Cathy and Melissa by NRG F/f wrestling and face-sitting A few weeks after Paula had boxed with Joanna, I received a call from Peter, he'd found a new opponent for Paula and did we want him to arrange a fight. I told him we did. "That's good," he said, "because it's already arranged, this weekend Joanna's going to wrestle a woman called Cathy and I've set Paula up to box with her seventeen-year old daughter Melissa." "Won't she be a bit young?" "No she's a big lass about the same height and weight as Paula and she has done some boxing before, so they should be quite evenly matched. Be ready at about six o'clock Saturday, Jo and I will come and collect you." When Paula came home from work, I told her the plan for Saturday night. "Good," she said, "I was getting bored sparring with Peter all the time." As arranged earlier in the week, Peter collected us at six, and drove us to meet Cathy and Melissa. We arrived at their house, a very large detached mansion just off of Kingston Hill, with a large garage at the side. "Cathy's husband John owns a sports equipment company, he's had the garage converted to a gym," Peter told us, as he pulled up by the front door. This would be Peter and Joanna's third visit to the house Jo had wrestled with Cathy twice before both having won one contest. John answered the door and showed us in, despite owning a sports equipment factory and having access to his own private gym, John was considerably over weight, he led us straight through to the gym. "Don't use it myself, built it more for the wife," he explained. In one corner was a multi-gym set up and a few free weights, a well-used punch bag was suspended from the ceiling, but most impressive of all was the ring which occupied most of the remaining space. John saw me admiring the ring, "My company make them, we even export them to the States," he said. The girls went off to get ready, while Peter, John and I made the final preparations for the forthcoming contests. Paula would box with Melissa first, they had agreed to fight eight two-minute rounds, Peter would be refereeing the bout and should it go the full eight rounds also decide the winner, it was decided that he would only stop the fight for an injury, not to save either of them from being knocked out. Melissa was first to climb into the ring, she was an inch taller than Paula at five foot seven and a little heavier weighing an even twelve stone. She had her red hair cut boyishly short, showing off her pretty face. Melissa didn't want to box bare-breasted and was immaculately turned out in white boots, white shorts with a black waistband and stripe down the leg, a white sleeveless vest completed her outfit and actually did little to conceal her forty- two inch chest. Looking at her I had to admit that once she lost some of her puppy fat, she would be a very attractive young lady. Paula shortly followed her into the ring, wearing the same red shorts that she had worn for her fight with Joanna, and a red sleeveless vest which like Melissa's did nothing to hide her forty inch breasts. Cathy would be acting as Melissa's second and Joanna would be in Paula's corner. Peter handed each of them a pair of eight ounce gloves, black for Melissa and red, to match her attire, for Paula. Once they were gloved up, Peter called them to the middle of the ring for their final instructions, as he finished they touched gloves briefly and then went back to their corners to wait for the opening bell. John rang the bell and the two girls came to the middle of the ring, both of them poking out their left hands, probing each other's defence for an opening. Paula feinted a left at Melissa's body, her guard dropped slightly and Paula caught the youngster with a solid right to the head. Mel blocked Paula's following left and ducking inside, ripped two hard hooks into Paula's body. Paula gasped and tried to grab and hold on to Melissa, but she slipped away and with a satisfying thud of leather on female flesh, she landed another brace of hooks to Paula's body. Paula sagged and dropped to her knees, and luckily for her Melissa's right hand passed harmlessly over her head as she fell forward, otherwise the fight would have been all over with almost half of the first round still to go. Paula regained her feet by the time Peter had counted to seven, and breathing deeply, she raised her gloves ready to continue. Mel attacked again hoping to quickly knock out her winded foe, but Paula had other ideas and she left smacked into the eager youngsters face snapping her head back. Melissa ignored the punch and pressed home her attack another left hook to the belly and a right to the side of the head had Paula stumbling against the ropes but the bell ended the round before Melissa could finish her off. Disappointed at being denied the opportunity of knocking out my wife, she flounced back to her corner, scorning the use of a stool, the young red head stood with her back to the post and arms stretched along the top rope. On her stool and breathing heavily Paula glared across the ring, as Melissa pointed at her and then at the canvas. "Cocky Little Bitch! I'll show her who's going to go down," she hissed through clenched teeth to Joanna. "Just stay cool and remember what Peter taught you, try and keep her off with your jab," advised Jo, "she'll run out of steam if she insists on standing up between rounds and doing that." In the other corner Mel was dancing up and down, impatiently waiting for the bell to ring. "Seconds out," called John, Joanna replaced Paula's mouthpiece as she rose slowly from her stool gaining as much rest as possible, "Round two." Paula flicked out her left as Mel stormed forward throwing more hooks at Paula's body, expecting this she crouched and tucked in her elbows blocking the blows, then slipping to Melissa's left she speared the youngster with a punishing right to the breast, and moved into the centre of the ring. Mel, still feeling the effects of Paula's punch came forward again this time more cautiously, poking out her left jab, Paula parried it with her glove and stung Mel with another shot to her left breast. Paula had recovered well from her first round knockdown and was using good footwork to avoid Mel's punches, and all the time scoring with her own jab to the redhead's face and chest. As the end of the round approached, Mel launched another furious attack and drove Paula back to the ropes, still blocking most of Mel's blows with her arms, all the time digging her own punches into Mel's ample chest. Paula knew she was beginning to hurt the redhead as every time her gloved fists found their soft target the girl gave a slight gasp. The bell ended the round with them still exchanging punches and Peter had to pull them apart, to send them to their own corners. A better round for Paula but I thought Melissa was probably ahead on points. Once again Melissa refused to use her stool during the break, "foolish bravado," I thought as I watched her mother sponge down her heaving chest as dragged in deep draughts of air into her lungs. Her right eye was also looking a bit red and swollen where Paula's jab had caught her in the last round. Paula although breathing deeply was still facially unmarked, as Mel had concentrated her attacks on Paula's body. John rang the bell for the third round and the two girls prepared to resume the battle. Melissa began the round cautiously this time, probing for an opening with her jab, all the time Paula was finding Melissa's head an increasingly easy target for her own left jab. As the round progressed, Melissa found herself being pushed back towards her corner, Paula switched her attack back to the body left-right-left to the ribs and a double left hook to the breasts forced Mel to grab Paula in a clinch, in order to gain some respite from Paula's punishing punches. Peter pulled them apart and warned Mel about holding. "Box on," he said stepping aside, for the first time in the fight Paula seemed to have gained the upper hand but it wasn't to last long. Paula moved in throwing a right to Melissa's body and she threw a desperate counter that caught Paula flush on the nose. Paula pitched forward on rubber legs and Melissa struck her a glancing blow high on her head sending her the rest of the way down to the canvas. Melissa sauntered to the neutral corner raising her hands above her head in victory confident that Paula was knocked out. Peter's count had reached four and Paula had managed to push herself up onto her hands and knees, with her head hanging down, little splashes of blood were dropping to the floor from her now bloodied nose. Paula lifted her head to look at Peter as the count reached seven, and John rang the bell to end the round. Melissa face dropped when she realised that Paula had been saved by the bell. Paula regained her feet and wobbled uncertainly to her corner where she slumped onto her stool. Joanna had a lot of work to do to help Paula recover for the next round and also stop her heavily bleeding nose. In the opposite corner still not sitting down Melissa was having an icepack applied to her right eye by Cathy. The eye was badly swollen now and almost completely closed. The bell sounded the start of round four. Melissa quickly crossed the ring trying to trap Paula in her own corner. Letting Mel come onto her Paula grabbed her in a clinch gaining vital resting time. Peter separated them again this time waving a warning finger at Paula. When they resumed Paula slipped a left that was aimed at her head and clinched once more, resting her head on Melissa's shoulder so that blood from her nose dribbled down Mel's back staining her white vest. Peter broke them apart, giving Paula a second warning for holding. This time on the command "Box on," it was Paula who reacted the quickest snapping her left into Mel's face and then dodging away from the counter punch. After seeming to have had the fight won, Melissa was now becoming more and more frustrated by Paula's spoiling tactics, and she threw a wild right swing, which took her off balance, Paula who had recovered well from the previous round's knock down stepped inside the punch and hammered a left into the young redhead's belly. Melissa staggered into the ropes, winded and Paula was on her straight away, left-right-left all landed on Mel's face and it was now her turn to seek the safety of a clinch. The bell ended the round with them still entangled on the ropes. Returning to their corners both fighters looked glad of the chance for rest, and for the first time Melissa sat down between rounds, she was finding it really hard to breathe, her chest heaving as she drew in great gulps of air through her wide-open mouth, like Paula she now had a bloody nose and her once immaculate white outfit was stained with both hers and her opponent's blood, her right eye was also little more than a puffy slit that she couldn't possibly see out of, in the last couple of rounds she would have real trouble seeing and avoiding Paula's punches. In Paula's corner Joanna tried hard to staunch the flow of blood from her nose, but although she was breathing hard Paula didn't seem to been in as much difficulty as her young opponent. "Seconds out. Round five," called John. As they moved to the rings, centre Paula definitely looked to be the fresher of the two. Melissa scored with her jab starting the blood flowing again from Paula's nose. Paula countered with two fast jabs to Mel's right eye. Melissa went backwards, Paula followed and she tried to jab her away as her back touched the ropes Paula slammed a punch hard into her right breast, squealing in pain she tied to grab and hold but Paula pushed her off and a hard right to the head dropped her to the canvas. Using the ropes to pul herself up Melissa was on her feet by the time Peter had counted to six, nodding her willingness to continue, Peter allowed Paula forward to attack again. A left jab to the breast brought down Mel's guard and a right to the face sent her rocking backwards to the ropes. Paula hit her again on the breast. Mel sobbed in pain but wouldn't go down instead she threw her arms round Paula desperate not to go down, Paula shoved her away, Mel sagged against the ropes too tired to cover up, Paula's right glove smashed into her face splitting her upper lip, Paula stepped back and the stricken youngster fell to the floor, Unbelievably the teenager pulled herself to her feet before the count had reached eight. "Do you want to quit?" Peter asked her, Mel shook her head and raised her gloves, peter stepped aside and motioned Paula forward to finish her off, but before she could strike Cathy unable to stand seeing her daughter take another punch, hurled Melissa's towel into the ring and Peter jumped in to stop the fight. Peter raised Paula's hand in victory . "The winner by technical knock out in the fifth round PAULA!" he announced. After helping the battered and crying Melissa out of the ring the four women disappeared into the house, Paula and Melissa to clean up, Cathy and Joanna to get ready for their wrestling match. As before, the wrestling would be best of five submissions with a thirty minute time limit. After a short while Cathy and Joanna returned to the gym eager to get on with their match. "Where are the other two?" I asked. "We left them upstairs talking boxing," answered Cathy, "they'll be down shortly so we can get started. The two women climbed into the ring. Cathy slipped of her gown to reveal her 37-25-36 figure clad in a pure white skintight one piece swimsuit, her straight black hair pulled into a ponytail, unlike her daughter there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body, her muscular arms and legs proving that the weights and multi-gym equipment were well used. Joanna disrobed to reveal the same bright yellow swimsuit that she had worn for her one-sided wrestling match with Paula. This was going to be a hard contest Joanna was taller and heavier than Cathy and also fifteen years younger at twenty-seven, but Cathy was definitely the more muscular of the two and according to Peter far more experienced. I was to be the referee this time and John and Peter would second their respective spouses. The contest began slowly as the two women tested each others strength, suddenly Cathy took Jo in an arm lever and then swung her into the corner post, just like a professional, before she could recover, Cathy banged Jo's head hard into the padded corner post slightly stunned Joanna fell to the floor Cathy grabbed hold of her legs and rolling her onto her front, she placed one foot either side of her body and started to lean backwards, a perfect boston- crab there was no escape for Joanna and she screamed out her submission. I realised that this was going to be a violent struggle unlike Jo's more sedate bout with Paula. They came together again in the middle of the ring Joanna keen to return some of the punishment that she had received, she grabbed Cathy in a headlock and whipped across the ring. Jo pounced on Cathy before she could recover and after a brief struggle on the floor, Jo secured a wrist-lock and then managed to clamp her beautiful thighs around Cathy's head, the more Cathy struggled the harder Jo squeezed it was only a matter of time before Cathy would be forced to submit. Cathy made a final effort to break the hold by digging the fingers of her free hand into Jo's calf but this just made Jo exert even more pressure with her thighs, and give her wrist a sharp twist. I asked Cathy if she would submit "Noooo!" she gasped. Jo increased the pressure again, the veins on her neck standing out with the effort. I asked again. "NOOOoooo!" A sharp twist of her wrist by Joanna, "Yeessss!" she cried out in pain. One submission each and nearly ten minutes of the bout gone. Both women were glistening with sweat as they circled each other at the start of the third fall. Joanna made the first move gaining another wrist-lock and arm lever on Cathy's already weakened arm and forced her down to the canvas where she could try and use her powerful legs to their best advantage. Determined not to be trapped Cathy managed to break free from Jo, and there followed another struggle for supremacy on the floor. Jo finally got Cathy in a full nelson and then added a body scissors. Unable to make her escape from this combination of holds Cathy quickly submitted, making it two one to Joanna with fifteen minutes gone. Cathy was anxious to gain an equalising submission and when the bout resumed took the initiative with a side head lock, this time she dropped to the canvas, banging Jo's head hard on the mat, releasing the head lock she was soon astride Joanna's back and grasping her round the chin she yanked her head upwards and backwards with a painful neck stretch. This time Joanna was quick to shout out her submission, in no time at all Cathy had secured the equalising fall. The contest was balanced on a knife edge. The two amazons circled each other warily knowing that one mistake would cost them the bout. Jo took Cathy by the arm and threw her backwards into the ropes, as Cathy bounced off, Jo brought her knee up sharply into the older woman's belly. Cathy hit the floor gasping for breath, Jo flipped her onto her back and then dropped her knee onto Cathy's chest, she squealed in pain. Joanna was now straddling her, with her knees either side of her head and her crotch only a couple of inches from the black- haired woman's face. Cathy brought her legs up and tried to gain a body scissors and force the younger woman off, Jo saw this coming and trapped Cathy's feet with her elbows. With her opponent bent double Jo lowered herself onto Cathy's face, there was no escape now, Cathy either gave in to this most humiliating of holds or suffocated with her face pressed hard into Jo's pubic hair. Cathy signalled her surrender and I told Jo to let her up. Jo released Cathy's legs but before she stood up ground her crotch into the defeated woman's face just to let her how thoroughly beaten she'd been. I raised Jo's hand in victory. " The winner three submissions to two. JOANNA!" It had been a bad night for our host John, first he had seen his daughter battered to defeat by Paula and then his wife humiliated by Joanna. After commiserating with his wife John turned to Peter and I and said, "We might as well go in the house for a drink while the girls get cleaned up, and I also want to discuss a small business proposition with you and your wives."