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."