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Wrestling With Mum – A Seaside Storm

By Wolfboy

Early October in the Welsh seaside town of Tenby hardly seemed to be the most exciting place for us to be. The harbour was shrouded with a light mist, the wind whipped in from the sea with a cutting intensity, and the overall feel of the place was pretty bleak in it’s nature. The wind brought with a decided chill as we made our way from the car, parked at out overnight hotel, past the harbour. We didn’t feel the chill too much though. We were both looking forward to the red hot action that the evening promised. Unlike previously when I had changed at the venue, tonight, the short distance between hotel and venue, and maybe the extra confidence brought on by the darkness that had fallen on the small town meant that I’d prepared at the hotel. My first time dressed up in public, with Cora at my side clutching my hand to give me confidence, and I walked to the venue in the same long sleeved dress with it’s flared skirt and boots as before, today work with opaque tights and a borrowed coat of Cora’s. My red wig was hidden beneath the raised hood of the coat against the pervading cold drizzle, but I felt great, making my way slowly but surely to the club situated just a couple of streets off the sea front. Seemingly this was something of an industrial street with some small factory units, but it was actually once of the terraced houses that faced those units that we went in to. The middle house of a block of five terraced properties to be exact.

The reason that it was the middle house soon became pretty evident. Inside the door, we could see that the terrace either side had been knocked through into this one to make the main area of the club. Sound proofing was against the outer walls all around as well, all aimed at making sure the sound stayed as hidden as the activities that took place inside the building. ‘Follow me this way ladies’ the gentleman who opened the door said as we stepped inside. ‘The other two ladies are upstairs waiting for you’ he said to us. Evidently Cora had done a good job with my makeup to fool him on my behalf. We followed him upstairs to be shown to a kind of lounge area, and there was Pandora with her partner Ayesha. Cora hugged them both, introduce me, then I got hugged by them both as well. I noticed immediately that Pandora was a strong woman. Relations were obviously quite friendly between the two fighters, even as both gently taunted about what they’d do to each other.

‘Ladies, the room is free for you whenever you wish to start, and you have the two adjoining changing areas to use as well’ the gentleman from the door said, and then he left the room, leaving the four of us alone in the lounge. ‘I can’t wait to kick your arse again Cora’ Pandora sniped. Although she lived here in Wales now, her accent was still very much the product of southern England.

‘It’s ass Pandora….and it’s yours that’s getting kicked tonight’ Cora shot back with her Texan accent at it’s most prominent. I’d noted before how it seemed to strengthen at times of conflict, not matter how friendly.

‘Ass….arse’ Pandora laughed. ‘One of them is definitely getting kicked. And soon. Let’s get ourselves ready and give these two a show’ she said.

‘Sounds good to me’ Cora agreed.

‘We’ll go through and wait for you then’ Ayesha said, also a southern English accent about her. She led me into the room, and instantly the differences between this and Kelly’s venue in the summerhouse stood out to me. This wasn’t a light and spacious room. It was little more than a room of a house, with no windows, making me suspect it to be a custom built room, in a rearranged upper floor. It was lit more dimly, a small area of mats, and two small armchairs in the corner of the room. That was about it. It was unremarkable yet exciting at the same time. We took those two armchairs, and Ayesha asked me ‘what are you expecting today Jack?’

‘A hard and dirty fight from everything Cora has told me’ I replied.

‘She’s not wrong. In all my years fighting, I didn’t often come across anyone with quite the exquisitely dirty style of Pandora’ Ayesha said to me. ‘Cora can’t match her for that, but she is capable of out-wrestling her if she gets the chance.’

‘So you used to fight too?’ I asked her.

‘One and off. It was sort of a hobby for me which I enjoyed. And it did get me Pandora, even if she had to beat me up twice before she was totally sure’ Ayesha laughed.

‘So love at second fight I guess you could say’ I smiled.

‘Now you come to mention it….very good Jack’ she smiled back. ‘Now...today we’re just going to let the ladies settle it and not offer any advice or second them. Do you think that’s fair, woman to woman, as it should be?’ Ayesha asked me.

‘Very fair’ I agreed. The time was getting near for action. We could hear Cora and Pandora preparing in the two rooms that adjoined this one.

‘And I understand you’ve agreed to a mixed catfight haven’t you dear?’ Ayesha asked me. ‘With Kelly….you’re the brave one. She’s pretty good’ Ayesha told me. Her face showed some sympathy alongside the faint hint of amusement and excitement. She might not be totally sure it was a great idea for me, but she certainly understood my need to do it.

‘I saw Cora fight at her place, and we were talking. She offered the chance to do it a little more properly with her. I thought if I was to be of any real help to Cora in this, then I ought to try and understand it as best I could’ I explained. ‘I get she’s going to whip me’ I smiled wryly, ‘but I don’t know how else to get that knowledge really?’

‘Well, the fact you thought of it that way means you probably get enough of it already Jack. I’m pleased that Cora can confide in you a little now. I was always worried about her having to navigate this alone. We both like her. You won’t know it when you watch them fight though. Pandora is a bitch in a fight, and maybe that will bring it out a bit in Cora as well’ Ayesha confidently predicted. Then she thought for a moment. ‘I know you’re Jack….but you don’t look like a Jack right now. You’ve really carried off this look well, and Cora’s work with the makeup brush is so perfect on you. She’s subtly embellished you. Have you thought of being someone else when you’re dressed up? It might help you if you’re kind of playing a role with your fight’ she suggested.

‘I have thought about it. Cora and I have discussed it a bit, and she’d going to keep calling me Jack for now, to avoid any mistakes at home. But we talked about two names; Lexi and Evie. I don’t know which one I prefer to be honest’ I admitted.

‘You look more like an Eve or an Evie to me, rather than a Lexi’ she’d just managed to finish telling me before we were joined in the room by two women now eyeing each other with some intent. Pandora and Cora had changed, no longer in the casual attire of minutes before. Both had stretched, prepared, put on fine lingerie and dresses, heels, and now stood looking at each other as Ayesha stood up from next to me. She would apparently be some sort of unofficial mistress of ceremonies now. ‘So first of all, you don’t have a referee. You know the rules. No punching or kicking the face, and keep the elbows and knees to yourselves in that respect too. Don’t make me come and stop you….because I don’t fancy my chances in that respect’ she laughed. ‘Cora is 5’8 and 165lbs, 38D-28-40. Pandora is 6 feet, 177lbs, 36C-26-37. You’re going to have a pre match exchange of strikes in heels’ Ayesha said now. ‘A slap to the face with each hand, one tit slap, and one final unrestricted strike anywhere on the body. Then there will be a thirty second break to lose the heels. You’ll hear my timer. Fight hard and dirty then ladies. Cora, you’re the visiting fighter, so call heads or tails’ Ayesha said, flipping a coin.

‘Tails’ Cora said. Her eyes never left Pandora’s even as she had to look up to meet them.

‘Tails it is’ Ayesha confirmed. ‘Cora goes first. Ladies, both of you tie your hair up to allow good access to the face’ she said. Each woman did that without any question, still not breaking their eye contact with each other. ‘Left hand first Cora’ Ayesha said, coming back to her seat. Cora lined it up and cracked her palm off Pandora’s cheek, the whip crack sounds amplified in that small room it seemed to me. They needed no further guidance from Ayesha now. Pandora slapped Cora back just as hard. Both switched to the right hand, and it sounded to me like Cora maybe just got the better of that exchange. Dress bodices were pulled down now for the tit slap, which Pandora clearly had the better of, given the larger target area Cora afforded her to work with. Then it was on to the unrestricted body strike for each woman. Cora went first again, and she led off with an impressive knee to the stomach of Pandora, doubling her up for a moment with a groan. She straightened up with a wry smile on her face though, and perhaps tellingly, now was the time for her to take her shoes off it seemed. I realised that she was going to go with a kick, but the speed and brutality of it surprised me now I had to admit. Cora braced herself, widening her stance as she did so to resist the incoming blow; instead, Pandora switched the angle of her attack and delivered a punt to Cora’s crotch to land the single most telling blow of the pre fight. Possibly of the whole thing. The look of surprise registered on Cora’s face, just before she dropped to her knees, moaning in pain.

Pandora walked to where Cora was, took Cora’s shoes off for her, and quietly told her ‘thirty seconds….then you’re mine’. She was still smiling, but behind her eyes was a steel. Just as Ayesha had said, friendly enough or not, this was going to be a tough fight, and one in which Pandora, stood close to Cora in her white dress, concealing most of her white lingerie, only a pair of white stockings really visible had stolen an advantage. Cora was still on her knees, hands on her hips, desperately trying to recover her composure, the skirt of her pink dress pooled around her legs. Beneath it, I knew she wore nude hold up stockings and a pink thong. I also knew that the time was about to strike thirty seconds, and Pandora was the only woman looking ready to fight as she stood impassively behind Cora. The timer sounded on Ayesha’s phone, and without any compassion, Pandora went straight for Cora, taking a rough handful of hair and simply dragging her backwards into the centre of the room. A kick to the body took the wind out of Cora for the moment, and still with that double handful of hair, she simply plunged on to Cora, pinning her to the mat beneath her body.

Off her feet and pinned, Cora wasn’t in the wrestling fight that she would have hoped for. Instead this was just a brutal display of catfighting to open the fight from Pandora. Cora wasn’t quite able to stop her from getting the straddle, content to sit low on her stomach, and with both hands in the hair, Pandora banged the back of Cora’s head off the mats twice, to subdue her that little bit more. Cora groaned again, though this time tried to get her own hand into Pandora’s hair only for the blonde to flick it out her range again, bounce Cora’s head once more, then drop forward to get her tits in Cora’s face for the smother, both hands still in her hair. Now this was catfighting plain and simple. With Pandora straddling Cora’s belly, her legs splayed wide to give her a base to really grind Cora into the mats, my step mum really had no leverage to use to roll her. Pandora lay there for a moment, but she was not a woman to be passive in a fight; after a moment, one hand was out of Cora’s brunette locks so that it could hammer twice into her ribs with some force. Cora moaned ‘bitch’, Pandora retook the double grip of hair again, then bounced Cora’s head on the mats again before carefully repositioning her tits squarely in Cora’s face. ‘Shut it, and suck on those!’ she told Cora. Cora’s response was to grab hair now, right on the top of Pandora’s head and pull as best as she could. At the same time, she swung a punch into the blonde’s side but it was a weak effort; Pandora’s arm was carefully positioned on her bicep I noticed, so that the punch could only carry the force Cora could muster by flexing her arm at the elbow.

Pandora took the punch, then swung back with one of her own, delivered with more force, the dull thud as it struck her ribs was clear in the room and Cora moaned again, though she was muffled by the tits in her face. Pandora just ground down on her, reasserting her grip of Cora’s hair so that both of her arms rode on Cora’s biceps now to deny her of any real power in counter. Now the blonde used her position to pull at Cora’s long brunette hair, harshly pulling handfuls in two differing directions at once. Cora moaned again, and tried to bridge, lifting her body with Pandora on it a little. Pandora went with it, rose a little more when Cora’s bridge reached it’s pean, then dropped her butt back on Cora’s stomach to flatten her to the mat, before re-establishing that harsh double handed hair grip. She ground down on Cora again, tits in her face, the hair pull making sure she wasn’t escaping the smother anytime soon. Again Cora swung a punch that landed with little power behind it.

‘Come on Miss Wrestler’ Pandora taunted, ‘wrestle your way out of it!’ she challenged as Cora tried to bridge again. This time it was cut off before it really got anywhere though by Pandora bouncing the back of her head off the mats again. That already looked like a staple move for Pandora from this position, and it had Cora well under control as Pandora sent another punch into her body. Cora kicked her feet, and tried to swing her knees back to hit Pandora’s body, but they came up short of the mark, and the early domination continued. Cora groaned as Pandora worked the double handed hair pull again now, and then using it as her grip, she levered Cora’s upper body off the mats a little, knee walked a foot forward, and plunged back to force her back to the mats hard. ‘Fucking bitch’ Cora whined, swinging a slightly more solid punch into Pandora’s body now, before the blonde retook her position with her arms on those biceps again to prevent her following it up with any great power. Slowly, Pandora was shifting her weight forward a little more as well, making sure her tits rode heavier in Cora’s face. The status quo remained that way for a moment now. Pandora was happy that a long smother would weaken Cora even if it didn’t finish her. Cora was still trying to bridge and buck, something Pandora was happy with, riding the undulations of Cora’s body without ever really looking in any great danger of getting dislodged.

‘Pandora has control now’ Ayesha whispered quietly to me, her words oddly arousing to me. ‘She’s got Cora hurt a little, tired, and now she’s really going to get stuck into her I think’

I just nodded in reply, because that was definitely how I saw it as well, and Ayesha’s prior experience of her partners fighting style wasn’t to be discounted. I knew Cora was tough, but she had to get out from under Pandora at some point or she’d just be soaking up a beating to the point of submission. Again, Pandora used that move where she pulled Cora’s head and shoulders up, really by the hair, then plunged to flatted her again. It was effective, constantly driving Cora in to the mat, keeping her dazed and wearing her down. The punches did that too, another couple landing in Cora’s body to a single solid reply from Cora. This time, Pandora didn’t push her hand back into the hair straight away. Instead, it went to rip the thin shoulder strap on Cora’s left shoulder, the sound of ripping fabric clear as she tore the bodice part across from the shoulder strap as well. We couldn’t see it from our position, but that exposed a sizeable chunk of Cora’s pink satin bra and of course more breast with less coverage to attack.

Pandora surprised us a little by not going straight to it though. Instead, when that hand came back towards Cora’s head, it was slid around her throat for a moment, the gasp from Cora confirming a straight up choke was applied. Cora had to defend against that, desperately pulling away at Pandora’s arm for a few seconds, before the blonde broke the choke off herself, punched Cora in the ribs, and reapplied the double handed hair grab to bash the back of her head off the mats again.

‘Tired of you fucking doing that, bitch!’ Cora moaned.

‘Stop whining and do something about it then’ Pandora countered. I was surprised to see that five minutes had gone by so far in the fight. Five minutes that Cora had spent on her back do far, pretty much getting beaten up. The taunt made her look to fight it again, a couple of those punches sent into Pandora’s body, a futile attempt to tit maul her which she could get no leverage for, and then a more frantic burst of energy, trying to bridge and roll her, but that wide base, and the way she was positioned just made the blonde so hard to move. Now the energy just went out of Cora’s attempt and she was punished for it as Pandora actually got her tits out of Cora’s face, but only to allow her the space to deliver a fast flurry of slaps and punches to Cora’s left breast. Cora moaned loudly, knowing that she was getting beaten down slowly. Pandora went digging inside her pink satin bra, found the left nipple, twisted and pinched it, then put her tits right back in Cora’s face. It was enough to intensify Cora’s moans of pain certainly, even if it wasn’t going to force a submission just yet. The only surprise to me at this point was that Pandora hadn’t gone back to the crotch just yet, following the surprise cunt punt that had begun Cora’s demise from the off. But the pattern continued; tit smother, nipple squeeze, broken off to punch Cora’s body, the double hair pull and head bounce. It was simple yet highly effective. Even I realised, as I watched Cora’s body, the way Pandora sat heavily on her all made it tougher for her to catch her breath. Pandora pulled Cora’s bra strap down on to her upper left arm now, just another slight restriction for her to deal with as Pandora went back to work on the nipple.

‘Typical Yank on your back for a superior British bitch!’ Pandora sniped now. Telling perhaps that there was no real retort from Cora, other than a weak punch to the body. She moaned loudly though as Pandora worked a little more furiously on the nipple again.

‘I think Pandora has broken Cora’s first layer of resistance’ Ayesha whispered to me quietly. ‘She’s admitting that the nipple work is effective now, but not that she’s really hurt by it just yet’. Once again, I enjoyed having someone able to help me understand some of the psychology of it again.

I took the chance to ask a question of my own now. ‘Why do you think Pandora hasn’t gone back to the crotch yet?’ I whispered back to Ayesha.

‘I think that she will. She’s just happy that this is wearing Cora right down just now though’ the older woman told me. She was right, we could all see it, as she desperately tried to swing her legs up to hit Pandora with her knees again. Just as before though they fell short. Cora’s breathing was heavy and strained, perhaps the overriding sound in the room right now, as she gathered herself and then swung her legs again. This time Pandora had been waiting on it, having broken off her nipple work for a moment, and she swatted a stinging slap into Cora’s thigh before her legs went back to the mat. Cora took the chance to grab Pandora’s hair, doing it with her left arm position to make it hard, but not impossible, for Pandora to get back on to her nipple. I don’t think Pandora was too bothered by that in fairness; she slapped Cora’s arm, her face, her body, and then settled on her face as her regular target. The noise of those slaps filled the room now, each slap carefully finding Cora’s cheek with enough force to sting her. Enough force after six hand landed to make her abandon her hair pull, and look to defend herself from them. That just invited Pandora’s hand back on to her throat, choking her, and the cycle of needing to defend that desperately was picked up on by the chance in the tone of her breathing. Cora was under pressure, and she took a little bit longer this time to force that dangerous hand from her throat. She was worn down a little more, and then took a heavy slap to the face. ‘Fuck…’ she moaned loudly.

Pandora ignored her, slowly shifting her position so that her weight was more to Cora’s right hand side. The implication of that were pretty obvious to me as more of Cora’s left side was presented to attack by the shift in position. Cleverly though, Pandora looked to control Cora’s left arm now. Her body was pretty effectively pinning the right, and she grabbed Cora’s thumb on her heft hand, twisting it painfully to reduce her resistance as it was pushed above her head and into the grasp, through her own brunette locks, of Pandora’s own left hand. Cora moaned again at realising that she was pretty defenceless now, and Pandora just made sure that she realised it, just pushing a hand into her face it looked like to me.

‘A hand smother’ Ayesha whispered.

‘Is that a thing?’ I asked, also in a whisper.

‘Very much’ she nodded quietly. It wasn’t a thing for long though. Pandora was enjoying her opportunity to attack and pulled fiercely at the left cup of Cora’s bra, clearing wanting to make it a little less well fitting to give her more access to Cora’s tit. Then the body punches started, positioned more to the side, Pandora had a better target area as she sent in four hard punches undefended. ‘Gmmmghhfff!’ Cora moaned as that fourth one landed. ‘Submit’ Pandora said. It wasn’t a demand, just a question as she drew her fist back to punch again. Cora answered it with a heavy slap in Pandora’s face, having finally managed to wriggle her hand free. Then she tried to push her hand into a defensive position covering her body from the punches. It was hardly the most effective defence though; Pandora just went to the nipple again. ‘OWWWW….bitch!’ Cora moaned, moving to defend there. Pandora shifted her target back to the body, still punching through the fabric of Cora’s pink dress. I was sure she’d have liked that out of the way, but it hardly hindered her. Cora decided then on attack not defence, going with another slap to the face. Pandora tit punched her hard, and then when Cora’s hand hovered above her breast defensively, there it was. A straight punch to the crotch from Pandora. ‘MMMNNGHHH!’ Cora moaned, louder now, and she was in trouble as Pandora used that thumb twist to control her left hand back into the grip of her own left hand.

Now Pandora targeted the face, slapping both cheeks to start with, before just opening up with multiple slaps to Cora’s left cheek. She tried to turn her head from it, but she was just getting worked over while she was anchored in place by her beautiful long hair. Just as it seemed the face was Pandora’s sole target here, she showed she could surprise Cora, delivering a crotch punch again, and with her senses reeling from that, Pandora went back to the choke again. This time the desperation in Cora’s eyes was matched by the frantic movements of her body as she tried to get free. She couldn’t free her hand to help, and she’d got no obvious other means of escape as she tried to bridge desperately. Only one thing saved her from submission right here, and it was purely the fact that Pandora didn’t want to finish the fall off this way. The blonde knew that Cora’s resistance was almost through, but that switching positions always carried some risk with it against a good wrestler. Pandora knew just how to subdue a woman though; she rose off Cora to an extent, then thoroughly winded her by dropping a knee right on her stomach. ‘MMMMFFFF!’ Cora groaned loudly, largely not moving as Pandora got off her now, and grabbed the other shoulder strap of Cora’s dress, and ripped that just ad effectively as she had with the initial shoulder strap, finally finishing off with another rip of the bodice to fully expose Cora’s pink satin bra.

This was another glimpse in to the true nature of real catfighting for me. Despite their friendly enough nature pre-fight, there was no quarter given on the mats, and Pandora had chosen to destroy Cora’s dress, not just remove it. That further rip of the bodice had rendered it more or less useless now, though it was actually still largely in place as Pandora got back into Cora’s hair, controlling her and pulling her into a half seated position, just so she could step into position to wrap her thighs around Cora’s head and go back to the mat in a tight head scissors hold. Immediately Cora moaned loudly, though she moved her hands to Pandora’s legs, targeting her crossed ankles to try and escape. Perhaps unwittingly, perhaps now, Pandora had taken it back to wrestling and given Cora a shot at an escape. She didn’t seem too concerned by it though as she tit slapped Cora a couple of times, then started to pull at the right cup of her bra to loosen that up as well. All the time, she ignored Cora pulling at her legs, until Cora actually broke the hold. Then the blonde showed that she was ready for that eventuality all along, snatching Cora by the hair and wrenching her back into the scissor hold straight away.

Now she upped the power as Cora moaned ‘fucking hell!’, and started to look for the choking scissor hold, pulling Cora’s head back by the hair, and trying to slide her legs tighter around Cora’s neck. A dangerous hold, assisted by that firm grip of the hair, and Cora cried out, feeling the strain. She tried to bridge and now Pandora unloaded right hands into her body to flatten the bridge before she flexed her thighs. Cora slapped and scratched at her legs, a desperation move as she knew she had to escape. Then Pandora clamped on the hand smother once more, and the game was almost up for a one sided fall as Cora struggled against it for a moment longer, then tapped at Pandora’s legs to admit that she submitted. Pandora pushed Cora out from between her legs roughly, stood up, and calmly walked back to her side of the room, while Cora struggled on the mat for a short while before she made her feet. Predictably the top of her dress fell away as she stood, and given the threat of the dress falling around her legs when the action recommenced, she decided to step out of it and flick it off the mats. Her body was showing the marks where Pandora’s fists had tested her resilience, but she was at least on her feet, wearing her pink thong, damaged pink bra and nude hold up stockings. That were still holding station on her legs admirably at this point.

The timer sounded, all too soon I was sure for Cora, and the second fall began, this time with Pandora having to be a little more cautious. She as still fully dressed at this point, and I’m pretty sure she was quite happy to keep it that way. It was to everyone’s surprise in the room then I think that Cora actually started out the session the better as she impressed with a fast start. It was likely fraught with risk for her with little left in the tank after that first fall, but she landed a couple of good slaps to the body, then caught Pandora around the waist and marched her back to the wall. Pandora clipped a slap into the side of her left breast, but then she was thrown by Cora, using her strength and wrestling technique to good effect. She moved quickly enough to catch Pandora rising as well, and that saw the blonde controlled with a front headlock as Cora leaned her weight in to her and stopped her from getting right back up. Cora knew she had to fight and look to even up the damage done by Pandora to her, and she sent a couple of sold punches into her body from that position. Pandora groaned, but she wasn’t troubled too much as Cora pulled her back upright now, and threw her again, this time with some sort of suplex. I could see that of the two women, it was Cora breathing the heavier, but nevertheless, she was at least getting through to Pandora at the moment.

‘Get up you bitch!’ she told the blonde, though her intention was never to allow that, instead just running into Pandora to knock her flat again as she got half way up. Now Cora dropped on to her, a splash of sorts, and she grabbed the hair, looking to force Pandora into a tight headlock. Pandora countered now though, her own grip of the hair threatening to force Cora’s head into the prison provided by her white stocking clad legs. Cora had a decision to make now. She couldn’t afford to get trapped again in the head scissors, so she elected to turn her attempt for the headlock free, and force the blonde up by her hair. There she held both the bodice of her white dress and the hair, using the former almost like a judo player’s Gi to roll her up and over her hip, and again she dropped into a position to attack, this time looking for a reverse face sit that Pandora had to avoid a little desperately by turning her head to the side so that Cora was sat on her cheek. That might not have been a position for a submission, but it was a dominant one that she could use to attack and she ripped open the bodice of Pandora’s white dress to reveal the white lace bra that we’d seen briefly in the pre fight round. Then Cora sunk into her tits with some enthusiasm, looking to maybe force a submission from her tit mauling. That was something Pandora flatly denied though, but still Cora worked those tits like she was planning on taking at least one of them home with her right now. Her focus on that work, effective as it was, caught her out though after she’d got in a solid minute of tit mauling. She failed to spot, or failed to defend against the long legs of her blonde opponent, swung up to wrap around her then force her off her throne on Pandora’s face to sprawl to the mat between them. Quick to react, Cora at least was able to break free of any potential scissor hold, but she was back on an even keel with Pandora, on their knees and exchanging slaps to face and body for the moment. And Cora was tiring; that opening round beatdown had taken it’s toll of her. As her slaps started to just run out of steam, Pandora’s gained in intensity, and she was forced into a clinch at the centre of the mats on her knees. Unfortunately for her, Pandora was not in the mood for clinching. As Cora wrapped her arms around her, the blonde went low and sent a punch into her body. Cora was suddenly trying to look for a way out, and instead she was pushed to her back by Pandora who dived quickly to try for the crucifix hold.

‘This is her favourite’ Ayesha whispered, before looking a bit surprised as Cora countered quickly to escape from the attempt.

‘We worked on that one’ I whispered back to her, and nodded knowingly. Still on the mats, Pandora may not have taken that hold, but she still maintained control thanks to a liberal handful of hair that arrested Cora’s progress, then roughly yanked her to her back. Pandora struck, a chopping thrust to the chest area that snatched a bit of the fight from Cora I thought, but she rolled back slightly and almost caught Pandora in a head scissors that the blonde narrowly avoided, shoving Cora’s legs away. And then, it was the beginning of the end for Cora. She rolled to get to her feet, and found that Pandora was ready to chop her down with a hard clothesline that lifted her off her feet and dropped her on her back at the centre of the room. Pandora sort of hovered nearby, waiting for Cora to start to rise a little, then she showed once again that she was more than prepared to be cruel as she sent a kick into Cora’s belly to roll her to her back. ‘The street bitch in her coming out’ Ayesha told me. I believed her.

In the end, Pandora used neither of the moves we’d worked on to actually finish Cora off. It was something much more basic that that; the blonde knew that Cora was tired, so she went for the simple but reliable reverse face sit. In place on Cora’s face, her white dress pooled around Cora’s face to make sure that there was no way to see the anguish that was undoubtedly etched on it as Pandora went to work on her tits. Again she liked to rip and pull at her bra itself first, before pulling both breasts from their pink satin cups. Then she really went to work on them, tit mauling like she was really out to put the hurt on Cora if she didn’t submit. Which she didn’t, not straight away, because she was too proud and stubborn just to give up so easily. Pandora didn’t really care though, it just gave her a chance to punish Cora some more before the submission, which would come soon enough she knew. She just kept on working those great tits until my step mum could take it no more, and she would submit, tapping furiously at the mat and moaning ‘I fucking submit!’

‘You sure bitch? I’m really comfortable sat here?’ Pandora taunted her, but actually she did get off Cora pretty much straight away, giving her a few moments to compose herself before she helped her up with a hug. Cora wasn’t exactly thrilled with her performance in the fight, but she also wasn’t going to be a sore loser about, as I’d seen Rochelle be with her previously. Instead, she and Pandora chatted for a few minutes on the mats before they went to change again, and Cora would return to the hotel a little lighter than when she’d left, having decided that the dress she’d worn for the fight was beyond salvaging so she would leave it in the trash, as she liked to call it, at the club.

Left alone in the room, Ayesha remarked to me ‘It’s evenings like this that make me miss it you know Evie….the thrill of meeting a like minded woman that you don’t always know, and just trying to wear each other out by any means allowed.’

‘I think that I’m understanding that appeal more and more each time I see it’ I said to her. ‘It must be a difficult thing to just pull away from?’ I asked her.

‘It is. Though I as too old and slow in the end. Each match just took it out of me more and took me longer to recover from. It was the right time to quit for me’ Ayesha confirmed. ‘You know’ Ayesha said now, ‘Cora and Pandora really aren’t so far apart in ability as that fight might have suggested. Cora is, well, maybe a bit too nice at times’ Ayesha suggested. ‘Not as a person. It’s great that she’s so lovely, but as a fighter, she might just need to be a bit more mean and ruthless sometimes.’

‘I see’ I agreed. I wasn’t sure if it was necessary to be mean to be a good cat fighter, but there was no arguing with Ayesha’s experience in the field. ‘She is a bit more reluctant to fight dirty at times’ I admitted, ‘like she really enjoys using those wrestling skills’

‘She does, and they are a big help to her. But it’s not always just wrestling’ Ayesha smiled.

‘Very true’ I agreed. If there was was one thing that I’d really learned so far, it was that this was very much not just wrestling. ‘Humour me Ayesha...what was the move that you hated having done to you more than anything? I’m trying to work out what I should try and do to Kelly if I get the chance’ I smiled.

‘Well I admire that you’re actually thinking of what offense you might get in Evie’ Ayesha replied. ‘You are going with Evie aren’t you?’ she checked.

‘I think so. You seem to think it’s right for me so why not’ I agreed.

‘Well for what it’s worth, the thing that really got to me was….’ and then her phone chimed and she looked at the screen for a moment and then smiled ‘well, it looks like we’ll see you at Kelly’s event because Pandora has been invited to fight there too. Kelly’s events are always so good, so it should be quite something to see. She always seems to have a couple of surprise matches up her sleeves’ Ayesha smiled. Pandora and Cora returned to the room now and I thought that my chance had gone to learn what Ayesha thought I should do to Kelly given the chance as the conversation turned quickly to the event and what might happen. We made plans to try and meet up on the eve of the event in London if we could, before Cora and I prepared to leave the club and head back to the hotel again. Just before we left though, Ayesha whispered to me ‘rip the old bag’s tits off Evie. That’s what to do if you get chance!’ I smiled at her advice, and could only hope I’d get the chance to bring it in to play at some point!

Then we made the short walk back to the hotel around the edge of the harbour. Once again, moving slowly but stylishly, Cora’s hand in mine just to help guide my movements a little.

‘Now you’ve seen how it can go the other way too Jack’ she said to me. She wasn’t downcast at having lose, it was just a matter of fact that she’d lost the fight to Cora. ‘I’ll be sore for a few days, but actually not much different to the previous fight you saw. It’s just the nature of it’ Cora admitted.

‘Pandora is a tough one isn’t she?’ I said. ‘They seem nice though’

‘When she’d not kicking your ass, yeah, she’s a lovely woman’ Cora laughed. ‘Be interesting to see her fight at this event of Kelly’s’ Cora said. ‘And you know Jack, I’ve been thinking, it’s been a long time since I’ve been back home in Texas. I think in the New Year, I’m going to plan a trip out there if you’d like to come? Meet some old friends, see some old haunts, and get some fights too if I can. There’s usually plenty going on on the scene over there, so I’m sure I can get some private fights at least’ she told me.

‘Well, I’d love to come if it works for you’ I told Cora. ‘What’s it like, fighting out there?’ I asked her.

‘Not super different to here really’ she told me. ‘Main thing I remember if that they don’t really believe in weight classes like here. You just fight anyone if you want it and they want it. Apart from that, not so much is different. I’m sure there’s some tough bitches. It’s exciting!’ she said. I could see that her eyes were alive with the whole idea of it.

‘It sounds it’ I agreed with her. ‘Once the December event is done, then maybe we should plan it properly?’ I said as we went back to the hotel.

‘I think we should Jack’ Cora said. ‘I’ll plan the travel...you can start looking for fighters to take on. I’ll show you how to...don’t worry!’

So it was a plan, but first of all we’d see what was in store for us at Kelly’s event.