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The Rookie

By Wolfboy

Emma has a tough outdoor match with a lightweight newcomer

After losing her title belt to Toni, Emma had been largely successful in her comeback matches before finding herself challenged by a relative newcomer to the world of catfighting. Melissa was blonde, extremely beautiful and according to her, ‘keen to learn how to catfight.’ She had been involved in four matches so far, winning each one, but those matches had really been submission wrestling; that felt like scant experience for someone wanting to take on Emma to fall back on. The sexy blonde seemed undaunted though as she made her challenge to Emma.

‘I’d love to take you on in a match Emma because I know you’re one of the best and I can learn from you. My style is usually nude submission wrestling; I’ve had four matches yet and won them all. I know that you are a catfighter though and not a wrestler and I propose that we meet under some catfight rules. My suggestion is a one-hour endurance match with only one break in the action after 30 minutes. In the first 30 minutes slapping, mauling and all wrestling moves are legal along with hairpulling. After the break, body punching and finger fucking is allowed, but no moves like arm bars or chokes at that point. The most submissions in the time limit wins. Maybe you would like to travel to me for the match? If the weather is pleasant, I have a very secluded garden where I can put my wrestling mats. If the weather is not so good, they fit into my lounge for a more apartment style match. Oh, and no referee. We’re both responsible ladies, I’m sure we can play by the rules?’

A forthright and detailed challenge, and one Emma, keen for competition as she built towards a rematch with Toni, wasn’t going to refuse. In fact, she upped the ante a bit in reply, perhaps looking to stack the deck against herself a little to ensure a stern test. ‘I’d be happy to take you on under those rules Melissa, but as I have more catfight experience, I think I shouldn’t be allowed to punch at all, and you can from the start. I can still slap though, and I slap hard. Let me know your thoughts on that and also what your thoughts are on attire. I notice that you said your experience is all in nude submission wrestling; would you prefer nude or something different? I just want to make sure I bring the right gear or no gear with me!’

Melissa had replied that she liked the idea of lingerie for the match as she wanted to try something different and associated lingerie with catfighting; she also said that she imagined that the contest might end with both ladies wearing less than they started it in. She said that if Emma was sure she was OK with those rules, then she wouldn’t say no to the small advantage that had been offered. The two women had easily agreed a date and time for the match, and we travelled to meet Melissa in her country cottage in the Cheshire countryside. As she had promised, it was secluded being the last cottage in a village of not many buildings. Her garden, although not huge, was more than sufficient to allow the 20-foot square of well-padded wrestling mat that covered the centre of it, leaving a small area of grass and some borders around the edge of it. More importantly, it was as secluded as Melissa had suggested; tall trees bordering two sides of the garden while a drop to the river at the end of the garden meant nobody walking there could see over the low wall. At the other end, the cottage completed the border of the garden. In theory, someone walking past could look in and see the two women fighting through the back windows, but both agreed it was an unlikely course of events, and that once the match went to ground, they wouldn’t be seen at all. Unconcerned by that, after a little while to unwind and chat with her opponent, Emma headed into the cottage with Melissa to prepare while I waited out in the garden. Given that it was nearly 30 degrees and the hottest day of the year, that didn’t feel like a huge hardship to me.

A few minutes passed before Melissa was first to appear back outside. She was unseconded for the fight, carrying with her some bottles of water in an ice bucket that she left in the shade at the end of the garden. The glamorous blonde currently wore a short white silk robe that came to just below her panties. Beneath that, she clearly wore sheer black stockings held up by what appeared to be a lilac coloured suspender belt, she warmed up, hardly necessary given the conditions, stretching lightly on the mats in her corner as she waited for Emma.

She didn’t have to wait long for my wife to appear, looking simply stunning with her flowing auburn hair as she wore a completely see through black mesh bodysuit, cut deep at the front to show off her cleavage. Coupling the look with matching sheer black hold up stockings, Emma had chosen to leave little to the imagination as she walked past Melissa onto the mats.

‘Mmmmmm’ the gorgeous blonde purred ‘you look delicious Emma. I can’t wait to peel you out of that!’

‘We’ll see’ Emma replied evenly ‘You’ll get your chances in an hour of fighting though, that’s for sure.’

‘I think so’ Melissa smiled ‘now I thought we should just go over a couple of local rules before we start introductions. Just to avoid confusion. The first is that I propose anywhere in the garden is in bounds, not just the mats.’

‘Agreed’ Emma said ‘I think that’s fine.’

And the second is that neither of us is seconded. Steve can just enjoy the show.’

‘Fair enough’ Emma agreed ‘If you’re not seconded, there’s no need for me to be and I’m sure Steve won’t mind just watching.’

‘Shall we do introductions then Emma?’ the blonde asked. ‘Why don’t you start us off?’ she suggested.

‘OK, well I’m Emma Baines. I’m 38 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 167lbs and I measure 40E-28-39. I’ve got a record of 52 wins and 17 losses in catfights’ she said as she stepped onto the corner of the mat, still in the shade at the moment. With the sun making its way across the azure blue sky in its searing arc though, that wasn’t going to be the case for much longer.

‘Thank you, Emma,’ her blonde opponent replied, ‘and I’m Melissa Devlin. I’m 30 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall 135lbs and’ she said, allowing her white silk robe to fall from her shoulders as she too went onto the mats, revealing that she was already topless ‘I’m 32G-28-32 with 4 wins from 4 matches. In submission wrestling of course’ she added before eyeing Emma with more interest now. The busty blonde babe wore a skimpy lilac coloured thong to match her suspender belt, her lightly tanned body was toned, but she was a curvy woman. Perhaps not the classic image of what someone might consider to be a fighter, but I knew better than to judge on appearance alone, and I was pretty sure that Emma did too.

The blonde looked very confident as she stood on the mats now, a slight but clear change in her attitude from the glamour girl and gracious host that we had seen so far. There was a determined look set about her face, but still a bit of a playful air about her as she asked me to start  the timer for the first 30-minute round. She started to circle with Emma now as the match started, eyeing the taller auburn-haired fighter up and down. ‘Oh Emma’ Melissa smiled ‘I’m a bit disappointed you’re so well covered up today. Afraid to put your little girls up against these?’ she asked, jiggling her breasts as she did so.

In truth, Emma could barely have been less covered if she had tried really. The see through, sheer mesh of her suit hiding nothing at all from Melissa as she replied ‘not at all Melissa, but sometimes you have to earn things. If you’re good enough, this mesh isn’t going to last long, especially with those talons’ she pointed out as she caught a glimpse of Melissa’s long, lilac painted finger nails. The blonde flashed them menacingly, another smile on her face as she responded ‘I don’t usually get to have nice nails like this for wrestling, those girls get so antsy about nails for some reason!’ Emma smiled in response, flashing her own coral pink painted nails as she told her ‘us catfighters don’t mind and we know how to use them Melissa and I hope you do to. You’ll feel mine so you’d best make sure I feel yours!’

That brief exchange out of the way, the action started more in earnest now as Melissa tried to get into range to launch an attack only to feel the palm of Emma’s hand smack down on the top of her right breast. It was a stinging slap, but one that the blonde was undeterred by as she continued to look for an opening. She probed Emma’s defences, looking to wrestle it seemed in the early going, in a low crouch as she approached. Emma had the reach advantage though and she was able to keep the blonde at bay with some well-placed slaps. Melissa continued to take them, unflinching for the time being as Emma didn’t target any particular area and it was the smaller blonde woman who struck tellingly for the first time. Dropping to the mat, she was able to take Emma by surprise with a leg sweep that dropped the bigger woman to the mat.

Melissa was smaller but she had speed on her side, using it now to quickly get Emma’s back, straddling the auburn-haired fighter before locking her ankles beneath her body. A tight body scissor suggested there was some power in Melissa’s legs and she also started to look to work a choke in on Emma who reacted quickly, trying to get a hand between Melissa’s arm and her throat to defend. That worked OK for Emma, just alleviating the very worst of the hold, but Melissa immediately showed she was ready to embrace the catty side of the action too as she got both hands into Emma’s hair from the position on her back. ‘Bitch!’ Emma protested as she felt Melissa tearing at her hair while the blonde flexed her thighs tightly around her waist. With Emma more than a little distracted by the hair attack, Melissa again gave a clear indication of her intended early strategy as she tried for the choke once more. This time with a bit more success too as Emma defended desperately, tucking her chin in to defend as she just about forced her hand inside the choke once more. Still on all fours now, Emma looked to fight back to her feet, making it to her knees, but Melissa was a step ahead, quickly breaking her scissor and grabbing Emma’s hair to send her face first into the mat.

Not the most auspicious of starts for Emma who looked to shake it off as Melissa waited behind her, close by, to try and continue her attack. Emma got to her knees once more and was instantly surprised to find the blonde using the hair again to send her face into the mat. A shrewd strategy from Melissa who, with Emma a little dazed, delivered a leg drop across the back of Emma’s head and neck there on the mat. Then she spanked Emma’s butt as the sheer material did little to protect Emma from the impact of palm on skin. As Melissa tried to pull her back to all fours though, Emma caught the blonde with an elbow to the belly, and that was enough just to force the smaller woman off her for now.

‘Hmmm; you’re a quick one, aren’t you?’ Emma mused as she started to circle with the topless blonde once more, landing a slap to Melissa’s shoulder as she did so. Melissa just smiled, her expression still one of concentration as she shipped that blow and made a dive for Emma’s left leg, looking to take her down, but Emma was too strong, too experienced to fall for that and she held firm before grabbing Melissa’s long blonde hair. A shriek escaped Melissa’s lips as she felt Emma pull at her hair now, forcing her to her feet before she lifted and body slammed the lighter woman and started to take control of the action. An elbow drop found a target in Melissa’s breasts too, and down on the mat, Emma took control with a handful of hair, pulling the glamorous blonde into a tight side headlock. Melissa moaned a little as, trapped flat on her back, she felt Emma’s strong arms testing her. She was tough as well as glamourous though and she tried quickly to fight back as Emma rode her body across her, looking to latch onto a breast claw. Emma brushed that aside, then switched position quickly, capturing Melissa in a cross pin on the mats. It was well applied too, one arm scissored and the other pinned to the mat as Emma lay, a little on her side, high on Melissa’s chest. It also belied the blonde’s lack of catfight experience as she bridged, legs wide apart, and Emma took advantage of the offered target, clamping on a crotch maul through her lilac thong.

‘Mmmmmnnnngggghhh!’ Melissa groaned as she was taken aback by the sudden attack on her pussy by Emma. ‘You wanted a catfight honey’ Emma teased the blonde, ‘submit if you don’t like it’. ‘Noooooo!’ the blonde wailed in reply as she squirmed beneath Emma suffering her first real taste of catfighting. She wasn’t quick to give up though, riding out the pain as she patiently looked for a chance to counter Emma’s attack. Breaking the pussy maul for a moment, Emma slapped the flat of her hand down hard on Melissa’s belly before her fingers now slipped inside the blonde’s thong, mauling her cruelly once more. Another cry of pain escaped the blonde’s lips now, but she still gamely hung in, refusing to submit, her right hand now clawing at Emma’s butt through the very flimsy material of her suit. ‘You little cow!’ Emma protested, feeling the blonde’s sharp, lilac painted, nails searing her skin, but she hammered another flat handed slap to Melissa’s belly. Then the pussy maul was back in place and Melissa was forced, reluctantly, to concede the first submission after just 4 minutes of action.

No breaks in the action meant Emma was immediately back on the blonde too, peeling her from the mat and throwing her across the mats by the hair. Getting to her feet and brushing some strands of blonde hair from her fingers, Emma was quickly on her but was surprised by a sharp nail thrust to the underside of her breasts as she leant over Melissa. That surprised Emma, but not as much as the follow up punch, the blonde going low with her knuckles connecting to the crotch drawing a cry of pain from Emma. Perhaps she hadn’t expected Melissa to take advantage of the punching rule so effectively, but it appeared that the blonde had studied how to catfight at least. Showing that intent once more, she used Emma’s auburn hair now, bringing her twice onto a knee lift to the breasts as she looked to take control. On the second impact, Melissa released Emma’s hair, allowing her to fall back to the mat. There was only a brief respite for Emma though, the blonde dropping an elbow across the back of her head. It was a well-placed move, and the blonde then showed she had some nice wrestling skills to grab a half nelson, flip Emma to her back, and immediately trap the bigger woman in a reverse face sit.

Melissa spread her legs wide, gaining a good base to help her balance as Emma immediately and instinctively bridged, trying to shift her. A gut punch put paid to that before Melissa sunk her lilac painted nails into Emma’s breasts, tearing at the flimsy mesh fabric as she did. The wide base also meant that Melissa was making Emma carry all of her 135lbs on her face as she kept the effective looking smother on her. Emma’s cried of pain were muffled as Melissa kept the smother on her while her nails were making short work of the mesh body covering her breasts, already exposing her nipples which she gleefully grabbed hold of, twisting both hard. This time, despite the smother, Emma’s cry of ‘bitch!’ was more clearly audible as she tried to resist the pain though. In truth though, the breast work was secondary to Melissa’s plan. Smothering Emma to weaken her was the main aim, and Emma continued to fight hard, bridging again, painfully aware that long smothers in the sultry temperatures was a combination that did her no favours.

Melissa knew that too; it was her strategy and she dropped Emma’s latest bridge attempt with a punch right to the belly button. Emma groaned from that and then cried out a little more violently as Melissa went back to working her breasts over. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Emma moaned, followed quickly by ‘I can’t breathe!’ Melissa offered little sympathy for her plight either, suggesting Emma could ‘submit if you don’t like it dear…’. The implied insult, throwing Emma’s earlier words back at her made her fight harder for the moment, another desperate bridge, broken quickly as Melissa sunk a claw hold into her belly, again, her sharp nails piercing Emma’s flimsy, see through outfit. The wide legged face sit continued to take its toll on Emma too; Melissa had her cute ass well and truly on her face smothering her and despite her attempts she wasn’t able to dislodge the lighter blonde at all. Now Emma shrieked as Melissa’s middle finger entered her belly button twisting as she continued to rip into the auburn haired catfighter.

She wasn’t ripping into Emma with great abandon though, Melissa was smart, concentrating most of her effort on the smothering face sit and punishing Emma where she could. And Emma was in trouble, failing with another bridge as Melissa punched then clawed her stomach once more. Content she had control once more, Melissa looked for the final touched to force a submission now. Using a double nipple twist to draw a scream and submission from Emma. Evening the score up, Melissa was pretty pleased with herself, but she immediately looked to get Emma to her feet, allowing Emma the chance to use her strength to push her away, gaining the space to get comfortably to her feet.

Now both women circled, sparring at range as they did so; a style that with Emma being 5 inches taller suited her quite well as she started to land some heavy-handed slaps to the blonde’s body. One in particular stung Melissa, slapping down hard on her right breast and setting the blonde onto the back foot. Melissa had speed on her side, content to allow Emma to chase her for a little while in the heat as both women already found themselves covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Emma’s suit also showed the effects of Melissa’s sharp, lilac coloured nails as it was ripped at both the breast and stomach already. Emma swung again, this time looking to slap Melissa’s face, this time the blonde was able to duck underneath it and from the crouching position she caught Emma with an uppercut to the body. The match continued at a similar tempo for a short while now, passing the ten-minute mark with both ladies on their feet, taking shots at each other from range. Again, logically this favoured Emma as she landed the majority of the blows, slapping mainly at the lightly tanned skin of the blonde. When Melissa did strike though, it tended to be effective, usually at close range as she ducked an attack from Emma to land energy sapping body blows.

One such move saw her duck a high slap from Emma to drive a knee into the body that, while Emma took it and stayed upright, I could tell had winded her. Melissa could see it too, at close quarters with the auburn-haired fighter as she was, and she took the chance to attack. She forced Emma to defend a flurry of slaps to the face, all the time forcing her defences higher, opening her up to a second knee to the body which struck home with ferocity now. Emma groaned, not expecting the repeat blow, and she was in trouble as Melissa grabbed a headlock, thrust her hip into her side, and sent her spinning up and over to the mat. Emma rolled to her stomach, tried to push up to all fours, then as she spotted Melissa closing in, fearing a kick to the rib cage, she elected to stay flat on the ground. Perhaps wise, but Melissa dropped down on to her back, flattening her body to Emma’s as she started to probe her defences. A couple of punches to the side tested Emma a little as she kept her arms and chin tucked in tightly. Melissa was satisfied to ride Emma now, shredding a little bit more of that see-through outfit as she did, this time with her nails scratching across her butt cheeks. She tore Emma’s right stocking too, clearly warming to the catfight style before she took a two-handed grip of Emma’s auburn hair to slowly but surely force her chin away from being locked tightly into her chest in defence.

Emma fought the blonde every millimetre of the way but as it usually the case, the pain burning in her scalp slowly won the day until her chin was no longer protecting her now vulnerable throat. I could see the danger, Emma probably knew it and Melissa was happy to take her time, her legs fighting with Emma’s as she tried to trap her in an inverted grapevine. Emma fought against that too, but Melissa was in the prime position, slowly capturing both legs and while not able to spread Emma wide, she had control. Then she struck, both arms sinking in deep around Emma’s neck in a choking, constricting grasp that immediately had Emma in trouble. She was flattened to the mat with the lighter blonde pressed tightly to her back, legs spread a little by the grapevine; the choke was well applied too although Emma rasped out a reply of ‘No!’ when Melissa asked her if she wanted to submit. ‘OK then’ Melissa replied keeping the hold tightly in place as a minute passed and Emma reached for the edge of the mat, trying to pull herself towards it.

In itself, it was a pointless move; escaping the mats wasn’t going to break the hold but Emma’s strength in hauling herself towards it was impressive. ‘Give up Emma?’ Melissa asked, remaining perfectly poised even as Emma reached the grass and continued to head for the flowerbed. ‘No’ Emma replied, sounding laboured from her attempts, and as she continued to crawl, Melissa continued to enjoy top position, choking her hard as time ticked by. Melissa was satisfied that she had control of proceedings now, a quick submission didn’t suit her now; the longer Emma resisted for, the more she would tire. Three minutes into the choke, Emma reached the edge of the border, but it didn’t help her any, Melissa leaning her body fully into her now to flatten her fully, her face almost in the moist soil of the border, ‘Give up?’ Melissa asked, feeling Emma reach for her hair, but then in what looked like a sudden change, Melissa released the hold, getting off Emma to lead her back to the mat by the hair as Emma crawled after her.

‘2-1 to me!’ Melissa chimed gleefully as she got back to the mats, as I realised the long choke had taken its toll on Emma, finally forcing her to submit. There was still over ten minutes left in the first session of the match now, and in a surprising move, Melissa let Emma to her feet. A spell of making the bigger woman work on her feet again seemed to be her tactic following that long, draining choke hold. Melissa made her work too, keeping a high tempo of relatively light attacks as she tried to swarm Emma into a making a tired mistake. A flurry of slaps forced Emma back off the mat for a moment, but again Melissa stepped back and that looked like a mistake for a moment as Emma struck with a fast kick to the inside of the blonde’s left thigh. Now Melissa was forced to back up, hobbling just a little from the effect of the sharp kick and Emma pressed forward looking to test the glamourous blonde once more with stinging slaps to the body and breasts.  Melissa blocked well again though and as the steam started to go out of Emma’s flurry of attacks it was again the smaller blonde who started to show the more impressive skills.

A slap to Emma’s face got through, enraging the auburn-haired fighter as she tried to strike back with one of her own. Melissa blocked deftly before launching a chop into the underside of Emma’s breasts. Emma groaned, raised her hands a little, and was caught with a slashing nail rake across the belly. Melissa’s lilac talons did their damage to stomach and suit as they flashed across it, drawing a shriek from Emma as they did. Emma went for the hair, bringing Melissa tight into a clinch now in response before flipping the blonde to the mat. Now Melissa looked to scramble away as Emma tried to chase her down and perhaps even the score, but it was the blonde who surprised Emma again in this lengthy first session of fighting. From her seated position, she elected not to scoot backwards out of range, instead going into Emma to scissor both legs low down and trip her to the mat.

Emma crashed to the mat on her front, looking to roll clear of Melissa only to find the fast blonde lunging for her once more, a splash of sorts across the back as she trapped her face down on the mat again. Emma probably feared another choke but Melissa pinned her, sitting high on the back of her head, pressing her face into the mat. Emma forced her head to the side a little as the lighter woman levered her right arm into an armbar before whipping a punch to the stretched arm at the shoulder. She didn’t hit hard, but she did hit effectively every time she struck it seemed, and in that stressed position it was enough to force a yelp of pain from the bigger woman. Now Melissa switched tactics, grinding her cute butt on the back of Emma’s head. She tore into the back of Emma’s see through mesh suit with abandon now, her sharp lilac painted nails making short work of the fabric before she spanked Emma’s near-naked ass hard. Emma looked to be more in more trouble with the blonde on top of her, and she showed good wrestling skill once more to quickly transition into a side head scissor.

Emma cried out as Melissa’s legs forced her to her back, grabbing for them as she found the blonde had them sunk in deep in a choking grip around her throat. Control once more for the cute blonde with the first session entering its final five minutes now. Melissa grabbed Emma’s hands, forcing them away from her legs as she started to pour on the power with her thighs. Quickly Melissa released Emma’s hands, cracking two hard slaps off her right breast, the sound of hand on almost bare breast reverberating around the garden, following by Emma muttering ‘little bitch!’ in protest.

‘Sorry?’ Melissa mocked a little. ‘What was that? Did you want to submit again?’ she asked, pulling Emma’s arms away this time to slap and grab the same breast, starting a nail driven tit maul. Now Emma’s cries of pain filled the garden as she bridged and squirmed, looking for freedom that wasn’t easily forthcoming. Melissa may have been an inexperienced catfighter, but she was proving adept enough at it alongside some excellent wrestling skills. Emma grabbed at Melissa’s wrists, pulling her away from her breast, nails shredding some more of the fabric as she did so. The blonde worked a hand free though, sliding it beneath her thigh to close it around Emma’s throat, adding a choke hold to the predicament. Emma bridged, Melissa grabbed her mesh suit to pull it into a wedgie accompanied by the sounds of tearing fabric and a screeching auburn-haired fighter who wasn’t at all happy with how the match was going right now. She could do little though as Melissa continued to choke her, working her hand in ever tighter. The pretty blonde still slapped at Emma’s breasts whenever she got her other hand free, pulling at her outfit too as she took the chance to push her closer and closer to being naked. A sharp pull broke the left shoulder strap of the suit before Emma managed another successful grab of Melissa’s arm now, neutralising the problem for a moment, at least as far as breasts and suit were concerned.

The blonde had maintained control well with the scissors though and Emma was labouring under the concerted attack. Melissa’s legs were evidently strong from her wrestling experience, and she knew the perfect was to apply that power in the scissor hold. Now she elected to forego the hand choke, closing that hand instead over Emma’s mouth and nose in a hand smother. She forced her other hand free of Emma’s grasp too, immediately slapping and grabbing breast once more, nails drawing a shriek from Emma, albeit somewhat muffled. ‘Give up!’ Melissa demanded, knowing time was running short in the first thirty minutes of action. She flexed her thighs once more, an elongated burst of power, and Emma was finally forced to tap out to the move. Dropping 3-1 behind was a bit of a surprise, but there was no denying Melissa had controlled the match as it had gone on. Releasing the scissor hold, she made short work of Emma’s other shoulder strap, before standing up to allow Emma back to her feet wearily. The mats were increasingly bathed in the hot sunshine, conditions were sapping, and it looked to be taking its toll on Emma whose tattered suit fell to hang uselessly at her waist now while the final few moments of the first session ticked down. Melissa was content, not looking to engage Emma now before the timer sounded. ‘I think a five-minute break?’ Melissa suggested to Emma who agreed despite looking like five hours might have suited her more so.

Showing the effects of Melissa’s nails and fists on her body, Emma elected that it was time to forego her suit completely now as it had been essentially destroyed by Melissa anyway. She now wore just two sheer black stockings, one of which also showed the effects of Melissa’s nails as it sat slightly lower around her thigh than the other, undamaged, stocking. I wondered what was going through her head here; dominated to some extent, needing a good start to the second thirty-minute session. The counter balance to this of course was that there was another 30 minutes of action to go and a fast start could completely empty the tank on an already tired fighter in the fierce heat.

Over in her corner, Melissa spotted that Emma had removed the remnants of her body suit, and she elected to forego her lilac coloured thong to just wear her stockings and lilac suspender bely now. She was used to fighting nude, but in the more controlled field of submission wrestling; in catfighting anything was likely, and she might have just given easier access to a sensitive target. It was a question of who might get to that target first though; both ladies were naked apart from their stockings. The interval continued, Emma and Melissa dousing themselves with cold water to refresh and cool their bodies in the heat. Both looked a bit more refreshed as they returned to the mat, wet hair glistening in the bright sunlight that bathed the mat. ‘Could you start the timer please Steve?’ Melissa asked me, and as I did, giving them the nod that it was running, Emma launched in to a ferocious attack on the sexy blonde.

This was Emma catfighting at her very best. Stinging slaps landing hard to Melissa’s body forcing the blonde to cover her breasts, A hard slap to the face then a knee shot into the belly took their toll on Melissa before Emma swept her off the mat in a strong bearhug. Naked bodies crushed together as Melissa squirmed painfully under the attack. She pulled back on Emma’s hair, then found herself moaning on the mat, the victim of a pussy pounding atomic drop. As Melissa clutched her womanhood, Emma stomped her stomach, then flicked a kick across the prone blonde’s G cup breasts to draw a screech of pain from her. Emma continued the attack, getting Melissa to her feet and lifting her powerfully to deliver an across the knee back breaker. She shipped a punch to the side in the process but she shook that off, and with Melissa draped across her knee, she started to stretch the blonde. Nails sunk into Melissa’s left breast drew a cry of pain as the blonde in response sunk her nails into Emma’s arm. Emma had the leverage though, evidently causing Melissa real pain with her breast mauling as she yelled out in pain. ‘Submit blondie!’ Emma told her as she gamely hung in there. A sharp downward elbow to the stomach took it out of Melissa though and she was quickly forced to submit as Emma went back to the breast attacks.

Back to 3-2 and just 3 minutes into the second and final session, Emma had got the start that she would have asked for. She shoved Melissa off her knee to the mat roughly too now and dived for the blonde, looking to trap her in a cross pin. Emma was able to scissor Melissa’s right arm, but she found her left arm trickier to control as Melissa wrapped the fingers of it in Emma’s auburn hair. That stopped Emma gaining full control but it didn’t stop her from lighting up the blonde’s tanned body with a series of heavy handed, stinging slaps all down her left side. The mats were fully bathed in the hot sunshine now, meaning that this second session might become a real battle of attrition. For now though, Emma’s slaps were doing more damage that the sun to Melissa’s body as she looked to break her down. Melissa’s left breast became an increasingly popular target now, Emma landing stinging flat handed blows as she started to soften it up for another concerted attack.

She teased her with it, a quick pinch of the nipple a couple of times before returning to the steady tempo of slaps, flattening the increasingly sensitive breast to the blonde’s body. Melissa yelped with pain, but she steadfastly maintained her grip of Emma’s auburn hair, preventing Emma from really getting her weight on to her. It wouldn’t matter too much though as, feeling Melissa starting to claw at her ass, she told her ‘you’ll pay for that bitch!’. She slapped hard into the left breast once more, this time quickly converting it to a nasty maul, again using her coral pink nails to fine effect as she drew a loud shriek of pain from Melissa.

‘Submit?’ Emma asked the blonde.

I was a little surprised as the answer quickly came ‘I submit!’ from Melissa this time though, and it seemed that after her fine opening session, Emma was starting to break her down the blonde’s resistance.

Having evened up the score, it seemed that Emma might go on to dominate now, and indeed she pulled Melissa from the mat and threw her across it by the hair. A dominant move as she brushed blonde hair from her fingers for a moment before she went after the blonde once more. At 3-3, she fancied quickly taking a lead in the contest, but Melissa wisely played for a bit of time, stepping back off the mats, causing Emma to hesitate before she remembered that nowhere was out of bounds. Again, she grabbed Melissa’s hair, throwing her back across the mat after taking a quick punch to the body. Melissa landed hard and rolled towards the edge of the mat, taking a kick to the body but trapping Emma’s foot against her body as she groaned from the hard, winding, impact. She was able to trip Emma though, pushing her feet into Emma’s other leg and the two women both sprawled on the mat looking for position.

It favoured the stronger woman it seemed in Emma, and she tried to take advantage of the situation using hair to pull Melissa into a front headlock there on the mat. Both were on their knees as Emma landed a stinging slap between the shoulder blades of the blonde. Melissa shot back a short punch to the body, blindly aiming for a target and finding one in Emma’s belly. Emma gasped but slapped back hard as she cranked the headlock; Melissa punched back harder too this time as she found the same spot. The action continued, Emma slapping Melissa’s skin as the blonde hammered back to her body with increasing confidence and accuracy. Each one drew another gasp from Emma though the auburn-haired fighter drew a shriek from Melissa as she raked her nails across her back but the smaller blonde fired back with two sapping body punches. She followed that last punch with a crotch grab too, applying a pussy claw as best as she could while Emma continued to work on the headlock.

It was Emma whose cries of pain pierced the air in the garden now though as both women’s bodies started to sweat even more beneath the hot sunshine. Melissa had a good grasp of her pussy and she wasn’t letting up for the moment as Emma hung grimly to the headlock, again raking Melissa’s back with her nails. The blonde shot a short-left hand into Emma’s ribs now, maintaining her pussy claw, and she started to moan and groan in increasing pain, the blonde effectively torturing her womanhood as the match got personal, down and dirty, on the mat. It was also in the less experienced, lighter, catfighters favour right now, the look of distress writ large on Emma’s face as Melissa continued to maul her uncompromisingly. Now she asked Emma ‘give up bitch?’ as the auburn-haired woman’s eyes were screwed shut in pain from the concerted assault on her womanhood. ‘I….’ Emma said, the admittance of submission choked off into a cry of pain as Melissa’s lilac painted nails did more damage. ‘I submit’ she gasped out as the blonde wrestler took a lead once more by 4 submissions to 3.

Twelve minutes had passed in session two now, and the pace had dropped following the early flurry from Emma. Now Melissa seemed to have wrested back control and capitalised by slamming three hard punches into Emma’s body. Emma rolled to the mat clutching her pussy and stomach after a fourth punch from Melissa went low, and her body work continued to take its toll. Melissa took the chance to gather herself for a moment now, lying on the mats and breathing heavily. The sweat from both ladies guaranteed that both blonde and auburn hair looked several shades darker than at the start of the contest. Both women stirred at about the same time, but it was Melissa who was the sharper now, delivering a slap to Emma’s face as she ducked Emma’s attempt at the same. Emma ate the slap but lunged, knocking the blonde onto her back and she looked to secure the cross pin again, this time though failing to control either of Melissa’s arms. As she pinned her, slapping hard at her tanned body, again targeting that left breast particularly, Melissa grabbed hair, wrapping strands of auburn hair around her left hand to pull hard. The nails of her right hand traced angry patterns on Emma’s back, then her butt cheeks, as the battle continued at close quarters now.

There was an intensity to the battle now, Melissa ripping at Emma’s hair and scratching her body with those lilac talons. Emma was fighting just as hard and dirty too, nails raking the blonde’s body in between slaps to the ribs and the left breast which, much to Melissa’s displeasure had become Emma’s favourite target. She slapped hard at it once more and as Melissa cried out in pain, Emma stunned her, using a handful of hair to bang her head on the mats twice. Melissa was subdued for just a moment, and it was enough for Emma to take advantage, forcing the blonde’s hand from her auburn hair and leaning her body into the arm as she used it start choking Melissa. Now though she upped the ante once again, a breast claw and with a hand clamped between Melissa’s legs, a pussy claw delivered with vicious intensity, having the blonde crying out in pain quickly.

The crotch claw was a new move for Melissa to resist and her eyes were screwed shut in pain beneath the hot sunshine. It was a tough battle for her to resist the submission, but she hung in there, scraping her nails across Emma’s arse once again. Emma slapped her breast hard in return, really digging her fingers and nails deep into the sensitive breast flesh. Then she repeated that technique, the heel of her hand slamming in to the pit of Melissa’s belly before her fingers probed her sex once more. Now the blonde was squealing in pain as Emma’s fingers took her to the edge of submission quickly. She tried to resist, finding that grip of Emma’s auburn hair once again and pulling at it fiercely, but she was physically squirming beneath Emma’s attacks now. ‘Give it up bitch!’ Emma asked as she looked to force the contest back onto an even keel. Through gritted teeth, Melissa moaned ‘Noooooo’, but immediately found that moan turned into a shriek of pain as Emma tried her once more. ‘You sure?’ Emma asked simply, and Melissa this time admitted her submission crying out ‘yes, yes, yes! I submit!’

Ten minutes remained in a marathon contest, and now the score was tied up at 4-4. It was hard to see who held the overall advantage at this point as both women lay on the mats alongside each other in the sunshine. Both ladies were now bathed in sweat, both breathing heavily and looking the worse for the wear as their bodies showed the effects of the gruelling battle. One good controlling hold was probably going to see someone win it now, and both women wisely started to roll apart, perhaps looking to deny the other the chance of a cheap pinning position which may just win them the fight.

Slowly, both women started to get back to their knees, looking to join the battle for one last submission. Emma got to her feet first and in a fatigued state, she rushed straight into a hard punch to the stomach from Melissa. Still kneeling, the blonde managed to drive an elbow into Emma’s stomach as a follow up, and she dropped Emma to her knees with it, the air driven from her body. That was a tough one to take so late in the fight though she looked to fire back with a slap to Melissa’s breasts, but the blonde brushed that aside and sunk another right hand into Emma’s belly. Again, it proved that while Melissa might not hit hard, she hit effectively, winding Emma late on in a war of attrition that the two ladies had taken part in. Having caught Emma a telling blow late on in the match, now Melissa struck fast and hard, going low with two more punches that were borderline crotch shots. Not that it was illegal for her to do that, but she was showing great catty instincts as the fight went on. Those instincts looked like taking her to another lead too as she had Emma floored, though she used Emma’s auburn hair to drag her to a seated position.

For a moment, the wrestler in Melissa took over as she tied Emma up in a sleeper hold and body scissor combination there on the mat, quickly forcing Emma to a semi lying position between her legs. Melissa positioned her legs carefully now, feet rubbing in Emma’s crotch while she made sure her thighs were tight around Emma’s short rib before she really started to put the squeeze on her. The immediate concern for Emma perhaps was the sleeper hold which was tightly and very well applied by Melissa. Her arms went to Melissa’s now, looking to pull them away from her throat, but after almost one hour of fighting, Melissa’s cruel body punches had sapped her strength it seemed, her attempts having no real impact on the tight grasp. Now Emma gasped, she had desperately tried to tuck in her chin just to alleviate the very worst of the hold. Melissa had slowly and carefully worked her arms in though, each movement tightening her grasp as the powerfully grip slowly closed in on Emma. Now Emma let out a loud groan of frustration and pain, and Melissa, timing it to perfection, flexed her thighs, bringing her full power to bear on Emma as she stopped her from refilling her lungs now.

Emma grew frantic in the hold, knowing that she needed to escape, but there was no way out of it as far as I could tell. She scratched at Melissa’s thighs now, perhaps hoping that would allow her to force her way out. The blonde held firm now, patiently grinding away at Emma as she did, and soon Emma was moaning and groaning in pain on the mat. She was a spent force it seemed, not quite able to muster the strength to escape, but not keen to surrender to the smaller blonde this late in the match. Melissa asked her now ‘do you submit Emma?’ as she cranked in the sleeper tightly.

‘No……I won’t’ Emma rasped out in reply as she desperately tried to resist Melissa’s tight combination hold.

‘You will’ Melissa almost whispered in Emma’s ear now as she worked the holds again, ratcheting up the pressure as Emma moaned once more in her grasp. ‘Now, are you sure Emma?’ Melissa asked evenly once more, ‘do you submit?’

‘No……...I……...no’ Emma moaned only to wail in pain as she felt Melissa’s thighs crush her body once more. ‘Ooooowwwwww! Yes……. I submit, I submit!’

‘The match?’ Melissa asked her although it wasn’t technically part of the rules. ‘Submit the match Emma?’ she enquired.

‘I submit!’ Emma moaned once more in response. There was scant time left in the contest now it seemed anyway, but Melissa wasn’t for budging on her request.

‘Submit what Emma?’ Melissa asked again, not easing up on the beaten auburn-haired fighter.

‘The match!’ Emma finally admitted ‘I submit the match!’ she repeated as she rolled clear of Melissa after the blonde released her combination of holds. Again, both women lay exhausted on the mats following the long and intense struggle, their naked bodies glistening with sweat. Melissa’s face was lit up by a smile of pure excitement at having won the fight while Emma’s wore the look of desolation that only losing such a hard fought and close match could generate. There was technically two minutes remaining in the bout, but Emma’s admission of defeat had ended it early, 5-4 in Melissa’s favour. And now the two women hugged, kneeling on the mats, both silent as they needed no words in this moment before they headed for the house, leaving me sat in the garden, enjoying the sun marvelling at the contest I had just watched.

A little while later, the two women rejoined me out on the lawn. Now they looked somewhat refreshed and there was already talk of a rematch in the air between them. ‘Maybe when it’s not so hot?’ Melissa suggested as Emma readily agreed to that idea. It seemed to me that in this contest, Melissa had handled the heat the better of the two and had worn Emma out over the course of the long match. She had also displayed some skills though that made me think that she wouldn’t be a walk over should the two meet again in the future though. At this point, I didn’t think I’d like to have to call it.