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Syndicate Title Match
By Wolfboy
Sara meets a tough Japanese fighter in defence of the Syndicate Title
We were awaiting Emma’s next showdown with her arch nemesis Sara, but before we
could get to that match, there was the small matter of Sara defending her Hong
Kong syndicate title. Sara had defended the title once since beating Emma to win
the inaugural belt, beating New Zealander Penny Booth in a long, but ultimately
one-sided battle. The super smother had eventually put paid to the New
Zealander, but we fancied that Sara would find her next opponent to be a tougher
proposition.
Japanese fitness model Mika Takuda would face off with Sara in an MMA cage in a
private fight club in Hong Kong. Mika matched up well physically with Sara; Sara
was curvier whereas Mika was a hard-bodied woman, but both were within a few
pounds of each other’s weight. Mika had a background in MMA, having won a couple
of amateur bouts before turning her hand to catfighting instead. Finding the
more lenient rules to her liking, she had quickly amassed a record of 15 wins
without tasting defeat. That record had brought the Japanese fighter to the
attention of the Hong Kong syndicate who were anxious to find a worthy
challenger for their champion. With the match being broadcast live over the
internet on pay-per-view, Emma and I were able to settle down to watch the match
from the comfort of our own home. Apart from the face we were hoping to pick up
more hints on how to beat Sara, we also thought it would be a great fight, so we
were both looking forward to the action.
The inside of the room was dark with lighting only on the cage itself and a spot
light on the walkway to the cage for the fighters. The agreed rules for this
title match were simple enough. It was to be a no time limit, no holds barred
catfight with one submission to win it. If the match reached the 20 minute mark,
there would be a two minute break in the action, and then the fight would
continue without further breaks until a winner was declared. It was also agreed
to be a topless catfight from the start with stripping of a fighters other
clothing also permitted. First to enter the cage was the Japanese fighter Mika
Takuda who wore a long white t-shirt over her fight attire until she reached the
cage door where she stripped off to enter the cage topless. Her silky jet-black
hair hung loosely around her shoulders as she stretched off in the cage. Her
chosen outfit was a modified spandex catsuit, white spandex leggings with a
stirrup foot and from the waist, just two spaghetti straps which crossed her
body, framing her breasts perfectly. The skin-tight leggings accentuated Mika’s
finely muscled legs too, and the young Japanese fighter looked like a powerful
and dangerous woman as she waited for the appearance of the champion, Sara.
The blonde American kept her younger opponent waiting just that little while
longer than was perhaps strictly necessary, allowing Mika’s nerves to build a
little before a change in the lighting indicated that the champion was on her
way to the cage. Unlike Mika, Sara walked to the ring topless, her outfit a
little different to the Japanese fighter as she wore a pair of scarlet hotpants
with matching fishnet hold up stockings. A flash of her hand revealed long, red
painted nails that threatened to do plenty of damage to the young Japanese if
she wasn’t right on her game.
The two women were joined in the cage by two other people, a female referee and
a ring announcer who got things started straight away. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen,
this contest is for the Hong Kong syndicate title and it is set for one
submission with no time limit and no holds barred. Introducing first, from
Japan, the challenger, Mika Takuda. She is 5 feet 9 inches tall, 156lbs and
measures 36C-23-37 with a perfect 15 catfights, 15 wins record. Her opponent
from America is the champion, Sara. Sara is 5 feet 9 inches tall, 161lbs and
measures 38DD-26-38 with a catfighting record of 36 wins and 8 defeats.’
With that, the announcer left the cage, handing over to the referee who took the
chance to issue her last instructions to the two women. Then with both back
against the wall of the cage, a bell rang and Hong Kong title match was
underway, Mika bouncing on her toes in the early going as she flicked jabs and
graceful kicks at Sara who blocked and looked to stalk the Japanese woman around
the cage. The first exchanges were fairly inconclusive until Mika flattened
Sara’s right breast with a stiff left jab and as Sara reeled back a little, Mika
rushed her back to the cage wall. A waist lock from Japanese woman allowed her
to force Sara’s back into the cage before she looked to go after the body with
two hard punches. Sara grimaced as she took them, feeling her opponent’s power
for the first time, before she looked to fight back with an elbow to Mika’s
hair, then going to the hair, she looked to pull her into a headlock. Mika was
wise to that though, punching hard again to the body and then crotch and Sara
was in some early trouble trapped against the cage wall. The Japanese fighter
wasn’t in the mood to let up either at this point in the fight, grabbing Sara in
a waist lock now before throwing her through the air in a kind of belly to belly
suplex that put the blonde on her back briefly before a handful of hair was used
to assist her back to her feet. Sara pounced as she rose under duress from Mika,
testing her challenger’s body with a hard right hand to the stomach. Mika was
stopped in her tracks for just long enough for Sara to gain her footing solidly
and aim a straight punt to the crotch that now sent the Japanese woman reeling
back to the cage wall.
Against the unforgiving cage, Mika braced her body for an assault from the
blonde brawler, which arrived but not in the way the challenger had expected.
Instead of fists and knees, Sara gracefully monkey flipped Mika, sending her
spinning through the air and onto the mat hard. Mika rolled as she landed,
attempting to get clear of Sara who quickly caught up with her, planting a kick
into her side to leave her flat on her back in the centre of the cage. Sara
immediately went to the hair, pulling Mika’s head and shoulders from the mat
before stunning her with two forearms to the face. Allowing the Japanese woman
to fall back to the mat, Sara fancied that she had her stunned enough to go for
the big splash only to meet nothing but mat as Mika instinctively rolled clear.
Now it was Sara who was down and winded as the hard-bodied Japanese fighter
gathered herself to attack, grabbing a handful of Sara’s flowing blonde hair,
using it to help her to her slam her face into the mat. With Sara face down on
the mat now, Mika knelt on her back before pulling her right arm up into a
painful armbar, planting one knee right in the joint to help her work the arm
over as Sara cried out in pain. A cruel twist saw Mika add torque to the hold as
Sara’s cries of pain intensified down on the mat as she writhed and squirmed
beneath her oriental foe, looking to escape.
Mika was in control for now though, twisting Sara’s fingers back now before
leaning forward to bite the blonde champions hand. Again, a cry of pain came
from Sara as the Japanese fighter continued to work on her. Releasing the arm
momentarily, Mile used Sara’s flowing blonde hair to slam her face to the mat
once more before staying with the hair to bring Sara to her feet. A quick twist
of the arm from Mika saw her maintain control, brushing off a right hand to the
stomach from Sara as she continued to dominate this spell of the fight. Adding a
second twist of the arm, she quickly fired two sharp uppercuts into the armpit
before releasing the arm, and as the American fighter shook her arm, apparently
trying to regain the feeling in it, Mika rushed her back into the wall of the
cage. Sara’s back arched as she met the unforgiving wall of the cage hard;
Mika’s right fist ploughed into the waistband of Sara’s hotpants immediately
drawing a gasp before she was back into the hair, wrapping in the fingers of her
left hand before she grasped the cage with it to trap Sara. Now the Japanese
looked to punish her blonde foe once more, a short headbutt to the face stunning
Sara before Mika leaned in, sinking her teeth into Sara’s right breast. Sara
shrieked in pain and surprise from the molar mauling that she suddenly found
herself on the receiving end of, and trapped against the wall of the cage, she
looked to be in some trouble.
Responding in the only way she could see, the champion wrapped her strong arms
around Mika’s head, accepting the bite would continue as she looked to force her
face into the smothering pillow of her 38DD breasts. It was a war of attrition
now, Sara still crying out as Mika’s teeth continued to punish her sensitive
breasts, Mika starting to moan herself as well as the smother started to have
some effect on her. A bigger impact on the Japanese fighter came from Sara’s
right knee which crashed into her pussy twice as she inadvertently strayed into
range, giving the champion a way out which she gratefully accepted. As the
Japanese fighter fell onto her backside in front of Sara, the blonde wasted no
time in lashing a kick across her chest to put her on her back before massaging
her tender right breast. Mika stirred slowly off the mat, Sara waiting until the
last moment to drop her again with an elbow across the back of the neck. Now
Sara waited again, standing over the Japanese fighter, waiting for her to reach
all fours. This time a straight kick to the side of the face dropped Mika again,
leaving her woozy down on the mat as it appeared the tough blonde brawler now
had the match back under control.
Sara wasn’t about to waste that position either I fancied as she hauled the
Japanese woman to her feet by her jet-black hair before sliding a hand between
her thighs and lifting her as if to slam her. Showing impressive strength though
Sara instead ran the 156lb woman back into the cage before dropping her to the
mat as she continued to attack. Sara immediately went back to the hair though,
getting Mika to all fours before the Japanese fighter surprised her with a punch
to the stomach. Sara rode the blow though, immediately catching her with a knee
to the side of the head as she maintained control. Flat on her back, Mika took a
heavy knee drop to the body now as Sara moved quickly into position for a
reverse ‘69’ head scissors, her thighs wrapping tightly around Mika’s head as
she crossed her fishnet clad legs at the ankles and began to squeeze hard. The
blonde’s legs carried plenty of power, framing Mika’s head as the challenger
began to moan in pain almost immediately. It was a position of control for Sara
too as with Mika’s body exposed in front of her, she was quick to add a double
breast claw to the hold, her long red nails going to work on Mika’s C cup
breasts as the Japanese woman was forced to grit her teeth and take it. A howl
of anguish escaped Mika’s lips as Sara cruelly dragged her nails across her
breasts; in response the Japanese fighter bunched the back of Sara’s hotpants
before forcing them in to a wedgie which had little effect it seemed as Sara
flexed her powerful thighs once more, before continuing to work Mika’s breasts
over.
Forced into a rethink, Mika now elected to slip Sara’s hotpants aside, trying to
get a pussy claw on to the currently dominant champion, Sara slammed a right
hand into Mika’s belly before a sudden widening of her eyes was followed by a
pained shriek as it was apparent Mika had her in the claw hold now. Again, there
was a battle of wills, Sara switching back to work over Mika’s breasts again
while the jet haired Japanese fighter continued to try and work the claw hold,
her fingers probing Sara’s womanhood. It was apparent that neither woman could
completely trap the other now, but Sara was first to move, catching Mika with
two crotch punches which put paid to the Japanese fighter’s crotch claw. The
champion quickly pulled Mika to her feet by the hair now, before delivering a
head butt to send her challenger reeling in to the wall of the cage. Confidently
Sara moved in, her fists cocked, ready to hammer the Japanese hard body only for
a snap front kick to catch her in the pit of the stomach stopping her in her
tracks. ‘Bitch!’ the stunned blonde mouthed as Mika slapped her face hard before
switching her into the cage wall. Showing fast feet now, Mika delivered kicks to
the inside of both of Sara’s thighs before, satisfied the kicks had spread
Sara’s legs wide enough, she delivered a crunching knee lift to the crotch which
almost lifted Sara’s feet from the floor of the cage.
A moan of pain came from the blonde as she slid down the wall of the cage,
sitting with her back against it and vulnerable to an attack from Mika which the
Japanese wasted no time in delivering; a knee strike to the breasts before she
slid her leg up Sara’s body, forcing her shin across the champions throat, a
handful of flowing blonde hair ensuring Sara could not easily get free. Now Mika
leant her weight into Sara, looking to punish the impressive champion against
the cage before a well-timed push from the blonde saw the challenger over
balance landing on her backside on the mat. Still, the Japanese woman was
quicker to her feet, Sara rising straight into a punishing front headlock /
choke as Mika immediately leaned back to increase the pressure. Sara immediately
recognised the danger of the situation, Mika using the hold to try and choke a
submission out of the champion, and she responded, her fist repeatedly hammering
into the young Japanese fighter’s body to force a break. Mika still kept control
though, sending a right hand into Sara’s jaw before flooring her again with a
knee lift to the body, and raising her hands, it was evident the Japanese
challenger saw things going her way in the fight. It was certainly true that she
had punished Sara at times so far, and she continued that, twisting the blonde’s
arm into an arm bar before sending a kick into her armpit again. Concentrating
her attack on the shoulder and arm once more, Mika pinned Sara’s arm to the mat
before swinging her body into the air to drive her knee into the back of the
shoulder. An effective move as Sara yelled out in pain from the impact as she
found herself pulled from the canvas and lifted into an across the knee back
breaker.
Confidently, Mika pushed Sara off her knee to the mat before rolling her onto
her front to give her the chance to straddle her back. A camel clutch was
swiftly and painfully applied by Mika, pulling Sara’s pained arms back across
her knees before electing for a double handful of blonde hair to secure the
hold. ‘Submit bitch?’ Mika enquired as Sara cried out her defiance of the hold;
the jet haired Japanese fighter continuing to rip at Sara’s blonde hair as the
punishment continued and the blonde refused to give up. Now Mika switched up to
a more traditional camel clutch, both hands locked around Sara’s chin as she
continued to pull back, punishing the American’s back. Looking to fight back
now, Sara shifted slightly beneath the Japanese woman before quickly getting to
all fours, I expected Mika to instantly drop Sara back to the mat again, but she
didn’t and it proved to be a mistake as Sara demonstrated her strength, lifting
Mika on her back as she got to her feet and Mika continued to cling desperately
on to the chin lock. Sara wasted no effort now, simply falling back as soon as
she got to her feet, driving Mika hard into the mat, and with the match just
past the ten minute mark, both women lay, loosely entwined on the mat as they
looked to regather themselves. Sara’s head lay across the crotch of her Japanese
foe, and that was to the American’s advantage as she stirred first with a short
sharp back headbutt to the crotch before getting to her feet holding a good
fistful of Mika’s silky jet-black locks. The Japanese challenger was hauled to
her own feet now, under protest as Sara went to the body with a right hand
before unceremoniously throwing Mika across the cage.
As Mika slid to a halt against the wall of the cage, Sara was on her quickly
with a baseball slide, her foot sinking into Mika’s tight abs as she looked to
break down the well-toned, athletic fighter. Mika groaned, clutching at her
stomach as Sara quickly grabbed her ankles, flipping her onto her stomach and
into a boston crab. It was a good move from the blonde, surprising Mika with her
wrestling skill as she found herself under pressure down on the mat. Sara had
her trapped it seemed as Mika’s fingers grasped at the cage while Sara slipped
her own fingers inside the Japanese woman’s tight spandex catsuit, probing for a
crotch claw as she switched to a single leg boston crab. Mika cried out in pain
as Sara’s fingers evidently found their target; the Japanese woman’s eyes
betrayed her pain too as the camera zoomed in for a close up, but she was
resourceful and determined. Using the cage, she hauled her upper body from the
mat slightly, before explosively straightening her legs to send Sara flying face
first to the mat.
Unhurt though, Sara bounced quickly to her feet, looking to close the gap on
Mika only for the Japanese fighter to snap out a kick from the floor, catching
Sara in the stomach. As she doubled over, another kick, up into her breasts,
sent her sprawling on her back to the mat, giving Mika time to get to her feet
now. The challenger wasted no time too as she looked to get back on top in the
fight now, burying a hard kick in Sara’s side as the blonde made it to all
fours. Rolled immediately onto her back, the powerful blonde found herself
gasping for air as Mika’s heel crashed undefended into the pit of her stomach,
and in a matter of seconds, the challenger was back on top. She was on top
literally too, dropping into a reverse face sit as she looked to smother the
fight out of Sara, her cute little ass grinding on the champions face. Mika
wasn’t content with that move on its own though, grabbing Sara’s right arm and
attempting to pull it into a phallic looking armbar against her body. The blonde
was strong, resisting the armbar as best as she could as Mika leant in once more
to bite her fingers before sinking her nails into Sara’s armpit as she looked to
counter the champions power with cunning, dirty fighting.
Sara yelled out in a mixture of pain and determination as Mika’s nails tested
her resolve, but the Japanese fighter was winning that battle as she slowly
forced Sara’s right arm to increasingly painful positions. Securing the hold
now, Mika pushed her hips forward drawing another shriek of agony from Sara who
found herself pushed towards submission it seemed by the clever armbar and
smother combination. Desperation drove Sara on though, she didn’t intend to end
her title reign beneath the Japanese woman’s ass it seems as she swung her legs,
managing to catch Mika in a surprise head scissor. Now the Japanese fighter
found herself in some trouble too her head trapped between Sara’s powerful
thighs. Mika held the upper hand though it seemed as, although forced to release
the armbar, she still remained seated squarely on Sara’s face. Sara worked on
her from beneath though, her thighs troubling Mika while she started to scratch
and claw her challenger furiously as she hoped to escape. Mika climbed off her
seat on the blonde’s face now, looking to break free with an elbow strike to the
body, Sara grimaced but took it, and now with Mika off balance, another flex of
the thighs sent her crashing to the mat on her side and still in Sara’s tight
head scissors. Sara straightened her legs before clamping her right hand on to
Mika’s left breast, crushing it between her fingers as her nails probed the
Japanese woman’s sensitive flesh.
‘Aiiiiieeee!’ the challenger cried out as a smile crossed Sara’s lips now,
suddenly satisfied that the fight was going her way now. ‘What’s the matter?’
Sara mocked ‘does it hurt?’ as she twisted Mika’s breast harshly once more to
draw another pained cry out of her. Mika tried to roll onto Sara, looking to
regain top position at least, but a crotch punch put paid to that, and now it
was Sara instead who looked to gain the top position, rolling Mika onto her back
before sitting high on her chest having released the scissor hold. Sara looked
down at Mika’s face framed between her thighs before cruelly raking her eyes and
looking up at the clock which stood at 15 minutes. Ample time to put Mika away
before the break as she switched to a reverse face sit position of her own now.
Butt smothering Mika effectively, Sara set about hammering the air from her
toned opponent, rights and lefts bouncing off her stomach as the powerful blonde
brawler softened her up. Abruptly breaking off from the stomach punches, Sara
pushed herself off Mika, hands on her breasts as she did so before delivering a
nasty knee drop to the crotch. Mika howled in pain, attempting to grab at the
pain burning in her crotch only for Sara to pin her arms about her head as she
moved in quickly to secure the grapevine. Now, breasts hovering tantalisingly
above Mika’s anguished face, Sara had her foe precisely where she wanted her for
the super smother. Wrapping her arms tightly around the back of Mika’s head,
Sara dropped her breasts heavily into the challenger’s face and instantly the
smother was tightly applied.
Mika’s heels dug hard into the mat despite the grapevine as she desperately
looked for a way out. Time would not help her now; still 4 minutes remained to
that twenty minute point and a potential break in the action. Sara’s DD breasts
were pressed firmly into her face now, arms ensuring that her face remained
precisely where Sara wanted it. Mika’s arms beat at the mat in frustration, then
Sara’s body in the hope of escaping the hold, but Sara flexed her thighs again,
her body slowly but surely overwhelming her hard-bodied rival.
Sensing the fight going out of Mika a little, Sara shifted her head so that she
was talking straight into the jet haired fighter’s ear to ask her ‘submit or go
out?’
There was no reply from Mika, non-audible anyway, but there was another flurry
of activity from the challenger as her fists beat at Sara’s thighs once more to
little avail. Grabbing the dominant blonde’s hotpants, she attempted a wedgie
but again it was of little use against the smothering attack of Sara. Mika grew
still beneath the big breasts of the champion; Sara leaned in again asking her
‘submit slut?’ before adding with menace ‘last chance’. And this time, it proved
to be enough, the game Japanese fitness model admitting her defeat as she weakly
tapped the mat, forcing Sara to break the hold as she gained the victory. The
victorious blonde climbed slowly from her beaten foe, clearly favoring her right
arm a little from Mika’s assorted arm locks. Sara was victorious though and
would go in to the match with Emma now with the confidence of a successful title
defence
behind her. Could Emma handle the blonde belle this time, or would she find
herself suffering another humiliation at the hands of her arch nemesis?
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