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Back To The Start
By Wolfboy
Emma continues her comeback by taking on her first ever opponent in a rematch
If there was something that Emma’s eventual return to action against Sara had proven it was that while the fighting sprit was still there, she perhaps needed some more matches under her belt before she might be ready for Staci. So the test really was to find a challenge that would interest Emma, provide a healthy level of competition, test her, and most of all, get her ready for that eventuality. As I considered possible opponents, one thing came to my mind; what about a fight with a previous opponent? Could I find someone for Emma to take on another time?
Several possibilities came to mind. Alana Seddon, a regular and friendly rival of Emma’s in the past. Abbie Clarke-Johnson, the tough older woman who had surprised Emma before a victory in their return match for Emma. Perhaps even a rematch with Becky Sands, the daughter of Shelly. All of those felt like possibilities to my mind, but each fell away one by one. Alana was carrying an injury from her work as a P.E. teacher at the moment, which she explained was probably going to keep her out of action for a little while. Abbie said that she’d like nothing better, but having emigrated to South Africa, it wasn’t going to be easy for us to put that together logistically in time. The last of my options, Becky, was pregnant. I was hitting 0 for 3 so far as I looked for the right option. Lady Amelia I wondered about, but she and Emma were probably too close for that to work. If I only I could find someone to rekindle the excitement of the first match for Emma…...and there it was. First match; was Jane Dodds, her opponent from that day still fighting I wondered? A little while later, I had the answer; yes she was. Now Jane Kingswood, she’d continued as a private catfighter who had put together a reasonable record over the years since she had met Emma in the ring in Debbie’s basement.
‘Of course I remember you both!’ Jane had said when I’d made contact to see if she was up for a rematch. ‘Andy still doesn’t believe me when I tell him I fought Emma. We watch all of her fights, we’re both big fans now to be honest. Is she OK? We’ve not seen her in action lately?’ she asked.
‘Well, she’s just fine. But it’s taken her a while to really feel like getting back to it’ I admitted. ‘And I was kind of wondering, would you take her on again?’ I asked her as I continued, ‘I’m trying to rekindle the excitement of fighting for her and I thought a rematch with her first opponent might do it.’
‘Ha! You might be on to something there’ Jane admitted. ‘I’ve done that after a bad defeat before. It doesn’t hurt to search for someone that you’ve got history with in that situation’ she admitted. ‘Look, she’ll probably kick my arse because I can see the type of girls she’s fighting...but, Andy would love it, so I’m game if we can work out some rules that mean I don’t get my arse kicked too badly.’ Jane offered.
‘Well, we’re open to more or less anything in rules Jane’ I told her, ‘so feel free to suggest what you want, and lets take it from there?’ I suggested.
‘Will do Steve’ she had replied. ‘Look, let me think about it for a couple of days, and I’ll come back to you.’
It had turned out to be quite an easy match to make. Jane had come back to me in a couple of hours rather than a couple of days with her suggestions. ‘Emma’s basically a professional fighter and I’ve seen her in some real brawls. I don’t want that, so slaps only to the face. I don’t mind body punching, kicking to the legs while we’re standing. No long nails. Anything else is fair game I think. And how about a good old fashioned strip fight? Three items of clothing and you can only win when your opponent is nude. Clothes can be stripped and you lose an item if you submit. Two minutes between falls until a naked lady gives up?’ she had said.
‘It sounds fine’ I agreed, ‘I’ll let you and Emma talk over the finer details together I guess, but it works I think. So should we come to you, or do you want to come here Jane?’ I asked.
‘Come to us Steve, we’re all set up here’ Jane told me. ‘I’ve got an apartment fight area that’s permanently set up and I’ll love showing it to you both.’
‘Perfect; we’ll see you on Saturday then!’ I replied.
And indeed we did for an evening catfight at Jane and Andy’s house where there was an upstairs room converted to look like a second lounge. A lounge with a different purpose to usual though as it was set up entirely with apartment catfighting in mind. Sofas lined two walls with two plush arm chairs beneath the window at the far end of the room where Andy and I sat, waiting for the two ladies to appear. The floor was covered in soft mats which were then covered in turn by a plush, deep pile carpet, fitting the apartment theme perfectly. The wall opposite the chairs was bare, the door set unusually to open out of the room so that there was no danger of it getting in the way. All in all, a nicely thought out set up for catfighting. One that was enlivened further as both Emma and Jane, having changed for the match in separate upstairs rooms entered it. They were both looking ready to fight it seemed to me. Jane may have questioned if she could really hang with Emma a little when we had spoken, but she looked confident enough now, as did Emma. I also noticed Jane putting a strap-on down on one of the sofas before she came to stand on the mats with Emma.
‘So we’re going to put on a bit of a catfight show for you two’ Jane told us both. ‘So today, neither of you need to act as seconds, you can just watch’ she continued.
‘That’s right’ Emma picked up. ‘We thought you’d both enjoy it more that way. You know the rules that we agreed to pretty much were for a strip fight with only slaps allowed to the face, kicking to the legs when standing, and the first to force a naked opponent to submit wins.’ Emma finished, allowing Jane to go on.
‘We’re allowed to strip clothing during the fight, and we will lose an item of clothing if we submit at any point as well. There will be two minutes between the falls, so we will need one of you to keep check on that please’ Jane smiled.
‘We did agree on one extra rule’ Emma picked up now. ‘It’s evident that I’m more a professional catfighter while Jane has stayed in the amateur recreational catfighting world. To even that up a little potentially, if Jane gets a submission, she’s allowed to fuck me before the break begins, hence the strap-on’ Emma smiled. ‘I could see you both wondering…’
Leaving that hanging in the air, both ladies took of their robes now to reveal similar, but not identical outfits. Emma wore a black fishnet body stocking with halter neck fastening over a maroon lace bra and matching thong. Jane had gone for a white body stocking in the same style, worn over a pair or royal blue lace booty shorts and a matching lace bra. Each had their nails short, painted to match their lingerie colour for the fight. Hair was worn loose too, Emma’s flowing auburn hair easy enough to grab, perhaps a couple of inches longer than Jane’s brunette curls. Now it was time for introductions, Emma going first.
‘I’m Emma Baines. I’m 5 feet 10 inches tall. I’m 178lbs and I measure 40E-29-38. I’m 40 years old and I have a record of 54 wins and 20 losses.’ she told us.
‘And I’m Jane Kingswood. I’m 5 feet 9 inches tall. I weigh 173lbs and I measure 38DD-27-38. I’m 42 years old and I have 33 wins and 16 defeats’ Jane finished off as she asked Emma ‘ready?’ Emma nodded her agreement and the two ladies started to circle a little casually at first, neither really looking to attack for a moment. That changed rapidly though with a collision of two solidly built, curvy fighters at the centre of the matted area, body to body, one hand quickly in the other’s hair while their other hand looked to make short work of those fishnet body stockings. There was no attempt to really break free or control the other, they were both equally intent on ripping the fishnet suits almost like they were a hindrance that needed to be dealt with quickly. Then Jane yelped in a little surprise as Emma got a standing crotch grab on her for a moment, her eyes going a little wider in recognition of the sudden pain. In turn, she closed a hand over Emma’s right breast, squeezing hard, forcing Emma to moan just a little. Both still held a handful of hair, and now each started to work on that, forcing the other’s head back a little as each tightened their grasp. Still, there was no early attempt to break free, each happy to stand body to body, barely an inch between them, each working the hair and their respective mauling holds. It was Emma then who moved on from it first, slipping a short punch into the brunette’s body and using her long hair to reel her into a side headlock.
A crank on the headlock saw Jane drop to a knee, wrapping her arms around Emma’s waist as she did so to squeeze Emma in return. Another crank on that headlock forced Jane to groan, stopped her from squeezing back for a moment, and Emma took advantage, forcing Jane to her feet before sending her up and over to the mat. Jane landed hard and found Emma laying across her pretty quickly, working on that headlock once more, but the brunette was also looking for a way out as she landed a punch of her own into Emma’s stomach now. Emma took it, but she shifted position to make sure that Jane couldn’t repeat the move before slowly forcing her to a knee, still in the headlock. I suspected Emma’s plan was to bring Jane to her feet and tire her by sending her up and over her hip again, but Jane had a plan for that, getting her hand between Emma’s legs for a bit of pussy mauling of her own now. Emma shrieked in a little surprise as she felt Jane’s fingers inside her thong, starting to test her a little. She cranked on the headlock, but, aware that Jane was able to punish her pretty effectively with the maul, turned the headlock loose and slapped her face hard, twice, before skipping clear.
Jane shook that off and got herself back on her feet, starting to circle with Emma now. ‘You still hit hard I see…’ she told Emma who smiled and just told her ‘harder, I think?’ before the two got back to it, quickly ripping at the front of each other’s fishnet body stockings, and again there was little attempt to control the other woman as the sound of ripping filled the room for now. Bodies were alternatively pressed together, then came apart for more ripping, as first Jane’s and then Emma’s body stockings essentially disintegrated down to little more than very poorly held up stockings. Then Emma surprised Jane again, going straight for a double breast claw, using the strong grip to force the brunette on to the sofa on her back. Emma swarmed in on top of her too, and the first fall suddenly got serious there on the sofa as she used a handful of hair to bring Jane’s face into her crotch as she straddled her, sat high on her DD breasts. A reach back let Emma send a punch into Jane’s stomach, then both hands were in the brunette’s locks, pulling her face in for a deep pussy smother. It was the kind of move that would be enough to force a submission from most women, and Jane was no exception, holding out for a moment before she tapped at the sofa to submit. 1-0 to Emma who sportingly checked that Jane was OK before she went back to the opposite sofa for her first break. Having submitted, Jane was removing her body stocking in line with the rules; removing what was left of it anyway. Over on her sofa, Emma was doing the same, foregoing a very minor advantage if might have given her, as she knew the shredded garment was on the verge of falling off anyway.
It was with equal amounts of clothing then that Emma and Jane rejoined battle after the 2 minute break. The paradox of the bout then became clear to me; Emma had agreed to rules that gave Jane a chance at all times. Regardless of how the action was going, if Jane could get Emma naked, she only had to force one submission at that time and she would claim the match. It had Emma dialled right in, focussed as fall two started with her warming Jane’s face with a stinging slap. ‘Bitch’ Jane moaned, well natured enough as she added ‘you might be right about hitting harder.’ But she tried to fight back too, a slap cracking off Emma’s face as Jane narrowly failed also to get a good grasp of auburn hair, allowing Emma to just dodge out of range. Again, the two ladies didn’t spend too long at distance, Emma getting a double handful of hair and forcing Jane back to that open walled section of the room with the grip. In response though, Jane showed she was no slouch, two hands locked behind Emma’s head, laced through her hair, trying to force her face into a breast smother. Emma fought against that hard, resisting the attempt as Jane sent a kick into her left thigh, a short, painful blow as she looked to slow Emma up a little. Another pull on the head now, Emma resisting again but now releasing one hand out of Jane’s hair to deliver a slap to the belly, perhaps a sign that she was worried about Jane’s ability to force her into that smother. Instead, the brunette had a plan, delivering another kick as she switched to push Emma hard in the chest, the combination enough to send her tumbling on her backside to the mat.
Jane went on the attack, a front headlock on Emma who was seated, giving the brunette a real chance to ratchet up the pressure in the hold now. Trouble then for my wife early in fall two, caught in a choking grasp here. Caught and evidently feeling it as she groaned ‘mmmnngghhh’ as she felt Jane’s arm sinking in tight around her throat. ‘Submit?’ Jane asked before telling her more assertively ‘submit and let me fuck you!’
‘No way!’ Emma rasped, but Jane used that height advantage over a seated opponent to really ramp up the pressure for the moment now, and Emma’s hand came close to her thigh as if she might tap out. Instead though, she had spotted the chance for a crotch grab on Jane, getting her fingers inside those blue booty shorts to indulge in some more pussy mauling. Now it was Jane who groaned in some discomfort as Emma started to do her worst inside those shorts. She wrenched up on the headlock once more in return, tightening the hold to test Emma now. Emma let out a moan again as she felt the tight hold starting to close in on her perhaps, but a shriek from Jane confirmed that Emma’s fingers had found their mark totally now in return. Now Emma, her fingers mauling her opponent’s pussy, felt the headlock lose just a little bit of impetus as Jane’s thoughts turned to defence instead of attack, but she wasn’t able to get away and she moaned again ‘OWWWW! My pussy!’ as a wave of pain was delivered expertly by Emma who invited her ‘submit Jane?’ as she worked her fingers again.
Now the ailing brunette let out another cry of pain, then she had to admit her submission to Emma for a second time in relatively short order. Again, Emma just made sure that she was OK before going back to her sofa, leaving Jane to adjust her lacy booty shorts now before she too headed back to her sofa. ‘You’re kicking my arse!’ she laughed in Emma’s direction as she unfastened and removed her bra having lost a second fall.
‘Hardly’ Emma smiled, ‘that headlock was good. My guess is that you finish a few girls off with that?’ she asked.
‘Well, it’s been known’ Jane admitted. ‘It works well on the inexperienced ones especially’ she shrugged.
‘That I can definitely believe’ Emma told her as the two started to stir for the start of a third session. Jane was topless, Emma still wearing thong and bra, still largely untouched by the action so far as she went back to the centre of the mats, almost challenging Jane to come and join her and duel body to body there once more. If Jane feared she was outgunned, she certainly didn’t show it as she accepted the challenge, pressing her bare breasts into Emma’s, still encased in maroon lace. Both ladies locked into the other’s hair now, with both hands and they tried to force each other back around the mats. Emma had a slight height advantage, but there was no real power advantage to be determined, leaving the action in what looked to be very much a stalemate before Jane showed a spot of initiative and took advantage with an eye rake. Shrewdly, she unclasped Emma’s bra, removing the maroon garment with a flourish before a big forearm smash to the breasts threatened to put Emma on to one of the sofas. She resisted that, but Jane took that front headlock again, leading Emma back onto the mats before going with a knee to the body that saw Emma sag visibly in the hold. Trouble maybe as Jane repeated the move, the knee striking up into the body of Emma before she really cranked up on the front headlock again. Little doubt then that it was Jane’s best hold, but could she force Emma to submit to it?
Maybe, but right now it was at least wearing Emma down a little as she took a third knee to the body, putting her on her knees. Now Jane spread her legs a little and ramped up the pressure even more on the hold, causing Emma to gasp with pain. Emma responded, grabbing her booty shorts now, and quickly pulling them down to expose Jane’s pussy and a quite impressive thatch of pubic hair as the royal blue lace garment was dropped to her feet. She stepped out of it, content to keep working Emma in the hold; Emma spotted a chance to counter though, getting her fingers in Jane’s bush and pulling hard. Once again, it was a close quarters battle of wills, now with the added jeopardy for Jane who was naked. If she was forced to submit, the fight was over. Emma knew it and pulled hard at her bush once more, drawing a high pitched shriek from the brunette who was feeling it. But so was Emma, unable to get her way free of Jane’s powerful choking grasp, at least until Jane broke it herself and hammered Emma with a double fisted blow across the shoulders.
Emma was dropped to all fours for the time being, but not for long as Jane realised this to be her best shot so far to get into the fight. She forced Emma back to her feet and used another big forearm smash to the breasts that rocked Emma back to the walled area. A double breast claw from Jane brought a look of pain to Emma’s face, and she seemed to be in trouble for a moment before she went for the same move herself. Again that two ladies locked eyes to see who was struggling the most, but once again, Jane showed her ability to keep Emma off balance with a stinging slap to the face, another eye rake, and then a powerful body slam back at the centre of the room. ‘Aaaaggggh!’ Emma groaned as she took that hard impact on the mats, less forgiving perhaps than a ring would have been. She was up against it suddenly; amateur fighter or not, Jane had an opening that she might be able to take advantage of as she waited behind Emma , lurking out of her sight as she slowly rose. Immediately, as Emma found her feet, Jane waist locked her and lifted her into a pussy pounding atomic drop, drawing a howl of pain from Emma as she was pushed off Jane’s knee back to the mat.
I wondered if the brunette might go back to the front headlock now, to punish Emma more, but instead, she identified a chance to force a submission here, sitting on Emma’s face in a reverse face sit. As effective as the front headlock had seemed, there was nothing more effective than having a 173lb woman sat squarely on her face to force a submission. Naked ass and pussy covering Emma’s face, Jane had control. A slap across the breasts set them swinging for a second before Jane dropped a hard punch into Emma’s belly button. Effective in driving the air out of Emma’s lungs, but now it was a minor part of Emma’s problems as Jane reached forward, still keeping her ass firmly planted on Emma’s face to get a hand inside her lace thong and apply a pussy claw. Following so soon after the impressive atomic drop, this was surely a step too far for Emma to resist the concerted pussy punishment. Her cries of pain were clearly heard despite Jane’s ass on her face; a groan too as the brunette belly punched her again without breaking off the claw hold. ‘I submit!’ Emma moaned, ‘I submit!’ and as Jane rose off her we reached an unusual point of the match. Because of the rules agreed before hand, now Jane would get to fuck Emma right there on the mats before the rest period between falls would start. Jane had the strap on applied pretty quickly, coming back to the mat to take Emma’s thong, telling her ‘I’ll take those now!’ as she threw them from the mats.
Emma would face the next fall naked then, as would Jane, in a session that would ultimately get to decide the winner. But first, Jane would fuck Emma and she had a pretty good idea of exactly how she wanted to do that, Emma on her hands and knees, close to and looking directly at Jane’s husband, Andy. And no ceremony at all, she thrust the strap on in to Emma from behind and she was going to fuck her hard, her thrusts slamming her body into Emma's as she pulled back on Emma’s hair with one hand just to make sure she was looking exactly where she wanted her to be. Emma had gasped with surprise as she’d felt the strap on enter her, now she moaned, equal parts pain and pleasure almost as Jane’s rough fucking quickly had her caught up in it. ‘You like that Emma?’ Jane teased, just breaking her tempo for a moment before she picked up again, thrusting hard and fast as Emma cried out again, starting to approach a climax there was little doubt. ‘Mmmhmmm’ Emma groaned, ‘OHHHHHH…...you bitch!’ she protested, but she’d set herself up for this and Jane was fully taking advantage of it, slapping her ass as if she’d paid for it as Emma howled, more in pleasure now. ‘MMMNNNN…...OOOOHHHHH…..AIIIEEEE!’ she squealed, almost there and then Jane got a double handful of her hair, pulled back hard and the combined sensations pushed Emma to the edge, a loud, screaming orgasm that Andy most definitely had the front row seat for. Jane was done with her now, letting Emma collapse back to the mat for a moment with a slap of the ass once more.
‘Break starts now Emma’ Jane remarked casually as she sat back on the sofa, suspecting she might just have secured herself something of an edge for the final fall. ‘Fine…’ Emma said from her position, still face down on the mats where she had dropped to after her fucking. She might have been questioning the logic of her decision to allow that as a stipulation. She looked calm enough though as she got up and headed to the other sofa about mid way through the break; I mean, she was hot and sweaty, her hair was a mess, her ass a little red where Jane had enthusiastically pawed her, but also I looked in her eyes and there, I saw no sign of panic. She would be ready for the next fall which would be the end of the fight despite Emma holding a 2-1 lead. With both ladies naked now, if Jane could repeat her performance of the last fall, she would win the bout, and probably fuck Emma again!
As the two ladies stood for this fourth session, the look on Emma’s face suggested it was very unlikely to happen. She’d been caught out once though, and Jane wore a slightly more confident expression as she asked Emma ‘did you enjoy your fucking Emma?’ quite conversationally.
‘Yes, thank you’ Emma smiled ‘just the way I like it…’ she continued before showing her speed to sting Jane’s face with a fast right hand slap. Again now, the two ladies came together in the centre of the mats, a tangle of hair pulling and naked bodies twisted together in a perfectly feminine clinch. Emma slapped Jane’s ass now, the brunette pawed and squeezed hers in return, their breasts challenged each other’s too, a battle that Emma just about seemed to be winning. Then Jane kicked her low, to the inside of the calf, just enough to destabilise her for a second and allow the brunette to push her back towards the wall a couple of paces. Emma reset her feet, and she wasted no time in asserting an element of control as she took the chance to deliver a knee lift to the belly to drive the wind out of Jane. Emma could have pressed in with some more heavy hitting attacks, but she preferred to take a double nipple twist on the brunette instead now, challenging her ‘come on Jane, lets tit fight!’
Jane was already moaning a little from Emma’s well applied nipple twister, but she took the challenge, latching on to Emma immediately with a nasty twist and pull on both nipples. Now Emma gasped for a moment before her steely glare returned and both women tried to bully the other around the matted area by their breast holds. Now it seemed Emma was having the best of that, adding a twist to Jane’s already tortured nipples, forcing a surprised shriek from the brunette as she started to find herself bullied back towards the wall once more. Emma could see just the first hint of weakness, of self doubt, starting to creep in to Jane’s eyes now as the brunette redoubled her efforts on Emma’s breasts and saw no effect from it register on Emma’s face. Her back hit the wall now, and Jane tried to react quickly, delivering a flurry of slaps to the top of Emma’s breasts, a stinging swarm of slaps, but one that Emma held firm against, then strengthened her torturous attack on the brunette’s nipples. ‘Aaaaaggghhh! My tits!’ Jane cried out, and then tried to deliver another fast flurry of slaps. This time, Emma cut her off, rocking her with a stinging slap to the face, and as Jane reeled from that, a graceful monkey flip sent her cartwheeling across the room to land heavily on the mats. Mats that were unforgiving enough, as was Emma who followed in quickly with a big full body splash to crush the air out of Jane’s lungs. Where the result had seemed in doubt at the beginning of this fall, Emma now had things fully under control, dragging Jane up from the mat with a handful of hair and a solid grip of her right breast.
Jane tried to force Emma off with a right hand to the body, but now Emma shrugged it off, before lifting Jane with some ease to deliver an across the knee back breaker. Jane groaned as Emma slapped her belly hard before pushing the ailing brunette off her knee to the mat. Jane was almost done, and Emma went to her hair with the intent, it seemed, to guide her into a standing head scissors. Then Emma told her ‘remember this one Jane?’ as she waist locked her and seamlessly muscled the 173lb brunette up into a hanging back breaker across the shoulder. Adjusting her grip slightly so that her hands were locked over Jane’s breasts now, Emma started to walk her around the mats as she asked her ‘submit Jane?’
‘Nooo! Aaaaaggghhh!’ Jane replied, struggling with the painful hold, in big trouble as she hung in there desperately. Emma had one more move in store for her though as she dropped to her knees now, jarring Jane’s back across her shoulder as she landed, drawing a further shriek of pain that turned into a low moan as Emma maintained the back breaker. ‘Give up Jane!’ Emma implored, determined it seemed to finish her off in the same way she had in their first match so many years earlier. ‘I…...I’ Jane groaned, the words choked off for the briefest moment by a cry of pain before she admitted it ‘I submit!’ and the match was over, Emma inviting Andy onto the mats to help her put his wife down as gently as possible from the torturous hold, rather than simply dropping her hard to the mats.
Emma was pleased to have won, but she made sure her opponent was OK before she came to celebrate with me. A little while later, over drinks as they talked through the match, Jane told Emma ‘I was right. I think you are a bit out of my league these days. But I did still enjoy taking you on again.’
‘Don’t do yourself down too much Jane’ Emma smiled. ‘You had me in trouble plenty of times and you got a submission. You’re not all that far short of of the professional catfighters. A lot of them are just women who enjoy fighting and just realised that they could make some money from it, that’s all I am really’ she told Jane.
‘Really?’ Jane asked, going on ‘guess I’d not really thought of it that way’ she admitted. ‘I do have one question’ she said ‘why the stipulation that I could fuck you if I won a submission?’ Jane asked Emma, pointing out ‘that was something you asked for to be included after all?’
‘Well to be honest’ Emma said, ‘I’ve seen more of that starting to come into professional catfighting. A lot of the newer girls will use sex in matches if they can to their advantage. It’s not prevalent yet, but I can see it becoming more of a thing. If I want to get back to the top, I think I’m going to have to embrace it more, but it’s not so natural to me. So a private match like this was a perfect way to test myself. And frankly, I read some stuff about your matches Jane, and I knew you’d used the strap-on very effectively from what some opponents were saying’ she told her.
‘So…...did you let me win that fall so that you could test yourself?’ Jane asked her.
‘Not at all’ Emma smiled. ‘You earned that fair and square Jane, I’d have happily won without getting fucked. Lets just call that a bonus, to help me on my way back to the title’ she laughed.