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Texas Tussle
By Wolfboy
Emma meets Toni’s challenge head on.
After her recent run of
success, Emma was confident of taking on anyone, but despite that confidence, I
felt she would need to be right on her game to beat the Texan fighter Toni,
especially on her home turf. In this case, ‘home turf’ was almost a literal
description of the match venue as the match would take place in the backyard of
Toni’s house, mats places on the grass in the centre of the yard. Toni had
impressed in victory against Elaine, and had backed that up with a couple of
impressive wins, most recently against professional wrestler Christie Ricci. In
that match, Toni had surprised Christie with an array of catfighting tactics.
She wouldn’t be able to use that element of surprise with Emma who was, of
course, well versed in the field of catfighting; what it did show me was that
Toni was a woman who was well prepared to find an opponent’s weakness and use it
against her.
After Toni’s challenge
to Emma, there had been some time to discuss the rules of the match as Emma had
first had to take on Becky Sands. Victorious in that match, it was agreed that
Emma and Toni would fight a fairly straightforward no holds barred, no time
limit, 2 out of 3 submissions catfight. An added stake was that the winner would
take the losers outfit at the end of the match. It was under those stipulations
that the two women would fight, outdoors too but in a comfortable enough
temperature as the sun shone down on the wrestling mats. A couple of fairly
ominous looking storm clouds loomed in the distance, but we all hoped that the
match would be able to reach a conclusion before the clouds did.
Given the no holds
barred nature of the match, it hadn’t really seemed worth appointing a referee.
Both women had exchanged details in the build up to the match. With Emma at 5
feet 10 inches and 167 lbs while Toni was 5 feet 5 inches and 152lbs, the tale
of the tape seemed to be in Emma’s favour. Emma held an edge in experience too
it seemed with her record of 45 wins and 15 defeats against Toni’s 21 wins and 5
defeats. With all that said, there could be little doubt that Toni was a
credible challenger to Emma. Her impressive win over Christie proved that, and
as the two women made their way to the outdoor mats, it was going to prove to be
an intriguing contest.
Both women now stood on
the mats in opposite corners, dressed well for a spot of sunbathing in the
pleasant Texas sunshine. Emma wore an aqua and black halter neck bikini with a
fairly full brief while Toni had also chosen a similar aqua coloured bikini,
hers metallic with a halter top and booty shorts. As we had expected, Emma
looked the bigger of the two fighters and would probably hold the power
advantage. Toni had put on 7 or 8lbs from her previous matches that I had seen,
perhaps to counter Emma’s extra power. Regardless of that, Toni’s legs were
definitely a weapon to be wary of, and I was sure that there would be no
shortage of ways for her to cause Emma trouble if she got chance in the match.
The lack of a referee
caused a bit of confusion at first, neither woman sure if they should just start
before Toni looked across the mats at Emma and asked ‘you ready bitch?’
Emma nodded her
agreement and both women quickly clashed on the centre of the mats, slaps to the
face exchanged before both latched on to their opponent’s hair. As Emma and Toni
looked to force each other in to a compromising position by the hair, Emma went
to a one-handed hair grip, lighting Toni’s body up with some hard slaps around
the rib cage. Toni grimaced as she felt Emma’s power perhaps for the first time
but she responded quickly, a couple of right hands into Emma’s body before she
looked to trip her to the mat. A shrewd tactic to try and get the bigger woman
down, but Emma rode that attempt before trying to strike with a knee to the
body. Toni blocked that in part too, using her thigh to deflect the blow as the
hair tug of war intensified on the centre of the mats. Both women were bent
forward at the waist with the strong and painful hair pulling, and it was Toni
who took the advantage, using a strike with the thigh to stun Emma. It was just
enough to allow the Texan to trip Emma to the mat, and she followed her down,
looking to secure a pin. Emma had her senses about her though again, grabbing
Toni’s hair and using her extra power to just roll her enough to get out from
under her. Now both were back into the hair as they lay side by side on the mat
looking to dish out some early pain to the other. Toni pushed her foot into
Emma’s crotch while Emma slapped away to face and body as both women struggled
for the advantage. Toni took a hard slap to the cheek that seemed to momentarily
weaken her grip of Emma’s hair allowing her to work her way free of Toni’s
grasp. But as Emma looked to climb on top of the tough Texan, Toni straightened
her legs, using the foot planted in Emma’s crotch to send her sprawling across
the mats.
Both women got to their
feet, almost immediately coming back together on the centre of the mats. This
time Toni grabbed a headlock, showing good power to bend Emma forward a little
while she wound one hand tightly in Emma’s long auburn hair. Securing the move
that way, Toni went on to the attack, a series of three short punches to the
face to surprise Emma once more. Emma groaned but fired back with a couple of
hard punches to the lower back though and her power took it’s toll once more,
forcing Toni into a break and a rethink. This time as the two fighters came back
together, Emma struck with a fast kick sunk deep into Toni’s belly and as the
Texan brunette dropped to a knee, Emma was on her, bowling her to the mat with a
knee strike straight between the breasts. Emma continued well now, trying to
take control of the match as she trapped Toni in a front headlock, arms sunk in
tight around Toni’s neck to look for the choke. Toni let out a little moan of
pain as she felt Emma’s arms lock in the hold, but then she was looking for a
way out as she swung a couple of punches. They were ineffective though, bouncing
off Emma’s hips before Emma used a knee lift up into the belly to drop Toni to
both knees. Now Emma cranked up the pressure on the brunette, looking to
dominate the early stages of the match with her strength. Falling back as she
maintained the hold, Emma delivered a short DDT, driving her opponent’s forehead
into the mat before she opened her legs, wrapping them around Toni in a tight
body scissors.
‘Nnnnggghhh!’ Toni cried
out as she felt Emma’s powerful thighs starting to put the squeeze on her. It
was a devastating combination hold with the choke thrown in; one that Toni knew
she couldn’t afford to stay in for too long. Struggling to wrestle her way out,
Toni took the match into a catty direction, finding Emma’s right breast as she
got a hand inside her bikini top and a yelp from Emma suggested that the Texan
was putting her nails to some use. Emma still felt in control of the situation
though, and she kept the powerful scissor hold and choke on Toni, sensing
perhaps that she might force the submission. Toni redoubled her efforts, raking
her nails across Emma’s breast before forcing it free of Emma’s bikini top, the
leaning in slightly she sunk her teeth hungrily into it while pushing both hands
into Emma’s face looking for a hand smother.
‘Fucking bitch!’ Emma
shouted out in protest at the sudden molar mauling her breast was taking, Toni’s
hands probed her face too, Emma forced to turn her head away to keep clear of a
smother or an eye rake as the contest quickly got tough for both women. Emma
tried to redouble her effort with the scissors, rewarded with a brief respite as
her thighs threatened to cut the brunette in half. Toni grimaced, let out a
guttural cry of pain, and then tried to sink her teeth back into Emma’s breast.
This time, Emma was waiting on her though, quickly releasing the headlock to
deliver a short right hand to the jaw. As Toni recovered from that, Emma went to
a double handful of hair hoping to use that to effectively keep the Texan’s
teeth away from her. Now she went back to the scissors, rapidly tensing her
things to punish Toni, looking for the early submission. Toni moaned again in
pain, but she had plenty of fight in her just yet, reaching inside Emma’s arms
as she gripped Emma’s long auburn hair now and banged the back of her head off
the mat twice. Emma was a little dazed as Toni treated her to a short right hand
to the jaw and as the Texan felt Emma’s scissors weaken a little, she tried to
squirm free into a pin. Emma gathered herself in time, scissoring Toni’s right
leg to ensure something of a stalemate in position.
Toni was caught, not
quite able to complete the pin and her body stretched a little as she tried to
free her leg, allowing Emma to hammer a couple of right hands now into Toni’s
exposed ribs. That saw Toni fall back into the tight front headlock / choke once
more and as Emma leant back once more to add leverage, I thought that a
submission might be on the way. Toni seemed to be in trouble too, breathing a
little heavily in the choke hold but she was a tough woman, and she looked to
fire back again as she slipped her forearm across Emma’s throat in a rudimentary
but fairly effective choke of her own. A battle of wills down on the mats now
with both women hoping to choke the other into submission. Emma’s hold struck me
as the more effective, but Toni was tenacious, looking to do her damage despite
being in a seemingly tough position. Breaking off from her choke for a moment,
Toni delivered a sharp elbow to Emma’s still exposed right breast, looking to
soften Emma up. Emma replied, keeping her choke sunk in one handed as she
started to tear at Toni’s hair as the Texan slid that forearm back across Emma’s
throat once more. The previous break had allowed Emma to tuck her chin in
though, reducing the effectiveness of Toni’s attack and as the Texan started to
cry out in pain from Emma’s fierce hairpulling, I thought she may have her.
Again though Toni fought
back, foregoing her attempt at the choke to work on Emma’s right breast again
with a breast maul, her nails testing Emma’s resilience further. A gasp from
Emma proved that Toni knew how to attack tits with the best of the them and Emma
broke off from her hair pulling now, looking to control Toni’s arms as she tried
to prise her hand from her breast, and successful in that, Emma forced that arm
up Toni’s back into a back hammer. Control at last for Emma with her opponent
well and truly tied up in a punishing combination of holds and she was quite
prepared to grind the submission out. Toni wriggled, moaned and yelled in
frustration and pain, but as Emma ratcheted up the pressure on her arm as well,
the Texan was finally able to squirm her other arm free from where it had been
pinned uselessly between the two fighter’s bodies. She immediately found a
target in Emma’s right breast again, nails raking slowly, viciously across the
sensitive breast flesh as Emma shrieked in pain. Now Emma had a decision to
make; she had Toni trapped and was weakening her but now the Texan brunette had
targeted her breast and was tearing her up pretty badly. Sensing it was better
to keep her breasts intact, Emma released the back hammer, punched Toni square
in the face and as she reeled from that, Emma released the choke, going to the
hair to pull Toni upright where she promptly lifted and body slammed her lighter
opponent. That one took the wind out of Toni even more following Emma’s
constricting body scissor hold, and Emma was immediately back in control now as
she moved in to trap Toni in a crucifix hold. One arm scissored, the other held
firmly to the mat by Emma’s right hand, Toni was trapped and Emma added to her
problems straight away by rolling her body into Toni to crimp the Texan’s neck
painfully.
‘Submit bitch?’ Emma
asked, not waiting for Toni to refuse to give before she had a hand inside
Toni’s bikini top to deliver a bit of breast punishment of her own. Toni cried
out in pain now, trapped and getting worked over pretty well by Emma as she was
quick to admit the first submission following an intense seven minutes of
action. Emma turned her loose, returning to the corner for an agreed two-minute
break, watching carefully as Toni massaged her sore neck on the way back to her
own corner.
‘Looks like you’ve got
her in a bit of trouble there Em’ I told her as she reached the corner.
‘I guess so’ she agreed
before adding ‘the bitch has worked my tits over pretty effectively though’ as
she hid a wince from Toni while she put her breast back into her bikini top.
‘You have her at
wrestling’ I suggested ‘try to keep her tied up to stop her attacking those
babies again’
‘Not a bad idea’ Emma
admitted ‘but she’s catty and effective Steve so she’ll try to find a way I
guess’
It was probably a fair
point, but with her power advantage I still though, as round two started, that
Emma could hold Toni at bay with the right tactics. The start of the second
round was cautious now, both women having felt the other’s strengths in the
first round and neither keen to commit an early error. Emma maintained a high
guard, perhaps looking to protect her breasts from Toni’s attacks, at distance
though, Emma had the reach to keep Toni at bay quite comfortably it seemed as
she snapped out jabs to the body of the Texan fighter. Toni had little in the
way of reply in the early going, jabs of her own falling short of the target or
being batted away by Emma’s defence. Growing in confidence as the looming storm
cloud grew ever nearer, Emma warmed Toni’s cheek with a stinging right handed
slap, all the time remaining outside of Toni’s range. Emma paid though as she
went for a hair grab which Toni avoided before snapping out a front kick that
caught Emma in the stomach. There was no immediate follow up from Toni though
and Emma remained comfortable fighting off the back foot, almost goading Toni to
try and something and make an error.
The Texan was patient
though too, soaking up the long-range attacks from Emma and taking the odd
opportunity to strike when Emma strayed into her range. Emma made that mistake
again now, looking to jab low to the pit of Toni’s stomach; as the brunette
parried that blow though, Emma stumbled forward in to her and she was able to
strike with a knee to the body. Emma was winded now and she looked to back pedal
only for to find Toni sweeping her legs out from under her with a sharp kick to
her ankles. Emma sprawled to the mat desperately looking to scramble clear, but
Toni slowed her up with a couple of kicks aimed at her body before diving down
on top of her looking to pin her and put her in a tough position. Both woman
instinctively grabbed for hair, Toni on top securing the better grip of Emma’s
long auburn locks and bouncing the back of Emma’s head off the mat, Toni took
control. Keeping that hold of Emma’s hair with one hand for control, Toni was
quick to slap ferociously at Emma’s chest, forcing Emma out of her own hair as
she looked to cover up and defend herself. With Emma’s arms blocking the attacks
to her chest, Toni switched, slapping Emma hard in the face twice before looking
to sink in a grapevine.
Toni had the legs to
apply a good grapevine, but Emma held a power advantage still as she fought to
stop the brunette from spreading her. Toni’s legs strained as they fought
against Emma’s who despite being beneath the Texan, seemed to be trying to turn
her on to her back now. Indeed, Emma managed to get her half turned, but Toni
was quick to put the danger down with a crotch punch that stopped Emma’s attempt
dead. Still, Toni sensed that the grapevine wasn’t the way to go, switching
position and looking to get into a pinning position high on Emma’s chest. Toni
slipped her right forearm across Emma’s throat now looking to choke her while
with her left hand she looked for a hand smother that she quickly thought better
of when Emma bared her teeth, sinking them into her hand. Toni cried out ‘you
fucking bitch!’ before she backhanded Emma across the face and moved further
forward, approaching a facesit.
Emma knew that she had
to try and prevent Toni from securing that, and she was quick to bridge as she
tried to dislodge Toni. It was almost a success as Toni pitched forward, hands
forced to the mat to stop her from overbalancing completely. Emma swung her
legs, catching Toni in the small of the back with a knee as she looked to force
her off. Toni resisted, using the hair to bounce Emma’s head off the mats as she
tried to subdue her. Emma bridged again, determined to stop Toni from securing
the facesit but the tough Texan was well balanced as she maintained the pin,
reaching back to pull on the waistband of Emma’s bikini. It was enough to
provide discomfort to Emma rather than force a submission, but it helped Toni to
control her bridge before a cruel punch to the pit of the stomach dropped Emma’s
body back to the mat. Again, Toni inched forward, her crotch pressing against
Emma’s chin as she leant her body in to the pin. Emma bucked and squirmed once
more, only to receive another hard punch to the stomach before Toni surprised
her by climbing off her and using the hair to force Emma quickly to a standing
position.
It seemed an unusual
move, but Toni had her plan, driving a knee into Emma’s stomach as she reached
her feet before quickly lifting her to deliver a body slam. Choosing to drop
Emma chest first to the mat though instead of the more traditional slam, Toni
ensured that she was well and truly winded before position her, this time for
the reverse facesit. Toni sat down firmly on Emma’s face, trapping both of
Emma’s arms beneath her knees as her aqua bikini clad butt was immediately a
problem for Emma as she tried to suck in air, still winded as she was from the
inverted slam.
Toni wasn’t about to
give her much respite either, hammering another hard fist into Emma’s belly as
she relished her dominant position. Intent on punishing once more, Toni was
quick to force both of Emma’s breasts from her bikini top to allow her to fully
sink her claws into them in a twisting breast maul. That drew shrieks of pain
from Emma that intensified as Toni slapped hard on both breasts before
reapplying the maul with great enthusiasm. Emma’s cries of pain, muffled by
Toni’s butt, were still clearly audible but as her breasts took the brunt of
Toni’s nasty nail attacks, it was still the smother causing her the most trouble
as she cried out a muffled ‘I can’t breathe!’ from beneath Toni.
‘Then fucking submit
bitch!’ Toni helpfully offered.
‘Fuck you!’ Emma growled
in reply, bridging to try and dislodge the currently dominant Texan fighter.
Emma’s defiance soon turned to a groan of pain as Toni quickly delivered a
one-two to the belly before going back to the double breast maul. Again, that
drew shrieks of pain from Emma as Toni continued to work on her increasingly
reddened breasts. Rubbing her butt rhythmically on Emma’s face now, Toni asked
once more ‘do you submit?’
Again, Emma remained
defiant, taking the punishment from the tough Texan fighter, but she was tiring
fast now in the smother, again moaning that she ‘couldn’t breathe’ quickly
followed by an anguished shriek as Toni redoubled her breast mauling efforts.
Emma had one last
attempt to break free, swinging her legs back only for Toni to trap her and
quickly relieve her of her bikini bottoms, Now folded and trapped in the
smothering facesit, Emma had nowhere left to go, and she reluctantly cried out
her submission. Toni climbed off her, taking the bikini bottom with her to her
corner, while Emma took a moment to gather herself before heading back,
semi-naked to the corner. Toni meanwhile had fairly rushed back to her corner,
looking somewhat more confident that she had done at the end of the first fall.
I set to work on
towelling Emma off, spraying a little cold water on her breasts to ease the
burning sensation there from Toni’s well applied breast mauling. I was pleased
to see the look of focus and determination in her eyes though as I asked her if
she was OK.
‘Yeah, I’m just fine
Steve’ she smiled ‘sure the bitch knows how to work over tits with the best of
them, but I’m going to get her back and some now!’ Emma told me, the look of
determination set clear in her eyes.
‘Just be careful in the
opening’ I offered ‘she’s going to be looking for a mistake to capitalise on.
Don’t give her that chance if you can help it.’
‘I don’t intend to’ were
Emma’s parting words as she left the corner just as the impending rain storm
reached us, a steady drizzle starting up just as the women started to circle
each other on the mats. An added hazard for both women potentially if the mats
started to get slick I thought as they started to trade slaps, mostly caught by
blocking arms in the early part of the final fall. It was a cautious opening
that soon gave way to a flurry of activity as Emma launched into a barrage of
heavy slaps, forcing Toni onto the back foot before a snap right cross to the
jaw rocked the tough Texan, dropping her to a knee just off the edge of the
mats. Emma wasted no time, dragging Toni back on to the mats as she forced her
to her feet to hurl her across the mat by her hair. It was a rough landing for
Toni as she skidded to a stop on the already slick mats, and Emma was quickly in
to follow up going to the hair only to take a crisp uppercut to the belly that
stopped her dead. Now Toni responded from her knees, trying to get the crotch
claw on Emma who, forced on to the defensive, was easily tripped to the mat by
Toni as she looked to get clear of the attempted clear.
Emma quickly looked to
scramble clear, taking a glancing blow as Toni aimed a kick at her body, but she
was unable to escape the Texan’s grasp as she rose straight into a double
handful of hair followed immediately by a headbutt to the top of the head. That
dropped Emma to a knee, a little dazed it seemed, but now Toni was surprised by
a slashing rake of the nails across her belly as she looked to capitalise. The
Texan still grabbed Emma in a headlock though, face pressed in firmly against
her breasts as she tried to keep Emma grounded to negate her height advantage.
Emma was quickly looking to fight to her feet, using her power to force her way
upright, but Toni struck hard, a straight punt to the crotch that sent Emma
falling back to the mat, clutching her womanhood as she moaned in pain. Toni was
in the perfect position to capitalise now it seemed, using the back of Emma’s
bikini top to pull her up to all fours before straddling her back and as she
raked Emma’s eyes, she locked her ankles, snapping a tight, powerful scissor
hold around Emma’s body.
Emma groaned immediately
as she felt the power in Toni’s legs go to work on her body, but she rubbed at
her eyes first as the Texan was quick to wrap a hand in Emma’s long auburn
tresses. It was just two minutes into the final fall, and trapped on her side in
a strong body scissor, her back to her opponent, Emma was in a spot of bother.
Toni wasn’t about to let her forget it either, nails raking down Emma’s back to
draw a cry of pain before she leant back, laying out to her full length on the
mats, adding leverage to the scissors while her firm grip of Emma’s hair ensured
that she was torqueing her neck painfully. Emma moaned and groaned in the
scissor / hair pull combination but she wasn’t for giving up as she belatedly
looked for a way out. Her hands pushed at Toni’s legs, trying without success to
free herself. Then she went to the feet, grabbing Toni’s toes and twisting them
painfully; that was enough to force Toni’s ankles apart, easing the pressure of
the scissors, but a clubbing elbow across the back of the head dazed Emma again
as she rolled face down on the mats.
The advantage still lay
with Toni and she was determined to keep things that way, climbing to her feet
before dropping an elbow in the small of Emma’s back. Now laying across Emma’s
back, Toni grabbed for the hair with both hands, pulling hard as she forced
Emma’s face and then chest clear of the mat. Her back arched painfully, Emma
cried out in pain as she forced to put her hands under her own chin to lessen
the effect of the hold. Toni was ripping at her auburn hair with some abandon
though, drawing repeated shrieks and curses from Emma, who again was being given
all she could handle by her American foe. Toni continued her attack with relish,
switching to a one-handed grip of the hair before delivering hard slaps to the
side of Emma’s face with her other hand. ‘Nnnngghhh, Bitch!’ Emma hollered at
the Texan whose continued attacks forced Emma to cover her face now, blocking
the fierce slaps with her own hand. She looked to be in a world of trouble
though as Toni shifted further down her back, still using the hair to punish
Emma as she asked her ‘submit, bitch?’ for the first time in the final fall.
‘No!’ Emma shouted out
in reply, defiant in the face of what would have been a match ending submission.
Toni’s reply was to deliver a couple more slaps, partly blocked by Emma’s hand,
but still the blows were hard enough to trouble Emma. She groped around for a
target, but with Toni sat so far down her body now, it seemed that there was no
way out for Emma who again defiantly refused to submit when Toni asked her.
Emma was getting
woman-handled right now as the rain continued to fall steadily, slowly but
surely soaking both fighters. Toni used her position to clamp both of her knees
into Emma’s side now, the effect almost like a scissor hole as she continued to
wear Emma down from her position on top. Emma’s moans of pain continued,
intensifying with each vicious pull of her hair as Toni returned to the
two-handed grip, pulling clumps of hair in opposite direction, but respite was
surprisingly around the corner, it didn’t seem that way though as Toni used the
hair to roll Emma and wrap her legs around her. Then Toni released the hair,
reaching round to pull Emma’s breasts from her bikini top once more, latching on
to them with her nails as she looked for the win. Emma howled in pain as the
Texan expertly mauled her breasts but in desperation, she threw her head back in
a short back headbutt, catching Toni in the face and stunning her just enough to
break out of the scissor hold.
It didn’t gain her much
more respite than that though, Toni recovering the quicker before grabbing on to
the hair as Emma got to her knees and the Texan forced Emma to crawl across the
increasingly wet mats before finally helping her to her feet. Toni locked both
hands tightly in Emma’s auburn hair, forcing Emma to bend forward at the waist
as she looked to rip out some more strands of the silky auburn tresses. Emma
responded, getting on hand into Toni’s shorter brunette hair while she looked to
counter attack with slaps and uppercuts into Toni’s breasts. Toni redoubled her
efforts too, strands of Emma’s hair falling to the mat in amongst the spots of
rain, but Emma’s uppercuts were starting to take their toll, lifting Toni’s
breasts out of her metallic bikini top as she was forced to defend herself with
one hand trying to fend off Emma. Able to raise her head a little now that the
hair pulling had lessened, Emma struck with a snap kick to the stomach which she
followed up with a sharp knee lift to the breasts to put Toni flat on her back
on the mats. Body slick with a mixture of sweat and rain water, Emma stood over
Toni, adjusting her bikini top to contain her boobs once more before delivering
a cruel stomp to the pit of Toni’s stomach.
As Toni groaned with
pain on the mat, clutching at her stomach as she rolled onto her side, Emma
cruelly delivered a knee drop now to her exposed side. Toni gasped for the air
that had suddenly been forced from her body, but Emma wasn’t about to let up on
her. Lifting the Texan to her feet with a handful of hair and a handful of her
bikini top, Emma quickly floored her once more with a headbutt to the back of
the neck. Toni crashed to the mat before Emma immediately pulled her back to her
feet by the hair again. The Texan looked to fire back with a right hand to the
body but Emma brushed that aside before dropping her once more with a knee to
the body. Toni hit the mat, immediately looking to crawl away from Emma across
the slick surface of the mats, but Emma followed her, stalking her carefully
before she was able to trap Toni in a front headlock as she wearily rose from
the mat. Holding Toni in that position briefly, Emma deftly unfastened Toni’s
bikini top before lifting her to deliver a crushing body slam as the metallic
aqua coloured garment fell away from her body. The impact with the unforgiving
mat jolted Toni’s body and again she looked to roll away from Emma who this time
drove her foot in to Toni’s side, once again crushing the wind from her body.
‘C’mon bitch!’ Emma
taunted now, challenging the Texan to rise and fight her only to floor her once
more with a punch to the jaw as Toni made it to all fours. The Texan fighter
rolled to the mat on her back, eyes a little glassy as she looked to shake off
the effect of Emma’s right hand. Emma was on top though now and determined to
keep things that way, she dropped to her knees and clubbed Toni with a double
fisted blow to the stomach. Toni sat up a little, an involuntary reaction to the
blow to the stomach and Emma delivered a sharp elbow to the chest to put her
back down, then her fingers locked on to Toni’s stomach in a claw hold. Her
nails and strong fingers tested Toni’s body as they also tested her resolve now,
the Texan quickly moaning in pain. Emma’s hands slid south a little, her fingers
now just inside the waistband of Toni’s booty shorts before the move was applied
again. Toni again howled in pain but refused Emma’s invitation to ‘submit
bitch!’, preferring to suffer and continue to look for a way out. A grab for
Emma’s exposed crotch might have provided it, Toni briefly trapping her in a
crotch claw as Emma knelt at her side. A clubbing double fisted blow to stomach
and crotch quickly put paid to that attempt at escape.
Now Emma set about
finishing her Texan foe off as she quickly stripped her of her booty shorts
before lifting her for an across the knee back breaker. Toni moaned as she
rolled to the mat from Emma’s knee, clutching at her side but Emma gave her no
respite, no chance to gather herself as she lifted her once more, this time
inverting the move to drop Toni stomach first across her knee this time. I
figured that was probably a stomach breaker, but whatever you called it, it was
effective as Emma pushed Toni off her leg to the mat. Emma was confident now,
almost cocky as she took her time to collect up Toni’s outfit from the mat as
well as her own, earlier lost, bikini bottoms. ‘I think these will be mine
shortly’ she stated, piling them neatly beside Toni on the mat before she
dropped down to deliver a naked reverse face sit to the ailing Texan. Reaching
back, Emma grabbed Toni’s hair, easing her ass up slightly to make sure that
Toni was positioned perfectly face up before she dropped back down, her curvy
butt engulfing Toni’s face and the smother was on.
‘Now bitch’ Emma
gleefully taunted Toni, ‘do you submit?’
There was only a muffled
response from Toni, presumably one of defiance as Emma replied ‘fair enough, you
had your chance!’ before her fingers and nails went back to the cruel stomach
claw. Toni’s feet thrashed at the mat while Emma’s butt muffled her cries of
pain; the claw hold massively effective as she punished the Texan. All the time
too, she was slowly but surely smothering the fight out of Toni.
‘Do you submit this
match?’ Emma asked once more; the inevitable submission was surely coming, but
again Toni was defiant.
Emma clubbed her now, a
series of hard, double fisted blows to the stomach finally crushing the fight
from Toni it seemed. Now Emma switched to a double breast claw; thumb nail
viciously dug in to Toni’s nipples as she twisted and mauled the sensitive
breasts. Emma had her now, she knew it, Toni knew it, but was yet to admit her.
Emma asked her once more; ‘now bitch, do you submit?’
Toni weakly tapped the
mat, not enough it seemed for Emma though. She wanted to force her to admit her
defeat verbally as she told her opponent ‘say it cunt, say you give up or I’ll
rip your fucking tits off!’
Toni had no option,
dominated and trapped on the mat now. Suffering under Emma’s butt and at her
clawing hands, she cried out ‘I submit! I submit!’
Emma had claimed the
win, another tough, hard fought victory as she continued her successful recent
run of results. She climbed off Toni, pleased to have beaten a woman who had so
openly challenged her, almost questioning her ability as a catfighter.
‘I think these are mine’
she told Toni as she collected the small bundle of rain-soaked clothing from the
mats. ‘You’re welcome to try again anytime bitch’ she continued, before adding
menacingly ‘but the result will be every bit as bad for you again.’
Then Emma placed her
foot between Toni’s breasts, striking a stunning victory pose with the storm
clouds behind her before turning her back on her naked opponent and striding off
the mats. The look on Toni’s face as she lay, rain soaked in defeat on her own
mats told me that she would be back for another crack at Emma soon though.
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