submit and try to regroup’. There was a brief moment, then Rochelle’s final struggle for escape began, pulling on the g-string, scratching then Cora’s punches stopped her again. A few moments more, and a fifteen minute period of fighting came to an end as she tapped the mats and Cora went into a 2-1 lead in the fight. Once more the sponsor and I came from the seating area to attend to the two fighters and I found that Cora was in a pretty happy mood now that she’d established the lead. I could definitely see that Rochelle had something to target as well though at this stage when I saw Cora’s left breast showing the scratches and marks. ‘The bitch uses her nails well’ Cora told me.

‘You knew that she would’ I allowed, something Cora couldn’t really disagree with.

‘No, you’re right about that. Just as I would in her situation’ Cora agreed. She was breathing a little heavily, the sign of the exertions in the fight in which a one submission lead was frankly precarious at best.

‘You’re doing great’ I told her. ‘Another submission and I think you’ve got her, but she’s going to try and come on stronger now’ I suggested.

‘I think you’re right on both counts. You’re learning quickly Jack’ Cora smiled. It was time for the fourth round of action now which after the longest period of the fight would turn out to be the shortest. It didn’t start out looking that way though as she retook our seats and Rochelle led off confidently with a straight punch to the breasts which took Cora aback. Now it seemed that the patten from the previous round would be reversed as Rochelle started to pursue Cora around the mats. In the large area available, Cora traded space for time well in the first thirty seconds. Then she countered with a heavy one-two of slaps to the face. With Rochelle looking stunned, Cora ducked behind her, took the waist lock and delivered her favourite German Suplex to an unprepared Rochelle who took the landing heavily. Cora circled behind her as the sponsor looked on in admiration of the move. Cora was in place as Rochelle rose slowly, and straight away jumped up on her back to capture her in a sleeper hold. This was a tightly applied hold, one Rochelle could find no immediate way out of as she was pulled to her back. Now her problem was two fold; she was in the sleeper hold, but she also had Cora’s crushing thighs around her body, stopping her from easily catching her breath even as she tucked her chin in gallantly to try and defend.

Now it was the sponsor who moved to the edge of her seat first, shocked a little at the sudden turn of events, wondering if Rochelle could escape, knowing instinctively that she perhaps couldn’t, even if she was defending well because Cora was starting to rag her head around in the hold, and each movement slowly helped her to tighten the sleeper. Two minutes into the round, Rochelle rasped ‘fuck’ as she felt the hold really sink in on here. Thirty seconds more, and threatened with the hold really taking an effect on her, she had to submit again to Cora. And we were back down to the mats to attend to the two fighters, both of whom needed just a moment this time before heading back to their corners. 34 minutes of fighting slowly was taking a toll on both of them. Cora was feeling the pace, but crucially perhaps had a two submission lead now as she sat back down. ‘Another submission as you said Jack. Maybe it will be enough’ she smiled.

‘I could be. She’s tired too’ I told Cora.

‘She is, and she’s also mad at me. She’s going to really go for me now I’m sure’ my step mum told me. I believed her. She knew this better than me. The chances were she’d have to endure an onslaught at some point in the next few minutes. I offered no advice tactically, other than to tell her that she still looked amazing to me. I knew that her left breast was hurting her pretty badly though as I went back to be joined by the sponsor.

‘Rochelle has to start fast now’ she said to me. ‘That third submission wasn’t part of her plan so it’s a real problem for her. She fancied her chances of evening it up from one behind and taking it to the overtime period, but now I’m not sure she’ll manage it’ she admitted.

‘Cora is pretty tired too’ I said. ‘It’s going to be a long eleven minutes for her.’

‘And now you see the true nature of a long time limit fight Jack. Cora is on top but hurt. Rochelle trails, but actually isn’t really hurt. We have a game of chance now. Can Rochelle force two submissions for the extra period or can Cora hold on?’ she said as the action began again with a stand up exchange of fighting. That was something which worked for Cora to an extent; Rochelle was unlikely to force a quick submission from this and a knockout wasn’t provisioned for. The first two minutes of the round were in the bag quickly with the fight not going to ground. Rochelle frustratedly demanded that Cora stand and fight her, but Cora just smiled at her and kept her distance. Rochelle would have to make her move soon enough. She did it, with great decisiveness and the match was back in the balance very quickly. Cora got herself a little too close to the windows, and black woman chanced it, rushing in and simply using her body to slam Cora against the hard surface. She went to the hair straight away as Cora hadn’t even finished moaning from the impact with the window, and used that grip to throw Cora out towards the centre of the mats. Tiredness perhaps was the factor, but it was the first time that someone had landed and not rolled quickly in the fight, to try and get straight back up. Instead, Cora was caught on all fours with a nasty soccer kick to the left breast and she howled loudly, rolling to her back and clutching it with both hands.

Rochelle smiled. She had finally got the opening, and measured Cora for a leg drop that landed high across her face. Rochelle’s well muscled legs must have landed with a force because Cora stayed down even when she stood up off her for a moment so that she was waiting for her to rise. That was something that Cora took her time over now, not going to rush to her feet any way if she wasn’t forced. Rochelle was waiting on her though with a tit busting knee lift that quickly put a half risen Cora flat on her back again. The action was slow and deliberate now from Rochelle, again taking a moment before going back to the hair to force Cora up, this time in to a body slam. There was no real give in the mats as Cora’s body was drilled into them and Rochelle had total control of the fight in this fall now, as Cora rolled to her front and stayed down. Rochelle splashed across her upper back. That of course went to crush Cora’s breasts between her and the mats, just increasing the pain she felt. Lying across her back, Rochelle tried to use the hair to force Cora’s head back and in to a choke hold. Despite the pain, Cora resisted that though for now and forced Rochelle into a rethink.

‘Cora’s best friend is time now’ the sponsor told me. ‘If the holds out for long enough in this fall, there will only be a short final session to resist.’ Her intonation was clear enough in suggesting she though Rochelle would secure a second submission as the black woman’s rethink came in the form of two elbows into the side of her left breast and a handful of hair to slowly force Cora up. She went for a close clinch, trying to force Rochelle to waste time shrugging her off, only to be easily brushed off and snatched up into a bearhug, feet held clear of the mat for a moment by Rochelle’s power. Cora moaned, loudly, as it looked like Rochelle intended to squeeze the fight right out of her.

‘You think the submission is inevitable now?’ I asked the sponsor, interested in her view. I knew I was learning a lot from her insights.

‘Not inevitable, but very likely. Cora is tough and resourceful, and I never underestimate that. But she’s in trouble would you agree?’ she asked me.

‘Deep trouble’ I had to agree.

‘Just like you would be with me Jack’ she said, a playful challenge.

‘No doubt’ I smiled, the thought turning me on a little, before a loud cry from Cora filled the room as Rochelle dropped her from the bearhug, one leg either side of a rock hard thigh.

‘The atomic drop!’ the sponsor exclaimed. ‘Rochelle is pulling out all of the stops now.’ she noted as Cora stayed frozen to the spot for long enough to find herself cut down by a heavy chop to the chest, of course targeting the left breast carefully as it landed. Now Rochelle wanted to move quickly to get her submission. She used her foot to kick Cora to a position on her back, and then punished her with an elbow drop across the breasts. ‘Jesus fucking shit!’ Cora cried out in pain. Finally, Rochelle went for her move again, the reverse face sit, this time easing her own g-string aside so that Cora had her ass and pussy all over her face as she made it carry as much of her 172lbs as she could. Of course the smother could cause a submission on it’s own, but applied in a text book style, Cora’s arms trapped again, it gave her the chance to attack the whole body. ‘No…..no….OOOOWWWWW! Cora moaned, loud even from beneath the impressive smother as Rochelle sunk back into the underside of her breast while sending in slaps and punches, then a nipple twist with her other hand. ‘NOOOO!’ we heard Cora cry out again. Rochelle was just focussed on that left breast though, even to the extent that she wasn’t even going to waste time asking for the submission. It would come soon enough as she just tortured Cora’s tits. Cora’s stockinged feet just pounded at the mat in agony and finally she broke and cried out ‘I SUBMIT!’ and Rochelle got off her to head to the corner.

This time I got little chance to talk to Cora in the break between rounds. Cora was in poor shape now, clearly in pain, and took half of the break to get up. The referee told both women that there was four minutes left in the fight. It was a lot. I smiled at her and told her she was amazing.

‘I don’t feel it right now’ she managed to laugh, then winced as she felt the pain in her breast. The session of fighting to come was going to be all about survival for her I was sure as I went back to the seats.

‘It’s all on the line now’ the sponsor said as she took her seat next to me. ‘If it goes to the extra session because of a third submission to Rochelle, I only really see one winner then. Cora has to hold out’ she said.

She knows it, but her left breast…..if Rochelle gets to that again’ I said.

‘Then she’s very likely done’ she agreed with me.

‘Going to break you now, you Yank cunt!’ Rochelle admonished as the round began, and Cora started to immediately back up. Space for time was her strategy again but Rochelle didn’t have time, and her impatience saw a key mistake. Cora backed up….backed up...and walked her straight on to a perfect kick to the body. Rochelle was stunned. The last thing she had been expecting was offense from Cora who followed with a right armed clothesline to flatten Rochelle. Now Cora had a chance, suddenly, not to force a submission, but to keep control with her wrestling skills to hold Rochelle down on the mat for a while as she lay on her back, and took a lock around the black woman’s breasts, like a high bearhug from behind. This was a problem for Rochelle who roared in frustration as Cora controlled her. There wasn’t much action, but that didn’t matter to Cora now as long as she stayed safely glued to Rochelle’s back. By the time she’d forced her way free of the rear hug, only a minute remained. Cora was exhausted but she had the end in sight even as both women tied up in the other’s hair to try and force the last minute submission. Rochelle pumped hard knees into Cora’s body, three landing before Cora landed one of her own, but in the process she was finally pulled to the mats by her hair. The bell to end the fight sounded just two seconds after the first howl of pain when Rochelle sunk back into her breasts. Rochelle roared with frustration, gave Cora an elbow in the ribs, and then stormed off the mats threatening ‘I’ll fucking kill you next time cunt!’

‘Yeah, fuck you bitch!’ Cora called after her. There was no love lost between the two after they’d shared the mats for that length of time.

‘It’s not always like that Jack, but it can be, especially after a long hard fight’ the sponsor explained to me. ‘Rochelle will come around, but Cora kicked her ass when it mattered! Good fight Cora!’ she called.

‘Your bitch did a number on me!’ Cora told her.

‘But she didn’t beat you’ the sponsor said. ‘Cora, I’m looking to have a bit of an event here around Christmas time. Not a tournament, but a gathering of fighters here for some matches. I’d like it if you would be here for it’ she suggested. ‘Also with your permission, I’d like to give Jack a real experience on the mats at that event.’

‘I’ll be here thank you’ Cora agreed. ‘And yes, if Jack wants that, then I’ll make sure he’s at least a little bit ready for you’ Cora told her.

So it seemed that we would be returning to this venue for more fights in future, but right now, I was sure that Cora would need a little bit of time to recover before she could even think about fighting again.