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Wrestling With Mum – Training Partners

By Wolfboy


One thing that I was wrong about was the amount of time it took Cora to recover from what had been a long and hard fight with Rochelle. There was absolutely no doubt that she’d moved with an unease for the first two or three days after it had taken place. Her scalp hurt, her breasts definitely hurt, but within a few days, anyone who hadn’t seen the fight would struggle to think that she’d been involved in such a tough battle only days before.


Of course, the chances for me to really ask her about It were few and far between when we got home, until we managed to grab a little bit of time alone the following weekend.


‘How are you feeling after it now? I asked her at that point. ‘It seemed a pretty rough one?’ I pointed out.


‘Thanks for asking Jack. It was one of the hardest I’ve had in quite a little while’ she agreed with me. ‘But actually, I really don’t feel so bad now. I’ve always been pretty lucky I guess Jack, bumps and bruises I recover from pretty quickly. The hair pulling maybe a bit less quickly, especially when it’s like Rochelle’s was’ Cora told me.


‘She seemed pretty mad at you by the end?’ I asked her now.


‘She was, no doubt about it Jack. Catfights can be like that sometimes though. Some girls can take defeat just fine, some are bitches about it. I think she really thought she was going to get a submission, take it to overtime, and then put a beating on me to be honest. But you always have to remember there’s two women out there trying everything they can to win it’ Cora said. It was a fair point. There as absolutely no reason why Cora would just let Rochelle have her way with her at the end, and her stubbornness had won her the fight every bit as much as her skills had. ‘What about you Jack? How are you feeling about it now that you’ve seen the action up close for the first time?’ Cora enquired.


‘It really thrilled me to see you fighting in person mum’ I admitted. ‘The sounds and the sights of it are so different when you’re there’ I said to her.


‘Did it turn you on to watch Jack?’ she asked me flatly now.


‘It did’ I admitted. ‘When you were on top, but also when you were in trouble too. There were certain things that really got me throughout the match’ I had to admit.


‘Well, good to know that you enjoy your stepmum getting beaten up!’ Cora laughed. She really didn’t do indignant, I think she was just pleased I’d enjoyed the whole experience. ‘And what about this talk of a match for you with the sponsor? She must have really taken a shine to you! Are you sure about it?’ she asked me.


‘She was nice, and she guided me through the whole thing. Talked to me about what was going on...what was allowed. Some of the psychology of what was happening at times. And yeah, I’m OK with the idea of it’ I told Cora. ‘She raised a good point really. I can train with you but it’s difficult to go full out with you, which I could with her’


‘That does make some sense’ Cora agreed. ‘And I always thought you’d probably want to try it at some point. So we’ll try to make you as ready as we can for it. And just to be clear Jack, you and I can go at it pretty hard when we practice together too. I won’t mid at all’ she smiled.


‘Thanks mum….so what’s going to be next for you?’ I checked with Cora.


‘Well, it’s a couple of months before I’ll fight Pandora I would think, so I’ll probably scout around some of the clubs for a fight in a couple of weeks time or so. You won’t be able to attend that one of course, But we’ll also start to train together now as well. Give me a few more days, and I’ll be ready for that. There’s a few things that we need to do I think’ she told me.


‘What are they?’ I asked. I was looking forward to starting to train with Cora.


‘Teach you the basics first of all. I mean, you’ve no real experience to fall back on. And also teach you how to deal with surprises in a match as well. That sponsor is a veteran of the game, so you’ll need to be prepared for a few tricks’ Cora began.


‘That figures, I know she’ll be very good’ I admitted.


‘She will. Your aim will be to enjoy it and put on a reasonable showing Jack. Anything more than that is a bonus really. Now for me with Pandora, I’m going to teach you a couple of moves she used to help her have her way with me the last time we fought. If you can recreate them, then it’ll maybe help me to figure her out a bit more this time’ she said now.


‘That sounds like a good plan. I really hope I’ll be able to help you a bit’ I said to her. ‘Anything else?’ I asked.


‘One more thing really. I think we should formally accept the match with the sponsor for you, if you’re sure about it. And also find out her rules for such a fight so we know what to work on if there are any specific rules’ Cora suggested. The principle of rules hadn’t really occurred to me yet, but it was a good point. ‘I’ll email her to accept in principle for you and ask her to tell us more. Then in a few days time, we’ll start to train. It’ll be near to Christmas by the time we go to her event, and that’s when it’s going to happen, so that does give us a few months to work on things’ Cora said. I nodded my agreement with her on the whole thing.


* * *

‘Well Jack’ Cora smiled one afternoon. ‘I’ve got a bit of tidying to do upstairs this afternoon. My dressing room needs a couple of drawers fixing. Could you give me a hand please? I could really use an extra pair of hands to do it.’


‘Sure, I can help’ I agreed readily. I knew very well that there was nothing really wrong with the drawers in the dressing room. Either Cora had something to tell me or we were going to be starting training this afternoon while we weren’t alone in the house.


When we got upstairs, Cora gave me a small hammer, told me to make some appropriate DIY type of sounds from time to time, and then got her computer out. ‘I wanted to show you a couple of the moves that Pandora used against me so that you’ve got an idea of what I think you might be able to help me with’ she explained. ‘And I have some news on your match too….first the moves though’ Cora smiled. This is a crucifix. See how the arms are controlled between legs and one arm, leaving an arm free for undefended attacks? Pandora did tie me up in this a couple of times last time. I think you could apply it to me OK and let me try and work on escapes from it?’ she asked me.


’I can give it a go’ I agreed, looking at the image, before thumping the hammer on the ground a couple of times. I thought I could see the principle of it at least, and Cora would help me to make sure I got the technicalities.


‘Great Jack. And the other move she used quite well on me is the lotus lock. Like a full nelson with the legs I suppose. Her key thing was to tie up my arms with moves, and then attack. She was quite clever in that’ Cora explained.


‘I can see how that would work’ I admitted. ‘She’s obviously a clever tactical fighter?’ I asked.


‘She’s a wildcat’ Cora smiled. ‘But a clever one with the skills and patience to make it count.’


‘She sounds intriguing’ I had to admit.


‘Intriguing and tough’ Cora told me. ‘Oh, and I worked out an opponent for before I fight her as well. I’m going to a biker club up in Manchester called the Full Throttle. They have a newish girl there calling herself Chelsie. Go a decent record so far, so I’m going to kick her ass’ she laughed.


‘I know you will’ I smiled. Having seen Cora in action now I had great confidence in her ability to do just that. ‘What do you know about her?’ I asked.


‘Really just the usual limited information. Chelsie is 5’7, she’s in my weight category with two years of experience and 12 fights yet. Nothing more than that though’ she told me.


‘That’s the fun part though right? Working your girl out’ I told her, using the hammer on the floor again. ‘And what about my match? How’s that looking now?’ I asked Cora.


‘It’s definitely on. Part of the event she’d doing at Christmas, but semi private after on of the days has finished. Apparently she has two women who like to watch her fight against a cross-dresser, so they will be there if you agree Jack. She’s clear you don’t have to have anyone there if you prefer that. I will be there to assist you in the corner. She will fight unseconded. I guess it evens it up a little tiny bit anyway’ Cora said.


‘I think I’m comfortable with that small audience’ I told Cora. ‘And I’m definitely going to need all the advice and guidance you can muster!’


‘You’ll get it’ she said encouragingly. ‘Want to know her proposed rules yet Jack?’ she asked me now.


‘Sure, best to know as soon as possible I think’ I said.


‘Yeah, that’s what I would want too’ she agreed and went on. ‘So she is a catfighter, so she wants a kind of catfight wrestling match. 15 minutes time limit, but fought in a five and a ten minute round. Most submissions wins. Attire to be lingerie. All wrestling moves are legal. Slapping only, no punching. Anything goes below the neck like a real catfight. She’s requested that you grow out your own hair some so she can pull your hair for real’ Cora said. I was pretty excited at the suggestions.


‘I like it. And I know she’ll likely kick my arse, but I think she’ll do it in a relatively nice way at least. Do you know much about her? I got the impression she’d had a lot of fights, but she doesn’t really fight now?’ I asked.


‘Not a huge amount, but then that’s kind of normal as you know. I know her name is actually Kelly, though she may have fought under some different names. That wouldn’t be unusual. As you say, she seems to be very experienced. For what it’s worth, she’s more or less my size I’d say. I’ll ask around a little and see if anyone knows more about her, but either way you’ll be as well prepared as we can make you’ Cora smiled. ‘Well, I guess that’s enough drawer fixing….we don’t want to raise any undue suspicions do we?’ she said.


‘Indeed not’ I agreed.


* * *

Training started that weekend with dad gone out for golf. That was really going to be our regular chance to work on a few things. At first it was nothing much. Cora would put me in a hold. Show me how it worked...see if I could escape, then do it the other way around so she could start to show me her escapes for the hold. It was a small success for me whenever I was able to resist her first attempt to get free, at least showing that I had some idea what I was doing. After about an hour of that we took a quick break, after which Cora came back in to the play room ready to take it up a notch. Gone was the loose fitting gym gear, replaced by it seemed her old college wrestling singlet. The purple and blue garment fitted her tightly, probably a size too small for her now as it left very little to the imagination. She confirmed that quickly by pointing out ‘I was 15lbs lighter, and well, definitely not quite so busty back when I used to wear this regularly. But it’s good for training in. So Jack, do you think you can do that crucifix hold on me now, and see if you can hold me in it while I try to work my way out of it? Cora asked me. ‘And strip off into something more suitable too’ she suggested. ‘Start to make it a bit more like what you’ll really face’


‘Sure’ I agreed. ‘Seems like a good idea’ I said, going to the drawer that contained my things and found out my black and white swimsuit, stripped naked then put it on. Cora assumed the position...helped me to apply the hold properly, and then there was a spell of a few minutes where I was intermittently able to have a degree of control. From time to time, she’d struggle free a little, start to escape, and I’d be able to recapture her in the hold to some extent before the cycle would continue. Eventually she got free and burst into a cross pin position where she lay for a little while, just to show that she could hold me down too, then gave me a little pat on the stomach before letting me up. ‘Nice work Jack, you held me up pretty good there for a while’ she admitted. I smiled, having enjoyed the challenge and being able to help her at least a little with her preparation. We finished off with a bit more practice of holds and situations, and Cora could help but notice I was was pretty hard by the end of the session.


‘You know she’d going to target that, right?’ she asked me.


That thought had definitely occurred to me too, as I admitted ‘I think she will. She’s allowed to, right?’


‘Most definitely allowed, yes. ‘Cora confirmed. ‘I’ve not seen many mixed catfights happen, but I know not much would be off limits in them usually.’


‘But what if I, you know….shoot my load in the match? Will she mind?’ I asked, that thought suddenly popping into my head.


‘I don’t think she’ll mind it Jack. If she goes after you like that, she’d expecting some sort of result of it I would think. You certainly can’t afford to let it worry you anyway, and if it does happen, you’ve got to try and keep fighting her’ Cora said to me.


‘I thought so. It doesn’t worry me so much as….well, I’m not so experienced with someone holding me like that’ I pointed out to her.


‘It figures. And on the other side of it, she is, especially in a fighting sense’ Cora smiled sympathetic to my dilemma. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll find a way to work on all sorts of resistance to her attacks if we can’ Cora smiled. We were about done for the day of training as she told me ‘I think that it’s today when Pandora fights Ellie as well Jack. While we’ll never see anything of that match, we should hear about it later. Pandora promised that she’d tell all, just like I did after I fought that bitch Rochelle’ she said to me.


‘Cool….what do you expect to happen between them?’ I asked.


‘Honestly, Pandora will win. Ellie might start off quick, but Pandora has the style to really hurt a girl when she gets tired’ Cora said. ‘I think she’ll win 2-0 in the end.’


‘Well that’s always the aim in a catfight, to beat her by hurting her, so I guess she has it right’ I told Cora.


‘Very true. And next week is my match at the Biker Club as well. I’m looking forward to that one. I’ve fought there twice before, and they love leather, fishnet and denim on a girl. I think I have just the outfit for it. Want to see?’ she asked me.


‘Sure, it’d be cool to see what you’ve got planned for it’ I agreed. I was interested to see her choice, but I was sure she would look hot for her match.



‘No peeking while I change into it’ Cora told me, though she was already half way out of her wrestling singlet. She wasn’t at all worried about me seeing her undressed now, she just wanted to give me the full wow effect of the outfit when she had it on. A couple of minutes later and she told me ‘you can look now Jack’ and I turned back to see the outfit which was pretty spectacular. Fishnet hold up stockings, a black leather look thong, and a denim shirt, tied at her belly button and ripped and torn so that it revealed about as much of her tits as it hid from view.


‘Amazing!’ I smiled. ‘I can see that they’re going to like you there’ I told her.


‘Thanks honey’ she beamed. ‘I really like it at that club, They look after fighters well there, so I always make a little extra effort for them’ she admitted. I just thought that she looked great, it was a shame I’d not get to see her fight in the outfit.


‘Anyway….I figure enough training for today?’ she said. ‘You don’t want to overdo it first time. We’ll work more intensively after my next fight’ Cora suggested.


‘Yeah, sounds like a good plan’ I agreed. ‘I’m going to find some good catfight films from the internet as well’ I told her. ‘I think I can learn a bit by watching them if I choose the right ones, because I’ve only seen two after all, and both of those were amazing thank you! But other fights might give me some other ideas too’ I said.


‘That’s a great idea Jack. You should do that and use the TV in here if you want to make sure you’re watching them privately. I’ll join you if I can too, to give you some pointers if you’d like?’ she smiled.


‘Thanks….that just sounds great’ I agreed with her.


* * *

The next few weeks passed in what had felt like a bit of a blur really. We had trained whenever time permitted us to do so, Cora slowly increasing the intensity of the sessions. She wasn’t in a rush to bring me up to speed too quickly though, knowing there was time before the Christmas gathering where I would fight.


We learned about Pandora’s fight with Ellie. The score had been 2-0 as Cora had predicted, but that had only been part of the story. Ellie had apparently been really close to winning the first fall with a clever choke and smother combination hold. Only Pandora’s experience and resilience had seen her get through it and finally use her long legs to subdue Ellie in a lengthy grinding head scissors hold. The second fall then had gone more to the script perhaps with Pandora doing a pretty thorough job of working Ellie’s tits over. She thought that Ellie had probably suffered an orgasm from the fierce tit work before she’d succumbed again between Pandora’s thighs. Something that didn’t really surprise Cora too much, but certainly gave her something to think about before their match. Not that she really had much time to dwell on it.


That was because we’d also heard from Kelly next about her even to be held nearer to Christmas. It was going to be on the 22nd and 23rd of December, once again using that impressive summer house as its venue. Although Kelly had called it a tournament, it was really to be a collection of fights, concentrating on light heavyweight and heavyweight fighters that Kelly would pair up based on her hunches about what would make a good match. I would fight on the evening of the 22nd in front of a small audience. Cora would likekly be paired with someone to fight on the 23rd allowing her to focus on me first, and then her own fight. All o the fights were going to be scheduled for a maximum of a half hour, so that everything would run to schedule, other than a ‘main event’ to be held last on each day. There would be scope for a private challenge fight to happen no the middle evening too alongside my fight, but nothing was set for that. It all sounded exciting, even without knowing too many details sill at this stage. ‘It’ll be interesting to see who Kelly gets to fight’ Cora had said. ‘A woman like Kelly is probably well connected. And if there’s private fights too, it’s likely that they could be woman who don’t usually fight, or do so in secret usually. Well, we’ll get to learn all about it eventually’ she smiled.


And then her match with Chelsie. She’d left that morning, smiling after I’d given her her first ever pre fight good luck kiss on the cheek. Having someone to share it with was good for her. She’d returned smiling that afternoon too, although I didn’t get chance to ask her about it until later in the evening.


‘So?’ I asked as we sat together in the lounge watching TV. Dad had an early one at work the next day so he’d left us to it, not having noticed the excitement written across his wife’s face for most of the evening. Well, I would ask the questions that he didn’t know enough about her to ask anyway.


‘Jack….let me set the scene for you. Their club is a private one in an old mill building on the outskirts of the city. Inside, well it’s a bar, but they can park their bikes in there. And the atmosphere in there is rife with alcohol, cigarette smoke and the smells of engine oil and gas. When it’s fight time, the bikers form a tight circle around the edge of the circular mats, then just part enough to let two ladies through from opposite sides of the room.


‘And do they….you know….touch or grope you as you make your way through?’ I asked, interested to understand the crowd dynamic.


‘Honestly, no. They’re just about the most respectful guys around the circuit. They just want to see good, fair, obviously dirty girl-fights’ she smirked. ‘So anyway, I’m first in to the circle, then Chelsie. She’s a sort of goth biker chick I suppose you’d say. Pale, dark hair and makeup, tattoos, about my height, bit heavier set than me. She’s barefoot in black leather look leggings and a little leather bra top. Kind of bikini-ish I suppose. Anyway, best of three falls, rules not so different to the fight you saw me in with Rochelle, and she’s a fast starter, all fists and slaps to start with, forcing me to cover up and not get stuck in against the wall of bikers around the mats. It’s just like getting stuck against the ropes really, you don’t want it’ she explained. ‘Her fast start had apparently blown a few girls away pretty quickly, but three minutes in she’s starting to get a bit tired, and I ducked one of her punches, grabbed her around the waist and kind of just dumped her face down on the mats so I could ride her there and start to tire her out. She wasn’t so sure what to do then, and I got her arms pinned up her back and then started to slap and punch her body, maul her. You know the kind of stuff’ she said.


‘Very well, I can picture it now!’ I agreed. I could also picture her excitement at retelling the story given how her nipples poked at her thin t-shirt!


‘Well not much tires quicker than a goth girl who’s halfway punched herself out, then got all tied up in a position she’d not used to’ Cora laughed. ‘So I just held her there, let her wriggle and kick and squirm. Let her moan like a little bitch to let her up and fight. I really tried to reach back and maul her pussy Jack. I wanted to hear her scream but those tight leggings were an issue, so I just had to choke her instead! One nil to me in about six minutes. The second fall, more or less a carbon copy’ she told me. ‘I admit she did actually get to work me against the bikers a couple of times early on in this fall...and she could throw a good punch. She was a streetfighter really I think. Probably more of a danger with less rules to restrict her I would say. Anyway, this time it took her a bit longer to wear down, then I started to toss her around by the hair some. She pulled my knotted shirt open, which nobody seemed to mind, then I really took it out of her with two slams, then just sat on her face to smother her until she submitted. She was pretty sore about it, but she lost fair and square really’ Cora told me.


‘It does seem like everyone hates to lose’ I smiled


‘Get used to that Jack. Most of the women who fight are proud bitches in their own way. They’re not used to losing, so when it happens, they can be pretty poor losers. You saw it with Rochelle. To be fair to her, Chelsie didn’t take is as badly as she did. She’d come round a bit by the time I left. Still called me a bitch, but she wasn’t so mad at me then’ Cora told me.


‘And now you’re ready for Pandora next?’ I asked her.


‘Really, I don’t know’ she admitted. ‘As ready as I can be though, yes. I actually talked to her on the way back today. I figured it was time to talk rules with her’ Cora told me.


‘Oh really? What did you decide?’ I asked her.


‘Just yet, nothing exactly. We’ve both made suggestions at the moment. The basics are agreed on. 2 out of 3 submissions to a finish. Pretty standard catfight rules as they were when I fought Rochelle. She would like to fight in heels which doesn’t really work for me. I countered with some sort of face and tit slapping contest in heels before we start. We’ve both agreed that we’ll fight in dresses and lingerie. Venue is going to be her nearest club, just you and her partner there to watch. We’re quite friendly off the mats, but I’m out to beat her up, and I know she wants to do exactly the same to me. It’ll be good Jack, I’m sure of it….the thought of fighting her excites me’ Cora told me candidly.


‘I can’t wait. With everything you’ve told me about her, I just know it will be an amazing fight!’ I agreed.