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Texas Calling
By Wolfboy
Emma gets challenged by a familiar face
I thought that Emma might appreciate a bit of a break in the action after her
tough victory against arch-nemesis Sara, but even before we had left the States,
a challenge had been made to her. Toni, the Texan fighter who had beaten Elaine
in her debut catfight had challenged Emma to a catfight now. ‘I didn’t have much
trouble with the pupil’ Toni had reasoned ‘so now I want to fight the teacher to
prove I’m the best’ was the basis of her challenge.
‘She’s not really in my weight class Steve’ Emma had said’ but I guess if she
wants to fight, then I’m game’ she decided.
‘Well she’s sent a video apparently to make sure you see that she can take on
someone of your size. Why not hold fire on a decision until we’ve seen that when
we get home?’ I suggested.
‘Works for me’ Emma agreed ‘let’s check it out tomorrow evening and see how she
looks in that before I tell her yes!’
The following evening, we settled down following dinner to watch the DVD of the
fight that Toni had sent through to us along with her challenge. Emma was
interested at the prospect of a new opponent to take on; I was interested to see
what Toni had to offer as a new opponent, so with a glass of wine in hand, I hit
play and settled down on the sofa with Emma to check out her latest challenger.
The picture revealed a simple, private mat room on screen, an unknown woman
stood on the centre of the mats as she waited for the two fighters to enter the
room. The room itself looked to have thick mats on the floor with lighter
padding against the walls. There was about a four-foot strip of carpet running
the width of the room in front of a sliding door which currently stood open.
First to enter the room was the professional wrestler Christie Ricci; wearing
white wrestling boots with a white plunge front romper suite worn over a black
sports bra, the tall wrestler cut a powerful figure as she started to stretch
out those strong looking limbs while she waited for her Texan opponent.
Toni didn’t keep her waiting for too long either and the contrast between the
two women was immediately evident. Toni, shorter, a little curvier looking than
her blonde opponent looked every inch the catfighter in a black satin bra with
silver lace trim, matching thong and a pair of glossy black hold-up stockings.
Christie looked at her, more than a little surprised by Toni’s attire as she
laughed ‘she’s come dressed for the fucking bedroom!’ to the camera.
‘It’s a catfight you dumb bitch!’ Toni retorted. ‘It’s the perfect outfit for
that; you’ve turned up all dressed up for your pro wrestling pantomime’ before
adding ‘for now at least….’
‘OK ladies’ the third woman in the room pitched in ‘let’s get this thing
started, shall we? You’re both here for this challenge catfight which you have
agreed will be filmed for a private collector. The match is no time limit, no
holds barred and it will be fought to a knockout or total submission of the
match. Do you both understand the rules and that the match is truly anything
goes?’ she asked with both women confirming that they did. ‘You have both
requested no referee so I will leave the room once the match starts. But first,
some introductions for the camera. From Dallas, Texas at 5 feet 5 inches tall
and 145 lbs is Toni. From Jackson, Mississippi at 5 feet 10 inches tall and 165
lbs is Christie Ricci. Ladies, if you’re both ready, please start’ the woman
finished before leaving the room and sliding the door closed behind her to leave
the two women starting to circle each other on the mats. Toni wasted no time,
looking to the first attack in with a kick to Christie’s thigh, her stockinged
foot connecting cleanly before she darted back out of range, apparently looking
to use her speed advantage over the bigger wrestler. As Toni dipped back into
range though, striking successfully with another kick to the thigh, Christie
grabbed for her, using her hair briefly to pull the Texan into a strong,
grinding side headlock, showing her power as she cranked on the hold. The strong
forearms wrapped tightly around her head did little to deter Toni from attacking
though, three short right hands fired into the pit of Christie’s stomach as she
forced the bigger woman back to the wall. The attempt to throw her off into the
opposite wall was a little less effective though, Christie wrapping her hand in
Toni’s brunette hair before dropping to her knees, dragging Toni to the mat
still trapped in the side headlock.
Christie spread her legs a little, giving herself a wide base on the mat to make
it hard for Toni to dislodge her. So, she thought anyway, but she only managed
to present a seasoned catfighter in Toni with a target as she went immediately
for the pussy claw, sending Christie scrambling clear. ‘What the fuck was
that?!’ Christie demanded as Toni just laughed before reminding her ‘anything
goes you dumb bitch!’ The two women started to circle once more. Toni feinted
another kick to the thigh and as the big professional wrestler looked to cover
that move, she struck with a stinging slap to her cheek that sent Christie
reeling into the padded wall. Toni rushed in, looking to press home the early
advantage now, but she found herself on the receiving end of a kick to the
stomach, Christie’s white wrestling boot sinking into her belly just above the
waist band of her skimpy silver and black thong. Now it was the bigger woman who
took control of the match, using her strength to pick up and body slam Toni with
ease. The venue perhaps didn’t help Christie all that much with the soft mats
providing a bit more respite for Toni than a harder ring might have, but the
mats didn’t diminish the impact of Christie’s crashing leg drop across Toni’s
breasts that sent the tough Texan rolling across the mat in some pain.
‘C’mon honey’ Christie teased ‘I thought you were a tough girl?’ as she went
back to the hair, pulling Toni upright only to knock her back down with a
forearm smash across the chest and the opening moments of the match turned very
much in her favour as she secured a grapevine pin on the Texan fighter. Toni
screamed out in pain as Christie’s power threatened to split her, but she
responded quickly in true catfight style grabbing a hold of Christie’s hair as
she moved to try and smother her. Now Christie yelled out as well, taken aback
again it seemed by Toni’s use of the open rules, but she was able to keep up her
attack, pushing her forearm across Toni’s throat to ensure that she kept the
Texan in check for now. Toni had plans too though, her fingers playing across
Christie’s body, looking for a target which she found as she latched on to her
right breast, squeezing hard. Again, Christie yelped, unfamiliar with being
attacked in this way, but she held the upper hand for now with the grapevine
controlling Toni down on the mat, even if Toni’s combination of hair pull and
breast maul troubled her.
‘Get off of my hair bitch!’ Christie drawled at Toni, apparently fed up of being
worked on this way. Toni, to everyone’s surprise obeyed, but as Christie tried
to move for the smother again, Toni shifted deftly, catching the big pro star in
a guillotine as she also untied the halter top of her plunging white suit to
reveal her black sports bra. ‘Bitch!’ Christie moaned, evidently fighting back
though with two hard rights to the body that saw Toni’s grip weaken somewhat.
Emma spotted the Texan’s tactics though at this early stage; ‘she’s definitely
going to look to strip her, topless or naked. She knows Christie isn’t
comfortable with that idea’ Emma declared and I saw little reason to disagree.
Christie regained an element of control on the mats though, a third hard right
to the body enabling her to slip out of the back door and trap Toni in a back
hammer. A hard forearm shot to the kidneys put Toni on her knees, Christie
warming to the no holds barred format it seemed as she released the back hammer
and dropped Toni face first to the mat with a punch to the back of the head.
‘Up you get bitch!’ Christie taunted as a handful of hair and a handful of bra
strap brought Toni to her feet only to be thrown across the room. Finally coming
to a halt on the carpeted area, Toni just about scrambled back to the mats
before all 165 lbs of Christie crashed hard into her, knocking her back down.
Christie stomped her ass, the sole of her white patent leather wrestling boot
connecting hard as Toni looked to roll clear. There was no immediate escape
though, Christie controlling the action as she stalked Toni across the mat using
stomps and kicks to keep the currently ailing brunette at her feet. Christie
dropped to her knees now, delivering a clubbing double fisted blow that left
Toni face down on the mat, looking more than a little stunned. The big pro
wrestler had the Texan wildcat tamed right now it seemed and she looked to go in
for the finish, locking Toni in a fearsome camel clutch. Using her long brunette
hair to pull her into position, Christie draped Toni’s arms across her knees,
wrapped both hands beneath her chin and pulled back, torturing Toni’s shoulders,
neck and back.
‘Give up honey, how does that feel?’ the pro wrestler asked, not waiting for an
answer before switching to a one-handed hair grip and undoing the clasp on
Toni’s bra. ‘Bitch!’ Toni replied as Christie now slipped a hand inside her bra,
starting to pinch and maul at her breasts which quickly drew a cry of pain from
the Texan fighter. Her scalp burning, Toni gritted her teeth, turned her head
slightly and then sunk those teeth into Christie’s inner thighs drawing a shriek
of complaint from Christie who immediately released the hold and scrambled clear
of the grinning Texan who got back to her feet, discarding her bra as she chose
to fight topless now.
‘What the fuck was that?!’ Christie demanded haughtily; ‘You fucking bit me you
cunt!’ she yelled at Toni.
‘Anything goes bitch!’ was Toni’s simple reply. ‘Now why don’t you take that bra
off so we can fight like real women?’ she demanded of her blonde opponent.
‘No way’ Christie replied firmly ‘I don’t fight topless, slut!’
‘Oh, you will’ Toni replied evenly, a little smirk on her face as she rejoined
the battle. Both women slapped furiously at each other, Toni looking to force
her bigger opponent on to the back foot. Christie stung Toni in reply though as
a painful stalemate ensued, the echoes of hands on bodies filling the room. Toni
finally started to give ground, struggling it seemed under the heavier blows of
the powerful pro wrestler. Gaining in confidence, Christie went for a straight
right hand to the jaw, a punch that Toni deftly slipped, driving her foot into
Christie’s stomach before falling back to monkey flip her opponent. The landing
for Christie was unforgiving as the hit hard against the base of the wall, her
legs hitting the lightly padded wall. If she wasn’t winded by that, Toni dropped
a knee in her ribs that left her wincing in pain as she clutched her side.
Taking a handful of blonde hair now, Toni drove Christie’s face into the wall,
leaving the blonde looking a little stunned down on the mats. Toni looked to
keep up the pressure now, pulling Christie to her feet, cruelly raking her eyes,
and as she squealed her protest to the move, a knee lift to the body dropped her
to her knees.
Circling behind Christie now, Toni grabbed the bottom of her black sports bra,
whipping it up over Christie’s head and throwing it from the mat. Forced to
fight topless for the first time, Christie froze momentarily, shipping a right
hand to the jaw as she instinctively crossed her arms across her chest to cover
her DD breasts. The punch stunned her, sending her to the mat face first and
Toni was one her, looking to wear her down with a chin lock as she knelt on the
powerful blonde’s shoulders, pulling back on her head, torqueing her neck
painfully. ‘Nnnnggghhh! Get off me you bitch!’ Christie cried as Toni increased
the pressure, one hand now wrapped tightly in Christie’s blonde hair. Her nails
raked the scalp of the screaming blonde, digging in and giving her a whole new
type of pain to deal with.
‘Give up bitch?’ Toni asked as she yanked back on Christie’s chin and hair once
more.
‘Aaaaggggh! Fuck you!’ came Christie’s strained response, but Toni was content
to keep up the punishment for now, content that she had Christie right where she
wanted her as she continued to weaken the bigger woman. Releasing the hair for a
moment, Toni reached around to take Christie’s eyes once more, keeping the
blonde in trouble as she went back to the hair, slammed her face into the mat
once and then returned to the chin and hair pull attack as Christie moaned at
the punishment the Texan tough girl was dishing out. The pro wrestler knew for
sure that she was in a real fight now as Toni worked her over, reaching back as
she released the hair to pull Christie’s suit up into a wedgie. That drew
another cry of pain from the blonde but without the hair pulling she was able to
get her hands onto Toni’s hand on her chin, spreading and twisting her fingers
painfully and getting slowly free of the Texan’s attack as she twisted her arm
into an armbar now. Getting back to her knees though, Christie hadn’t banked on
Toni’s cunning as another rake to the face stopped her in her tracks and on her
knees on the mat, she was wide open as Toni buried a hard kick into the pit of
her stomach. Christie rolled to her side clutching her stomach as Toni stood
over her, quickly pulling the blonde to her feet before a forearm smash crushed
her breasts, sending her reeling into the wall.
Toni almost paid for her enthusiasm to keep on the attack, a straight kick aimed
at her stomach by Christie as she rushed in, the booted strike only catching her
a glancing blow as she barrelled into her against the wall. Christie groaned,
winded as Toni caught her perfectly, knee landing low in the pit of her stomach
as the Texan dragged Christie into a side headlock, one fluid motion enabling
her to flip the taller woman over her hip and to the mat. Maintaining the side
headlock, Toni shifted her position slightly, pushing her breasts into
Christie’s face as she looked to smother the blonde now as she cranked on the
headlock once more. Christie squirmed uncomfortably down on the mat as Toni
pressed her breasts firmly into place in her face. Another moan of the
frustration came from the big blonde powerhouse as she felt Toni’s right foot
hook into her romper suit. It was the only thing protecting her dignity now if
the match and it was apparent the Toni was now intent on stripping her of that
too. The Texan succeeded in shifting the romper slightly with her foot but then
she let out a surprised cry as Christie skilfully reversed the headlock into a
hammer lock, pushing Toni’s right arm high up her back. Suddenly trapped face
down on the mat, Toni let out a cry of pain as Christie tortured her with the
hammer lock.
Christie demonstrated that she was starting to get to grips with the format now,
treating Toni to a nail rake down the back before hauling her to her feet by the
hair and whipping her into the wall of the mat room. Instead of following up
though, she started to try and re-tie the halter neck fastening of her suit,
looking to at least partly cover her breasts as best she could with the plunging
front of the suit. It was a mistake as Toni came at her quickly off the wall
with a kick to the crotch that dropped the blonde to her knees on the mat, hands
clutching at her pussy as she howled with pain. Toni showed little sympathy for
her plight though, a straight right hand to the face dropping Christie to the
mat on her back. Toni spread her opponent’s legs now, quickly dropping a knee to
the crotch of the blonde who once again cried out in pain as her tough Texan
opponent upped the ante in the no holds barred match. Now she climbed on top of
the blonde, taking up a schoolgirl pin position as she bounced her ass on top of
Christie’s breasts before taking a hold of the blonde’s hair to bounce the back
of her head off the mat. Now Toni reached back, satisfied Christie was a little
stunned, and she grabbed the front of her white romper, pulling hard to force
the fabric to cut into her pussy as she cried out in discomfort. ‘Bitch, get off
of me!’ Christie moaned at Toni who simply told her ‘submit if you don’t like it
pussy!’
‘No, no!’ Christie replied as she looked to swing her legs up to catch Toni
around the shoulders, but Toni shrugged that attempt off before slamming a punch
into Christie’s stomach. As the pro wrestling star felt that once, Toni
surprised her once more, this time quickly pushing her romper suit down her
legs, exposing her pussy before Christie desperately crossed her legs to stop
Toni completing the act of removing the romper suit. ‘Fuck you bitch!’ Christie
snarled, angered by Toni exposing her now, but it was the Texan in control, sat
squarely on the chest of the blonde as she slapped at her thighs. A punch into
the belly landed from Toni before she ground her knuckles into Christie’s abs,
slowly converting that to a stomach claw, her middle finger plunged into the
blonde’s belly button. The cries of pain from Christie filled the room, Toni
keeping up the pressure on her with the claw until Christie finally uncrossed
her legs and with a flourish, Toni whipped her romper suit off, throwing it from
the mat. Naked now, other that her below the knee wrestling boots, Toni might
have expected Christie to freeze. Instead though the blonde reacted quickly,
catching Toni around the shoulders with her powerful legs, using them to force
the Texan off her to the mat.
Christie needed to respond quickly now it seemed, but she was slow to rise, Toni
catching her instead with a clubbing elbow to the back of the head, dropping her
back on her front to the mat. A handful of blonde hair allowed Toni to pull
Christie’s face clear of the mat, stinging her cheek with a back-handed blow,
the crack of hand on face filling the room. Releasing the hair, she allowed
Christie’s face to fall back to the mats, now preferring to centre her attack on
the long, powerful legs of her opponent, crossing them into a figure four. Worse
was to come too for the naked pro wrestler as she struggled on the mat, her legs
twisted by Toni’s attack on them. Christie was unprepared for Toni’s combination
of some forced finger fucking now with the figure four, as she probed Christie’s
crotch with her right hand, sliding her fingers into the big blonde’s pussy as
she buried her face in the mats to stifle her mixed moans of pain, outrage and
ecstasy.
‘She has her now’ Emma remarked while Toni worked her fingers in and out of
Christie’s pussy in a steadily increasing tempo. ‘Christie’s never been in this
position in a match’ Emma continued as she blonde gave way to moans and groans
of pleasure at the expert hands of the Texan fighter.
‘No…….no……please stop!’ Christie pleaded as she moaned on the mats, perhaps no
longer really sure if she wanted Toni to actually do as she asked now. There was
little question that Toni had her completely in her control now, and then
suddenly the blonde’s ecstatic moans of pleasure were replaced by a shrill howl
of pain. ‘And there it is!’ Emma smiled as Toni clamped on the crotch claw, the
fingers that had caused Christie fleeting pleasure now racking her body with
pain instead as she screamed her defiance on the mat until Toni saw fit to break
off the hold, confident that she had now broken Christie enough to help her back
to her feet, looking for the move to finally put her away. Hand wrapped tightly
in Christie’s blonde hair, Toni whipped a right hand into Christie’s stomach
doubling the blonde up before a kick up into her breasts sent her crashing back
to the mat flat on her back.
Standing over Christie, Toni quickly removed her own black and silver thong now,
leaving herself wearing just her glossy black stockings. Jumping, she tucked her
knees up slightly before landing with them both on Christie’s body. The powerful
blonde let out a groan as the air was crushed from her body, and Toni was
immediately on her with a reverse face sit, ass and pussy effective in their
smothering of Christie. The blonde looked to bridge, desperate to get Toni off
her, but inadvertently presenting her pussy as a prime target for Toni who
clamped on the crotch claw. Christie’s moans and cries of pain were stifled by
Toni’s smother hold. Possibly her cries of submission were stifled too; it was
clear either way that Toni intended to claim the victory via knockout. She
didn’t have to wait too long either, the smother quickly taking its toll on the
badly winded blonde. Toni eased her backside off Christie’s face now, raising
the defeated blonde’s hand before allowing it to fall back, limp, to the mat to
prove that she had claimed the knockout win.
As she climbed off Christie, Toni collected her own outfit, before with a second
thought, she also claimed Christie’s white romper suit as the spoils of victory
as she left the mat room, leaving the blonde pro wrestler naked, spread-eagled
on the mat as the picture faded.
It was quite apparent that the tough Texan looked to present a worthy challenge
to Emma. She certainly thought so anyway telling me to ‘set the match up Steve.
She’s definitely a realistic challenger for me so I think we need to fight
soon!’
I wasn’t going to argue as I set about making contact with Toni to accept her
challenge on Emma’s behalf.