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Emma meets The Punisher

By Wolfboy

Emma’s planned mixed fight doesn’t quite turn out as she expects

Emma’s next match was scheduled to be her first foray into the world of one on one, mixed fighting as Staci Goulding had set up a match for Emma at the same fight club where we had seen Staci fight for the first time. Emma’s match was going to be the main supporting contest for Staci’s tilt at the UK Fight Club Championship against the long-time title holder, Kathryn Bridge. Emma was excited enough to be in action against a male opponent that she intended to make short work of before settling down to watch Staci in action. We arrived at the club though to find Staci looking a little crestfallen as she told Emma her opponent had no-showed and that the best she could do at short notice was a match with a woman known as ‘The Punisher’.

‘I don’t know much about her’ Staci told us ‘but she’s the best that we could get at such short notice for you. Will you still fight her?’ Staci asked Emma.

‘Sure’ Emma agreed ‘I’m here to fight. I’m disappointed that I don’t get to beat up some weak man, but The Punisher will have to do for now. And I’ll be the one doing the punishing here!’ she told Staci.

‘Great’ Staci smiled, ‘and who knows, if you’ve had a female fight in the club then you become eligible for a title match, so if I win tonight, maybe we’ll get to fight bitch versus bitch!’

‘Maybe we could’ Emma mused as she went into her changing room to prepare for the match; facing an unknown opponent in an unusual environment was fraught with danger. That said, Emma was a fighter with plenty of experience and she could be relied on to overcome most challenges on the mats. Tonight, she would be going it alone too; there were no seconds allowed in fight club matches, so I kissed Emma to wish her good luck and left her to it as I headed for my seat in the club. Taking in the sights of the club once more, I couldn’t help but thinking if Staci had maybe managed to plan the whole thing this way? She was known for fighting bigger, tough women; Emma clearly fit that bill pretty well. Putting that thought to one side, I got to enjoy the opening contest of the evening on the mats. Two solidly built 19-year olds were fighting it out in a closely fought match that finished just inside the time limit as the black girl sat squarely on the blonde’s face and smothered her out for the win.

There was a short break in the action at that point, allowing the members of the audience to freshen their drinks so that they were ready to take in the next match; Emma versus The Punisher. We knew little about this woman that Emma would be fighting now. Staci had been able to offer us little to no information, so under the slightly different rules of the fight club, Emma was going to have to work this one out as she went along. As the room started to fill up a little, the announcer stepped back down on to the slightly sunken mats at the centre of the main room, joined by the strict looking female referee we had seen on our last visit to this club.

The ring announcer started to set the scene for the fight now as she began ‘ladies and gentlemen, this is a special challenge match with no time limit and no holds barred to be fought over the best of 5 submissions or 20 second knockouts. A total submission of the match can be won at any time and the 2-minute unbroken face sit rule is in place and will lead to an automatic submission.’ Now the announcer paused for a moment to check that everything was ready before he picked up again, ‘our first fighter this evening is making her UK Fight Club debut, but she is no stranger to professional catfighting. As a multiple time, former Smythe catfight champion and world-renowned fighter, she has battled in all the corners of the world. Standing 5 feet 10 inches tall, at 169lbs and measuring 40E-28-38, she has a catfighting record of 51 wins and 17 losses, this is Emma Baines!’ Emma made her way into the room, short kimono above her knee just hiding her chosen fight attire. Unusually for me, I wasn’t actually aware of what that attire was, and would find out along with the rest of the crowd who applauded Emma politely as she stepped down the small step on to the mats, ready to fight. From a distance, I could tell that she had her game face on now; she might well need it against the unknown challenge of The Punisher.

‘And now her opponent’ the ring announcer continued ‘is also making her fight club debut this evening, but she too is no stranger to the world of professional catfighting. Standing 5 feet 8 inches tall, weighing 174lbs and measuring 40D-27-40, she is 25 years old with a record of 16 wins and just 1 defeat. She is The Punisher, Chelsea Goulding!’ Now as Emma quickly processed the fact that Chelsea shared a surname with Staci who had claimed to know nothing of ‘The Punisher’, the young and clearly quite powerful fighter entered the room, heading quickly to the mats. Shorter than Emma, she was a bodybuilder with a pair of nicely enhanced breasts that were currently hidden by a very tight sleeveless T-shirt. Stopping only to flex her impressive biceps for the crowd, The Punisher stepped down on to the mats now, eyeballing Emma hungrily as she stood opposite her. Now the referee quickly called them to order, bringing them in for final instructions. ‘You both understand the rules don’t you ladies?’ she asked, receiving positive replies from both. ‘Then get yourselves stripped down and get ready to fight on my instruction’ she told them both as they turned and headed for their own corners of the mats.

Chelsea had her hair piled up on the top of her head, but now took out the clips holding it in place, shaking it out as the naturally curly, jet-black hair fell loosely to the middle of her back. She peeled of the skin tight T-shirt to reveal she fought topless and was wearing the skimpiest of black G-strings. Emma removed her silk kimono now as well, showing that she too had decided to fight topless. Her auburn hair also cascaded loosely around her shoulders, as she stretched lightly, now just wearing a tiger print, tie-side, bikini bottom. An intriguing clash; one that seemed to also have a mysterious undertone to it as it seemed Chelsea was surely related to Staci in some way. That would wait for now though, it was fight time and Emma opened up well, jabbing Chelsea in the chest and slapping her face before both women were in the other’s hair. Now the younger woman’s power came to play for the first time; both women had a good grip of the other’s hair but it was Chelsea who started to walk Emma backwards. Slowly at first, but as she tightened her grip and forced Emma’s head back more, she was able to force her back at increasing speed until Emma’s heel caught the step at the edge of the mat and she landed in a seated position on the top of the step. There was no break of course, Chelsea catching Emma with a thrust to the throat before wrapping her arms around Emma’s head, using a good grip of the hair to force her face into what was best described perhaps as a belly smother.

It was a short-lived move, Emma going low with a crotch shot almost immediately to surprise Chelsea and now, from her seated position, Emma used a push to The Punisher’s breasts to knock her back to the mat. Emma burst into action now, catching Chelsea with a kick to the breasts as she was on all fours and then she brought the powerful fighter back to her feet with a handful of her curly jet-black hair, using it to throw her towards the centre of the mats. Emma looked to repeat the kick to the breasts now, but Chelsea evidently learned quickly enough and grabbed Emma’s foot before swinging round to use her own legs to scythe Emma’s other leg out from under her and send her to the mat. Emma let out a cry of pain now as Chelsea kept hold of her foot, wrenching it in a painful ankle lock as she scissored the leg between her muscular thighs to make sure Emma stayed grounded. Another cry of pain from Emma as Chelsea increased the pressure on her ankle, living up to her Punisher nickname, and Emma’s hands went to her head in anguish at the early trouble she was in.

‘Give up?’ Chelsea asked simply but she got no joy out of Emma who just moaned in pain before she started to flail her other leg back, catching Chelsea in the breasts and then the face with her foot, and she was able to force a break. She rose a little gingerly on her ankle though, straight into a front headlock from Chelsea before a clubbing forearm sent her to her knees. There, two quickfire knee strikes, straight between the breasts, put Emma right on her back in the centre of the mats, staring up at the lights as Chelsea crushed her with a big full body splash. She didn’t stay down on top of Emma though, instead using her auburn hair to force her to her feet where she locked on a double breast claw, fingers sinking deep into Emma’s sensitive breasts as she looked to punish my wife. Emma felt compelled to respond in kind, sinking into Chelsea’s firm breasts in return, but she was quickly cut off by a short headbutt to the face before Chelsea used her breast grip to throw her back to the mat. A torrid opening for Emma it was fair to say, and Chelsea wasn’t looking to let up on her yet, rushing in to catch her with a knee to the side of the breasts as she tried to rise. That knocked her back down on the mat where Chelsea was quick to grab hair, forcing Emma to her feet before lifting and body slamming her with authority.

The powerful Punisher showed she had a mean, nasty streak about her too now, forcing Emma to scrabble across the mats as she dragged her with one hand wrapped deep in her hair. Emma screeched as she felt the hair being pulled from her scalp as Chelsea used it to drag her 169lb frame around. The jet haired amazon stopped that abruptly though as she released the hair, and slapped the taste clean out of Emma’s mouth with a stinging blow, the sound of which echoed around the room. Emma dropped to her side on the mat as Chelsea asked the ref ‘count her please’, and the referee started to toll off an even paced count, stopping at 12 as Emma reached her knees and was trapped straight away in a front headlock. A mistake from Chelsea it turned out as Emma struck hard with an uppercut to the crotch, sending the bodybuilder crashing to the mat, groaning in pain from the cruel blow.

‘Muscles not helping you much with that are they bitch?’ Emma mocked before diving in with an elbow drop, the point of her elbow connecting perfectly to the jaw to daze The Punisher there on the mat, and now it was Emma with a chance to control the action. She did so by getting to her feet before she delivered a crushing leg drop across the breasts now, her thick thighs challenging the firmness of Chelsea’s enhanced breasts. Then a cruel rake of the eyes, followed by Emma riding her forearm nastily across Chelsea’s face as she switched positions, capturing her in a grapevine down on the mats. That was quite a battle, Emma having to fight for every inch she was able to spread the jet haired fighter’s legs given her powerful build, but she had control and that arm across the face continued to trouble The Punisher who tried, in turn, to roll Emma. She couldn’t get the leverage before Emma plunged her breasts into her face, trying for a smother that Chelsea avoided the worst of by turning her head to the side now. A bit of a stalemate; one with Emma commanding a dominant but ultimately ineffective position with the grapevine alone unlikely to finish Chelsea off. She switched quickly again, releasing the grapevine and trying for a knee strike to the pussy which sort of succeeded only for her to find her right thigh scissored tightly in the vice like grip of Chelsea’s own thighs.

Emma moaned at the crushing power of Chelsea’s legs, evidently having found something that muscles did help her with, and with Emma trapped, Chelsea shot two short punches into the waistband of her bikini now. Emma was stretched a little and the punches, though not incredibly powerful, troubled her, accurately delivered as they were. She was able to shrug off Chelsea’s attempt to pull her down in to a breast smother though, and she clamped on to the jet haired fighter with a stomach claw, both thumbs hooked just inside Chelsea’s G-string, nails digging into her flesh as she looked for a weakness in the powerful fighter. None was immediately evident as Chelsea’s scissor hold didn’t weaken any, but it was still a painful move for Chelsea to endure as the grimace on her face showed. ‘Bitch’ the jet haired fighter muttered before aiming a slap at Emma’s face at the start of what would turn out to be the key action of the first fall.

Emma ducked into the slap, taking it more on the shoulder, and as she took the sting out of the intended blow, Emma instead hammered Chelsea to the jaw with two hard right hands in quick succession. The second punch dazed Chelsea for sure, and with a hard double-fisted blow to the stomach now, Emma was free of the scissor hold and was quick to spring forward to take up a position sat squarely on Chelsea’s face. The powerful Punisher found her arms pinned tightly to the mat by Emma’s knees while her tiger print clad ass and pussy fairly engulfed the jet haired woman’s face. In an instant, Emma had found another situation in which, try as she might, Chelsea’s power wasn’t able to help her. The smothering face sit was effective and Emma used the position of dominance to reach back and maul Chelsea’s right breast to some effect as well, the hold drawing moans of pain from the trapped Punisher. She had no answer for it either, attempting to bridge to ease her troubles, but she couldn’t budge Emma who continued to slap, grab and maul that right breast until she had Chelsea moaning out the first submission of the match after a hard seven minutes of action.

The brief break in the action gave Emma chance to take stock her in the match having dealt with the surprise opponent in the first fall well enough. Chelsea was powerful and a more than competent opponent, and despite losing fall one, she still looked cool and confident enough in the corner as she waited for fall two. There was no look of concern about her at this stage, and the best of 5 falls format gave her plenty of chance to get back into it. The referee called the start of fall 2 now and the two powerful women came back to the mats with an element of caution. They were powerful, but also differing ladies; Chelsea’s muscles fairly rippled as she circled with Emma, her enhanced breasts proud on her chest. Emma, curvier, softer, but equally powerful in her own ways made the first move, aiming a powerful slap at Chelsea’s face. The bodybuilder blocked it though, showing impressive reflexes and fired back with a short but hard left hand to the ribs as the action got underway. Chelsea looked to go on the attack now, grabbing a handful of hair to bring Emma onto another left to the body, then she closed her right hand around Emma’s throat before shooting a knee towards her pussy. Emma took that on the thigh having shifted position quickly in defence; the action was already intense as Emma looked to claw at Chelsea’s face now in response to the choke hold. ‘Get your nails off my face bitch!’ Chelsea protested, but she took matters into her own hands now anyway with a rake of Emma’s eyes followed by a short headbutt to the chest that rocked Emma back. The little bit of space that put between the two women allowed Chelsea to show her athletic prowess now with a standing dropkick. She extended her legs perfectly into Emma to send her sprawling to the mat as Chelsea’s feet slammed in to her breasts, flattening them as the move flattened Emma.

Now, with Emma down, Chelsea looked to live up to her Punisher nickname, delivering a hard knee drop to the stomach. Holding that position with her knee in Emma’s belly, Chelsea grabbed Emma’s hair, pulling her head from the mat with it before a short right hand to the mouth sent her back to the mat. Emma groaned in pain as Chelsea put her hands on the mat, pushing herself into a slight handstand before swinging back in with another knee drop to the belly. Emma moaned again as Chelsea took a moment to revel in her dominant position as she went back to the hair, once again pulling Emma’s head painfully from the mat while she continued to kneel on her belly. A second short right hand to the mouth dropped Emma back again and as she pawed at her mouth, feeling for damage caused by Chelsea’s knuckles, the jet haired muscle girl switched to position herself for a grapevine. She pressed her pelvis hard into Emma’s body, causing the auburn-haired fighter to let out another groan of pain as she fought for control of her legs. It was clever fighting from Chelsea, her body pressing hard into Emma to stop her from really catching her breath after the knee strikes. And it was no help to Emma that she was forced to defend against having her legs captured and spread by Chelsea’s own power packed legs before she ate a fierce, heavy handed slap to the face that stunned her for a split second.

That was enough distraction for Chelsea to capture Emma’s legs, causing her to shriek in pain as she was spread wide. Adding to her problem was Chelsea grinding her body even harder in to Emma, almost crushing her to the mat. Emma was trying desperately to fight her off, but Chelsea was relentless and dominant before she cruelly broke off from the grapevine with a knee to the pussy. Emma groaned loudly in pain and looked to roll on to her side into something of a foetal position; Chelsea was having none of it though, grabbing the hair and Emma’s shoulder to rip her back on to her back and that allowed her to spring into something of a schoolgirl pin position. Now Chelsea showed her cruel streak, The Punisher was in full effect as she trapped Emma’s face firmly between her iron hard thighs. Arms trapped beneath Chelsea’s knees right now, she was at the mercy of the jet haired fighter, and Chelsea didn’t seem to be planning to show any.

Instead, Chelsea seemed determined to use the position to hurt Emma, but not to force her to submission straight away as she clamped a hand down over her nose and mouth in a hand smother. As Emma struggled against the smother, trying to bridge, she was able to suck in a gasp of air as Chelsea used that position to reach back and apply a pussy maul now through Emma’s tiger print bikini. Emma groaned loudly in pain, but again, The Punisher switched her attacks, slamming two hard punches in on the bikini line before reapplying the pussy maul. ‘Nnnnggghhh!’ Emma howled in pain; Chelsea’s mauling technique apparently effective as she started to bounce her ass on Emma’s tits as well now, hardly helping the situation. Emma struggled against the mauling attack, but refused to submit as the referee enquired; Chelsea took that in her stride, switching to sink her nails in to Emma’s breasts to cause her more trouble following another punch right on the bikini line. It was a slow, methodical attack from the jet haired bodybuilder who was starting to pick Emma apart in this second fall. Another punch to the body had Emma trying to suck in air, something Chelsea looked to deny her as she moved forward to complete the face sit only to be denied by a well-timed bridge from Emma, which sent her rolling to the mat.

It might have got Emma out of immediate trouble but she was back in it pretty quickly. She rose with a right hand to Chelsea’s body that seemed to simply bounce off the jet haired fighter’s iron hard body. In response, Chelsea used Emma’s flowing auburn hair to reel her into a front headlock, using it to clamp a choke on before starting to send knees into Emma’s body. Emma groaned again, getting worked over by Chelsea here, and the jet haired woman used the hold to throw her back to the mat to further soften her up. Emma rolled as she landed, but as soon as she hit all fours, Chelsea was on her with an elbow around the back of the head which dropped Emma face down on the mat. Chelsea was keen to keep up the domination for now, wrenching Emma’s arms into a surfboard of sorts, her foot planted between Emma’s shoulder blades. A testing position for sure, one that was going to wear Emma down even if it wasn’t likely to force her to submit. Chelsea was all about causing pain though at this stage, and she stomped down as she released the arms, driving her face and chest into the mat hard. Not looking for the submission seemed to be a bit of an error to me, but Chelsea continued down that route for now, using the hair to quickly peel Emma from the mat before heaving her across the mats again.

As Emma rolled wearily to her knees, Chelsea was on her, in the hair as she looked to get control of the situation. Emma took the raven-haired fighter by a surprise a little now though, going low with a right hand on the waistband of Chelsea’s minimalist G-string. That shook the hard-bodied Punisher, and Emma took the chance to fire home a second punch, this time a stinging uppercut to the underside of her enhanced breasts. From her knees still, Emma grabbed Chelsea’s right breast, sinking her fingers in deep as she twisted and mauled her perfectly enhanced breast. ‘I’ll rip your fucking implants out bitch!’ Emma told the suddenly pained Punisher who shrieked in pain as she felt Emma go to work on her. Chelsea looked to be in big trouble suddenly before it seemed she recalled that she was standing over a kneeling Emma and she put paid to the attack with a hard knee between Emma’s own breasts. Now, The Punisher, after briefly massaging her breast, looked to go back on the offensive, but she was surprised once more as Emma grabbed the front of her tiny black G-string and used it to pull her on to a nasty headbutt to the pit of the stomach.

That looked to be a bit of a gamechanger, dropping Chelsea to her knees, and after the two women exchanged fierce forearm smashes to the chest, Emma took the initiative as she took something of a death grip on the jet haired fighter’s right breast again. The Punisher shrieked in pain once again, apparently not enjoying being on the short end of the breast attack once more but she gritted her teeth and tried to return fire with a breast maul of her own. Emma it seemed was the more effective mauler though and she used her grasp to force Chelsea slowly but surely to her back, all the time with her fingers working ever deeper into Chelsea’s breasts. Now Emma showed a cruel streak of her own, catching Chelsea with a swinging elbow to the jaw to knock the fight out of the jet haired fighter right now. She knelt right on the breast she’d been working over now and went straight for a double handed choke on The Punisher who’s eyes betrayed that she knew she was suddenly in trouble. As Emma closed her hands increasingly tightly around the jet haired fighter’s throat, she slammed the knee into her breast once more before demanding that Chelsea submit to her.

‘No…….no’ The Punisher gasped; the second denial cut off slightly by another knee strike to the breast. The continued softening up of Chelsea’s enhanced right breast seemed to be a powerful strategy for Emma now. A good one certainly as a third, crushing, knee strike tested Chelsea’s resolve. Emma’s choking hands were more of an issue though and Chelsea pulled at them now, hoping to put Emma off that method of attack at least. She was successful in a way, but only as Emma switched to a nasty, choking, figure four head scissors instead, her legs continuing the work that her hands had started. In turn, that freed up her hands to punch, grab and maul Chelsea, targeting her right breast vigorously and quickly drawing a second submission from The Punisher. Emma took the opportunity to give Chelsea a sly shot with the knee into the breast now before she rose off her to head back to her corner. She was 2-0 up, but it seemed that Chelsea, despite her love of dishing out the punishment, was less resilient when she was the one getting punished. I thought Emma had things probably under control after the break in the action between falls, and she came back onto the mats looking confident, waiting for Chelsea to come out of her corner.

‘Come on bitch, lets fight!’ Emma challenged the jet haired fighter who showed no sign of rejoining the action as the referee waited on the mats with Emma.

Indeed, Chelsea was steadfastly refusing to move from her corner as the referee went over to check on her.

‘Come on Punisher’ Emma mocked now, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she continued ‘or can’t you take it bitch?’

‘I’ve done what I needed to’ The Punisher replied to Emma ‘I know all about your style now, that’s my job tonight. I’m done’ she continued, turning her back to the mat and heading out of the room.

‘If you know so much, why don’t you come back here and prove it you chicken shit coward’ Emma called after The Punisher, but it was a challenge that fell on deaf ears, leaving a slightly bemused looking Emma on the mats as the referee returned to raise her hand in what I suspected felt a slightly hollow victory. It also left me wondering if there was anything in The Punisher’s claim that she had done her job here, perhaps scouting Emma for Staci. Or maybe it was purely mind games, distracting from her capitulation; only time would tell. As Emma left the mats though, she still wore a bemused look at the nature of her win via retirement. I knew she would be joining me at mat side for the title match that was due to start next though, and I was pretty sure I’d find out exactly what she thought of Chelsea’s actions soon enough.