Irene Scott v Juliet Welton

At 5’4” and stretching the tape to a curvy 34C-25-36 inch figure Irene Scott certainly caught the eye and her well honed 118lb frame poured into slinky swimwear or gym kit retained any glance for a few seconds. The fact Ms Scott was from North of the border brought into play a fiery Scottish temperament couple to her fighting instincts delivered a fiery female fighter a reputation enhanced by her performances in the ring that had seen her stir up the rankings and certainly brought her to the attention of a number of promoters. Now tentatively touring the country fighting females in her area of the roster through bookings or deliberately tracking them down and issuing challenges she had added to her reviews and stirred up some fiery rivalries that would definitely keep the promoters interested as she continued her battling tour of the country picking fights and generally winning more than losing.

She had now moved down to the West country for a few weeks and had located a couple of gyms where she could work out one in particular hosted a number of fighters who were regulars on the regions fight promotions and one woman in particular was in Ms Scott’s sights the redheaded tennis playing Juliet Welton. Ms Welton was a couple of inches taller at 5’6” but with a figure of 34B-28-36 inches she weighed in at exactly the same 118lbs as the Scot. Juliet had been away from the wrestling scene for a while but a recent exposure in a quarterly fight magazine had thrust her back into the limelight and brought her to Irene’s attention. In the gym it had been easy to strike up a conversation that had slowly degenerated into a verbal discussion on fighting ability and ultimately to the thrown down challenge to put up or shut up that realised the ring encounter that was announced shortly afterwards and arranged for the following evening in a the same gym before what was likely to be a large crowd something that appealed to Ms Scott as she continued her self advertising campaign for a title shot.

Irene was first to the ring accompanied by fellow Scot, Elspeth O’Donnell to act as her second while Juliet arrived with Sally Roland at her side. Ms Roland was the local champion and another in the sights of the visiting Scot as she prepared her march up the rankings an issue that had come to Sally’s attention and hence her presence at ringside this evening. Irene in a predominantly black bikini with tartan patterns on the triangles of material over her breasts and crotch and black calf high wrestling boots stretched against the ropes oozing confidence obviously eager to put on a good show. Juliet was quietly professional a red swimsuit high on the hips emphasised her shapely and tanned legs while the cut of the costume left her bare backed and showed off her firm full bodied breasts, red boots completed her ensemble as the referee called them forward for final instructions.

Beaker was in the centre of the ring to tell them it was all in best of three falls with no biting or gouging or closed fist blows to the face otherwise anything goes there would be a two minute break after each session with a session going until there was a score. “Good more time to hurt you old woman it’s my time now and you are going down big time!” hissed Irene as she stepped forward eyeball to eyeball with the English woman, Juliet unmoved sniped back, “In your dreams Jock you’re leaving feet first on a stretcher you big mouthed slut!” Beaker kept them apart as tempers threatened to boil over and sent them back to their corners ready to wrestle at the bell with both women now ready and eager to get to grips as the bell rang out to start the action before an enthusiastic gathering of female fight fans.
Moving quickly the two women locked up in mid ring in a determined strength test with Irene having to work hard initially to overcome Juliet’s slight height advantage before she forced the redhead’s arms wide and their bodies slammed together. Breast to breast they struggled for a moment before Irene took charge with the unsubtle but effective delivery of a “Glaswegian Kiss”, no not the delicate caress of the lips but the full frontal thud of the forehead that sent Juliet reeling backwards senses momentarily spinning. Irene planted her right forearm across the woman’s upper chest driving her back towards the ropes before giving the redhead a hefty crack across the face to spin her around and allow the Scot to choke her opponent over the top rope. Before the referee could interfere Irene grabbed the top rope and hauled it violently upwards sending Juliet flying to the mat on her back with a crash.

Ms Scott grabbed the English woman’s right leg and pulled it up and out as Juliet frantically covered her crotch expecting a stamp from the woman above her instead Irene dropped to one knee driving the other knee into the trapped thigh of her opponent. Juliet screeched and convulsed as she was given the vicious dead legging from her rival and her screech continued as Irene rolled over her to her feet dragging the redhead up by a vicious twisting grip of her hair. Dropping quickly forward Irene then tossed the English woman back to the mat by the hair sending Juliet almost cart wheeling to the canvas before the Scot landed a huge leg drop planting her thigh across the offered upturned breasts of her opponent.

Juliet was reeling the Scot was in total control and she seemed slow and laborious in her own efforts as again she was hauled to her feet by the hair offering little resistance as she was hurtled into the ropes by the Scot. Turned to arrive back first by the momentum of the movement Juliet was catapulted back towards her rival and the well positioned and waiting knee of the woman a collision that the knee cap easily dominated as it stabbed into Juliet’s guts and folded her like a book into a well aimed elbow to the nape of the neck that left her sprawled face down on the canvas gagging and coughing. Irene stepped over her rival and quickly grabbed the woman’s ankles and applied a wicked looking Boston Crab as she went for the first score with Juliet wailing in pain but kicking and twisting in an effort to escape.

The wild movements secured the release of one leg and Juliet tried to kick at her opponent’s back to complete her escape but Irene tenaciously held onto the trapped limb and then wickedly sliced her left hand between the woman’s legs chopping at her sex centre with a wicked and calculating blow that sent the woman screeching to the canvas and curling into the foetal position in shock and an effort to defend herself from further attack. Irene gloated, “Get up bitch at least make a fight of it!” as she strutted around the fallen woman reaching down to grab the woman’s hair and peel her up from the mat dragging her to her knees before slamming a thigh across her face to send the redhead slamming back to the mat on her back.

Irene launched herself after the redhead and crashed across her heavily attempting to pin the woman’s arms but again Juliet was able to twist to defeat any count. Irene was not to be deterred though and instead forced her legs inside her rival’s to apply a brute of a grapevine as she hissed into the woman’s ear, “No need to worry darling I hear the referee has been fucking you so you’re not showing him anything new!” as she thrust herself down on the woman trying to stretch the redhead into surrender adding, “Maybe I should fuck you as well perhaps that’ll make you submit?” Juliet twisted again as Irene thumped her groin down on the other woman’s sex trying to get into a rhythm of grinding against the up thrusting crotch of the woman.
Juliet though was focusing her anger into escape and she finally freed her right leg and violently shoved up catching the Scot by surprise and throwing the woman off for Irene to land next to her on the canvas. Juliet moved smartly to turn and deliver a chop of her own across the woman’s throat to affect a complete escape rolling clear and scrambling to her feet as Irene gagged and rolled over in mid ring. Juliet sucked in a fresh supply of oxygen as she used the ropes to reach her feet before quickly moving to attack herself before Irene could regain her feet and the momentum she had enjoyed so far. Juliet kicked Irene in the knee cap and as the Scot stumbled took her into a neat side headlock before flipping her over her thigh to the mat rolling with the woman and retaining the headlock in the process.

Juliet was lying on the woman’s chest arm clamped tight around the Scot’s head and she hissed, “Not so talkative now are you big mouth!” as she gave the trapped woman’s head a twist. Irene’s feet kicked in frustration and she grabbed at the redhead’s hair with her free hand and tugged her head back as she tried to regroup, Juliet yelped and used her own free hand to rip at the brunette locks beneath her snarling, “Two can do that bitch!” as she tore at Irene’s mane of hair. Irene released her hold and instead she suddenly sank her fingers into Juliet’s right breast viciously twisting and pinching at her nipple. Juliet gasped and tried to twist the woman’s head again but in the process allowed Irene to free her other hand and suddenly the Scot was attempting to lock a sleeper like hold on the English woman that finally forced Juliet to release the headlock and the pair rolled apart gasping in air and eyeing each other as the clambered back to their feet on opposite sides of the arena.

They charged forward simultaneously and locked hands and again it was Irene that took charge twisting quickly she rammed a knee between Juliet’s thighs slamming her kneecap into the woman’s sex and as the redhead stumbled she repeated the dose before dropping her to the canvas with a powerful forearm smash across the breasts. Juliet was gasping her hands dropping to nurse her numbed sex as Irene flew at her flattening her to the canvas and this time the Scot straddled her opponent pinning her arms at her side and viciously slapping the woman about the face before shuffling forward to humiliating apply a face sitting pin. Her hands slipped under Juliet’s costume to rip and tear at the redhead’s nipples while she shoved her full weight onto the trapped woman’s face with Beaker attentive to his duties dropping to slap the mat and record the three count required by the Scot for her to secure the opening score.

“You’re next bitch!” snarled Irene as she clambered to her feet glaring towards Sally in the redhead’s corner before she turned to step on her flattened opponent and go back to her corner leaving Juliet red faced and on the mat. Beaker reached down to help the redhead up as Sally scrambled into the ring to assist her charge as Irene gloated to Elspeth, “All these English wimps are easy Roland will be even easier next week!” as she accepted the towel and water bottle offered by the petite Scot in her corner. Sally and Beaker eased Juliet to her feet where she snapped, “Let go of me that bitch is going to pay for that,” as her right hand went back to nursing her throbbing crotch as she added, “And you better be ready to help me over the slut later!” as she turned to suddenly kiss the referee hard on the lips before strutting to her stool as her opponent snapped, “Hey you better stay neutral here!” towards the referee having seen the exchange before daringly adding, “Of course if you are looking for a real woman later maybe you should be the prize?” A comment that made both Sally and Juliet turn with the fighter promising, “Oh he is bitch but you’re going to lose so I wouldn’t get your hopes up!” Irene snapped back, “Well from here slut you’re wrong I’m winning and intend to wipe the floor with you in the next round a swell so then he can play with a real woman and a winner!”
The redhead glared at the woman with an icy cold look and said softly and with real menace, “Let’s find out shall we,” and she started to cross the ring ready to resume the fight well before the two minutes were up. Irene rose to meet her and called, “Ring the bell let’s get on with it!” and before anyone else could speak the bell rang out and the two women flew at each other Irene clearly expecting a hand lock reached up for the redhead’s hands instead Juliet flew right at her driving her left forearm across the woman’s face while her right hand clenched into a fist slammed into the woman’s left breast sending her tottering back before the left fist rearranged the other breast and the right was delivered again low to the briefs each tartan triangle having received a solid thumping that had Irene reeling. Juliet grabbed the woman’s hair and returned the favour of the head butt slamming her forehead between the woman’s eyes snapping Irene’s head back and sending her tottering across the ring.

Now it was Juliet dominating a standing drop kick drew a gasp from the crowd as she launched herself at the Scot sending her flying with both boots slamming Irene full in the face. Ms Scott crashed into the corner and hung in the ropes as Juliet landed neatly rolled to her feet and viciously chopped across the woman’s throat, the impact echoing like a cracker around the room. Irene was thrown back against the padding by the blow before Juliet grabbed her arm and violently propelled her across the ring into the opposite corner slamming the Scot heavily against the opposite padding. Swiftly following up the redhead drove her knee into the brunette’s midsection folding her forward before Juliet reached around and over her opponent to suddenly lift her from her feet and then deliberately slam her down to the mat on her back.

Keeping hold of the woman’s legs Juliet delivered the blow she had feared earlier parting Irene’s legs before driving her booted foot down on the woman’s offered sex centre drawing a screech from Ms Scott. Juliet then neatly rolled forward over her rival into a neat bridge folding the Scot up into a cradle pin that resulted in the equalising score as Beaker beat the mat the requisite three times to signal the score and just like that the contest was level. Juliet neatly came to her feet her left arm wrapping around the referee’s neck before she kissed him and ran her right hand over his crotch whispering, “Mmm keep that thought and we can celebrate my victory shortly!” before turning back to her corner as Irene struggled to her feet with Elspeth coming to her aid. Beaker turned to the Scot who snapped, “I saw that and she’s wrong you’ll be celebrating with me handsome!” before she grabbed him for a tongue tussle and grope it was clear the referee was being set up as the prize for the victrix and he was clearly enjoying the sensation as the two women exchange fierce glares from their corners.

Sally and Elspeth did their best to motivate their charges firing them up as the bell tolled for the third and deciding session and with a slap of palms in each corner the warrior women charged out to settle it Juliet looking the more confident clearly feeling momentum was on her side after the last session. Irene though was determined to make a mark on her West Country tour and surprised the redhead with a neat trip takedown as they clashed in mid ring rolling over the fallen woman to apply a neat bow and arrow stretch which was not likely to win the match certainly gave Ms Welton some food for thought. Irene timed the release perfectly as Juliet started to twist and squirm and her roll dropped her neatly into the trap set by the Scot as she clamped her legs around her opponent to apply a brutal body scissor crossing her ankles for increased pressure as her thighs encompassed the redhead’s body. Juliet kicked in frustration she had rolled out of the bow and arrow hold straight into the scissor and was now trapped by the powerful Scot and struggling for air with further discomfort being caused by Irene’s right thigh crushing her breasts in the vice like grip.
Irene hissed, “Got you big mouth how about a bit of hair pulling to clear your mind!” as she grabbed the red bob cut of her opponent and gave the woman’s hair a good yanking. Juliet squealed and tried to prise the woman’s legs apart but realising there was not much chance there changed tactics violently driving her elbows back at the brunette in the hope of catching something vital to break the hold. Luckily she found such a target as her right elbow scythed into the Scot’s left breast driving the soft flesh into the woman’s ribs and causing Irene to yelp in surprise and slightly loosen her vice like leg grip. In a flash Juliet had forced her arms between the woman’s legs and ripped the scissor hold open and rolled clear turning she tried to punch the woman in the groin but Irene rolled and took the blow on the thigh as the pair tumbled apart and rolled quickly to their feet and immediately locked up again.

Irene pressed hard and drove Juliet onto her heels and then lifted her knee with clinical efficiency to cool the other woman’s passion by driving it firmly and with malice between her thighs. Juliet’s face paled and her knees buckled as she took the nauseating blow below the waist and she started to pitch forward but Irene still holding the redhead’s hands intervened by twisting her opponent’s wrists and forcing her arms wide drove the woman to her knees. Looming over the English woman the Scot hissed, “Say your prayers bitch this is going to hurt!” and she started to drive her knees into the kneeling woman first targeting the soft flesh of Juliet’s breasts before giving the slumping woman a face full of pain with two blows to the face that sent the redhead crashing to her back in a crumpled heap on the canvas.

Irene moved quickly around her flattened foe and delivered a sharp leg drop slamming her thigh across the redhead’s throat as she moved to decisively control this phase of the fight and as Juliet’s hands came up to cover her face and throat the Scot took great delight in driving her fists in turn into each of the woman’s breasts before moving down her body delivering a tattoo of thumps to the stomach and then the crotch of the ruined redhead. Juliet was visibly wilting and offered no resistance as Irene rolled to her feet and dragged her up by a wicked handful of hair and a grab of the left wrist as she hauled the redhead upright and turned to face the woman she hissed, “It’s over slut say goodnight!” as she kneed the woman in the sex again to fold her in half before clamping her thighs about Juliet’s head and lifting the woman inverted Irene sat down delivering a text book pile driver.

Juliet just simply collapsed to the canvas knocked clean out and as Irene rolled clear the redhead flopped to her back arms landing limply on the rosin she was finished and Irene confirmed it by simply dropping astride the stunned woman to claim the win with a very sexy face grinding pin as she gyrated her own highly charged sex over the limp woman beneath her with the referee counting the redhead out. Irene rose slowly to her feet offering her hand to the referee so he could raise it in victory as she posed one foot planted on the beaten beauty at her feet as her win was announced, she pulled the referee close and said, “Now big boy let’s go celebrate,” before turning towards Sally to challenge, “You’re next bitch get ready to be beaten!” before linking arms with the referee and leading him towards the locker area and quite clearly a celebratory work out while in the ring Juliet was helped to her stool by Ms Roland who was busy promising her friend that she would seek revenge on her behalf against the fiery Scot as soon as she could arrange a meeting in the ring. As for Irene her reputation had taken another huge leap forward with the victory and by getting close to Beaker a certain exposure to bookings in the area as he was the local promoter therefore guaranteeing a meeting with Ms Roland on her terms in the near future.
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