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No Way Out – Part Two

By Wolfboy

Now Toni’s chosen opponent takes on Emma in the second match of the evening

‘Concentrate on your match Emma’ Debbie weakly told her daughter as Emma helped her upright and to the ropes. ‘I’m fine; Steve will look after me now. Focus!’ she said with a little more force as Emma handed Debbie off to me on the outside of the ring.

‘I’m getting too old for this lark’ she smiled at me as I helped her to a seat on the outside of the ring now to recover from the match.

‘Nonsense’ I told her ‘you’re not getting too old; your opponents are getting too young though. You know what they say Debbie’ I smiled ‘pick on someone your own age for a change!’

‘You cheeky sod!’ she laughed ‘I can still kick your arse Steve!’

‘Oh, I don’t doubt that!’ I smiled.

‘But thanks’ she told me ‘I needed that bit of a laugh. I’m fine, you’d best help Emma get ready’ she instructed me.

If I knew one thing in life, it was not to argue with my mother in law where her daughter was concerned, so checking ‘if you’re sure?’ with Debbie who dismissed me with a wave as I made my way back to Emma’s corner. It was fair to say that my wife, still wearing her robe, was seething.

‘I’m going to make that fucking bitch pay Steve’ she told me, a fiery look in her eyes, ‘she’s going to get it. I’m going to take her apart’ she continued.

‘Not tonight you’re not’ I told her in reply ‘so calm down and focus on your match tonight, will you?’ I asked. ‘And remember’ I added ‘Debbie volunteered to take her on at short notice, she didn’t need to do it, you didn’t make her do it, she wanted to. So, let’s stop talking about revenge, shall we? Debbie’s absolutely fine, so let’s just focus on whoever Toni puts in front of you tonight’ I finished.

‘Yes sir!’ Emma replied, a little sarcastically, but it had done the trick of getting her head back in the game for now at least. ‘Do you know who she has in mind?’ she asked me.

‘Not a clue’ I admitted. ‘She’s kept it really close to her chest, but I think we’re about to find out’ I suggested, hearing the door to the house open and Toni greeting whoever it was that had just come into the house.

The answer to that question was quickly revealed as Yulia Petrova, the Ukrainian fighter that Emma had defended her title against successfully quite recently, entered the garage looking ready to fight. She wore a long trench cost as she entered the garage, letting it drop to the floor as she reached her corner, beneath it she wore a simple pale blue bra with lace booty shorts in a lemon colour that clung to the curves of her hips and ass. Pale blue fishnet stockings with a matching suspender bely completed the look for the powerful, tough Ukrainian woman who smirked at Emma from across the garage ring. Content that she had provided more than a surprise for her. Toni wore the same self-satisfied expression as she took up a position in Yulia’s corner, ready to offer the Ukrainian her wisdom as and when it was needed.

‘Where the fuck did she get her from?’ Emma asked me, a little thrown to find herself facing the tough Ukrainian woman it seemed to me. Still, she slipped off her white silk robe to reveal her chosen lingerie for the fight; as hinted at she wore a plunging deep maroon satin bra along with a matching coloured lace thong and suspender belt. Her stockings were a nude colour, an element of shimmer about their fabric as she strode to centre ring to face Yulia now. Karen quickly called the two women to order as she talked through the rules very briefly, pertinently reminding Yulia of the rules regarding ‘hard strikes’ to the head of a downed opponent given her losing a fall via disqualification last time she had faced Emma. ‘Do you both accept the rules?’ Karen asked both ladies who accepted, albeit with Yulia adding ‘but there are too many…’

‘Stick to them or I’ll be forced to disqualify you in the end’ Karen had warned her before starting her introductions. ‘Yulia is in pale blue and yellow, she is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 153lbs and 36C-24-37. Emma is in maroon with nude stockings, she is 5 feet 10 inches tall, 169lbs and 40E-28-38. Ladies you know the rules; I suggest you use those time outs wisely and be aware, I will only stop the fight if one of you is unable to fight back and does not do so for a sustained period. So, let’s fight ladies!’ she finished.

Unlike in their first meeting there was little in the way of caution in the opening moments of this fight. Emma and Yulia each clinched tightly, bodies together and hands wrapped tightly in the other’s hair almost like a couple of Muay Thai kick boxers in the opening seconds, looking to bully the other around the ring. Both used knees to the body too, Yulia to Emma’s side while in return, Emma contented herself with a good retaliatory shot straight to Yulia’s belly. Both took those well though, and I fancied that with Emma’s height advantage, Yulia was happy to keep the opening moments at close range. Emma tried to wrestle Yulia into the corner now, using size and strength to muscle the Ukrainian around; Yulia fired back though with another knee to the body. Despite having her back to the corner post, Yulia’s knee strike kept Emma at bay for a moment as the two women remained tightly tangled. Indeed, Emma elected to break her grip of Yulia’s hair breaking free towards centre ring with a stinging slap across the blonde’s face.

Yulia wiped her mouth, a smirk across her face as she stayed in the corner for a split second. Evidently unphased by the slap, she quickly rejoined the battle, locking up with Emma closely once more, hands in hair, the two women trading kneed to the body as they ripped at each other’s hair. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Emma cried as she felt her head forced back by the shorter but clearly powerful blonde. ‘What?’ Yulia taunted ‘you don’t like it?’ the Ukrainian woman asked as she slipped a hand from Emma’s hair to clamp it across her throat and force Emma into the ropes. Yulia was quick to bury an uppercut deep into Emma’s belly, driving the air from her body before she showed some wrestling skills to deliver a nice monkey flip to send Emma crashing to the mats in centre ring. Emma was quickly trying to scramble to her feet only to be met fast with a knee between the breasts that sent her sprawling to the mat on her back again, her head positioned dangerously beneath the bottom rope. Yulia wasn’t one to miss a chance and she dropped in to pin Emma, looking to get her hands onto the bottom rope to push it down on to Emma’s throat in a choke. Emma also got her hands on the rope, defending furiously from beneath as she looked to prevent the Ukrainian from securing her rope choke.

As the two women fought over control of the bottom rope, Yulia took her eyes off the ball monetarily, Emma bridging and actually sending Yulia off balance into the ropes. Emma squirmed from beneath Yulia, grabbing the blonde’s legs and completing the task of forcing the Ukrainian woman out of the ring. Yulia was quick to try and come back between the ropes; Emma was quicker through and with Yulia still coming into the ring, she caught her flush with a knee to the face that saw Yulia slump to the mat, her legs still resting on the middle rope. Emma wasn’t one to waste such a chance, delivering a kick to the belly of the blonde, finally sending her to the mat, clutching her stomach as she tried to get her breath back. Now Emma measured her for a big elbow drop across the lower back causing Yulia to cry out in pain, cries that intensified as Emma lay across her back using a handful of her blonde hair to force her head and chest clear of the mat. Emma had a spare hand and used it to hammer a series of right hands into Yulia’s shoulder blades before finishing the attack with two stinging slaps to her cheek. Yulia was tough enough to take that and it didn’t trouble her too much, but Emma had control as she dragged the blonde to her feet by the hair. A meeting of the blonde’s face and the corner post left her dazed as Emma targeted the lower back to hammer her with fierce punches.

Yulia groaned as she took the heavy blows but she surprised Emma by flicking back her right foot, catching Emma in the thigh and dropping her momentarily to one knee. Emma rose quickly only to find Yulia setting her staggering with an uppercut to the jaw. Off balance, Emma was totally unprepared for Yulia showing great wrestling skill and no little agility to catch her with a perfectly timed drop kick, extending her power packed legs to floor Emma. The auburn-haired fighter was a little stunned, and no sooner had Yulia got to her feet than she launched a crashing leg drop across Emma’s breasts. A handful of hair allowed her to lift Emma just enough to wrap her legs around Emma’s head and a shriek of pain from Emma showed that good use of the nails was also a strength of the blonde. In trouble, Emma gritted her teeth as Yulia continued to maul her breasts, trying to grab the blonde fighter’s hands to protect herself. Yulia was able to keep shaking Emma off though, keeping up the early pressure on her as she did so. Caught in the awkward position down on the mat, Emma started to bridge only for the Ukrainian fighter to rake her nails across her stomach now, and Emma shrieked once more, dropped back to the mat and she was in no little amount of trouble so early in the match.

Yulia wasn’t about to let up either, forcing her butt off the mat as she planted both hands on the mat now, to add extra pressure to the scissor hold. Emma groaned as she felt the power in the former gymnasts’ legs. Dropping back now, Yulia surprised Emma with a hard, flat handed slap to her right breast, and then, after raking her eyes, she turned the scissor hold free. She didn’t turn Emma free though, using a good handful of her flowing auburn hair to pull her to her feet, immediately ramming her head first in to the corner post as she continued to dominate the early action. Emma grabbed the top rope to steady herself and regretted it as Yulia hooked punch round into her righthand side, taking the wind out of her. A crushing forearm struck Emma across the shoulders now, sending her pitching forward into the corner post again and a hard punch into the lower back completed the job of dropping her to her knees. 

‘Weak English bitch!’ the Ukrainian taunted her in thickly accented English as she pushed Emma throat first on to the middle rope, leaning her body into her to add immediate pressure to the choke. Emma tried to grab for the blonde’s hair now, but Yulia was a step ahead it seemed as she grabbed Emma’s hand and bit it, causing Emma to cry out in pain and confusion as the fight continued to run away from her in the early going. Now she flailed her other arm back, catching Yulia in the body a couple of times but the tough Ukrainian blonde took those in her stride and used Emma’s hair to bring her back to her feet against the ropes. A hair mare throw followed, Emma landing in a seated position in front of Yulia who quickly kicked her hard across the shoulder blades, and Emma rolled to the mat on her side, moaning in pain and in big trouble. Yulia wasn’t exactly about to let up on her easily, but she made a mistake, or maybe it wasn’t, as she punished Emma with a fist drop to the back of the head. Immediately, Karen backed her up as she tried to use the hair to pull Emma into a headlock.

‘Let her up! Let her up!’ Karen cautioned Yulia. ‘You know that’s against the rules don’t you!?’ she half challenged; half told the blonde who looked on from behind Karen as Emma got to her feet. Yulia hardly looked to be contrite as Karen warned her again to keep it within the rules, and as Emma rubbed the back of her head, Yulia waist locked her and drove her back hard in to the corner. There, the blonde unleashed a flurry of right hands to the head and upper body that slowly but surely drove the auburn-haired fighter down to her butt in the corner. The blonde wasn’t done there either as she planted her foot on Emma’s throat, leaning back as she gripped the tope ropes tightly to help her add extra pressure to the move. Both of Emma’s hands went to Yulia’s ankle as she looked to prise it off her throat, but Yulia was steadfast in her punishment, Emma looking to be in a world of trouble. In a bit of desperation though, she struck with a straight shot to the pussy that sent the powerful blonde crumpling to the mat on her knees. Emma, from her own seated position, now lashed a foot out at Yulia, taking care to catch her legally in the breasts, knocking her to the mat on her back and the fight looked like it was back on more of an even keel all of a sudden.

Where Yulia had taken the early initiative, now Emma tried to return the favour and dominate the action. Pulling herself to her feet by the top ropes, Emma caught Yulia as she rose, trapping the blonde in a tight front headlock. That put her in a position to test Yulia’s body with a hard knee before she took the contest in a cattier direction. She played her nails harshly up and down the blonde’s back before she grabbed the back of her booty shorts, pulling them into a hard wedgie, drawing a cry of surprise from the blonde fighter. Then Emma delivered a shuddering forearm across the back, dropping the Ukrainian to her knees, allowing Emma to trap her head firmly between her thighs now. Yulia had barely a moment to register that the thighs wrapped around her head were starting to hurt her, before Emma rolled her onto her side as she took the tight head scissors to the mat. Straight away, Emma had her right hand digging inside Yulia’s booty shorts, looking for a crotch claw. She secured that quickly and settled in, sinking her head scissors into more of a leg choke and started to pour on the pressure to punish the blonde.

Still, it was a match that was expected to have plenty of twists, changes in the momentum, even surprises. But the biggest surprise was perhaps the tough Ukrainian calling for her time out almost as soon as Emma really got her trapped in the crotch claw. She’d looked in some trouble sure, but hardly the kind of peril I’d have expected to drive a tough catfighter to use the time out so quickly. Still, that was about the shape of it as Yulia returned to the corner to receive a pep talk from Toni, the Texan looking pretty relaxed about things as she chatted with Yulia. Emma seemed more than a bit surprised that she had given the time out away so quickly. ‘She’s tougher than that’ Emma told me in the corner ‘it’s almost like there’s something else on her mind, or some kind of plan that she’s got.’

‘I guess there could be, though I can’t figure out what’ I told Emma. ‘maybe she just figured to not take the crotch maul so early on in the fight?’

‘Maybe’ Emma admitted ‘but I’m not totally sure. I’m taking her booty shorts anyway. If she doesn’t want the crotch work, I’ll take the easier access to her pussy!’

At the start of the second part of the fight, Emma forced Yulia to abandon her yellow lace booty shorts in the corner, and the battle resumed with Yulia in her bra and stockings. It started patiently too, Emma taunting Yulia as she landed a couple of slaps, telling her ‘I thought you were tougher than this, blonde pussy!’ Yulia refused to rise to the bait in the early moments though, her height disadvantage meaning she inevitably took a couple of slaps before she was able to get into range. When she was inside range to strike, the Ukrainian was measured, picking shots to the body that were impressively well placed and packed plenty of power to trouble Emma. Yulia and Emma tangled again in a clinch of sorts against the ring ropes, both with a hand in the hair, and both with their backs to the ropes. Emma narrowly avoided a knee to the pussy, taking it on her thigh; Yulia found herself pulled momentarily into a standing breast smother before her teeth came to her aid, forcing Emma to release that hold.

Then the two women were back apart again, circling, jousting almost at distance, both ladies landing slaps and the occasional punch as they did so. ‘Come on bitch’ Emma taunted Yulia ‘let’s fight’ as she tried to persuade the blonde to engage with her again. ‘As you wish slut’ Yulia replied, but she had no intention of getting dragged into a battle on Emma’s terms, instead cleverly countering her as Emma looked to close in with fast kicks to the body and legs. The Ukrainian was fast on her feet and it paid dividends for her as she beat Emma to the attack on a number of occasions with her kicks. Emma grabbed for Yulia’s blonde hair now as she looked to drag her into a closer battle only for the tough blonde to shrug her off and deliver an elbow to the top of the head. It was a dizzying blow for Emma to take and she had to back it up now, looking to find herself space to recover her senses for a moment. Yulia wasn’t about to give her that luxury, now keen to engage in the fight as she swarmed Emma into a corner. There, Yulia was all about unusual angles of attack; a punch from low onto the waistband of Emma’s thong, then as Emma’s arms dropped in defence, a butt to the chest. Emma reeled back and Yulia slashed at her belly with sharp nails drawing a screech of pain. Emma grabbed for Yulia’s arms looking to thwart the Ukrainian’s attacks now; Yulia brushed that attempt aside though, pushing Emma’s hands up and delivering a mean double handed thrust to the underside of both breasts. She had Emma reeling, still trying to gather herself from that elbow, and now the tough Ukrainian woman raked her eyes and delivered a kick to the stomach that put Emma on her backside in the corner.

Keeping it just about legal, Yulia punished Emma with a thigh strike to the face there against the corner post. It may not have counted as a ‘hard strike’ within the rules, but the look on Emma’s face suggested that Yulia’s iron hard thighs packed enough of a punch. A rough handful of hair allowed Yulia to force Emma upright so that she could punch her straight in the face to send her rocking back into the corner. Emma kept her hands up high as she hit the corner post, Yulia attacked low, slashing a hard right hand across Emma’s belly. As the air was crushed from Emma’s lungs, Yulia went to the hair, using it to throw Emma roughly to the mat in the centre of the ring. Now the Ukrainian woman made an error of judgement though, attempting a flying splash that found nobody at home as Emma rolled clear and it was Emma who took a momentary advantage, crawling over to grab Yulia’s hair and bounce her head off the mat. Yulia groaned but grabbed for Emma’s auburn hair as Emma loomed over her, landing a weak slap to the face as she did so. Emma retaliated, slamming the back of Yulia’s head to the mat once more and it seemed that Emma had the blonde subdued as the moved into a pinning position, sat high on the blonde fighter’s breasts.

With Yulia, looks could be deceiving, and while she seemed to be in trouble, she was very much still in the fight. As Emma maintained the pin, Yulia’s nails raked at her legs, starting to shred the tops of her stockings as Emma felt the nails fiercely searing her skin. Emma retaliated, a double handful of hair as she started to bounce Yulia’s head on the mat again. Yulia swung her knees now, catching Emma three times in her back as she tried, but failed, to swat the swinging legs away. Then Yulia bridged, almost dislodging Emma who fell forward, landing with her stomach on Yulia’s face, and she cried out in pain immediately as Yulia sunk her teeth in to her around the belly button. Emma tried to get away only to find Yulia’s strong arms circling her body, pulling her in tightly to the biting attack. Another moan of pain from Emma who switched tactics now; instead of looking to distance herself, she dropped more of her weight on to Yulia, looking to smother the Ukrainian fighter with her belly. Now both women were in trouble, but Yulia took the initiative quickly, her strong bear hug like grasp of Emma’s body allowing her to roll her onto her back with surprising ease. The pressure of the smother eased, Yulia was able to catch Emma with a quick knee to the pussy that made Emma cry out in pain. Seeing no need to switch attacking style now, Yulia simply reapplied her belly bite, now forgoing her bear hug grip as she lay on top of Emma, pinning her to the mat.

Now the blonde looked for the crotch claw, trying to add that to the mix as she poured the pressure onto Emma who cried out, increasingly troubled by the combination of attacks. Yulia broke off the biting attack for a moment to tell Emma she was ‘a weak English whore’, then following a hard punch to the belly, she dipped her heads forward again to continue her molar mauling of Emma’s body. Emma gritted her teeth, not wanting to give Yulia any verbal clues as to how much she was hurting her, but it was all pretty evident to Yulia. Still, Emma had one last throw of the dice, attempting to wrap her arms tightly around Yulia’s head and force her face deep into her own body. It may have saved her had Yulia not been able to shake it off quickly and got Emma back under her control with the combined bite and crotch claw, hand now deep inside the front of her lace thong. Emma’s head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut in pain as Yulia effectively tortured her, and in the end, it was Emma who was forced to use her time out by the tough blonde who broke with a little rake of the nails across Emma’s body before heading back to her corner.

‘I will take her panties’ Yulia informed the room in general as she reached her decision on which item of Emma’s catfight outfit she would ask to be removed. And so, both women would face fall three in just their bra and stockings, suspender belt as well in Emma’s case, which required some hasty changing in the corner to remove her thong and reattach the garters of her suspender belt. She looked to be well focussed still on the matter at hand, but then so did Yulia, the two women looking each other up and down with steely glares across the garage ring as they waited to continue their fight.

They didn’t have to wait long, Karen quickly ordering them to start what would be their final engagement in this contest at least. It was Yulia who looked to start quickly, rushing from her corner and trying to take Emma down with a flying drop kick. Emma avoided the worst of it, but it caught enough of her to send her back into the corner she had left literally seconds earlier. Yulia displayed her gymnastic background now to roll gracefully through the move to her feet. There was nothing graceful about her body punching display in the corner though now. No, this was pure brutal power as the muscular blonde set herself and drove a series of hard blows into Emma’s body. Emma blocked frantically with her arms, but each time one landed, the sound of fist on body was instantly followed by a yelp, a groan, some indication of pain from Emma. She knew she couldn’t take too much of that kind of punishment to the body, however tough she was, but she was dropped quickly as Yulia switched to the head, flooring her with a right hand to the jaw. On her butt against the corner post, Emma presented an inviting target from Yulia who placed her foot against Emma’s throat and tried to choke her out. Emma was in what seemed to be a desperate position, but she was a woman who knew plenty of catfight shortcuts, and she found a quick and effective escape with a straight fingered thrust to the pussy. Now Yulia dropped to her backside in front of Emma, both hands instinctively going to her pussy. Emma kicked her hard in the breasts, sending Yulia to the mat on her back and put the match back in her favour.

Emma took the briefest moment and then got to her feet to bury a kick into Yulia’s side, sending the blonde fighter rolling across the mat. As she came to a stop, Yulia was immediately attacked again by Emma who dropped a knee to her side as she lay face down on the mat. Yulia groaned as Emma went to the hair, using it to immediately slam her face to the mat. Confident that she had the blonde fighter stunned, Emma went to the hair, using it to pull her to her feet only to take an elbow to the pit of the stomach from Yulia that stopped her in her tracks. A chopping blow to the underside of the breasts followed, almost freeing Emma’s right breast from her maroon bra. It was a cruel, well delivered blow from Yulia, causing maximum pain from minimum effort, and just like that, Yulia seemed to have turned the tide as Emma reeled away clutching her breast. Yulia looked to press forward and attack again, landing a snap right hand to the jaw that sent Emma against the corner post in Yulia’s corner of the ring. The glee on Toni’s face was written as large as the look of pain on Emma’s as the blonde trapped her in a double breast claw right in front of the Texan who was acting as her second. ‘Make that big ginger bitch suffer Yulia!’ Toni encouraged the blonde who hardly needed any encouragement to keep up her attack as she tried to force a knee between Emma’s legs now in the corner.

Emma steadfastly resisted that, knowing it would be the prelude to a hard knee to the pussy from Yulia as she grabbed two fistfuls of the blonde’s hair as she looked to counter. An attempt to switch Yulia into the corner herself failed and then, the blonde switched to a one-handed claw, the other hand clamping down across Emma’s throat in a choke hold. A dire position for Emma; one that drew some interest from Karen as Emma started to struggle against the choke. Emma wasn’t done though, and she wasn’t above fighting dirty as she raked her fingers across Yulia’s face, setting the blonde on the backfoot as she flinched away and found herself tagged with a hard right hand to the body. Yulia looked to respond with a hard kick to the body of Emma, but Emma caught the foot and sent a kick straight up into the Ukrainian’s woman crotch to send her crumpling to the mat, moaning loudly in pain.

‘Watch this now bitch’ Emma told Toni as she continued ‘because this is exactly how I’m going to finish your sorry ass in our title fight!’

Grabbing Yulia’s legs now, Emma was all business; she spread her legs and delivered the cruellest of knee drops to the pussy. Yulia howled with pain but wasn’t given a second to recover as she was pulled to her feet by her hair before Emma used a waist lock to lift her into a pussy pounding atomic drop to add to the pain burning in the Ukrainian’s crotch now. A simple push to the chest knocked Yulia back to the mat. Now I thought Emma might spread her with a grapevine to add to the punishment. I was wrong though and her strategy was as simple as it was brilliant; under the rules, there was no way that was more guaranteed to force the stoppage than putting your opponent out. Dropping to the mat herself she forced Yulia to a seated position then wrapped her legs tightly around her body from behind. Yulia groaned in pain, her arms immediately reaching for Emma’s legs, Emma took that chance to sink her arms in around her head and neck in a tightly applied sleeper hold, pulling the Ukrainian woman to the mat. ‘No!’ the blonde complained as she felt herself trapped in the perfectly applied hold. Her nails tested Emma’s legs to no avail, hoping to weaken the scissor hold at least; Emma put paid to that as she banged her heels back hard into Yulia’s crotch a couple of times to add to her problems. But her real problem wasn’t the scissor hold, it was the sleeper hold working perfectly in conjunction with it, slowly draining the fight from the tough Ukrainian. ‘Time for a nap bitch!’ Emma sneered in her ear, cranking on the sleeper ever tighter, knowing it was now a matter of time as she felt Yulia starting to fade. Karen saw it too, and she started to pay increasing interest in how the match was going, realising Yulia was in severe trouble. ‘Yulia, do you want to keep fighting?’ she asked the blonde as Emma helpfully chimed in ‘the bitch is done!’

There was no reply from Yulia now, her eyes closed, body starting to go a little limp within Emma’s grasp. Karen checked her arm once, allowing it to drop which it did immediately to the mat, and in an instant, Karen stopped the match, awarding Emma the victory. Hard fought but ultimately comprehensively, she has defeated the Ukrainian once again. Toni entered the ring now to revive her charge for the evening and Emma eyed her with caution, but there was no physical confrontation. It didn’t stop both from looking at each other with animosity, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air in the garage; for tonight though, that was it. Emma and Toni would fight soon enough, and Yulia left but not before demanding a real, no rules fight with Emma in the future. That was Yulia’s game, not doubt about it but Emma accepted that challenge without thought, but first she would need to deal with the tough challenge for Toni for her Smythe title.