Gemma Faraday vs. Teddy Cat Hori: Going Hardcore

Gemma was too stunned by Teddy's jubilant reaction to back off, accepting the cat girl's hug with a shrug and a confused smile for the audience. The pair of them drew a good laugh from the crowd, and even Gemma couldn't help but chuckle. Even if doing so reminded her of how badly her ribs were aching.

When Teddy bounced back, Gemma tried to shake off her confusion. She couldn't stay mad at the cat girl- what would she have gotten mad about, any way? Teddy being a good wrestler? Gemma shrugged the thought off, trying to get her head back in the game. "Right, then," she said, rolling her shoulders, bouncing on her heels, trying to push down the pain and get herself limber again. "Back to the grappling, luv, no more hugs! 'Cept maybe the painful sort!"

And in an instant, the pair of them were locked up, again. Gemma tried pushing forward, once, but a sharp stab of pain from her back told her that was a terrible idea. Thinking quickly, the Brit tried to change things up and step around and behind her opponent. If she could snake her way back there, Gemma would lock in a rear waist lock, to try and take control of Teddy from an uncomfortable, unexpected position.

"Woah!"

Teddy yelped, Gemma slipping behind her, grabbing her from behind as the cat girl struggled, her butt rubbing against Gemma's waist.

"W-what are you doing-nya!?"

Biting her lip, Gemma was still trying to push through the pain. Her aching chest was stinging, pressed firmly up against Teddy Cat's back. Gemma took a deep breath, however, and carried through with her next move: a simple takedown, trying to lift the cat girl off her feet, and plant her at the ringside floor.

This wasn't the usual place for technical grappling displays, but Gemma needed the rest. Not willing to gamble with another weapon, but not strong enough yet to pull off the heavy moves that would wear Hori down. So, old timey British grappling, it was. Not her strong suit, but something that would hopefully make her old trainers proud.

Gemma tried to spin her body around, then, like a pinwheel, her firm figure sliding over Teddy's as she reversed her position. Gemma would wrap an arm around Teddy's neck, then, locking in a headlock that would allow her to hoist the cat girl, and herself, to their knees.

"Woah!"

Teddy yelped as Gemma, impressively, got her off her feet, the younger fighter lifting her up and dropping her chest first onto the mat, before locking in the headlock and pulling her upwards.

"Mff..Ngg...l-leggo../head locks are mean!"

Teddy groaned, the sudden lift and drop stunning her a bit, moving around on her knee's as she tried to escape the tight arm that was choking her a little, her struggles causing her tight, barely clad, butt to squirm about, to the delight of the fans behind her.

“Headlocks are 'mean,' cupcake?” Gemma said, with a giggle. “Who was it that had my pretty little head caught between her legs, earlier? Eh?” Gemma was firmly in control, now, and enjoying that fact thoroughly. Not quite enough to completely make up for the beating she'd taken earlier, but being dominant was still a foreign enough feeling that it left her a bit giddy.

In fact, she was feeling good enough about her current domination that she thought it might be time to have some fun, again. And looking down at Teddy's squirming bottom was giving the Brit an idea or two. Wrenching on the headlock a little, Gemma released it as she lifted Teddy up and struck her hard across the abs with a knee. Draping the cat girl's body across the knee, Gemma then lifted a hand, milked the moment for as long as it took the crowd to catch on to what was coming next- then started raining down spanks, right across Teddy Cat's tail end!

"Oh cmon! That was flirting!"

Teddy yelled back, thinking her struggles were working when she got out of the headlock...only to have a knee smashed into her midsection, gasping as the air was forced out of her.

By the time she got her air back, she was leaning over Gemma's knee, realizing what she was planning.

"H-hey! Don't do that! AHH!! Stop it! That stings!"

Teddy yelled, squirming and kicking her legs, her struggles actually lowering her tight shorts a little, exposing her butt a little more, just enough for the next few slaps to really sting!

Both Gemma and the crowd were sharing a laugh, as she took her open palm to Teddy hard. Rocking her knee a bit, Gemma was looking to keep the cute little cat girl off her game, and at her mercy. Repeatedly, Gemma's hand bounced off of Teddy's toned butt, trying to redden the cat girl's fair skin and enjoying the sound of her protests maybe a bit too much. Gemma's own rear end had been subjected to this kind of treatment a few times in AFW, but getting to deal it out was a massive rush.

After a few tentative slaps, Gemma gave her open palm a bit of a lick, slow and certain that the crowd was getting a good look to build tension, before bringing down one final smack that echoed through the arena. With a melodramatic gesture, Gemma rolled Teddy off of her knee, and dumped her onto the mat at her feet. Rising to a full standing position, Gemma held out her arms for the fans, soaking in their cheers and laughs, going ahead and owning that moment for a bit before turning her attention back to her opponent.

That last slap, oh man. The other slaps to her butt, they stung, but she was more embarrassed than anything.

That last slap though? On her bare backside? That one hurt.

"Nyyaaa!

Teddy yelped, being rolled off her knee's and whimpering, rubbing her tight, stinging backside, now red from the smacks. Getting back to her feet, she pulled her shorts back up, her pouting making her look every bit like a sad (though very adorable) kitty.

"Nyaa...my butt...you know, normally, when a hot girl pulls down my shorts, its for something good!"

She said, pouting at Gemma as she finished rubbing, letting out little mrows as she, feeling better, and getting her arms back up.

"You know, its only fair now that I expose your butt!"

Gemma was still having a bit of a giggle, as Teddy Cat got herself back upright. "Awh, come on, now, luv! They had fun with it, why can't you?" The next bit that the cat girl said, however, caused the Brit to do a double-take. "W-wait, what?"

Instinctively, Gemma clasped her hands protectively over her bum, drawing a bit of a laugh from the crowd. The Brit's wide brown eyes darted from one end of the arena to the other, as she backed away from Teddy. Torso forward, bent at the knees, Gemma paced around, ducking and weaving around the cat girl a bit.

"You'd have to catch me first, kitten," she said, eyeing Teddy's leg. The cat girl had some rather powerful legs, but Gemma had managed to take her down low a few times. Lunging forward, Gemma removed her hands from their bottom-protecting position to try and catch Teddy around the leg, and yank her down onto her front, once again attempting to use technical skill to establish control of the match. Still, Teddy's threat had the Brit rattled, and she wasn't going to be exactly on-point, going into the move.

Teddy had been kidding about spanking Gemma back, but girls look of worry, either fake or real, made Teddy giggle. While this had been a rather painful match so far, she couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun.

Watching her move around, Teddy was surprised when Gemma tried a frontal approach, dropping to her knees to grab Gemma around her waist!

"GOTCHA!"

Holding the girl around her waist, Teddy stood up, before pulling Gemma up and falling back, trying to throw the girl towards the center of the ring with a Gutwrench Suplex!