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Welcome To The Big Leagues

By Wolfboy

Jemma’s introduction to professional catfighting with a ‘friend’ doesn’t go as planned

Jemma was ready. She was convinced of that fact. Ready to make her debut in the world of championship catfighting, and she didn’t want to wait a moment longer than was strictly necessary to make that debut. Beth felt it too, but she was a little more cautious, knowing that the right opponent and the right deal was still important. She didn’t disagree with the sentiment though; Beth felt Jemma to be just about as ready for it as she could be.

Enter Claire into the equation, and the woman Jemma still thought of as an honorary auntie almost seemed to offer the perfect situation to make a public debut. ‘I’m going to be having an exhibition match just to show I’m ready for the Smythe Lightweight Title again Jemma. I’m renting the Smythe mansion for the night, just to really get the message home. How about I get you a fight as my warm up act?’ she suggested to Jemma.

‘Could you Claire? That would be perfect!’ Jemma gushed, seeing her opportunity to get a first bout at the Smythe Mansion under her belt. A chance to make her mark and get to show just what she could do.

‘Of course I can’ Claire reassured her, a smile on her face. Her eyes were alive too with the thought of getting Jemma her first big break in catfighting. So Jemma and Beth thought anyway. Claire’s eyes were alive with something, but it was mischief that they were alive with, just as was so often the case with Claire. A plan had formed hastily in her mind. Sure, she’d had an opponent in mind for the evening, a tough middleweight fighter to provide her a test and prove her credentials for a run at the Smythe title itself even. Why not shortcut that though? She was pretty sure if she fought Jemma instead, she’d have a chance to go straight to the top and a fight for the World Title against Emma. That it would be an angry Emma was all the better; that guaranteed that there would be mistakes that Claire could capitalise on in their title fight.

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Jemma arrived at the Smythe Mansion with Beth, feeling a little on edge. It wasn’t her first time there, or her first time fighting, but a big match at a prestigious venue was something to be noted. She knew, technically private event or not, this was a prime opportunity for her to be noticed and maybe get her way into the world of Smythe catfighting. She found her way to the changing room she’d been assigned to, and settled in, knowing that she was to be in the second match of the evening. A TV screen in the room meant that she and Beth would be able to watch the opening fight, a scheduled heavyweight bout, while preparing for her debut. Those plans were put on hold just a little by Claire knocking at their changing room door just a few moments later. When Beth let her in, Claire was wearing the look of a worried woman.

‘Jemma, Beth…..there’s a problem. I don’t know how to tell you this, but neither of our opponents have shown up! The show is a mess, and we don’t have a fight, unless we fight each other!’ she said, looking for all the world like that wasn’t something she wanted to do.

‘Oh no! I mean you need to fight so you can make a move towards the Smythe Title don’t you Claire? And I want to get noticed. Will it work if you fight me?’ Jemma asked, pointing out ‘it’s not like I’m well known.’

‘I think it’ll have to’ Claire said. ‘Otherwise we simply don’t have a fight to have.’ Then she sealed the deal deftly. ‘Look Jemma, fighting in public at the highest level isn’t easy. Wouldn’t it at least be best to do that first of all with someone you know is going to look out for you?’ Claire pointed out, a look of concern on her face.

‘Well then, lets do it’ Jemma smiled, sure that fighting Claire, woman she hadn’t yet learned not to trust implicitly, was a good plan and not at all one fraught with risk.

‘You’re a life saver Jemma’ Claire smiled, giving the redhead a hug. ‘Well, I’ll see you in the ring I guess’ Claire told her. ‘They’ll tell you the rules out there but it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Oh yeah, and don’t wear too much…..you’ll make a bigger impression that way as you’re totally gorgeous Jemma. And…..take it easy on me…...promise?’ she laughed.

‘I promise’ Jemma laughed too, as Claire left the room.

Beth had watched the discussion with a little more detachment than Jemma had perhaps been able to achieve, but she was also fairly sure Claire’s intentions were genuine. ‘Be careful out there’ she allowed though, not totally comfortable with the situation. ‘I know it’s Claire. I know you trust her, but just be a little bit wary’ she suggested.

‘I always am’ Jemma smiled, ‘you know that. But it’s Claire…..come on, what’s she going to do to me? Fuck me in front of everyone?’ she laughed…..

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Now Jemma stood in the ring of the main fight room of the Smythe Mansion, that level of confidence in her just starting to wane a little as she waited there for Claire to appear. There was almost a full house in attendance, certainly well over 200 people surrounding the ring, preparing to watch the main event of the evening. She’d walked into the ring to little more than a polite smattering of applause too. This was a crowd here to watch Claire in action it seemed. Jemma had garnered a little more interest when she’d elected to disrobe before going into the ring though. She’d taken Claire’s advice not to wear too much to heart, not that she’d been planning much else anyway. Her lingerie of thong and three quarter cup bra was totally see through mesh covered with fine lace detail in gold, creating the image almost of small slivers of gold plate stuck to her body. That drew a gasp from the crowd, bringing a smile to Jemma’s lips before she waited those few moments in the ring for Claire.

Then she was there; the current Smythe Lightweight champion, walking confidently to the ring wearing a long black robe and lipstick in a deep red colour that seemed to glint beneath the lights as she smiled to the crowd. Her long black hair was straight and glossy, and she seemed to really ooze with confidence as she made the last few steps to the ring, threw Jemma a stern look, then smiled and gave her a cute little wave as if to reassure the redhead before she got up onto the apron. Jemma looked on, thinking that Claire’s entrance had been almost like that of a professional wrestler, one able to hold the attention of the crowd in the palm of her hand as she remained on the apron, looking out at them. Then she gave a hint of her agile nature, quickly ducking through the ropes into the ring to her near to her corner, allowing the ring announcer to take centre stage. Claire smiled sweetly at the redhead, knowing that she was just about to get her first idea of what she really had in-store for her. And despite it, she also knew that Jemma would fight her nevertheless. She was her mother’s daughter after all, and whatever Claire thought of Emma, she knew that running from a fight wasn’t in that family’s nature.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is our main event. It is a no time limit match set for three falls, all of which will be fought regardless of the score. It is an anything goes match with no referee and the final fall to be fought nude. And the loser will get fucked publicly at the end of the fight’ the announcer told the crowd who buzzed with excitement and anticipation of the rules already. At the same time, Jemma’s face dropped into a scowl and she turned to discuss this sudden development with Beth as it became clear to her that she had been duped!

‘First of all, allow me to introduce to you, the daughter of World Catfighting Champion Emma Baines, this is Jemma Baines’ the announcer said, suddenly turning this crowd on to just who the gorgeous redhead was. The crowd saw it just as Jemma had a few moments earlier; this was a power move by Claire, pure and simple. ‘Jemma is 19 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 147lbs, 36D-23-36 and has a record of 15 wins and 2 losses’ the announcer finished as the crowd cheered her a little more enthusiastically now. ‘And her opponent’ the announcer picked up now, turning a little to face Claire. ‘She is the current, reigning Smythe Lightweight Champion, fighting tonight in a private challenge catchweight fight, Claire Voss. Claire is 28 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, 132lbs, measures 34DD-25-36 and has a record of 18 wins, 8 losses and 1 draw.’ Now Claire disrobed to the great interest of the crowd to reveal a largely backless mesh body suit in pure white. Angelic looking attire for a woman who very obviously had no angelic intent.

There was no referee, there would be no further instructions , other than those that came from Beth for Jemma. ‘Fight the bitch hard Jem….she’s not your friend. She’s a sneaky bitch!’ she told her girlfriend, just in case the redhead hadn’t noticed it. The hungry eyes of Claire across the ring as the bell rang would have told her everything she needed to know anyway; the jet haired jezabel had a clear intent; destroy the redhead who had trusted her so much...too much, and get her title shot at Emma!

‘Don’t think of this as personal’ Claire just about had finished saying before Jemma’s right hand crashed into her cheek. A heavily swung slap that rang out through the arena was followed by a ferocious assault by Jemma as the redhead powered forward and put everything into her opening salvo. Slaps stung the skin of the jet haired lightweight as she learned that Jemma may not match her for experience, but she was a dangerous and powerful fighter, strong for her size. A punch clipped Claire in the ribs as Jemma used her size to bully her back towards the ropes. Claire shot back, a short punch, straight to the body as she felt her back touch the ring ropes but Jemma barely seemed to register it, continuing to press her attack as a slap to the face sent Claire reeling down the ropes. The crowd was already on it’s feet in parts of the ring room, thrilled by this ferocious opening by the young redhead who pursued Claire down the ropes to trap her in the corner. Again the jet haired fighter showed experience, stopping a right hook aimed for her jaw by Jemma, then sending another punch straight to the redhead’s belly. That one seemed to explode right off the waistband but still it took no real effect visibly on Jemma who used the hair to pin Claire into the corner and started to maul her DDs as she leant her body into her.

Claire gritted her teeth, not wanting to show the young upstart that she was hurting her in this opening moment of the fight. She was well held in place though, hair gripped around the top ring rope for added effect by Jemma who broke off her maul and lashed a chop across Claire’s big breasts with a look of determination etched on her face. Claire tried to tread on her foot, finding the young redhead too nimble on her feet in this opening stint for it to work. Jemma worked the breast maul again, using her nails, knowing that the woman who she’d considered to be a friend until mere moments earlier wouldn’t hesitate to do the same to her given the chance. There was a satisfying moan from Claire, quiet but audible to Jemma in close proximity, but then the wily lightweight champion tried to grapevine Jemma’s left leg, hoping to use that entanglement to force the redhead to topple to the mat. Again, Jemma proved too strong and nimble for it, shaking off the attempt, but she realised it was only a matter of time, in such close quarters, before Claire would succeed with an attempt. As she set up to whip Claire to the opposite corner, again the jet haired jezabel struck with a short sharp punch to the body once more. This time, there was a little groan from Jemma, the first sign perhaps of Claire's unerringly accurate and pretty hard punching just starting to take a little toll of the redhead. Claire smiled thinly, just before she was fired out of the corner by Jemma with an impressive force, coming to a shuddering stop against the opposite set of turnbuckles.

Jemma was fighting with her heart, not her head at this point, but she rushed in successfully, splashing Claire against the turnbuckles hard, knocking the wind out of her. There as a growing confidence in Jemma as she looked to repeat the dose after firing Claire back into the corner from where she’d just came. Later, she would swear that she heard Beth telling her not to do it, just as she had launched herself at Claire, looking for a second avalanche against the corner posts. It was one chance too many for now with an experienced fighter like Claire who shifted deftly out of the way and Jemma hit nothing but turnbuckle; a harsh and sudden halt to her momentum. She gasped for air, chest first there against the turnbuckles, and Claire struck almost straight away. Two punches hammered in to Jemma’s lower back, hard accurate blows designed to hurt her, sap her of a little bit of fight, and then she dragged her out of the corner in a headlock that included a very solid handful of hair. Claire still had to struggle every inch of the way towards centre ring, finding Jemma’s strength a handful in the early going, but the jet haired fighter knew how to subdue a woman. It took a short right hand up into the face to stun Jemma, a flick of the hip to send her to the mat as the headlock was released, and then as soon as she landed flat on her back, the cruellest of heel stomps to the belly to leave Jemma gagging for air.

Now Claire would show her experience as a fighter to bring this opening fall to a quick enough conclusion. She immediately peeled Jemma off the mat by her flame red hair and made as if to lead her towards the ring ropes. Instead, there was a groan from Jemma who was led no more than one step before Claire nonchalantly flicked a back heel kick up into her crotch. Jemma’s legs wobbled as she reached for her crotch, and she would have dropped to her knees but for Claire’s restraining hand wrapped up in her hair. Instead, she was surprised to be lifted with some ease by the smaller woman, Claire showing she lacked nothing in power, before she slammed Jemma hard at the centre of the ring. As soon as Jemma landed, Claire hitched up the back of her white body suit, effectively giving herself a wedgie, before she dropped unceremoniously into a reverse face sit. The thinking behind the self wedgie was clear now; maximum contact between her ass and pussy and Jemma’s face, but without stripping herself. Her base was side too, making sure she sat there heavily, smothering Jemma effectively as she just started to roll her hips and grind her pussy on Jemma. The angelically clad jet haired devil now taunted ‘this is how you do it right? Well, how does it feel?’ knowing that she was using Jemma’s own move on her.

Her response was a long, muffled moan from Jemma, and a bridge to try and dislodge her that just brought a smile to Claire’s face as she grabbed Jemma’s crotch. As her fingers worked there, and her hips still rolled, Jemma’s muffled complaints became increasingly shrill and desperate. She was held in place by the heavy face sit; a submission was coming, it was just a matter of when. Jemma squirmed, trying desperately to find herself a way out of the predicament, but none was forthcoming as Claire used her free hand to beat out a steady tempo with punches to the body now. Forlorn, Jemma tapped furiously at the mat to indicate her submission. There was no referee of course though, Claire remained in place, heavily smothering her as she made quick work of her mesh thong, tearing it roughly from Jemma’s body to reveal a thin landing strip of flame red hair. Claire’s fingers brushed through that, sending a jolt of electricity through Jemma who grew increasingly light headed beneath Claire before a sharp punch to the left breast finished her ordeal for now. Claire got off her, just dragging her right foot across Jemma’s body to rile her before she sauntered back to her corner confidently. Jemma got to her feet quickly now, looking for all the world like she wanted to jump Claire straight away, but Beth got there first, and ushered her girlfriend back to her corner.

‘That’s what she wants babe, don’t rise to it!’ she told Jemma, sitting her down in the corner and giving her a little peck on the cheek.

‘I know, and I want to kick the shit out of her! I can’t believe she’s screwed me over like this!’ Jemma seethed.

‘I know….I know’ Beth said, trying to calm Jemma now. ‘She’ll get hers in good time’ she told the incandescent redhead, ‘but now, think about what we learned in that first round. She’s clever and she’s opportunistic. She went after your body to slow you down and then she’s ruthless. So you have to fight her with this’ she said, touching Jemma’s forehead, ‘not this’ she concluded, her finger tracing across Jemma’s left breast lightly to indicate her heart.

A smile played briefly on Jemma’s lips at the light touch of her lover, but it was quickly replaced by the businesslike scowl of a woman who knew she was in a fight. It was time for round two, and a happy looking Claire cockily moved out of her corner and began to circle Jemma at a distance, staying away from the redhead who was clearly smouldering with a degree of anger. Claire knew it, and she knew that every second was another chance for Jemma to make an error, but with Beth’s words still ringing in her ears, Jemma didn’t commit. Instead, she watched Claire circle her slowly, eyes not wavering from the jet haired fighter. ‘Come on you little bitch’ Claire tried to goad. Jemma just smiled, walked to a neutral corner, leaned back on the turnbuckles, and gestured Claire in, telling her ‘why don’t you come on, bitch?’ in a show of confidence.

It was the jet haired fighter's face that flushed a little with anger now, finding her bluff called to a degree by Jemma’s confident move. She faced a major problem too now; with Jemma having her back to the corner she only had one approach possible and Jemma’s longer legs would make that more of a challenge. ‘Come on you fucking pussy!’ Jemma goaded now, as Claire paced out of range, caught out a little by this approach from the redhead who she’d expected to come straight after her. Instead she was patient and caught Claire with a good kick to the thigh when the jet haired fighter tried to close in on her. Claire moved back to a safe distance, then rushed back in only to be met by a front kick to the stomach which bowled her to the mat, though she hastily rolled through to her feet, breathing a little heavily. ‘Fight me!’ she demanded, more than a little indignantly as Jemma maintained her station in the corner, a look on her face that very much said ‘fuck you!’ to the lightweight champion. Claire paced now, back and forth, in front of Jemma’s watchful gaze, hoping to find her way into range without being noticed. A third time, it looked like she’d strayed into range again, and Jemma kicked out, foot landing on her thigh, but this time Claire had been prepared for her, catching her foot against her body. Now Claire kicked, aiming for the pussy, but landing in the back of the thigh as Jemma’s longer legs thwarted her, but she pressed forward at the same time, pinning Jemma into the corner on one leg, her other held up by Claire’s arm against her left hip.

It looked like an awkward embrace in the corner, but there was no love in it. Claire latched the other hand on to Jemma’s left breast and mauled her while at the same time Jemma had a standing smother on her, two arms wrapped tight around the back of Claire’s head. Then the battle of wills began, an attritional start to a tough second round. Jemma pressed Claire’s face into her breast as best she could, making it tough for the jet haired fighter to get a full breath. In response, Claire’s move wasn’t to back away though. Instead she did the opposite, pressing her body tighter into Jemma’s so that her leg was trapped still in an awkward position, between the two of them. It freed up Claire's left hand, and Jemma tensed against a body punch that didn’t come; instead Claire clawed at her ass, fingers threatening to violate Jemma who shrieked but didn’t ease off one the smother. Instead, she gritted her teeth, made sure to add the jet black hair of Claire to her grip, and tried to pull her face even deeper into her smothering breasts. Claire didn’t give an inch, not looking to pull away, perhaps giving the first indication that the smother wasn’t quite as effective as Jemma thought. Then the body punch came from Claire, short and sharp before her hand went back to exploring for targets between Jemma’s legs again. It may have been a pull on that flame red landing strip or the way that Claire worked her fingers at Jemma’s breast that drew a cry of pain in the corner. It was definitely Jemma’s fist to the ribs, delivered with some venom that drew a similar groan of pain from Claire in return, but Jemma couldn’t force her off with only one leg to provide a base. She tried instead to pull Claire in deeper to the smother, but the lightweight champion resisted, showing her strength before she stood on Jemma’s foot, grinding her heel in a little. Jemma moaned in pain, whipped in another punch to the ribs, then her eyes screwed shut in pain as Claire got the pussy claw applied well enough it seemed to cause her some pain.

‘Go on, give up you little slut!’ Claire told her, confident she had her in trouble.

‘How about you give up you fucking twat!’ Jemma shot back as she finally got Claire’s face pulled firmly into her breast. Then she moaned as Claire broke off the breast claw, punched to the side with some authority, and then worked her fingers in Jemma’s pussy. The pain was written deep on Jemma’s face as she desperately tried to get her foot back to the mat to provide a defensive base. Claire slapped her now, almost playfully on the ass, stopping to paw it, but for the first time, she tried to pull away from the smother, tellingly perhaps; was the smother starting to take an effect on her?

Jemma thought so. ‘Submit you two faced cow!’ she demanded now. Claire punched her in the side again, then made her cry out ‘AAAOOOOWWWW! FUCK!’ as she worked on the pussy claw. There were no verbals for Claire though now, she was all about preserving her air for now, that and hurting Jemma who cried out again. Claire aimed for her foot again, giving her something else to worry about before she clawed breast and pussy in a combined attack that would have put a number of opponents away. ‘AAAGGGHHHHH!’ Jemma cried out, hastily followed by ‘FUCK OFF!’ when Claire, her voice muffled, invited her to submit. Finally though, Jemma was all about defence, not attack, pulling Claire’s face out of her smother, knowing that she needed to get the jet haired fighter off her. Her fingers flashed at Claire’s eyes, the older, more experienced woman shrieking in evident anguish, but flinching away from the worst of it, unknown to Jemma who pushed her off with a shove to the chest. She thought she had Claire disoriented, unable to see what was coming next as she rushed her with a clothesline, which the jet haired jezabel ducked at the last second before grabbing Jemma’s flame red hair and using it to wrench her to the canvas. Jemma landed hard, and Claire went to work on her for a moment now, stomping to her belly, then delivering a kick to the side that rolled Jemma, groaning, to her front. She was breathing heavily from the nasty kicks she’d taken, but as she got to all fours, it got worse for her quickly as Claire delivered a vicious punt to the breasts. Jemma crashed back to the mat, her arm going across her breasts in pain, trying to cradle them. Claire ran to the ropes straight away, picking up momentum, before coming back in to deliver a heavy leg drop with a thick thigh across Jemma’s breasts.

Her arm may have been in the way of the impact, but Jemma still cried out in pain, even before Claire grabbed her flame red hair, pulling her head clear of the canvas. The jet haired woman, turned her own head slightly to smile at Beth in the corner, who stared back in a burning fury as Claire patted Jemma’s face condescendingly. Then Claire shrieked ‘you little bitch!’ as Jemma sunk her nails into Claire’s thigh quickly, taking her by surprise. It took a short right hand to the face to put paid to that little show of resistance from Jemma, but Claire kept a hand in her hair a little longer, so that she could slide one leg beneath it before she snapped her legs shut in a crushing scissor hold.

‘How does it feel little girl?’ Claire taunted now, going straight to full power, her legs cruelly punishing Jemma. ‘How does it feel?’ she asked again, going on ‘to feel the power of a real woman?’ as her legs put the hurt on Jemma now. The redhead moaned in pain, but she was still in a daze from the punch to the face as she pushed weakly at Claire’s legs. The jet haired jezabel pushed up on her elbows now, pouring on the power, pushing Jemma almost to breaking point as she cried out in pain again, her hand raising as if to tap out. Immediately Claire broke the scissor hold, preventing the submission so she could take her time and punish Jemma some more. The hand was back in the hair, as Claire peeled Jemma off the mat, only to take a right hand to the body from her. Claire groaned, and Jemma pulled her fist back again to strike, but Claire stopped her dead, cruelly raking her eyes as Jemma shrieked in anguish. Now Claire completed her attempt to lift her from the canvas, then she lifted her and quickly dropped her breasts first across her outstretched leg. Jemma was still across Claire’s knee as she felt her bra being unclasped, then she yelped as Claire smacked her ass hard and pushed her off to the mat. Jemma was in trouble again, and Claire was looking to finish the second fall as she got behind her, raised her head by the hair, and trapped her in a figure four head scissors. This was a powerful and choking grasp which Claire had employed before, and it was every bit as effective as a sleeper hold when she got it right. Jemma gasped for air, her hands went to Claire’s legs, trying to pull them even remotely loose. But the power there was undeniable. ‘Real woman power’ Claire mocked her as Jemma’s face started to redden with the effort of simply staying in the fight. She felt rather than saw Claire breaking the straps of her already unclasped bra, before easing it off her body to leave her fully naked. Her breasts already throbbed from Claire’s earlier treatment of them and now they were unsupported for the rest of the fight. That was a minor concern for Jemma right now; she could feel she was fading in the scissor/sleeper hold, and mindful of Claire’s reluctance to release her last time, she felt no option other than to submit.

Tapping at Claire’s legs furiously, she wasn’t at all surprised to get one more good squeeze from the jet haired jezabel, but she was released quicker than she expected. Claire had evidently wanted her to be fit enough to face round three despite the unassailable lead. That stipulation had been clear; all falls would be fought. The final fall would be contested naked too; hardly an option for Jemma anyway as she went back to her corner already shorn of her clothing, her relatively pale skin showing the points of impact from Claire's feet and fists. She was weary, and she knew that short of knocking Claire totally senseless in the final fall, she was getting fucked in the centre of the ring in front of this audience. Beth got her sat down, kissed her cheek and told her ‘ I love you, and I’m so sorry that this is going to happen to you. But we can’t do anything about it really now, so see if you can knock the bitch about a bit first babe. Forget tactics now. Forget style. Fight her like the gorgeous savage I know you can be. Bite her, scratch her, whatever it takes’ she said.

Jemma hadn’t taken her eyes off Claire the whole time, eyeing the women she’d considered a friend with a suspicion and hatred as she slowly peeled off her white suit to fight naked as the rules demanded now. ‘I’m going to hurt her babe’ Jemma said, her voice quiet but determined. ‘She’s too good for me to beat just now, but she’s going to suffer a price to do it at least’ she resolved as the time between the falls counted down. Claire stood confidently as the bell rang, strutting to centre ring now, bold and naked, totally comfortable. Jemma rose slowly and looked bashful, circling a little timidly it appeared, cautious to engage, maybe even a little scared it seemed. Claire saw it that way, taunting her ‘what’s the matter you little slut? Don’t want to get hurt any more? Awwww….too bad, but I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about the fight!’

‘Bitch’ Jemma muttered beneath her breath, eyes still downcast in a sullen expression before Claire slapped her breast, demanding ‘what did you call me?’

‘A bitch’ Jemma shot back as her foot snapped out and landed low in Claire’s stomach. The jet haired fighter groaned, doubled up, and Jemma sent her to her back with a harsh knee lift to the breasts, crushing them against Claire's body. Now wasn’t the time for finesse or wrestling moves. Jemma was a wildcat, a cyclone of action in the early part of the fall, knowing that Claire would probably find her way to slow her down in the end. She swung her foot at Claire’s ribs, then dropped to her knees, hammering away with a whirlwind of slaps and punches, anything she could do to try and hurt Claire. The lightweight champion covered up as best she could, but this was a furious barrage that saw blows slip through her defence, nails drag across her skin, fists sink deep into the curves of her body, and slaps sting her flesh. ‘ You bitch! I hate you! I fucking hate you!’ Jemma screamed at her, then she made Claire scream, loud and clear as she leaned forward and simply bit her breast.

‘YOU FUCKING CUNT!’ Claire howled. ‘OOOOWWWWW….my fucking tits! OWWWWW!’ she protested loudly. Jemma made no response, just kept on biting her and drove an elbow in to Claire’s stomach to wind her. ‘OOWWWW…..AAAGGHHH!’ Claire protested loudly, in trouble from this straight ahead brutal method of attack from Jemma. ‘Please….’ she whined, trying to appeal to Jemma’s better nature but it failed, with Jemma asking her ‘do you submit then bitch?’

‘No I don’t fucking submit. Not to a little tart like you!’ Claire stated flatly, but then she howled loud and long in pain once more as Jemma’s fingers found her crotch and went to work there.

‘What about now? I’ll rip your fucking cunt up!’ Jemma snarled, before sinking her teeth back into Claire's breast.

‘AAAGGGHHHHH….FUCK NOOOO!’ Claire shrieked. ‘YOU LITTLE FUCKING HELLCAT! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!’ she shouted at Jemma who looked nonplussed asking her ‘what are you going to do cunt? You’re going to punishment fuck me anyway because it’s the only way you can get any!’ before biting down again. Claire’s eyes screwed shut again in pain for a split second, making everyone wonder if Jemma had her. When they reopened though, pain was now mixed with clarity and anger and she grabbed for Jemma’s flame red hair. Claire pulled hard, trying to get Jemma’s face out of her breasts, but Jemma refused to relinquish her molar maul, making every fraction of an inch Claire moved her a painful one. She failed to spot Claire's true intent though. As soon as she’d moved her into the right place for it, she used her other hand to cruelly rake Jemma’s eyes, making her shriek in shock and anguish as the punishing attack was broken. Still holding the hair, Claire delivered a slap to the cheek from beneath her then lashed a nasty chop into Jemma’s throat to make her wheeze for air as she found herself rolled to the canvas by Claire.

‘Come on Jem, get up!’ Beth implored from the corner.

‘You shut your mouth or you’ll be next!’ Claire shot at the blonde who simply simmered with anger as she told her ‘Fuck you bitch!’

Claire smiled at her; was still smiling at her in face as she buried a kick in Jemma’s side with a nasty intent, and the final fall looked to have swung right into her favour now. Jemma rolled away, groaning, trying desperately to catch her breath as Claire stalked her and then pushed her to the mat with the flat of her foot against her cheek. It was disdainful from Claire, although the jet haired fighter followed it with more intent, landing a heavy elbow drop in Jemma’s already sore breasts. She was straight into the hair, pulling Jemma up and shipping a right hand to the body as Jemma swung for the fences, but came up a little short on power now. ‘Getting tired kid?’ Claire mocked, cutting off any further rally for now with a sharp knee lift to the body, as she led her towards the ropes. Pressing her foot into the back of Jemma’s knee dropped her to her knees; pressing her body into Jemma pushed her on to the ropes in a choke that was the last thing Jemma needed, already struggling to fill her lungs. As her hands reached out for help that simply wasn’t there, it was mercifully a short lived move from Claire. Jemma felt the lightweight champion’s hands roughly in her hair again, dragging her off the ropes, and towards her own corner. The very last act of the fight, it seemed, would play out there, right in front of Beth if Claire had her way.

Jemma ate a face full of turnbuckle to make sure she was pretty stunned as Claire spun her with her back to the turnbuckle. She smiled malevolently as she lashed a chop across the breasts, making Jemma howl with pain, Then she slapped to the face three times, short but powerful blows that rung out in the mat room, each one bringing Jemma’s arms instinctively higher in defence. That just allowed Claire to whip a left and right hand into the body beneath those defences, each one visibly draining the redhead further. Sill she tried to fight back, slapping Claire’s face then sinking her hand into Claire’s breast, mauling her just where her teeth had earlier. ‘Bitch!’ Claire hissed in complaint, ‘Going to enjoy fucking all of this temper out of you’

‘Fuck off’ Jemma moaned as Claire reciprocated, going for a double breast claw that raised a flare of pain in Jemma’s eyes.

‘Big tits can’t take it?’ Claire teased, baiting the hook for one last flurry from Jemma as she pointed out ‘just like your cunt of a mother’s won’t be able to when I beat her useless bitch ass for the title!’

‘She’ll destroy you!’ Jemma spat back as the flurry started, slaps, punches and scratches all raining in on Claire who covered up tightly in defence, knowing this storm was sure to blow out sure enough. As she felt the venom diminishing, she attacked, getting slapped in the face as she whipped in two punches to the body that took the fight out of Jemma quickly. ‘You’re a feisty little cunt, I’ll give you that’ Claire admitted, slapping the taste out of Jemma’s mouth now. Then she latched on to Jemma’s breasts again, a fierce double breast claw that drew a guttural cry of pain from Jemma’s lips. She was getting punished by the more experienced woman, who used her taunts cunningly to play on Jemma’s mind, knowing it made her resist and fight that little bit more. ‘Go on, submit! Tits always were the family weakness’ she mocked.

‘NO!’ Jemma spat in her face, eyes no longer even remotely hiding the pain that she felt in the slightest as she tried to hold on, only to be rocked to her very core by a huge forearm uppercut to the jaw. She was knocked back against the turnbuckle for a moment before Claire used a hair throw to drop her into a seated position on the mat. Arms at her side, Jemma was defenceless as Claire got in behind her and trapped her in a sleeper hold now, one hand gripping flame red hair to make sure the hold was secure. It was the end of the fight, that was clear, it was purely a question of how long Jemma would hold on. ‘I’m going to fuck you’ Claire whispered in her ear, ‘while your fuck buddy has to watch from the corner’ she continued as Jemma squirmed in her grasp, only succeeding in tightening the hold she was trapped in. She gasped for air as Claire continued to tease her ‘then mummy will come for me….and I’ll fuck that bitch after I take her title as well!’

Jemma’s eyes were almost closed, a mix of anguish and the effects of the sleeper as that thought went through her mind. How had she allowed herself to be used as a pawn in this game?

‘Submit bitch. Let me fuck all of that attitude out of you!’ Claire demanded now, giving Jemma one last burst of adrenaline to fight it once more. Then her arms were pulling, then tapping at Claire’s with the desperate cadence of someone who realised the needle had swung to empty. Once again, Claire made her tap frantically for a few seconds longer before deigning to release her, telling Jemma ‘wait here!’

It was a largely pointless request because Jemma was going nowhere in a hurry anyway as Claire returned to her corner and just stepped into the harness of her big black strap on, taking a moment to adjust it just so she was comfortable before turning back towards Jemma. It was the walk of a confident woman, the sway of her hips setting the strap on swinging in a way that surely caught Jemma’s eye, but she sullenly stared a hole through Claire as she walked towards her. Jemma was on her back, propped up on an elbow as Claire told her ‘roll over’, evidently wanting to fuck her from behind.

‘Fuck off’ Jemma told her. ‘You can look me in the eye when you fuck me, cunt’ she told Claire, whose eyes flared with fury.

‘Fucking roll over you little twat!’ she told Jemma again. In response, Jemma just dropped to lie flat on her back, opened her legs a little, and defiantly told Claire ‘fuck off’ once more. She was prepared to take the defined punishment, but it would be on her terms if it was happening. ‘Bitch’ Claire muttered. ‘Yes, you are’ Jemma replied, showing that she wasn’t just going to be cowed into doing what the jet haired jezabel demanded.

Finally Claire huffed, the stand off ending as she decided that there was no neat ending to it. Jemma wasn’t going to move willingly, and she wasn’t going to suffer the indignity of trying to make her. ‘Very well bitch’ she smiled thinly, dropping to straddle Jemma’s upper thighs before making the redhead gasp a little involuntarily as she felt the black phallus enter her. Then she became stony faced, staring up at the ring lights without any real reaction as Claire started to thrust her hips and fuck her. ‘Is that it?’ Jemma asked her flatly, apparently totally unimpressed by Claire’s efforts, earning a slap across the breasts.

‘Shut it bitch!’ Claire admonished her. ‘I’ll rip those fucking fat tits off if you keep on!’ she told Jemma who simply laughed at her.

‘Sure’ Jemma smirked, ‘do it, I don’t care’ she challenged Claire who responded by starting to maul Jemma’s breasts and pulling at her nipples. That brought some pain to Jemma’s eyes, but in turn seemed to distract her from the fucking she was taking. ‘Bitch’ she said, looking directly into Claire’s eyes.

‘Shut the fuck up!’ Claire demanded now, her thrusts with the strap-on getting ever rougher as time went on. Although she’d won the fight, her frustration was growing, stemming from Jemma’s sullen resilience. She reached to paw at Jemma’s face now, and shrieked as teeth nipped her fingers as soon as they touched her skin. ‘You little hellcat cunt!’ she yelled at Jemma who stared back at her stony faced. ‘Come on Claire, fuck this attitude out of me, I’m begging you’ Jemma told her. She may have lost the match, she may have been on the wrong end of the victory fuck, yet somehow, to the interest of the crowd, Jemma was increasingly getting into the head of the jet haired jezabel.

Claire now had no verbal response. Instead she just concentrated on fucking Jemma as hard as she could, each thrust of the strap-on seeming to bring no discernible response to the face of the redhead. Jemma remained unmoved as Claire worked on her breasts again , just telling Claire ‘that’s nice, thanks bitch’ despite the pain she must have felt. The jet haired fighter's face betrayed her frustration now, as she suddenly reached for Jemma’s ass, remembering how that had taken an effect on the redhead during the fight. AS soon as her fingers threatened to violate Jemma that way, it was as if Claire had opened a floodgate. ‘OH FUCK!’ Jemma moaned loudly, ‘OH FUCK….YES! YOU CUNT…...OOOOOHHHHH!’ she yelled out; Claire had found a move to turn her on and suddenly that stony faced coolness was gone, replaced by a flushed expression and the groans of a woman in the throes of passion. Now Claire increased her tempo, slapped Jemma’s breasts and laughed at her, telling her ‘kinky little slut….not so cocky now are you?’

‘OOOOHHHHH...YOU…..FUCKING….AAAIIIEEEEE, CUNT….FUCK…….OHHHHHH…..OOOOOHHHHH!’ Jemma shrieked as she squirted in a screaming orgasm that ripped through her body there on the mats. ‘Little bitch’ Claire mocked her, slapping her face before she got off her, delivering one last disdainful slap to the breasts, before she stood over her and raised her hands in victory. Total victory at that; three submissions to nil, Jemma fucked to orgasm, and she knew a guaranteed shot at Emma’s world title. There was no way Emma wouldn’t come after her, but she would be ready. As she left the ring, to the applause of the crowd, Beth shot under the bottom rope, bringing the gold robe with her that Jemma had worn to the ring at the start to put around her shoulders before she slowly helped Jemma to her feet. Beth embraced her there against the ropes, making sure that Jemma was steadied, as the crowd began to applaud Jemma loudly. At the end of the entrance way, Claire shook her head furiously. How was this bitch getting a better reception than she had for winning?

Then a smile played on her face; a thin, sly smile. She’d put this all to rights against Emma. When she became the world champion, then these people would treat her with the respect that she deserved!