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Wild West Challenge Fight

By Wolfboy       

Emma takes part in a real historical re-enactment

Sheldon, Nevada; the wild west! Or at least it used to be the wild west a hundred plus years ago. Now it’s just a wild west theme park, a town that’s no longer really a town anymore. But it’s also a town that has a secret in its past. Not a well-guarded secret; people will tell you about it if you ask them, but the town in its hey day used to host something of a tough girl contest. Women would travel from the surrounding towns, strip down to their under garments, and fight with each other inside a ring of spectators until there was a decisive winner of that year’s tough girl contest. As the west became, well, less wild I guess, the tournament was first pushed underground, and then was forgotten completely as the town slowly became less and less populated until it really wasn’t a town anymore. The traditional wooden buildings remained in place though, around that red dirt high street that had hosted the original contests, and the town underwent the slow transformation to become a wild west theme town.

That was the point that a few fight enthusiasts had spotted the opportunity to try and restart the tough girl contest. For enough money, they were able to hire the theme town of Sheldon for one day; long enough to hold a small tournament. However, what they had found was that the quality of the matches, and indeed the fighting women, was diluted by needing 8 girls to contest the original, single-elimination tournament format. A meeting of the group had brought them to the realisation that they would be better served if they could secure the services of two high class catfighters. They might not get to recreate the tournament fully, but they were more or less guaranteed to get one fight of the quality they desired. That format had worked well in the first year, with a great match between a Canadian and an Argentinian woman that had gone to the full best of 3 submissions distance. For the second year, the group had approached Emma to take part in this year’s match. Out of the Smythe title picture for the time being, Emma had agreed. She needed some strong competition to prepare her for a possible title shot at Toni; we knew that if last year’s match was anything to go by, the town of Sheldon would provide it.

The match would take place at sunrise, in deference to the fierce heat that was likely later in the day. We had been given a set of rules to see if they were acceptable to us; they were just fine Emma decided having given them the once over. No time limit, best of 3 submissions was the first thing on the list. No hold barred was the next entry on the list, guaranteeing it to be the kind of tough match Emma needed in preparation for Toni. Attire was to be lingerie with both women to arrive at the mats in authentic wild west gear, but their fight gear was allowed to be more modern lingerie. There was a two-minute break between falls agreed upon. The fight itself was to take place on the high street of the town; wrestling mats would be laid there but covered lightly in the red dust to give an authentic feel to the fight. Back in the early days of the tournament, the women would fight inside a circle of spectators, leading to a close quarters battle. With no more than 20 spectators present, it was impossible to recreate that with people, but the organisers had a plan for that now. On the previous evening we were shown that the fight area now stood inside what could perhaps be best described as a wooden pen. Fencing surrounded the 16-foot square matted area, with a gate on one side to allow the fighters in. The crowd would be leaning on the top of the two wooden slats, standing at ringside to assure themselves of the best view. The fencing ensured that there was no way out for either woman once the gate was shut; as close to the fiercely fought, close quarters, battled of the old tournament as was possible under the circumstances.

The day of the fight started early, Emma preparing herself for the start at sunrise as she fought her way into the wild west gown she had hired for the occasion. A tight bodice, laced up at the back accentuated Emma’s curves, particularly enhancing the swell of her breasts. The black and aquamarine bodice gave way to a stunning and very voluminous skirt that came to the ankle, just showing a hint of the lace up heeled boots Emma wore beneath it. Auburn hair piled up high on her head in a huge bun that she would release before the fight, make up on point, Emma was ready, looking every inch the wild west glamour girl. Her opponent was an equally statuesque pro wrestler with quite the resume in underground catfighting. I was sure that the brunette and my auburn-haired wife would give the organisers everything that they wanted from this match. Both were powerful, experienced fighters, both had good records with a range of experience in different situations. While there was no direct animosity between the two, there was also a professional and personal pride in each of them. Both would fight hard, and dirty if needed; neither would give up easily.

‘Riverboat’ Roxy Reyes had earned her nickname catfighting for cash prizes on a paddle steamer along the Mississippi river at the start of her career in catfighting. Pro wrestling had become her career path as far as most people were aware, but the sultry brunette still liked to get down and dirty, catfight style, whenever a suitable opportunity arose. One that paid well and also gave her a chance to partake in a catfight with a tough woman of similar size and experience. One that would test her in all the ways she wanted.

Roxy too was up early, preparing herself for the battle beneath the early morning sunshine on the high street of Sheldon. As her manager busied himself with last minute preparation, she too was battling her way into a dress that she had borrowed for the occasion. Similar in style to Emma’s but in a deep burgundy colour with some cream coloured detail on the bodice. She was a busty fighter, admiring the way that the dress enhanced her breasts as her manager tied the back of the bodice tightly for her. Roxy’s brunette hair was also piled up high on top of her head, a mound of loose curls in a style that she wasn’t convinced was authentic ‘wild west’ but she liked nevertheless. And then it was almost time for the fight to begin; two rings on the phone in each room at the hotel to alert Emma and Roxy that it was 15 minutes to sunrise when this years Sheldon tournament would take place. Both fighters had been given rooms in the hotel that now formed part of the theme town, with the group of enthusiasts taking over the entire site for the two-day window of the fight. And now we left the hotel together, making the 400-yard walk to the centre of the high street. An eerie sight if truth be told in the quarter light of dawn, wooden buildings of a different era standing silent, empty. A mountain off in the distance was highlighted with a golden halo as the sun was just about to rise above it.

Emma and Roxy actually walked together now, chatting amiably, almost as if they were two women out for an early morning walk. ‘Nice morning for it’ Roxy smiled in Emma’s direction as Emma replied ‘sure is, it’s going to be a nice morning I think!’

‘For one of us at least’ Roxy replied as they rounded the corner into the high street.

‘Oh, I think we’ll both enjoy it in some ways at least’ Emma replied as both women now caught sight of the pen where they would be battling each other.

‘You’re probably right’ Roxy agreed ‘well, I think I’ll wish you good luck before we get too close Emma. Don’t want them thinking that we actually get along. They’re paying well enough for a bit of animosity’ Roxy laughed quietly.

‘They certainly are’ Emma laughed in reply ‘so we should at least give them the thought that we don’t like each other of course, but good luck to you too Roxy, may the best woman win’ Emma smiled before the two women now approached the pen, the looks on their faces transformed to ones of stony determination as both walked through the gate and onto the dusty mats for the first time. They were joined in the pen by a referee / announcer, incongruously dressed in an old-time law man’s outfit complete with a deputy’s star. The old tournament fights had always been officiated by the town’s sheriff’s department, and while such a thing no longer existed, the uniform was a nice touch. Both ladies stood in their corners now as Roxy’s manager and I started to unlace those gorgeous dresses, preparing to remove them for the match, as the ‘deputy’ began his pre-fight spiel.

‘Gentlemen’ he began, addressing the exclusively male audience ‘welcome to this year’s contesting of the Sheldon tournament, who will be this year’s queen of the wild west?’ he enquired of the crowd.  ‘We have two fine young ladies here, both of who are convinced it will be them. They’ll fight to the finish to provide us with a Sheldon tournament champion. The rules are simple; best of three submissions, anything goes without time limit. A two-minute break between falls and the referee will only intervene if he thinks that one young lady is no longer able to defend herself. Neither fighter may leave the pen or climb on to the pen to assist their attacks. Now folks, shall we meet the two ladies who are here to fight for our enjoyment?’ he asked as the light in the high street continued to brighten; in just a few moments time, the sunlight would hit the mats and the fight would be on. Both ladies looked calm and collected though, eyeing each other coolly across the pen as they waited to fight.

‘Our first lady comes to us from the state of Mississippi. She has fought in catfights, bar fights and pro wrestling. She stands 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighs in today at 177lbs and measures 38D-27-40. She is 38 years old and is fighting today in burgundy lingerie; with a catfight record of 39 wins and 11 losses. Gentlemen, this is ‘Riverboat’ Roxy Reyes.’ The ring siders applauded her, the sound reverberating off the empty buildings there as Roxy stepped out of her gorgeous dress to reveal her lingerie for the fight. A burgundy half cup bra, pushing her breasts up and together along with a matching thong and suspender belt which held up nude silk stockings. As she bent to unlace her ankle boots, kicking both off in turn, her legs rippled with power; she was a fit, athletic woman who would test Emma for sure I thought.

‘And our second lady has travelled all the way from England. She has fought in catfights around the world and is a multi-time former Smythe catfighting champion. She stands 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs in today at 170lbs and measures 40E-28-38. She is 37 years old and comes to us with a catfight record of 50 wins and 17 losses and she will fight today in aquamarine lingerie. Gentlemen, this is Emma Baines.’ Again, polite applause from the small gathering reverberated around the high street, while Emma stepped out her own spectacular dress to reveal that aquamarine lingerie, identical in style to Roxy’s in every way. As Emma lifted her feet to the lower barrier of the fence around the pen to remove her ankle boots now, there was a buzz around that pen that was far above what might have been expected for such a small crowd. The sun was finally up, the golden glow of the early morning light was bathing the mats and both competitors who stood ready to fight.

Now the ‘deputy’ called both women to the centre of the mats. They stood face to face, breasts touching each other as he asked them ‘do you both understand the rules?’ Emma and Roxy both needed their agreement to that question. ‘Emma, are you here to fight?’ he asked now as Emma matter of factly replied ‘Yes I am.’ Now he turned his attention to Roxy, asking her the same question ‘are you here to fight?’ getting the reply ‘I sure am sir’ from the brunette as he instructed both women back to their corners. Now each released their hair from their carefully arranged styles; Emma’s lightly wavy auburn hair falling loosely around her shoulders to the middle of her back. Roxy had naturally curvier hair which she had straightened slightly to allow it to fall, to a similar length in a loosely curled style. The preliminaries were done, the women were ready and as the sun lit the clock face on the old saloon bar, the deputy called out ‘seconds out, fight!’

Neither woman needed any further encouragement to get started now, they’d waited more than long enough and both were immediately stuck in to the others hair, both hands used to rag the other woman’s head around. Neither looked to give an inch though in this opening exchange before Roxy surprised Emma with a knee to the body, converting it quickly to a throw across her hip and to the dusty mat. Emma scrambled clear quickly, knowing that on the mat at the feet of her opponent wasn’t the place to be. Already a light covering of the deep red dust covered Emma’s body where she had landed on the mat. Roxy stalked after her once more now and quickly both were back in each other’s long hair, moaning a little as they felt the burning sensation in their scalps. Again, Roxy shot a knee at Emma’s body, but this time, Emma was prepared for it, trapping the leg against her body and giving Roxy a couple of short punches to the belly before tripping her to the mat. Roxy rolled clear of Emma’s attempted kick at her, and as she regained her feet, both women now had their bodies covered lightly in the dust.

Now, both eyed each other for a moment, both having felt a first taste of what the other was capable of. They sparred, jabbing at each other a little warily for a brief moment as each weighed up their next move. Then they were back into the hair but this time, Roxy, lowering her shoulders a little, was able to force Emma back to the corner of the pen, her back against the wooden fence. The brunette opened up on her a little now, a couple of wide, hard, punches to the body that Emma tried to block only to find herself rocked with a short headbutt to the face that surprised her. Trying to regather her senses from that, Emma raised her arms in defence, giving Roxy chance to work her body once more with two sharp punches before throwing Emma to the mat by her hair. The brunette wrestler/catfighter continued to enjoy the better of things early on, trapping Emma as she rose in a front headlock. Now Roxy looked to pump a knee lift up into Emma’s body which landed, but again, Emma trapped her leg against her body and kicked at Roxy’s standing foot, the two of them falling to the mat untidily. Roxy held on to the headlock as they fell to the mat while Emma landed on top of her, able to deny the American brunette the chance to scissor her and it was Emma that landed the first really telling blow with a right hand to the ribs. Roxy groaned as she felt Emma’s knuckles testing her body once more, but she hung on, working the headlock and grabbing Emma’s hair to pull hard on it.

Now Emma moaned as well, feeling Roxy work her, and she tried to fire in another punch to the body in retaliation as the two fighters tangled on the mat. Now Roxy tried to roll Emma to her side, her grip of auburn hair alongside the headlock a powerful persuading factor as she slowly edged Emma off her and to her side on the mat, wrapping those rippling, powerful thighs around Emma’s body. She locked her silk-stocking clad ankles now, and looked to squeeze her hard. Immediately, Emma let out a load groan of pain, ‘Jesus!’ she yelled as she felt Roxy bring her legs to bear on her for the first time. She started to hammer fists quickly into the brunette’s body, determined to get clear quickly of the pythons that seemed to be crushing her body so early in the contest. Emma clapped a flat handed slap down on Roxy’s right breast, the half cup bra doing little to protect her from the blow as she gritted her teeth, trying to hold on to the scissor hold as Emma got her nails into her right breast now, drawing a little shriek of pain from the brunette wrestler. It was early in the fight, but already there was an intensity to it as two tough women tried to impose their will on each other. Roxy used her thighs to great effect, drawing another pained groan from Emma each time she tensed them. But Emma’s slap, grab and maul technique on Roxy’s breast was drawing equal success it seemed, neither woman giving an inch.

Emma switched her tactic now, both hands pushing down on Roxy’s stomach as she clawed her around the waistband of her thong to finally weaken the grip of her crushing scissor hold. Timing it right now, Emma sprung clear of the scissor hold, diving for a headlock as Roxy twisted into a face down position on the mat. It seemed a shrewd move by Emma but Roxy quickly showed her wrestling skill to sneak out of the hold and trap Emma face down on the mat in a hammerlock instead. It was probably unwise for Emma to try and match wrestling skills with the pro wrestler and she paid the price for it as Roxy dropped a knee in her lower back before using her hair to pull her head painfully clear of the mat. Roxy wasn’t looking to wrestle either though, and she released the hammerlock to slap Emma’s face before she looked to pull her from the mat. Now Emma showed that she was no slouch in the reversals department either, though her method was somewhat simpler, nailing Roxy with a hard belly punch as she stood over her. That took the wind out of the brunette’s sails for a moment, and Emma upped the ante with a thrusting blow to the underside of her breasts to keep her off balance and gain the space to get back to her feet.

There was a brief period of evaluation for both women, Roxy adjusting her bra so that it just about contained her breasts fully, then both were straight back into it. Hair was grabbed, bodies slapped, both women tried to shoot knees into each other’s bodies as they tangled once more to try and find an advantage in this first part of the fight. Judging from the looks on faces around the edge of the pen, the small crowd were getting everything that they wanted from the action so far. Both women were fully into the tussle too, Roxy landed a slap to the face that rocked Emma but the brunette left herself undefended to Emma’s snap front kick to the pit of the stomach that folded her up. Straight on to a hard knee lift to the breasts from Emma too which dropped Roxy onto her back, giving Emma chance to strike. She took that with two hard kicks to the brunette’s body and then she spread her legs, cruelly delivering a knee drop to the pussy that set Roxy howling in pain down on the mat. There wasn’t a lot of time for her to recover from that as Emma grabbed her left leg to plant two knee drops into the back of her thigh, perhaps looking to take those strong legs out of the fight before she dragged Roxy to her feet quickly. An Irish Whip of sorts followed, Roxy finding the wooden pen to be more solid than she would have liked as her back crashed into it, and winded, she leaned back on the fence as Emma came in cautiously.

Brushing aside a kick from Roxy, Emma slapped her face hard before sinking in some meaty looking body shots, treating the crowd on that side of the pen to a real close up view of the action. A right hand to the jaw landed, sending Roxy reeling more towards her own corner of the pen where Emma went after the body once more, lighting up the brunette with powerful punches. Roxy groaned, looked to clinch with Emma, only for the auburn-haired fighter to brush her arms aside and stun her once more with a short right hand to the jaw. Roxy sagged back against the corner of the pen now, and Emma planted a foot in her belly, monkey flipping the surprised brunette to the centre of the mat. Roxy’s view of the early morning sky as she careered into the centre of the pen was quickly blocked out by Emma who landed on her in a full body splash, crushing the air from her body. Now, Emma moved quickly, shifting her position in to a schoolgirl pin, inching closer and closer to a face sit as she looked to end the first fall in her favour. A hand wrapped tightly in Roxy’s curly brunette hair helped Emma to control the feisty wrestler who swung her legs up to try and pull Emma off her. Emma ducked forward as she shrugged off the attempt to dislodge her, and now she used that handful of hair to pull Roxy into a tight pussy smother.

Now Roxy bridged, looking to try and dislodge Emma without success. Knees followed, Roxy swinging those long, powerful legs up so that they caught Emma in the back. Emma moaned as they hit her, but she hung on grimly, the tight grip of Roxy’s curls making it impossible for the brunette to escape the smother. In the end, Emma didn’t even have to ask her to submit, a frantic tap on the thighs signalling Roxy’s submission as the first fall of the contest came to a surprisingly swift end. Still, the crowd seemed to be enjoying what they were watching so far, admiring Emma’s ruthlessness in going for the quick submission. ‘Great work!’ I told her as she came to the corner ‘you really worked her over quickly there, didn’t expect a fast submission like that!’ I said.

‘Neither did I’ Emma admitted as I worked on her in the corner ‘but a face full of pussy will change a girl’s mind about submitting really quick sometimes’ she smiled.

‘I guess you’re right’ I admitted ‘but be wary of her still Em. She’s often a slow starter in the fights I’ve seen her in. Don’t be surprised if she comes on stronger now’ I told her.

The deputy checked in with both girls that they still wanted to fight after that first fall and both were very much in agreement that they did. ‘Then let’s fight!’ he instructed both women as they got straight back into the action with an exchange of punches at long range, a few landing from both. There was nothing telling though until Roxy managed to snare the top of Emma’s head, gripping her auburn hair and pulling her onto two sharp uppercuts to the face, sending her reeling to the wall of the pen. Her wits still about her though, Emma fended off Roxy’s attempts to follow in, stopping her with a front kick, before she was able to get off the side of the pen, heading back towards the centre of the mats. Again, the two women jousted for position, for an opening, and both had their moments landing some heavy-handed blows. Emma clipped Roxy’s jaw with a quick left hand as the brunette strayed into range and it was Roxy’s turn to defend with her back against the wooden slats of the pen for a moment. Emma threw some hard shots at the brunette in that moment, perhaps thinking she might go a long way to finishing things right there. Roxy took the punches though, her experience in bar room fights on the riverboat serving her well as she blocked and dodged, waiting for Emma to tire. When she felt it, she grabbed Emma by the hair to roughly switch position, throwing Emma’s back against the wooden slats hard.

Now Emma had to defend suddenly as Roxy started to work to the body with right hands. She mixed up her attacks cleverly too, slapping Emma’s face when her defences dropped, working to the breasts and body when Emma defended high, as the brunette started to slowly break down the auburn-haired fighter. Emma groaned as she felt a right hand land hard in her belly, and she reacted to pull Roxy into a clinch now, trying to stop the flow of the action against her. A good move I thought, but Roxy was all attack at the moment, surprising Emma with a short headbutt to the face. With Emma a little startled by that, Roxy threw her across the mat in a kind of belly to belly throw, and Emma skidded to a halt, covered in a little more of the red dust of the high street. She moved quickly, trying to not get caught on the mat, but she rose into a running knee to the side, knocking her to the mat immediately again. Emma lunged for a leg now, locking her arms around Roxy’s right leg as she closed in on her once more, and that saw her trapped in a tight front headlock quickly by the brunette wrestler who didn’t turn down the opening inadvertently offered to her by Emma.

Now trapped on her knees, Emma released Roxy’s leg and threw a couple of punches into her thigh, but releasing the leg proved to be something of an error as Roxy quickly forced her into a more upright position as she pulled on the headlock a little more. With Emma forced into a more stressed position, Roxy struck with a knee to the chest now, hitting hard and knocking Emma right back to the mat. She was a little winded too, rolling on to her belly for a brief moment which allowed Roxy to deliver a crushing leg drop around the back of the head. Down on the mat now, Roxy reapplied the front headlock to control Emma as she started to try and look to wear my wife down in the second fall. Her arm quickly slipped in deeper too, the move becoming as much a choke as a headlock, and sensing it, Emma started to look for her way out. Roxy didn’t make it easy for her though, stretching out to her full height as she lay flat on the mat, giving Emma very little target to counter attack. A rough grab at the hair was briefly successful for Emma but Roxy was quick enough to shake that off, rising briefly to her knees before dropping back flat to tighten the hold, further punishing Emma. The brunette was using the headlock/choke perfectly now; she recognised the hold for what it was, something that she could use to wear Emma out rather than a move to beat her with. As such, she gave Emma just enough chance to fight the hold, knowing that those extra efforts would keep tiring her out.

Emma struggled to her knees now, looking to power out of the hold it seemed, but she was thwarted quickly as Roxy rose slightly with her before , catching her with a sharp punch to the body, she dropped again to lie flat on the mat, taking Emma back down with her. The pattern continued, Emma looking to fight out, sometimes landing a punch or two of her own while Roxy controlled the action, always finding something to take Emma back to the mat under her control.  On one occasion, Roxy anchored her long nails firmly into Emma’s shoulder as she took Emma, moaning in sudden pain, back to the mat, back under control. Now Emma was labouring in the hold, a long way off submitting, but feeling the increasing effects of the tightly applied hold that she’d been trapped in for some while now. Roxy though that it was time to up the ante now, reaching to unclasp the back of Emma’s aquamarine bra, before she slowly forced her to her feet. The bra still hung vaguely in place as she took a knee to the body, then Roxy, turning the headlock loose, quickly lifted Emma into a hard body slam at the centre of the pen. Emma’s hips rose from the mat as she tried to ease the pain of the impact; Roxy kicked her hard in the ribs, knocking her back flat on the mat before she continued her attack with an elbow drop across Emma’s still barely covered breasts.

Emma’s brief moan of pain turned into one of frustration as, this time lying on her back, she was again caught in the arms of the strong brunette as she gleefully wrapped them around her head again. Emma bridged as Roxy reached to claw her stomach now, drawing another sound of protest from Emma as she continued to work her over in this second fall. Again, the headlock quickly slipped into becoming a choke, wearing Emma down as Roxy wore the satisfied look of a woman currently in control of the fight. She used her powerful grasp now to force Emma into more a half-seated position, the move becoming more of a dragon sleeper suddenly, and Emma tried to pull at the strong arms that kept her very well contained at the moment. Roxy looked to get her legs around Emma, knowing that their power could really test Emma, but Emma defended well against that to frustrate Roxy. Ignoring that frustration, Roxy brought Emma to her feet in the hold, grabbing her hair and using it throw Emma across the mat into the corner of the pen. Roxy closed in on her confidently only to be surprised as Emma thudded a fist into her belly, stopping her dead, from her knees now, Emma struck again, knuckles hitting home and causing the brunette to groan in pain. She continued the fight back too, getting to her feet and slapping the brunette across the face to send her reeling into the corner of the pen.

Emma took that chance to start lighting Roxy’s body up with a series of stinging body punches, interspersing an occasional slap and nail drag into her attacks. Roxy defended as best she could, but Emma was getting through there in the corner as the crowd enjoyed another close up of the action. The attack was suddenly stopped dead though, as Roxy retaliated with a flash of fingers and nails across the eyes, and Emma suddenly reached to rub at her eyes. Roxy grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her into a knee to the pit of the belly before she used the grip to turn Emma into the corner of the pen, draping her arms on the top slats of the wooden structure. Finally, Roxy removed Emma’s bra now, handing it to a lucky spectator before she used a slap and nail drag of her own, down into Emma’s right breast. ‘Shit!’ Emma cried out as she felt the nails sear her skin before Roxy landed a hard fist to the stomach now. Using the hair, Roxy drew Emma onto a knee lift to the body and as Emma dropped to a knee in the corner, she was in big trouble in fall two. Roxy took the front headlock / choke once more to keep Emma on her knees, then she started to rain knees into the auburn-haired fighter’s body, quickly starting to drain her of energy. That was crucial for Roxy as the looked to break Emma down. Sensing after a fourth knee that Emma was starting to feel the pace, Roxy broke her headlock, wrapping her left hand tightly in the top of her hair before she roughly paint brushed Emma’s face with her right hand. Emma took it, staying on her knees before Roxy cracked a second harsh backhand off her mouth to send her to the mat in the corner. A kick to the body followed before Roxy got her stockinged foot on to the side of Emma’s face, grinding it into the mat for a moment as she used the top slat of the pen for added leverage and balance. Another kick to the body followed as Emma, still grounded in the corner soaked up the punishment for now. The brunette continued to attack, back to the hair to force Emma to her feet and, taking a punch to the stomach as she did, so threw Emma back into the corner of the pen. Crouching, she sunk a right hook into Emma’s side and giving Emma no time to react to that, she took a handful of auburn hair to lead her from the corner and into a crunching bearhug. Now Emma screamed in pain as the strong arms of Roxy punished her momentarily, but it was aimed at setting her up for a pussy pounding atomic drop, drawing a cry of pain from Emma. Frozen in place for just a moment, she fell victim to an impressive standing drop kick from Roxy which sent her sprawling towards the edge of the mats once more.

Topless and in big trouble, Emma had little chance to defend herself as Roxy quickly got in her hair forcing her towards the bottom slat of the pen. Positioning her cleverly now, neck on the top of the slat, it was simply a case of Roxy placing a foot on the other side of the neck to use the pen as a powerful ally in the choke that immediately had Emma in serious trouble. A few seconds later, she realised that there was no way out and she yelled out ‘I submit!’ forcing the break as Roxy recovered to bring the score to one submission each in the fight. Roxy broke quickly, heading back to her corner while Emma took just a moment to recuperate on her hands and knees before she too came back to our corner. There was just the faintest smudge of blood at the corner of Emma’s mouth where Roxy had backhanded her across it. ‘It’s nothing’ Emma assured me as she dabbed at it with a towel in the corner. ‘Last fall’ I reminded her, ‘this is winner takes all now, so you need to be sharp at the start of it, see if you can get her back under control.’

‘I’m going to what I can Steve’ she told me, ‘I’ll give it my best shot’ was her parting shot as the two women prepared for the start of the deciding fall now. Once more, the ‘deputy’ checked that both women were prepared to go once more, and receiving positive responses from each, he instructed ‘lets fight!’ and the final part of the match was underway. Slowly too; both women looking a little cautiously for openings as both tested the other’s defences.

It was clear to everyone there at the side of the pen that both women respected the other’s ability now. There was no doubt each knew the other had the ability to hurt the other. But both also looked more aggressively for those openings after the first few moments now as well, the sound of hand on skin echoing off the empty buildings in the main street which was now bathed in the golden light of the early morning sun. Both women were landing freely now, slaps to the arms, the bodies, and even to the face as they warmed to the task of finishing the match in their favour. There as no ground given either as both women stood toe to toe in the centre of the pen, looking to put the hurt on the other woman. Emma shot in a crafty uppercut to the underside of Roxy’s right breast, sending it free of her half cup bra now, but the brunette was able to grab Emma’s auburn hair to send her reeling to the side of the pen following a stiff uppercut of her own, to the face. Now Roxy went after Emma against the wooden slats of the pen for a moment, swinging wild, hard punches to the body, but sensing Emma was blocking those easily enough, she went back t a handful of auburn hair. Using that grip, she pulled Emma into a headlock, and quickly flipped her up and over her hip to send her crashing to the mat, under control it seemed in a tight side headlock.

The red dust covering of the mats stuck to both women as the sweat mixed with it and for the time being, Roxy stuck to Emma tightly too, the headlock giving her control as she rode her body across Emma. Her dominance was short lived though as Emma was able to use a handful of her curly brunette hair and her own flexibility to force Roxy into a side head scissors down on the mat. Immediately, Roxy groaned as she felt the power coursing through Emma’s thighs, but there was also an immediate counter attempted as Roxy tried to twist her body and force her way to her knees. Emma stopped that with a sharp punch into Roxy’s body and as the brunette dropped back to her side on the mat, her right breast, free of her bra, was presented as a target for Emma. She grabbed that target with bad intentions, immediately using a nipple pinch and maul as she stretched the breast away from Roxy’s body cruelly. The brunette’s protests of the move were clear to hear for everyone in attendance. Roxy was a tough girl though and she showed no interest in giving up as the deputy asked her if she wanted to. Instead, she gritted her teeth, took the pain and started to work her body back to her knees once again, crying out in pain as Emma now took the chance to work on that breast once more. In response though, the brunette was trying to get her fingers inside Emma’s thong it seemed, causing Emma to cry out in pain as she felt her womanhood probed by the tough brunette suddenly. In fact, that turned out the be something of a diversionary tactic from Roxy who surprised Emma by throwing a left hand full of the dust covering the mats at Emma’s face, temporarily blinding her at least.

‘You fucking bitch!’ Emma cried out as she broke her hold, rubbing furiously at her eyes now, trying to recover her vision quickly as she knew that Roxy would be looking to follow up. It wasn’t an illegal move though under the no holds barred format; there was no admonishment from the deputy in charge of the action as Roxy got to her feet and went on the attack, burying a kick into Emma’s ribs to send her rolling across the mat. Roxy looked confident as she strode across the mat towards Emma who made it to all fours before landing a punch to Roxy’s belly; the brunette quelled that resistance with an elbow around the back of the head to drop her back to the mat. Now Roxy knelt beside Emma, using a handful of hair to lift her face from the mat before slamming it back down to ensure she was dazed. Then the brunette forced Emma to her feet looking to lift her and body slam her, but Emma countered, resisting the lift before slamming a knee into the body of the brunette to drop her to a knee. Emma reared back now, before crashing a right hand into her jaw to knock her flat to the mat.

That brough Emma a little bit of time to rub at her eyes, blinking them furiously as she started to clear her vision some more. Then she headed towards Roxy looking to continue her attack only to be shocked as Roxy caught her with a straight punch to the crotch. Emma groaned in pain, dropping to her knees as she clutched at her womanhood, feeling the effects of Roxy’s well-placed low blow. Just like that, it was the brunette back on top as she used a handful of Emma’s hair to slam her face into the dusty mat before getting to her feet and backing up to the edge of the pen before delivering a flying leg drop across the back of Emma’s head. With Emma still face down, Roxy grabbed the hair once again to lift Emma’s head from the mat slightly, allowing her to snake her legs tightly around her neck in a dangerous choking scissor hold. Emma grasped the gravity of the situation quickly, grabbing and pulling at Roxy’s stockinged feet, trying to pry them apart. Roxy replied with a vicious nail rake across Emma’s back before pulling her thong into a high wedgie, exposing Emma’s butt cheeks to some more vicious nail work.

Emma howled in pain, the sound cut a little short by another squeeze of Roxy’s legs around her neck and it now looked like Roxy perhaps had her number. Never rule out a resourceful catfighter in any match though as Emma this time simply sunk her nails into both of Roxy’s calves, shredding her stockings as she tore at her legs there on the mat. From a position of confidence only moments earlier, Roxy was now desperate to get some distance between her and Emma’s sharp nails, looking to scramble away only to find Emma able to maintain her grasp. Roxy floundered as Emma pulled hard on her legs, sending her sprawling to the mat belly first where Emma was able to fold her legs into a figure four before sitting on her feet to hold the move in place. With control, Emma returned the favour with a double handed nail rake, dragging them hard across Roxy’s skin as the brunette cried out in pain. Reaching her bra strap, Emma paused her nail rake, continuing it only after she had unfastened the garment, drawing a shriek of protest the as she nails went all the way to the waistband of Roxy’s burgundy thong. Grabbing that waistband, she quickly returned the favour of the wedgie too before she grabbed the brunette’s curly hair, using it to pull her face away from the mats before leaving her dazed with a cuffing right hand around the back of the head. As Emma released the figure four now, she looked to be in control, using a grip of the hair to walk Roxy, on all fours, back to the corner of the pen.

As the burgundy bra hung loosely on Roxy’s body thanks to Emma unfastening it, Emma was at her cruel best now, delivering a nasty soccer kick to the stomach of the brunette pro wrestler as she was on all fours on the mat. Roxy dropped to her back now, and as she gasped for breath, I felt that Emma quite possibly had her number right now, looking in control of the fight as she stood over her downed opponent. Emma wasn’t going to stop either as she immediately used the hair to bring Roxy back to all fours. There, Emma drove a knee cruelly into the side of the brunette’s head to send her to the mat, in a daze, there in the corner of the pen.

Emma took a leaf out of Roxy’s own book now, leaning back as she used the top slat of the pen for leverage, pushing a foot into the back of Roxy’s head, forcing her face into the bottom slat. The wooden slats were as unforgiving as Emma was, Roxy’s cries of pain as her face was pressed harshly into the wood showing that before Emma upped the ante once again with a kick to the upper back. Keeping up her attack, Emma went to the hair, using it to roughly force Roxy to her feet as she delivered a sharp uppercut to the underside of her right breast. Stripping the brunette of her bra with a flourish, Emma leaned into her now, knee planted firmly in her crotch while she closed both hands over Riverboat Roxy’s D cup breasts, nails digging in as the two women’s bodies were crushed together in the corner. Roxy was in trouble, immediately yelling out in pain but her hands went to Emma’s hair rather than defending her tortured breasts, and she drew of moan of pain from Emma as she wrenched her head back. Emma spotted Roxy baring her teeth too now, perhaps looking to lean in and bite Emma’s shoulder, but as she looked to dip her head forward, Emma nailed her with an elbow to the jaw, sending her sagging back against the slats of the pen.

The sun was fully up now, the pen lit brightly for the finale of a match that had begun in the half light of dawn. Once again, Emma went to the body, knowing she had Roxy reeling even before she landed two very well-placed body shots that seemed to sap the fight from the brunette. Emma dragged her to centre ring now by her hair before lifting the 177lb wrestler to slam her across her knee in a vicious and painful backbreaker. Immediately, Emma pushed her from her knee with disdain, letting the brunette fall to the mat clutching at her lower back; Emma followed her down almost immediately to drop an elbow across that lower back too, continuing to soften Roxy up. Placing both hands on Roxy’s back as she knelt, Emma lifted her body into a semi handstand position before swinging back down to slam her knee hard into the brunette’s lower back, drawing a loud gasp of pain from Roxy. Emma moved in again quickly now, confident that she could put Roxy away as she eased the brunette’s thing towards her knees before taking the single leg boston crab to torque her pained back. That was only a part of Emma’s plan of course; she quickly clamped on a crotch claw to compliment the crab and bring more pain to Roxy as she sat back further to stretch the tough brunette to the limit. Cries of pain suggested that Roxy was immediately in trouble as she tried to claw her way to the edge of the pen, perhaps hoping to use it for leverage and force an unlikely escape. Emma was wise to her idea though and she sat deeper, arresting her progress and grinding her into the mat as she did so. Her fingers worked her opponent’s pussy mercilessly too, causing Roxy to cry out in pain. Frustration too as she knew she was trapped now by Emma who told her ‘give it up Roxy, I’ve got you!’ as the deputy checked in with the brunette.

Roxy struggled mightily, trying to fight out, trying to resist the pain, but she was trapped and she knew it. Her resistance was broken as she admitted her defeat, telling the deputy ‘fuck! Yes, I submit!’ to give Emma the victory. Emma stood now, foot placed lightly on the bare breasts of Roxy, a victory pose of sorts as the deputy announced ‘gentlemen, our winner, our queen of the wild west for this year is Emma by 2 submission to 1’ he told the crowd who responded with polite applause for Emma. After her victory pose, Emma helped Roxy to her feet, allowing the brunette to adjust her thong before he hugged her and the two topless fighting ladies led the way back to the hotel. It had been a hell of a fight, but it was Emma who had ended the morning as the Queen of the Wild West!