Help!
By Wolfboy

Emma and Debbie get involved in training a pro wrestler for a catfight debut
Before Emma, Claire or Elaine were back in action again, we found ourselves called upon by Lady Amelia to help with training a well-known wrestler in the darker arts of catfighting. Lady Amelia had caught up with Emma as she had been into discuss an upcoming title fight with tough Roller Derby girl Anna Corbett.

‘Emma, would you be able to do me a bit of a favour and teach a friend a bit about catfighting?’ Amelia had asked. ‘I’d do it myself, but she says she feels a bit funny about trying it with me as we’ve known each other so long.’

‘Sure’ Emma had agreed ‘I can do that; wouldn’t be the first time I’ve shown a woman how to catfight I guess.’

‘I thought you’d probably be the best choice’ Amelia smiled ‘the thing is that she’s got herself into a bit of a situation accepting a public catfight here in a few weeks, and then it turns out that she’s never actually done a competitive catfight in her life!’ Amelia told us, a slightly bemused expression on her face as she considered her friend’s evidently rash decision.
‘Well, I like a challenge’ Emma agreed, matching Amelia’s expression.

‘That’s the bad news anyway Em’ Amelia continued ‘the good news is that she is a wrestler, but she’s done pro style and what you might describe as catty wrestling for video companies. So at least you don’t need to teach her everything I guess; just how to do some of it with bad intentions towards her opponent.’

‘That’s something then’ Emma agreed ‘what’s her name?’ she asked Amelia. ‘If she’s done matches on video, then there’s a fair chance I might have seen some of them perhaps.’

‘Her name’s Lisa King’ Amelia told Emma. ‘I’ve known Lisa for quite a few years from back when she was just doing pro style matches. I was always the catfighter, but our paths crossed often enough that we hit it off. I think you’ll like her Em; she’s fun!’

At that, a date and time had been set for Amelia to bring Lisa to our house for her first training session in the garage ring. We would find out most about Lisa, we both felt, by throwing her in the deep end a little. On that note, Emma hatched a bit of a plan as we thought about how best to get the experiences wrestler into the right mindset for catfighting. A bit of research showed us plenty about Lisa’s wrestling history. She was now 35 years old and a very attractive woman; she also had a wealth of experience as a pro wrestler having had her first official match 15 years ago. In recent years she had ventured into the world of submission wrestling and catfight wrestling matches where she had become a very popular performer for a number of video companies. She still kept her pro style skills very much up to speed though, and we felt that those skills could be valuable. At 5 feet 4 inches tall and 135lbs, the blonde wrestler was no match physically for Emma although that was less important for training purposes. However, Emma had also arranged for her mother Debbie to be on hand if it was better for Lisa to tangle with someone more of her own size.

Amelia arrived with Lisa in tow on the arranged day and we got our first look at the bombshell who Emma would be attempting to train up for her catfighting debut. After a brief set of introductions, and me landing the prime job of being Lisa’s manager and cornerman for her upcoming fight, Emma was keen to get down to business as Amelia left, saying that she would be back a little later to pick Lisa up.

‘So, Lisa’ Emma said ‘I gather you’ve got yourself into something of a situation?’

‘Yeah, me and my big mouth!’ Lisa admitted wryly. ‘Amelia had a travelling American pro wrestler contact her saying she was looking for a transatlantic bitch fight. She mentioned it to me and even though I know she runs a proper catfight organisation, for some reason I thought it would be a pro wrestling match. I said I’d do it, signed a contract, and then I realised what I’d got myself into….’ she told us.

‘Obvious question’ I chipped in ‘you can’t just cancel the contract?’

‘Amelia said she would let me’ Lisa admitted ‘but I didn’t want to let her down and besides, this American bitch has been pretty full of herself, so I want to sort her out’ Lisa continued, demonstrating a competitive side that would come in handy I was pretty sure.

‘OK’ Emma said ‘I can understand that; if some bitch comes on like that with me, I’d want to beat her ass as well’. Lisa smiled at that admission as Emma continued ‘why don’t you come through to the garage, and we’ll get changes and the three of us will get into the ring. Debbie will probably work with you more because of size difference, but don’t rule out me getting in your hair too’ she laughed.

At that, I left the three women to go and change in the garage ring, joining them a little while later to find Debbie, in black hotpants and a matching sports bra, Emma in kneel length black and white leggings with a white sports bra and Lisa in a pair of full-length sports tights in a mix of black and purple combined with a black sports bra. All three were in the ring with Emma starting to get Debbie and Lisa working; a hair tug-of-war their first interaction. Lisa squealed her way though that, evidently not enjoying Debbie pulling hard on her long blonde hair. She fought back in kind though, working hard to hold her ground and occasionally forcing Debbie to defend before the older brunette was able to force Lisa back to the ropes, winning the tussle. To my surprise though, Lisa had immediately said ‘let’s do it again!’ to Debbie, and then, demonstrating she was a quick student, she took on the hair tug-of-war once more. Again, it looked that Debbie was having the better of it, Lisa’s yelps of discomfort apparently belying her troubles in the contest. Cunningly though she switched positions with Debbie right at the point she seemed to have lost the second hair tug-of-war, surprising the older brunette as she forced her to the ropes instead.

‘Very good’ Emma smiled and as the two women worked through an assortment of catfighting drills, it became clear that while Lisa didn’t always sound like she was enjoying herself, she also didn’t shy away from the challenge at hand either. A body slapping contest had ended in a stalemate, both women eventually tiring but not before they had stung the other’s skin over a two-minute contest. A double breast maul contest had gone narrowly in Debbie’s favour, the older woman’s greater catfight experience helping her display an expert technique as Lisa finally admitted defeat. The look of pain on Debbie’s face throughout that contest though suggested that Lisa could maul breasts with the best of them. After half an hour or so of drills, Emma suggested a quick break in the action and the three ladies were stood around chatting as I returned with drinks.

‘So what’s your wrestling background’ I caught Debbie asking Lisa.

‘Well, I started out in pro wrestling and then more recently I’ve moved into what I guess you’d call semi-competitive wrestling and catfights for some video companies’ Lisa told her. ‘I guess I’m good at selling moves from my pro training, which still works well in those video matches. I can look like I’m in plenty of pain when I’m actually not suffering half as much as they think’ she smiled a little apologetically.

‘That might actually be more use than you think, even in a competitive match’ Emma told her. ‘If you think about it, say you’re trapped in a move that isn’t really troubling you, but you sound like you’re in agony, chances are that your opponent sticks with it’ she smiled. ‘Might only work once, but it could give you a bit of a break at a key point in a match.

‘Hadn’t thought of it like that’ Lisa admitted ‘but you might just be right!’

The ladies got back down to business in the garage ring again now, Debbie and Lisa locking up in a quick submission tussle. Debbie took Lisa to the ground with some hairpulling, quickly getting the advantage with a body scissor as she maintained that hair hold. Lisa moaned and groaned there on the mat, but she managed to work her way free of the scissor hold. Now the pro wrestling bombshell went to work, showing her skills as she reversed Debbie into a figure four, crossing her legs. Then plunging forwards, she forced Debbie’s legs painfully further up against her ass before diving for the side headlock. A sizeable handful of hair helped Lisa secure the headlock and with Debbie trapped face down on the mat, it was Lisa who held the upper hand, Debbie groped for a target, finding Lisa’s right breast and giving it a squeeze, drawing a shriek from Lisa who nevertheless maintained her headlock.

Debbie groaned as well, evidently well controlled in the headlock but with Lisa not enjoying the older woman’s breast grab, she pulled Debbie to her feet, throwing her quickly into the corner post. There, a running clothesline put Debbie on her backside, and Lisa, gleefully patting her own butt, backed up into Debbie to deliver the stinkface in the corner. Lisa’s backside was planted firmly in Debbie’s face, but she hadn’t banked on the older brunette’s experience and cunning. Debbie was able to reach around, grabbing a crotch maul on Lisa, through her tights, and with a shriek, Lisa cried out her submission.

‘Not bad’ Debbie opined as the short match ended ‘you can wrestle, now you just need to put a bit more force behind it and add a bit of nastiness. We’ll make a catfighter of you yet Lisa, don’t you worry!’

Lisa was pleased with the compliment as Emma told her to take a seat outside the ring for a moment, before stepping through the ropes herself to allow Debbie to use her as a dummy for demonstrating a few good catfighting moves. Debbie to a front headlock, showing Lisa immediately how she converted it to a choke, then she demonstrated knee strikes to the body and the fact that Emma’s back was open to nail rakes. Debbie continued showing off head scissors with a hand smother, switching from that to a breast smother and grapevine.

‘These are all moves you use in your video matches already Lisa’ Debbie told her as Emma struggled beneath her breasts. ‘It’s really just about applying them more forcefully, with a bit of evil intention.’ Debbie’s final demonstration was some breast and nipple attacks, positioning Emma so that she faced Lisa before easing her sports bra off and digging into Emma’s breasts with a force that took Emma more than a little by surprise as she let out a little yelp of pain before Debbie eased off.

‘She’s right’ Emma smiled at Lisa. ‘You know how to do all of these moves. The wrestling part is second nature to you so just put that little bit more behind the moves. You have to assume that’s what your opponent is going to be doing after all.’

‘I know you’re right’ Lisa admitted ‘I think I just need to get used to that idea. I’m pretty sure that Brittany, the bitch I’m fighting will know that, so I have to do the same.’

‘Well we’re both happy to work with you as much as possible before then’ Emma said to Lisa. ‘I think I’ll have a title defence before then as well. Why don’t you come and work my corner at that?’ she suggested, adding ‘I’m sure Steve won’t mind an evening off just watching the action for a change. It’ll get you close to the action so you can see better what it’s all about?’

‘If you’re sure that would be OK?’ Lisa asked. ‘I think it would be useful to see you in action close up’ she admitted.

‘It’ll be just fine’ Emma smiled ‘but you don’t have to wait that long to see me in action; get yourself back in here, I think it’s time you and I had a little roll now’ she suggested as she removed her sports bra which was still askew from Debbie’s earlier demonstration.

‘Sure’ Lisa agreed. ‘You ready for me?’ she smiled as the two women locked up. Topless, Emma shipped a playful enough slap to her breasts from Lisa before pulling her into a side headlock. Lisa reversed that almost immediately, taking a back hammer before switching to a headlock of her own. Emma’s height advantage made that a tough hold to maintain, Lisa finding herself fired to the ropes and then floored with a shoulder tackle. Emma used the hair to pull Lisa up, throwing her into the corner, but there, Lisa caught her with a kick to the stomach as she came in. Emma stumbled onto the ropes, where kneeling, she found Lisa pressing her into the ropes, using her curvaceous body well. Emma was in a bit of bother as Lisa yanked on the ropes, sending her to the mat in the centre of the ring.

Showing she was quick to learn, Lisa used the hair to pull Emma into a side head scissor adding a hand smother to the mix before Emma turned into the hold, breaking loose as she pressed her elbows into the inside of Lisa’s knees. Again, Lisa slapped Emma’s bare breasts, this time with a little more force as Emma responded by stinging Lisa’s stomach with a slap of her own. Lisa again went for the headlock, but this time Emma ducked the attempt, using the waist lock and atomic drop to punish the pro wrestling star. From there, a fairly straightforward grapevine and breast smother was enough to force Lisa to submit again. She had gone toe to toe with an experienced catfighter within a couple of hours of first getting into the ring though, showing that her wrestling skills would transfer well to the catfight world.

‘You’’ be just fine with the right practice’ Emma said, echoing her mother’s earlier thoughts. ‘I think that’ll do for today, but let’s make sure we get some more dates set up now. Tell us about your opponent too. That way, Steve can do a little digging to see what else we can find out about her style.’

And so, by the time we all parted company that day, plenty more training dates had been agreed while I also had the small task of finding out about the catfighting skills of Brittany O’Shea as well. The American was a well-known pro wrestler with many independent promotions in the States. From somewhere though, I hoped to find out about her as a catfighter to help Lisa formulate a plan to beat her in the transatlantic bitch fight challenge!