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Sara’s Smythe Match
By Wolfboy
Sara continues the mind games with a match on Emma’s home turf
Once again fancying herself as something of a mistress of psychological warfare,
Sara decided to come to Emma’s home turf for another match. This time she would
appear for the Smythe’s in an invitation catfight against one of the rising
stars of the open weight catfight scene, the self-styled ‘Gothic Princess’,
Keighley. At just 19 years old, Keighley had already got herself a reputation as
a catfighter whose star was on the rise. A run of 8 straight wins in competitive
fights had seen to that, and with the last four all coming under the Smythe
banner by way of cruelly applied face sit submissions, she was seen as a fighter
to watch now. At 5 feet 8 inches and a solid 175lbs, she was well built for
smothering. Sara too was well known for her smother submissions via breast
smother, and so the agreed upon rules were simply anything goes with a knockout
smother required to win the match which had no time limit. The match was to be
held in the tighter confines of the occasionally used Smythe pool, both women
preferring the smaller space as it guaranteed that they wouldn’t have to go
looking for each other.
Emma had identified Keighley as a potential asset for the Smythe’s on one of her
scouting trips, and while Emma hadn’t yet taken on the Goth Princess herself,
Sara knew that Emma took a keen interest in her progress. Holding the match in
the Smythe mansion just guaranteed that news of it would reach Emma. She needn’t
have worried on that count though as Emma and I sat in the front row of the
crowd, my wife eager to learn all she could about her nemesis before the fifth
meeting between the two. The match had officially been billed as an
inter-company challenge match, though we had little doubt that it was Sara who
had instigated the challenge. Keighley was a credible opponent, one on the rise
certainly, but perhaps not yet at real championship level with a woman of Sara’s
experience. We fancied that Sara would prevail in a tough fight. Still, there
was a level of anticipation among the relatively small crowd, restricted by the
smaller capacity pool room. Having been entertained by two preliminary matches,
the second of which saw Kensi Welsh win a first eliminator in her quest to
become number one contender to Claire’s lightweight title, the audience were
ready.
They didn’t have to wait too long for the appearance of the first fighter,
Keighley. The Goth Princess looked confident as she slipped over the edge of the
pool, her feet touching down on the softer matted surface of its floor. Dressed
all in black, she peeled off a long black T-shirt to show her outfit for the
fight as she stood in the pool wearing just a pair of black floral lace pattern
tights and a matching crop top. Dark makeup, jet black painted nails and long
straight jet-black hair completing the goth look of the young catfighter. She
paced a little in the pool, surrounded by the unforgiving walls as she waited
for Sara to enter the arena. The blonde American took her time too, Keighley
having to wait fully five minutes before the crowd caught a first glimpse of
Sara. The blonde swept through the room, a long black and red gown covering her
from neck to ankle until she reached the edge of the pool. Allowing the gown to
fall from her shoulders, it pooled at her feet in a bundle of satin as the crowd
murmured appreciatively at her choice of outfit; a red satin plunge front bra,
thong and matching suspender belt teamed with sheer black stockings. The blonde
knew how to make an impression as she slipped into the pool, quickly joined by
the referee as the two women stood, eyeing each other across the tight fight
arena.
The announcer called events to order now as he began ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this
is an inter-company catfight challenge match with no holds barred and no time
limit. It can only be won by a smother to a knockout; no other submission moves
will count. Introducing first, on my left, from the Smythe Federation, the Goth
Princess, Keighley. She is 5 feet 8 inches, weighs 175lbs and measures
40DD-28-38 with a catfight record of 8 wins without defeat.’ Keighley glared
sullenly at Sara as the crowd applauded her before the announcer continued ‘and
on my right, from the Southern Belles Catfight Association is Sara. She is 5
feet 9 inches, weighs 161lbs and measures 38DD-26-38 with a catfight record of
34 wins and 8 defeats.’ Again, the crowd applauded as Sara kept eye contact with
Keighley while the referee called them both to the centre of the mats. The
referee offered no great instruction, instead just telling the two women to
‘Fight!’ and Keighley looked to start fast, a jab to the face shocking Sara and
five fast punches to the body immediately drove the blonde American back to the
wall where Keighley stunned her again with a short headbutt to the face. The
Goth Princess grabbed Sara’s flowing, long blonde hair, using it to throw her
across the small fight area. Sara rolled into a seated position up against the
wall, narrowly dodging a hard kick aimed at her head by Keighley, and then Sara
fired back from her seated position, a punch catching the Goth Princess in the
crotch. Keighley dropped to her knees as Sara lunged at her, hands around the
jet haired vixens throat as she choked her while banging her head off the wall
of the pool.
‘How do you like that bitch?’ Sara gloated as Keighley eyes bugged from the
power of Sara's grip around her throat. The Goth Princess was young, but an
experienced fighter though, and she took the opportunity to rake Sara's eyes,
causing an immediate break of the hold as Sara’s hands went to her eyes.
Keighley was all action still, going back on the attack with a right hand sunk
in right on the waist band of Sara’s red satin thong. Sara moaned as the
heavy-handed teenager hammered home another right hand before using the hair to
pull Sara to her feet and lift her into a crunching across the knee back
breaker. Bending Sara across her knee cruelly, Keighley delivered a headbutt to
the stomach before pushing Sara off her and to the mat. She rose, looking to the
crowd confidently as she felt she had the American blonde exactly where she
wanted her. The heel of Keighley’s foot slammed down on Sara’s left breast now,
keeping the flat on her back as Keighley dropped down on to her in a reverse
schoolgirl pin position. Sara defended desperately, arms folded high across her
chest against the teenage brawlers favoured reverse face sit, so Keighley went
to the body instead, a left-hand hammering into Sara’s belly. The American
wasn’t done yet though swinging her legs back and pulling Keighley forward off
her body. With the dark-haired fighter suddenly trapped face down on the mat
between her thighs, Sara tensed them, putting the young fighter through some
pain of her own. Sara squeezed hard again, drawing a moan from the teenager, but
a shriek from Sara as Keighley managed to apply a crotch claw showed that
Keighley was also a resourceful fighter. Sara responded in kind, clawing
Keighley’s ass briefly, but sensing she was getting the worst of the claw holds,
she turned her loose, scrambling away from the Goth Princess and her probing
fingers.
The jet-haired fighter rose quickly too, but straight into Sara’s front headlock
which quickly turned into a body slam leaving Keighley winded down on the mat as
the fight continued at a frantic pace. Now Sara took her chance to stomp her
fallen opponent, her foot slamming into Keighley’s side before she pulled her
back to her feet, looking to run her face into the lightly padded wall of the
pool. Keighley blocked that, bracing herself with both hands placed against the
wall, but Sara took that in her stride, quickly hooking a punch in to the
teenager’s belly before using the hair to roughly yank her down to the mat.
Showing impressive speed, Sara dropped down into position to try and apply the
grapevine / breast smother combination on her young opponent. Sara had no
trouble getting control of Keighley’s legs, her stocking clad thighs
overpowering Keighley’s, but the teenager was able to defend the breast smother
well, arms folded firmly on top of her own breasts to prevent Sara from
completing the move. Sara tried to push Keighley’s arms to the mat above her
head unsuccessfully, she crashed slaps off the tough teenager’s face and body,
even cruelly clawed Keighley’s breasts and armpits as she tried to force her
into the smother. Keighley screamed her defiance at her blonde tormentor though,
and with Sara unable to complete the hold, she realised she would need to soften
up the Goth Princess some more if she was going to be able to smother her out.
A knee up into the crotch from Sara ensured that Keighley was suitably subdued
as Sara pulled her back to her feet. This time, Sara took another firm handful
of hair and was able to run Keighley’s face into the wall of thee pool before
attempting to lift the apparently stunned Goth into a body slam. Keighley had
other ideas though, steadfastly blocking the attempt before slamming her elbow
down across Sara’s neck. The blonde dropped to her knees, Keighley drove a knee
between her DD breasts, and Sara was flat on her back, looking up at the lights
as Keighley delivered a flying leg drop across her breasts. Now as Keighley
wrapped her thick thighs around Sara’s head in a side head scissor, it was
evident that the Goth Princess was bleeding slightly from a graze above her
eyebrow where Sara had driven her into the pool wall. She was undeterred by it
though, punching Sara in the stomach, then the crotch before looking to clamp
her hand down over the blonde’s nose and mouth in a hand smother. Sara bucked
and squirmed, looking to get the Goth Princess off her, but another right hand
to the crotch put paid to that brief show of resistance as the strong, black
lace clad thighs continued to punish the American whose moans of pain were still
muffled by Keighley’s hand. Sara found an answer to that part of her problems,
her teeth nipping at Keighley’s fingers to force them off her. There was no
dislodging the strong thighs of the teenager though as she continued to pour the
pressure on to the blonde. Now Keighley looked to move her position, sliding on
top of Sara to trap her in a reverse 69 head scissor. Sara groaned in pain, but
reached her legs up to also trap Keighley’s head in a scissor hold, her face
trapped in Sara’s crotch by the well applied scissor hold.
It may have led to a battle of wills as the two fighters looked to see who had
the stronger thighs, but Keighley had other ideas as she sunk her claws into
Sara’s butt. That freed up her head enough to deliver a short headbutt to Sara’s
crotch, and immediately the blonde American found herself in big trouble as
Keighley shifted her position to trap her in a reverse face sit, her 175lbs
frame immediately making it difficult for Sara to take in oxygen. Sara bridged,
a quick attempt to dislodge Keighley that she almost immediately regretted as
the Goth Princess grabbed the front of her red satin thong, puling it into a
painful wedgie that cruelly cut into her pussy. There was no give in the fabric
and giving wasn’t an option for Sara either in the knockout only match, her
moans of pain muffled effectively by the teenager’s ample curves. Sara bridged
again, desperately looking to force Keighley off her, but the Goth Princess was
not easily dislodged from her favoured smother hold, and it seemed that Sara
might be fading as she passed thirty seconds trapped in the face sit. There was
no obvious way out for Sara, but in her desperation, she clawed at Keighley’s
ass and thighs, and then reaching round, she applied something of a stomach claw
that drew a surprised shriek of pain from Keighley. Apparently on top, the last
thing Keighley had expected was the sharp pain that Sara’s nails had suddenly
delivered to her. Now another bridge from the blonde moved the teenager,
allowing the blonde to hungry gulp in air as she turned her head to the side.
Keighley sat back down on Sara’s face quickly, but it was the side of Sara’s
face now, and Sara was content to fight from beneath the Goth Princess, her
nails exacting their toll of the young fighter’s body as Keighley tried in vain
to smother the blonde now. Sara’s continued nail attacks were starting to force
Keighley into a more defensive stance now, the jet haired brawler slipping
forward t try and get away from the stomach claw, only to suddenly find herself
trapped in Sara’s scissor hold once again.
The Goth Princess had a quick escape from that hold, once more trying to get a
crotch claw on Sara who turned her loose, but was able to escape from beneath
Keighley. The blonde scrambled to her feet quickly against the wall of the pool,
breathing a little heavily as Keighley also rose and the two women started to
circle, jousting for position once more. Sara looked like she wanted to keep the
fight at distance for the time being, and Keighley’s enthusiasm to fight
suddenly seemed to work against her as Sara peppered her face and body with
well-timed jabs as the Goth Princess looked to rush in on her. Sara cruelly
targeted Keighley’s eye too whenever the chance presented itself, her ramrod
straight left jab keeping the graze open every time she rocked her head back
with it. The jet-haired fighter responded; kicks aimed at Sara's thighs landing
with more success as she looked to close the gap to take the jab out of play.
Sara backed up a little against the wall, and Keighley spotted her chance to
swarm in and pin the blonde against the wall. Sara was waiting on her though,
deftly side-stepping the Goth Princess before hammering her with two hard kidney
punches against the wall of the pool. Keighley dropped to her knees as Sara
grabbed her shock of jet-black hair to drive her face into the lightly padded
wall. Keighley was stunned as Sara kept hold of her hair, using it to pull
Keighley back first onto her knees, the move bringing a cry of pain from the
teenager. Now Sara locked eyes with Emma, the knowing look on her face
suggesting that she felt things were going her way now.
She certainly wasn’t about to allow Keighley back into the fight now if she
could help it, a handful of hair bringing Keighley half to her feet before a
knee lift to the chest floored her. Now Sara waited, patiently allowing the Goth
Princess to all fours before a straight soccer kick to the belly sent her
crashing back to the mat, clutching her stomach as she looked desperately to
roll clear of Sara. The blonde was content to stalk her young foe for now though
as Keighley slowly gathered her senses only for Sara to drop to her knees,
driving an elbow to the back of the teenager’s head. Then Sara was on her,
pinning her to the mats as she rained slaps around the face of the suddenly
under pressure teenager who looked to cover up as best she could until stopped
the high tempo assault. Now Sara hauled the teenager to her feet, a double
handful of her crop top aiding her before she tore the front of the lace garment
open to reveal Keighley’s 40DD breasts. Sara delivered a straight knee lift to
the crotch before pulling Keighley into a clinch to prevent her dropping to the
mat. A second knee, this time to the belly, further winded and weakened the jet
haired fighter before Sara heaved her into the air to deliver an authoritative
body slam in the centre of the pool area.
Now we saw the cocky, confident Sara of much of her rivalry with Emma, smiling
as she hauled Keighley back to her feet. Positioning the teenager against the
wall, she rocked her head side to side with a right and left hook combination
before an uppercut to the chin rolled the Goth Princess’s eyes back in her head.
She didn’t get chance to slide down the wall though as Sara placed a foot in her
stomach before monkey flipping her to the mat. Keighley hit hard and clearly
dazed from Sara’s three punch combination against the wall, she didn’t seem to
have any immediate plans to move as Sara told the crowd ‘it’s time to put this
bitch to sleep now!’ Then Sara dived on top of Keighley, a big full body splash
crushing the air from the her as Sara set her up slowly but surely for her
favourite finishing move, the super smother. First the blonde shifted position
to pin both of Keighley’s hands to the mat above her head, then slowly, her
powerful, sexy stocking clad legs wrapped around the lace clad legs of the Goth
Princess. A short headbutt to the face surprised Keighley then, extinguishing
the last bit of fight from her as Sara used one hand now to unhook her own red
satin bra, allowing it to fall from her body. Her breasts bared now, Sara winked
at Emma, a kind of ‘remember this?’ gesture, and then with a handful of black
hair ensuring Keighley’s face was upturned, she plunged her 38DD breasts in the
teenager’s face. Keighley immediately sprang into some kind of action now,
desperate to tray and dislodge Sara but the blonde had her now, and she knew it,
riding Keighley’s attempts with relative ease while she allowed her to
effectively tire herself out more for the first thirty seconds in the hold.
Keighley’s breathing was growing a little heavy now, even more so when Sara
reached back to punch her in the stomach and the crotch before tightly wrapping
her arms around the back of Keighley’s head to ensure that there was no escape
from the smothering pillow of her breasts. Keighley continued to battle hard
against the hold, aware that there was no way out with a submission, but it was
to no avail as Sara held the smother in place until she was content that
Keighley had been smothered out. Easing her breasts from Keighley’s face, Sara
held the pinning position allowing the referee to check the now beaten teenager,
confirming that she had indeed been won the bout via smother knockout.
Sara rose off Keighley, taking the acclaim of the crowd, but all the time, she
and Emma continued to stare holes through each other. It was clear to me that
the rivalry between the two was well and truly alive still; more so, that both
women still wanted at each other as well. As Sara climbed from the pool and left
the room, I knew it was now a case of when, rather than if that fifth match
between the two would happen. I was determined to make sure this time that Emma
was going to be as well prepared as possible for the challenge.