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In Private
By Wolfboy
Emma takes on an
old family rival in a private match
Emma had beaten Becky
Sands, the daughter of Shelly Sands in a recent match; now Shelly, a former
rival of Debbie’s in a series of matches wanted a piece of Emma. ‘In private,
woman to woman to see who the alpha bitch is’ the blonde pro wrestler had
challenged; a challenge which Emma accepted without too much thought. In
further, brief, discussions, it had been decided that the two ladies would
battle in a no holds barred match, without time limit under ‘answer the bell’
rules. Under those rules, the loser of a fall must be ready to fight within 60
seconds of their submission. Failure to do so was the only way that the match
could be lost. It was a style of match that promised a long contest if both
women were on their games, and it would be held in a private pro wrestling
facility. It was essentially a small warehouse building with a pro ring at the
centre of it, around that there was a padded area, but beyond that, bare
concrete flooring was also potentially in bounds for both women, adding an
element of risk to the fight.
Shelly had also been a
previous opponent for Emma in an early defence of her Smythe catfighting title,
a match in which Emma had been victorious. Shelly had fought Debbie 3 times as
well and with Emma’s recent win over Shelly’s daughter Becky as well, there was
something of a family rivalry at play. It was certainly a fight that Emma was
taking seriously and she was in great shape for the contest against the powerful
older blonde. The fight would see Becky second her mother while I would second
Emma; seconds being allowed to enter the ring immediately on submission to try
to get their fighter ready for the following fall.
Emma and I were first
to leave the changing area, heading for the ring where the referee for the
evening was waiting. Emma had adopted a combination of looks for the fight; a
pair of white, knee high wrestling boots combined with a bright blue bodycon
vest top dress beneath which she wore just a matching blue spandex thong. The
style of attire had been loosely agreed upon with the spandex thongs a key part
of both fighters’ attire as they were unlikely to tear during a wedgie attack
which seemed likely to lead to some long, painful attacks.
We waited just a
couple of moments in the ring, Emma stretching lightly in the corner, before
Shelly and Becky made their way to the ring. I could see that Shelly had chosen
a very similar style of attire to Emma’s. A pair of black wrestling boots that
came to just below the knee teamed with a similar dress to Emma’s but in pink;
later in the match, we would learn that Shelly’s spandex thong was a two-tone
version, pink at the front and black at the back. The blonde looked ready as
well and she talked to her sexily clad daughter in the corner before the referee
looked to bring the proceedings to order. Becky, wearing just a skin tight black
catsuit that accentuated her powerful frame as she slipped through the ropes
now, leaving just the two women in the ring, preparing to fight as the referee
introduced both ladies. ‘This is a no holds barred, answer the bell catfight
with no time limit. If one of you submits, you must be ready to start the
following fall, with the assistance of your second, within sixty seconds or you
will lose the contest. So, on my left is Emma Baines who is 5 feet 10 inches
tall, 166lbs, measures 40E-28-39 and is 36 years old with a record of 49 wins
and 15 losses. Her opponent on my right is Shelly Sands who is also 5 feet 10
inches tall, 185lbs, 40DD-28-38. She is 48 years old and has a catfight record
of 60 wins and 23 losses. Ladies, if you’re both ready, lets fight!’
Both ladies certainly
were ready to fight, blonde and auburn haired amazons immediately clashing in
the centre of the ring, both hands wrapped in the other’s hair. Each strained
against the other, eyes locked in challenge as each looked to force the other
back to the ropes in the early exchanges. Shelly groaned as Emma strengthened
her grip on her flowing long blonde hair now, forcing her head back but the big
blonde gritted her teeth, slowly inching Emma back to the ropes. Emma found
herself overpowered slightly by the bigger woman and while she dug her heels in
to the mats, she soon felt the ropes against her back. Shelly didn’t stop there
though, bending Emma back across the top rope before delivering a stinging
downward slap to the uncovered skin of Emma’s breast in her low-cut dress. A
knee to the body followed but then Shelly backed up to the centre of the ring,
beckoning Emma to come and lock up again. Emma shook off the knee to the body
easily enough, but this time Shelly took her by surprise, getting behind her and
securing a hair held full nelson to control her. Again now, she slowly inched
Emma towards the ropes, this time forcing her throat across the tope rope.
Quickly again, Shelly broke the full nelson, clubbing Emma with a forearm across
the lower back before leaning her body into Emma, choking her with the top rope
as she did so. Emma gagged, fighting for air but also fighting back with a sharp
elbow to the ribs that took the blonde’s breath away, forcing a break and a
change of strategy from her.
Again, Shelly waited
at the centre of the ring, lighting Emma’s face up with a hard slap as she came
into range. Emma fired back, a right hand low to Shelly’s stomach and a slugfest
ensued at centre ring, both women landing with caps and punches to head and body
before Shelly again landed the decisive blow, surprising Emma with a kick to the
pit of the stomach. A knee lift to the breasts followed, Emma doubling forward
to meet it before it put her on her back in the centre of the ring and in
trouble for the first time in the fight. Shelly wasted no time on ceremony,
diving into a full body pin as she legs wrestled with Emma’s, trying to secure
the grapevine. Emma grabbed her blonde hair; Shelly stung her face and breasts
with slaps in reply as their legs continued their battle. Emma managed to roll
out from beneath the blonde briefly but Shelly used the momentum to continue the
roll, the two women rolling across the mat in an angry, screeching catball.
Dresses riding up on their hips, both women revealed their spandex thongs for
the first time before Shelly arrested the progress of the catball, stunning Emma
by bashing the back of her head on the mat. The blonde elected not to go for the
grapevine now though, pulling Emma from the mat by her long, silky auburn hair
before a right hand to the jaw sent her reeling into the ropes. Using the ropes
was a clear part of Shelly’s early strategy, firing Emma into the opposite ropes
before setting off to flatten her with a shuddering shoulder tackle.
Emma dropped to the
mat, more than a little dazed I thought from the bone jarring impact, but as
Shelly came into pull her from the mat, she countered with a right hand to the
pit of the stomach. Following that up, she fired another punch home only for
Shelly to cut off the comeback with a powerful forearm across the shoulders.
Then taking the hair, she viciously eye raked Emma, leaving her blinking
furiously as she attempted to clear her eyes while Shelly sent her off into the
ropes again. This time a clothesline dropped Emma to the mat and she was clearly
ailing as Shelly waited over her, patiently biding her time before Emma rose
straight into a tight front headlock. That hold, well applied as it was, allowed
Shelly to drag Emma towards the ropes before a knee lift up into the breasts
sent Emma reeling into them. As Emma staggered into the ropes, Shelly was
already on the attack once more, a right hand to the jaw diminishing Emma’s
resistance as Shelly slipped through the ropes to the apron before dragging Emma
through the ropes by her auburn hair. A slap to the face knocked Emma from the
ring apron the matted floor as things started to break down quite early in the
contest.
Shelly went to the
hair only to find Emma pushing her off into the ring apron with some degree of
authority, and Emma was able to battle back into the fight, tying the powerful
blonde up in a crunching bear hug there on the outside of the ring. Now Shelly
groaned as she felt Emma’s arms grinding into her body, but as Emma looked to
lift her from the mat, Shelly retaliated, clapping both hands around Emma’s ears
hard to break the hold. The blonde was relentless as she went straight to the
hair, slamming Emma’s face into the ring apron. Keeping up the attack, now
Shelly lifted Emma into a bearhug of her own on the outside of the ring, holding
Emma clear of the mat in a impressive show of power. Emma moaned in pain, even
more so as Shelly drove her back into the unforgiving steel of the ring post,
and Shelly released the bear hug now, allowing Emma to drop to the mats. Brief
respite only though as the blonde pulled her from the mats, lifting and slamming
Emma hard on the less forgiving surface of the mats, and she had Emma exactly
where she wanted her now. She knew it, but also knew better than to take it for
granted; not allowing Emma time to recover, she spread her legs before a cruel
knee drop to the pussy set Emma howling on the mat in pain.
‘Nice mum!’ Becky
cheered from the corner before adding ‘make that bitch pay now!’
Shelly needed no
further encouragement though, ripping Emma from the mat by her flowing auburn
hair before she lifted my wife into the air, screaming, to deliver a second,
equally authoritative body slam. Emma tried desperately to roll clear but Shelly
had none of it, stopping her with a hard boot to the ribs. Then she dropped hard
on Emma, a full body splash quickly converted to a grapevine pin, her DD breasts
squarely in Emma’s face before she reached back to apply a pussy claw. Her
fingers worked inside Emma’s spandex thong, drawing shrieks of pain from Emma
who reached for Shelly’s blonde hair in desperate retaliation. The blonde shook
that off though, ignoring the tearing pain in her scalp and she redoubled her
efforts, spreading Emma wide with the grapevine as her fingers continued the
pussy punishment. Emma was left with little choice other than to cry out ‘I
submit!’ and as the referee forced Shelly to break and started the one-minute
timer, I rushed round the ring to revive Emma for round 2.
‘Are you OK?’ I asked
her as I applied an ice pack to her crotch. I’d known Shelly to be a pussy
hunter from her clashes with Debbie and had come prepared for this match.
‘I’m fine’ Emma
insisted ‘she got me good, but I’ll make that slut pay now’ she told me,
resolutely rising off the mat outside to climb back in the ring so that the
fight would continue.
Sixty seconds passed,
the referee checking in with both women that they wanted to continue, and then
both women, having decided that they did, clashed again at the centre of the
ring. Again, Shelly looked to be the stronger women early on in the second fall,
winning the hair battle to force Emma around the ring a little. A stiff right to
the belly from Emma slowed the blonde up for a moment though, giving her chance
to land a two-punch combination to body and head putting Shelly on the back foot
for the first time. Emma looked to use the ropes now, rushing to back Shelly
into them and bending her back painfully over the top strand of ring ropes
before sinking another punch hard in to the blonde’s belly. Shelly sagged
visibly from that blow as Emma took the chance to throw the blonde fighter to
the mat by her hair and it was Emma who got on top early in the second fall, a
boot to the ribs of the older woman asserting that early dominance. Shelly was a
cagey fighter though, something which almost caught Emma off guard as she lunged
with a headbutt aimed to the stomach that Emma just about avoided. That put
Shelly in a compromised position stretched out on all fours now though, and her
ribs were an immediate target that Emma wasn’t going to refuse with a second
hard boot delivered to the rib cage. Shelly rolled to the mat, clutching her
side and Emma dropped to her knees beside her, clubbing a double fisted blow
into the blonde’s stomach before wrapping both hands round her throat in a
straight up choke. Shelly gasped, her eyes wide with fear momentarily as she
felt Emma’s tight grip, but she was a fighter, quickly raking Emma’s eyes to
break the hold. With Emma trying to clear her vision, Shelly delivered a hard
uppercut to the breasts that knocked her back, giving the blonde time to
recover, and she was waiting as Emma rose, lifting her into a bear hug. Shelly
showed off her impressive strength as she lifted her clear of the mat, but
suddenly the blonde found herself moaning in pain too as Emma got her legs
wrapped around her in a body scissor.
Now it was a battle of
wills, Shelly’s arms against Emma’s legs but Emma had the added advantage of
making Shelly carry her weight. That was something the blonde dealt with quickly
though diving to the mat to drive Emma hard to the canvas where the battle
continued, Emma quickly re-establishing the scissors as Shelly worked her arms
in tight around her body. A cry of pain from Shelly suggested Emma’s scissors
were strongly applied; one from Emma suggested similar of the bear hug too as
the two women waged their war of attrition on the mats. Shelly found herself at
a disadvantage though, Emma having her hands free, and she started to slap the
blonde repeatedly in the face before delivering an eye rake of her own, breaking
the bearhug as Shelly rubbed at her eyes. Emma broke her scissor hold too,
planting her right foot between Shelly’s breasts as she knelt on the mat before
kicking out to send her sprawling. Shelly looked dazed as Emma crushed her tits
with a flying leg drop now before using the blonde hair to pull the pro wrestler
into a tight side head scissor. Shelly groaned, then screamed as Emma raked her
eyes again before getting a hand inside Shelly’s spandex thong in a pussy claw.
Suddenly the blonde was in big trouble; Emma’s thighs crushing her head while
she mauled her womanhood, and the big blonde was wisely quick to cry out her
submission as Emma quickly evened the score up. The referee forced the break,
and Emma returned to her corner while Becky came in to help her mother up. There
was little doubt that the fight would continue, but Emma was pleased to have got
back into it quickly. Shelly was eyeing her angrily though across the ring and
as the bell rang to start fall three, both women were quickly back into it,
locked into each other’s hair at the centre of the ring.
This time the battle
for dominance was intense, Shelly trying to back Emma up again while Emma gave
ground grudgingly, refusing to budge and inch. Shelly used her experience,
bending Emma forward as she wrenched on her hair furiously, Emma yelped,
countering with a stiff right hand to the blonde’s body. Shelly responded,
lighting up Emma’s face with three fast slaps only to have to defend furiously
as Emma looked to strike with a knee to the body. The battle intensified, both
forehead to forehead as they spat insults at each other, all the time feeling
the burning pain in their scalps as their opponent ripped intently at their
hair. The epic struggle at the start of the fall made it feel like this might be
a pivotal moment, and finally Shelly seemed to have taken the initiative;
bending Emma forward again by the hair she delivered a knee strike to the face
that stunned the auburn-haired warrior. She straightened, legs stiffening
slightly and found herself floored by a perfect European style uppercut from
Shelly that practically lifted her from the mat, sending her crashing on to her
back.
Shelly pounced, an
elbow drop to the chest before pulling Emma into a tight side headlock, DD
breasts pressed into her face as she looked to punish her. Emma responded,
getting a hand beneath Shelly’s ass, using it to help roll the blonde across
her, and she was able to free herself after a sort right hand shot low in
Shelly’s stomach. Her escape was short lived though, rising into Shelly’s grasp,
and the blonde used a double handful of hair to muscle Emma into the corner.
Against the turnbuckles, she quickly whipped in two body punches before grabbing
the top rope and stretching her foot up to pin Emma there with a boot to the
throat. Emma gagged, fighting for breath, but the escape opportunity was right
there in front of her as she shot a hard punch into Shelly’s unprotected pussy,
sending the blonde to the mat, howling in pain. Emma immediately spread the
blonde’s legs, dropping to her knees to headbutt her in the crotch now, and she
suddenly appeared to have things going her way quite nicely in fall three. Emma
was looking to keep the pressure up on the blonde though, a handful of hair
helping her to her feet and into a front headlock. Emma kneed the blonde in the
side now before hitching Shelly’s dress up above her hips; then she grabbed the
waistband of the blonde’s thong. Using it as she powered the 185lb wrestler into
a sensational vertical suplex. Evidently Emma had also learned a couple of
tricks from Lisa King during their training sessions. And the shuddering impact
had left the blonde groaning in pain on the mat. Emma was quickly looking to
capitalise though, using a full body splash to further drive the air out of
Shelly’s lungs before capturing her in a picture-perfect cross pin.
The sound of tearing
fabric filled the room now as Emma made short work of Shelly’s pink dress,
tearing the front open before immediately sinking the nails of her right hand
into Shelly’s left breast. The blonde howled in protest, yelped as Emma
flattened her breast with two hard slaps, and then groaned again as Emma went
back to the mauling attack working the blonde’s breast painfully. Pinned, Shelly
had to grit her teeth and take it before she looked to bite into Emma’s side as
she was being partly smothered by it. Emma cried out, the sharp pain from
Shelly’s teeth quickly registering with her, but she took it, slamming 6 hard
punches into the blonde’s stomach. Forced to suck air in, Shelly had to open her
mouth allowing Emma to get clear and shifting position slightly she kept the
blonde pinned, continuing her work on her left breast now with added vigour.
Shelly continued to
cry out in pain as Emma worked on her breasts, and a surprise bridge had little
impact as Emma rode it expertly before slamming a sift into the blonde’s stomach
bringing her back under control. Still, Emma seemed to sense that despite her
dominant position, she wasn’t going to get the job done this way to force Shelly
to submit. Emma rose off the blonde, a handful of hair and a handful of breast
forcing her to her feet where Emma used a big forearm smash to send her reeling
into the corner turnbuckles. Emma followed in quick, a running knee to the body
followed by a second up into the pussy that saw Shelly sag weakly in the corner,
only the top rope holding her up as her arms were draped across it. An inviting
target presented as Emma drove her shoulder hard into Shelly, the air crushed
from the big pro wrestler’s body as Emma upped the ante looking for a
submission. A handful of hair dragged Shelly, looking a little beleaguered, from
the corner, a hand between her powerful thighs lifted the blonde into a powerful
body slam. Shelly hit the mat hard and her predicament worsened immediately as
Emma plunged in with a full body splash. Winded and in some pain, Shelly wasn’t
able to prevent Emma from moving into a reverse face sit, quickly sitting on top
of the blonde’s face. A double breast claw brought muffled protests from Shelly
now before Emma hammered hard fists into both breasts. Then, confident she was
well on top, Emma went back to the breast claw, her nails drawing shrieks of
pain from the blonde who gamely hung in the match. Emma took the chance to
punish her further though; first shifting position to make sure her full weight
rode on Shelly’s face and then pounded her body with hard fists. The air driven
further from her body; Shelly had no choice now other than to submit. Emma took
a 2-1 lead and as she climbed off Shelly, she also took the blonde’s dress to
leave her topless in just her thong and wrestling boots.
As Becky rushed into
the ring, quickly looking to get her mother up and ready for fall 4, Emma
strutted back to the corner, looking satisfied with her work as she dropped
Shelly’s torn dress beneath the ropes in the corner. Then she confidently
smoothed her own dress across her stomach and thighs. ‘Be ready’ I cautioned
‘she’s a tough bitch, she might not be done just yet Em.’
‘I know you’re right
Steve, don’t worry’ Emma reassured me ‘but I’m going to finish this in the next
fall if I can!’
I had little doubt
that was her intent, but I also saw a look of determination set firm in Shelly’s
eyes as she came a little wearily from her corner at the start of the fall. The
blonde took a cautious approach, giving ground and looking to draw Emma on to
her. Emma probed Shelly’s defences, getting a stiff right hand through her
guard, but Shelly refused to take the bait, keeping her distance as she wiped
her mouth with the back of her hand. Emma forced the blonde to eat another job
to the face, before gaining in confidence, she rushed in behind a flurry of
slaps, grabbing Shelly’s hair and pulling her onto an uppercut that dropped her
to her knees. Now Emma looked to attack, grabbing for the hair to pull Shelly
into a front headlock, but the blonde showed her smarts, grabbing the front of
Emma’s dress and using it to pull her chest first into the middle ropes. Shelly
had her chance, pouncing to press Emma’s throat first across the middle rope, a
knee planted high in my wife’s back as she used a double handful of hair to keep
her squarely in place.
It was a punishing
position for Emma to be in; choked the rope as she carried Shelly’s weight and
felt the blonde’s hands tearing at her hair. Shelly smiled, suddenly happy that
she was weakening her rival now; then she surprised Emma by hooking a nasty
cross face forearm in that stunned her, sending her sprawling to the mat. Little
respite for Emma though as Shelly was straight on her, the toe of her boot
crashing hard into Emma’s side, sending her rolling to the mat once more. Emma
tried to get clear, but a handful of long auburn hair slowed her progress and a
chopping right hand to the jaw arrested it completely, leaving Emma a little
dazed down on the mat. Shelly wasn’t about to leave her on the mats for any time
to recover though, bringing her roughly to her feet and taking her eyes as Emma
protested loudly. Blinking furiously to try and clear her vision, Emma wasn’t
ready for Shelly’s hard knee lift to the but followed by an uppercut to the
breasts that sent Emma reeling into the ropes. Shelly followed in quickly as
well, a knee to the body that took the wind out of Emma. Then the big blonde
showed her ring experience, wrapping Emma up in the ropes, both arms trapped as
she slugged her hard in the pit of the stomach. Shelly, taking advantage of
Emma’s predicament tore open the front of Emma’s blue dress now, exposing her
breasts to a nasty nail rake, before the blonde went back to the eyes to keep
Emma off her game.
‘I’ll give you thirty
seconds, then I’m freeing her from the ropes’ the referee told Shelly generously
for Emma I thought as there was technically nothing in the rules about freeing a
trapped fighter. Shelly wasn’t about to waste the thirty seconds though, but she
elected to go outside the ring to the apron, doing her damage from behind Emma
where she knew her feet couldn’t get to her. A headbutt to the back of the head
kept up the beating for Emma, a vicious double breast claw saw her shriek with
pain even before Shelly found some flesh on her shoulders to sink her teeth
into. A molar mauling added to Emma’s problems before, with the referee coming
in to release Emma, Shelly dropped to her knees to deliver a cruel uppercut to
the crotch from behind. As she was freed from the ropes, Emma dropped to her
knees and Shelly came back through the ropes, looking to press home the
advantage. She ripped the dress from Emma’s body before helping to her feet with
a handful of hair and handful of thong to throw her into the corner. Emma
covered up as best she could, blocking most of a flurry of punches with her arms
but a couple set her breasts swinging before a snap right hand to the jaw put
her on her knees. A knee strike between the breasts sent her back into the
corner post, and Shelly slapped her hard across the face before going outside
the ring again. This time, she grabbed Emma’s ankles, and from outside she
pulled Emma crotch first into the steel ring post. Emma’s cry of pain suggested
it was successful, and as she writhed in pain outside the ring after Shelly
dragged her to the mats by the hair, it looked to be a matter of time for Shelly
to even the score in the match.
The blonde pro, with
no rules to prevent her doing so, was happy to keep the action on the outside
too for now, perhaps thinking she may do more damage there. She stood Emma up by
the hair before using a stiff right hand to knock her back to the ring apron. A
handful of auburn hair helped her slam Emma’s face into the ring apron now, and
with Emma stunned, she followed up with a hard forearm smash across the lower
back. Emma’s back arched in pain; Shelly saw her chance using the hair to spin
Emma around straight into a big body slam on the unforgiving mats outside the
ring. Emma’s screams, as much of anticipation before the jarring impact as from
the move itself, filled the room. Now the big blonde gestured confidently,
knowing that Emma was in trouble, and using Emma’s blue spandex thong in a
painful wedgie, she forced her to all fours and into what appeared to be a
standing head scissor. In fact, the blonde dropped to her knees with Emma’s head
trapped between them, driving her face into the mat. Emma was dazed, only
letting out a groan of pain as Shelly used the thong again to bring her back to
a position on all fours. Again, Emma’s head was forced between Shelly’s legs,
the blonde giving a quick squeeze this time before she waist locked Emma. She
was looking for a piledriver right there on the unforgiving mats as she daughter
Becky cheered her on. It was a move to end the fight had she been successful
with it, but Emma countered, dropping back to the mat to prevent the attack.
Shelly looked to force
Emma back to her feet now, once again using the thong as her main leverage. Emma
steadfastly looked to stay down on the mat, screaming out in pain from the
wedgie as she did so, trying to prevent Shelly from getting the move complete. A
shriek came from Emma as Shelly raked her nails up and down her back now. Two
punches from the blonde crashed into Emma’s unprotected rib cage; then sensing
she had weakened the auburn-haired fighter sufficiently, Shelly went back to the
thong, finally forcing a seemingly weary Emma into the position to waist lock
her, preparing for the piledriver. It was at that point that Emma surprised the
blonde; desperation perhaps, but her sudden move to lift and backdrop the
shocked pro wrestler worked perfectly, Shelly landing in a painful heap behind
Emma, winded as the tables turned in the match once more.
Emma attacked slowly,
deliberately, buying herself time to recover from the punishment she had taken
early in the round. First of all, with Shelly down, she put the boots to the
blonde, stomping her body after a boot to the ribs had rolled her to her back.
Shelly groaned in pain as boot leather landed time and again on her body before
Emma forced her to her feet by the hair. Keeping that handful of hair, she
slammed Shelly’s face into the ring apron. With the pro wrestler dazed from
that, Emma whipped her hard into the steel ring post from outside the ring.
There was no padding there to cushion that blow and Shelly crashed hard to the
mats, crying out in pain. Emma was feeling the pace still, taking a knee next to
Shelly as she asked the ailing blonde id she wanted to give up. ‘Fuck off
bitch!’ was the tough blonde’s defiant response, but she was soon howling in
pain again as Emma sunk in a two-handed stomach claw, hands riding low at the
waist band of Shelly’s thong as she tortured her.
‘Now do you submit
bitch?’ Emma asked Shelly who broke off from her cries of pain for just long
enough to answer ‘no!’ resiliently once more. Then the blonde reached for Emma’s
auburn hair, looking to turn the tables only for Emma to club a double handed
blow into her stomach, stopping the attempted counter quickly. Now Emma
connected with the point of her elbow to Shelly’s chin and the big blonde fell
back more than a little dazed to the mats. Suddenly, I think Emma knew she had
Shelly’ a look of total confidence spreading on her face as she peeled the big
blonde off the mats, waist locking her to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop.
Shelly was frozen there on Emma’s knee for a moment until Emma plastered a hard
forearm across the blonde’s breasts crushing them against her body as it knocked
her back to the mat. If it looked like being one-way traffic, Shelly almost
surprised Emma with a lunging headbutt again, but a dodge followed by a hard
knee to the head kept the blonde in check. Now Emma wanted the job done, a hard
body slam there on the thin mats outside the ring punishing the blonde,
softening her up for the coup de grace. As Shelly writhed on the mat, Emma
forced her, by the hair, to a seated position before she got in behind her,
wrapping her legs tightly around Shelly’s waist. Then, wrapping her arms around
the blonde’s neck and head she trapped her in a tightly applied sleeper. It
looked suddenly like a bit of wrestling would win the day against the wrestler;
Emma felt it too, pulling Shelly backwards to the mat, still in her boa
constrictor like grip of sleeper and body scissor. Shelly fought it, nails
testing Emma’s thighs, but Emma wasn’t letting up the pressure.
‘Give up bitch!’ Emma
insisted.
‘No, never….’came
Shelly’s reply now, but it tailed off into a choking gasp as Emma sunk the
sleeper in further, cranking hard on the blonde’s head. It was unnecessary for
Emma to go back and ask the blonde if she gave, she was evidently out as the
referee asked Emma to break. She did so, returning to out corner once more as
she waited in case Shelly was able to return to the action. It was a mere
formality though, Shelly only just recovering as the bell sounded, and Becky
wisely pulled her mother out of the match. The younger blonde made vague noises
about revenge as we were leaving later on; Emma simply smiled and told her that
she knew where she was when she was ready….
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