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An Honourable Woman
By Wolfboy
Emma looks to expand her fighting style as she takes on Suki Yammamoto
It had been on our journey back home after she had taken on Jane that Emma had said to me, ‘this Suki Yammamoto match that we’ve had on the table for a while Steve; strikes me that she’s a perfect opponent for me to explore this more sexual fighting style with wouldn’t you say? I mean we’ve see her and her girl fight, and you can tell that it’s their go to style can’t you?’ Emma said.
‘Oh, there’s no question at all that Suki has that style down to a tee Em’ I admitted, having taken in some of her more recent contests while scouting her as a potential opponent. ‘The thing is, I think she wants you for a fight because she’s looking to take on a strong Dutch girl soon’ I told Emma.
‘Well, maybe we can set ourselves up a little private encounter?’ Emma suggested. ‘It sounds as if we both have something to offer the other after all. See if you can set it up Steve.’ she asked me.
And I had been able to do that quite easily. Yuki was due to defend her lightweight title for the first time against Miss V in just a couple of weeks time, so the Yammamotos would be heading back to the UK shortly. Suki agreed to meet Emma in the week before that, leaving quite limited time to prepare. There was a quick phone call between the two to set up rules, Suki telling Emma that she was ‘honoured’ to take on such a great catfighter. Emma explained that she understood the way Suki sometimes used sex to strengthen in her hand in the ring, and wanted to test herself that way, thinking it was starting to become a more prevalent style. Suki agreed with Emma telling her ‘cross over fighters, sex fighters who can catfight and the other way around, they can be very dangerous and powerful opponents!’ Suki explained to Emma that Sonja had humiliated her badly early in her career, and that she knew the Dutch woman to be a powerful and well established fighter now. She wanted a test against a stronger woman to help her strategise for Sonja. ‘Well I think I can help you there’ Emma admitted ‘in fact, it sounds like we can both help each other here Suki?’ she suggested.
‘Hai! It seems that way’ the Japanese woman told Emma. ‘We can reach an honourable agreement I think. We will fight with sexual attacks allowed and catfighting too. Submissions only, an orgasm can’t count as a submission but can weaken an opponent. Best of 3 falls?’ she put forward.
‘A very honourable agreement Suki. I think that sounds exactly what we both need. And no time limit of course?’ Emma asked.
‘No time limit’ Suki agreed. ‘One of us will be a decisive winner. Anything goes too?’ Suki asked, evidently wanting a stern test.
‘Yes if you wish. And no holes barred either!’ Emma laughed, Suki joining in as she appreciated just what Emma was suggesting.
‘Indeed’ the Japanese woman agreed, ‘we will start as friends, we will finish as friends, but we will be enemies in the ring’ Suki smiled. Then she suggested ‘I don’t often get to fight in lingerie Emma and I believe it’s Sonja’s chosen style. Could we do that in this match, but with crotchless panties Emma?’
‘I can go along with that idea Suki’ Emma agreed. ‘And I think it goes without saying that we should have this match somewhere private I think. How does that sound?’ she asked the Japanese woman.
‘Agreed’ Suki said ‘a private ring match it is then!’
Emma had said that she would find a suitable private venue without too much trouble, and so the phone call ended with both ladies parting on good terms, happy with what was suggested and looking forward to testing each other. Emma could indeed find the perfect venue for the match to take place too, talking to Lisa King who she had helped train for her catfighting debut, and securing her training base, which contained a pro style ring, for the match. ‘The caretaker will let us in and leave us the keys Steve. We just have to let him know when we’re done, lock up and pop the keys through the letterbox. He’ll come by and collect them later. It looks like the perfect venue. It’s a small ring, but that’s fine, it’ll save us time looking for each other to fight’ she shrugged.
It was indeed a pretty perfect location for the match to take place. Private certainly, with suitable facilities for the two ladies to get at each other. Both had elected to change at ringside in to their fight gear, Suki in her corner with her daughter Yuki, the Smythe Lightweight champion, there to act as her second, while Emma and I were on the opposite side of the ring. A chance then for some last minute tactical discussions on both sides of the equation. ‘Watch her carefully Em’ was my main advice, recalling Claire’s view that perhaps Suki would have an ulterior motive here. It hadn’t seemed that way in the build up, but it made no sense to ignore the possibility completely. ‘And remember’ I advised her ‘absolutely nothing is off limits once you get started here. She’s a dangerous fighter’ I finished.
‘I know Steve. I’ve seen her fight too’ Emma admitted, going on ‘exciting, isn’t it!’ the look on her face telling me that was very switched on by this fight. She stood there now, smoothing her chosen lingerie in to place across her curvaceous body, a deep sea green slashed and cropped cami top that revealed more than it covered up, matching crotchless booty shorts, and a pair of shimmering nude hold up stockings. I knew from her discussions with me that she fully intended to invite the sexual action in the match, and her choice of outfit, with little covered seemed to confirm that intention.
Across the ring, Suki exchanged a quick hug with Yuki and climbed up on to the ring apron, wiping her stockinged feet there before ducking through the ropes. The Japanese woman wore stockings, suspender belt, sheer bra and crotchless panties all in her evidently trademark baby blue colour. As she leaned against her corner, Emma now entered the ring as well, looking spectacular with her auburn hair cascading on to the sea green fabric of her slashed cami top. ‘Very nice’ Suki commented appreciatively from her corner, coming to the centre of the ring to shake hands with Emma, bowing slightly as she did so. It appeared that there would be no introductions here, though I knew Suki at 5 feet 6 inches, 135lbs and 34C-25-36, with her record of 57 wins and 12 losses was giving up height and weight, but no experience to Emma who was the younger woman by 5 years here. At 5 feet 10 inches, 172lbs, 40E-29-38 and boasting a record of 55 wins and 20 losses, Emma was Amazonian compared to Suki. I had no doubt the Japanese woman would have plenty of plans to cut Emma down to size if she could though.
‘Ready?’ Suki asked; ‘ready’ Emma nodded, no further ado, the match was underway quickly, Suki rushing Emma back to the ropes and trying to fire her off to the opposite ropes. Emma reversed, swung a clothesline for the Japanese woman who ducked it, and turned quickly to jump up on Emma’s back trying for a quick sleeper hold. She got it locked in just about before Emma ran her back in to the turnbuckles, and it was Emma who had fared slightly the better in the opening exchange. She draped Suki’s arms across the top rope now, and lashed a stinging chop across her breasts, still covered of course by her sheer bra. Suki groaned, grabbed for her breasts, and Emma immediately put her arms back on the top rope, lining up another chop. This time, Suki showed her speed though, blocking and getting Emma’s back to the buckles with a quick grab of the hair before a short right hand to the forehead rocked Emma a little. A chop followed across the breasts, a stinging blow with a report that filled the ring room with it’s sound, paying back Emma for her earlier chop. Instantly now, Suki pressed body to body with Emma, her mouth finding a nipple through that slashed cami top, sucking on that as her fingers found Emma’s pussy, an open target in her crotchless booty shorts. Emma moaned, evidently finding Suki’s touch to be quite effective but she was able to push the Japanese woman away using her size and power advantage.
Suki smiled, knowing that it was unlikely that she would get to Emma so quickly, and the two circled, Emma remarking ‘I can see I need to watch you…’ as they did so. Again, Suki tried to use her speed now, diving for Emma’s legs and looking to tackle her down to the mat. This was definitely not a move destined to work so well with a powerful woman like Emma who took the advantage offered to her, trapping a kneeling Suki in a front headlock herself, and dropping to her knees to start flattening the Japanese to the canvas. Suki was a well trained wrestler though, and she was fast to reverse out of the hold and into a hammerlock as it was she instead who forced Emma flat to the mat on her belly. Emma groaned too as she felt Suki ratchet up the pressure on the hammerlock, then she complained ‘hey!’ as Suki slapped and then squeezed her ass. But it was all fair, the Japanese woman perhaps trying to soften Emma up early on for one of her favoured sexual attacks. She may have been contemplating that, but Emma could wrestle too, and now she managed to just reverse the pressure on the hammerlock and then use her free hand to grab Suki’s hair to pull the surprised Japanese woman into a tight chin lock down on the mat. Her arm free of the hammerlock, Emma was straight on to the attack, a hand inside Suki’s bra, working the nipple sensually as the jet haired Japanese woman purred in approval of the move.
I’d not seen this side of Emma before in a catfight as she leaned in to kiss Suki’s neck now, clearly quite serious about this desire to learn how to fight in a more sexual style. She was working Suki pretty well as her chin lock slipped into more of a choke. Satisfied too that she had Suki’s nipple stiffened nicely, she kissed her neck again, a long, lingering kiss before she dug her nails into that nipple now, causing Suki to shriek in pain. ‘Submit?’ Emma asked, but the Japanese woman gritted her teeth and replied ‘no, no way!’ as she took the pain, trying to work her way out of the hold. As was the nature of the fight, with the position of their two bodies so close together, Suki was able to find an option to attack once again though, fingers inside Emma’s booty shorts for a second time, starting to finger fuck her slowly, perhaps just hoping to distract Emma a little. To no avail it seemed at first, Emma continuing to choke and maul Mrs Yammamoto, even leaning in to kiss her neck again. Then a tell tale whimper from Emma, the suggestion that Suki had hit the mark and was suddenly starting to work her fingers inside Emma with more abandon, and Emma was forced to break free, looking a little ruffled as she did so.
‘Close!’ Suki beamed now, content that her advances had forced Emma in to that break, but Emma had been capable too of causing Suki some issues with the sex fighting style. And it was Emma who looked to push the contest forward again, moving in quick to catch the Japanese woman with a chop across the breasts before she backed Suki up to the ropes. Now the Japanese fighter showed her cunning with a sharp thrust to the underside of the breasts that rocked Emma for a moment, and Suki tried to take advantage of that, switching Emma’s back to the ropes cleverly. Now she wrapped Emma’s right arm around the top rope quickly before she delivered a sharp right hand, driving her knuckles into Emma’s right breast. Emma groaned a little, taking the punishing blow, and then she found herself Irish Whipped to the opposite ropes by Suki. Emma rebounded, finding the Japanese woman taking to the air to floor her with a perfect drop-kick, stockinged feet catching Emma in the chest. Immediately Suki was in Emma’s auburn hair, forcing her to her feet again, stinging her breasts once more with a fierce chop, before she sent Emma to the ropes with an Irish Whip once more. Suki looked for the drop-kick again, taking to the air, getting that text book perfect extension of her legs as she tried to deliver a telling blow for this round of the fight. She found no target though, Emma clutching the top rope to arrest her own progress, letting Suki drop heavily to the mat. Now it was my wife, her auburn hair flowing, who suddenly was looking to press home an advantage as she delivered a falling headbutt to Suki’s side.
Emma was all business now, peeling Suki from the mat by her hair before securing a crotch hold to lift Suki and drop her across her knee in a back breaker, a telling hold following so quickly on the headbutt. Suki groaned as she was pushed unceremoniously to the mat off Emma’s knee. Emma gave her scant time to recover though, going to a combination of hair and arm to force Suki into a seated position, and then straight in to a seated abdominal stretch. A clever move given her last two moves had impacted Suki’s right side, and now she was torquing that side too as she dug her finger nails into Suki’s body with an abdominal claw. Suki moaned loudly now, feeling it as Emma punished her, and once again started to kiss the Japanese woman’s neck. That was evidently pretty successful too, Suki seeming to be quite captivated by Emma’s lips caressing her skin before she was shaken from her reverie for a moment by a hard slap to the ribs before the claw was reapplied. Suki moaned loudly for a moment before she found her head turned by a good grip of the hair from Emma who kissed her passionately now for a moment to choke off those cries of pain. Emma was here to fight too though, and she surprised Suki again with a cuffing slap around the back of the head before forcing her to her feet. A waist lock followed, into the pussy pounding atomic drop, a piercing shriek of pain from Suki as she felt that impact, and Emma pushed her to the mat, totally in control and looking for the first submission.
She took a leaf out of her rival Sara’s book now, dropping down on to a prone Suki, spreading her legs with some ease in a grapevine, and then planted her big breasts heavily in the Japanese fighter’s face. She didn’t control Suki’s hands though, paying for that a little with some heavy hair pulling now as Suki tried to ease the smother. Emma let out a little groan, though then she told Suki ‘do it harder...I like it!’ before she reached back and started to slowly but surely finger fuck the ailing Japanese woman whose feet drummed at the canvas to no avail. Emma had her trapped, spread, smothered and quite evidently surprised by Emma’s sex fighting prowess now, a howl of pleasure escaping from within Emma’s heavy smother. ‘Aiiieeeee…….ooohhhhh!’ the Japanese fighter protested, turned on despite her best attempts to deny it and ignore the feelings building within her. She pulled hard on Emma’s hair again, Emma purring ‘Mmmmm’ in response, not stopping her finger fucking for a moment as she felt Suki squirm beneath her. ‘Come on Suki, submit!’ Emma demanded, but there was no response from Suki, just another sharp tug on Emma’s auburn hair, another groan from Emma, still her breasts not leaving Suki’s face, her fingers not stopping their work, driving the more experienced sex fighter ever closer to an orgasm. She knew it too, and as I wondered if submission or orgasm would be the first to come from the Japanese fighter, she tapped Emma’s shoulder to concede the first fall. ‘I submit’ she told Emma after sucking in a gulp of air as the smother was broken. A surprise though as Emma looked to get off her, the Japanese fighter’s hand firm on her her shoulder now as she asked ‘please don’t stop!’
So. Emma obliged, her fingers starting their work on Suki’s pussy once more, the Japanese woman reciprocating by starting to lick and suck on Emma’s nipples that hung tantalisingly above her face. A shudder ran through Suki’s body as Emma’s fingers played across her clit for a moment, and she groaned loudly now ‘MMMMMMMMM…..EMMA!’ and then it was a quick rush to a climax, as Suki ceded her mouthful of Emma’s breast to squeal out in delight and ecstasy as she came to end the first fall of action. Emma climbed off her now, pausing only momentarily to plan a lingering kiss on the Japanese catfighter, before she headed back to the corner.
I had to be honest, this was an entirely different style of fighting from Emma, but one that was, so far, proving to be highly effective it seemed. Other than congratulating her on a job well done so far, I could only sound one not of caution as I told her, ‘remember you’re playing her at her own game here Em’
‘I know’ Emma admitted, ‘and I know it’s a risk, but I need to’ she smiled. ‘I want to try and add it to my game if I can. As an option even if it’s not my main strategy. And no better way to learn than against an expert’ she told me.
‘Makes sense’ I told her as she looked to get back in there for round two. ‘Just remember there’s the danger of a fight breaking out in there as well’ I suggested.
She cast a glance back at me as the action was rejoined, throwing me a wink before the second fall got underway, Suki quickly brushing her fingers across Emma’s breasts through her slashed cami top. In response, she briefly grabbed Suki’s right breast, definitely more of a grope than a maul, as round two began with both ladies seeming to demonstrate tendencies that were more sensual than harmful. Back at range, Emma slapped Suki’s face; not a full blooded slap, but one delivered with speed to startle the Japanese woman who found herself bullied back into her own corner by Emma. Below the action, sat in the corner on the outside, Yuki offered some sharp advice, delivered in Japanese to her mother, but Emma brushed aside an attempt to catch her low with a punch to the belly and pressed Suki into the corner. It wasn’t really fair to call it an avalanche splash, it was more that Emma was simply pinning Suki in an upright position in the corner, her voluptuous body pressing Suki in to the turnbuckles, grinding into her. Now she brushed her lips across Suki’s, the Japanese woman expectant to her touch as Emma seemed to be fully embracing the erotic style of the contest. She quickly cut Suki off though, a foot placed firmly in Suki’s belly as she fell back to monkey flip her to the centre of the ring. The most graceful of moves, it ended as so often with an ungainly landing at the centre of the ring and Emma moved in to attack once more as Yuki desperately screeched instructions to her ailing mother.
Instinct took over for the elder Yammamoto now, an attempted crotch claw applied to Emma for the briefest month as Emma pulled her from the mat. Emma let out a quick yelp of surprise, but she quickly had Suki’s hand brushed aside as she roughly whipped her hard, back into her own corner. Suki looked out of it as she hit hard, evidently a little dazed from the impact with the turnbuckles, and Emma used her 172lbs to their best advantage to crush Suki against the buckles with a short avalanche splash. Again now, Emma pressed her curvaceous body into Suki against the turnbuckles, grinding into her, forcing a groan from the Japanese woman as she cupped her left breast while her lips searched for Suki’s again. Now the smaller woman didn’t resist any more, kissing Emma with abandon, breaking only to whimper airily as she felt Emma’s fingers knead her breast once more. It looked like Emma may have conquered the more experienced sex-fighter almost at her own game here as Suki appeared lost in the moment, eyes screwed shut in apparent pleasure so early in this second fall.
Appearances though could be deceptive, and as Yuki screeched ‘Mama! Fight her!!’ Suki swung back into action effectively, trying to turn the tables. Not looking to break Emma’s liplock, she kissed back hard now as her fingers searched for, and then found, Emma’s pussy. Emma’s eyes went wide with surprise as she felt Suki starting to slowly tease her womanhood, her fingers expertly causing Emma pleasure, not pain, and the second fall started to come around into Suki’s favour. Emma looked flustered suddenly, her plan to use sex as part of a strategy to dominate the Japanese fighter turned against her by a woman far more experienced in the style. That said, Suki was also well aware that it was a fight primarily, and she quickly took the fight in that direction, delivering a short right hand deep to Emma’s belly, surprising her with speed and power as it dropped her to her knees in front of Suki. A slap to the face followed, delivered more with disdain than power before Suki took a front headlock and pushed off the bottom rope to spin Emma around and plant her face in the mat with a tornado DDT. It may well have been delivered from having Emma in a kneeling position, but it contained enough force to stun Emma a little as she rolled away from Suki on the mats. The Japanese woman patiently stalked Emma for a moment before timing a heavy elbow drop across her heaving breasts as she rolled to her back. Suki wanted Emma back on her feet, but not before she’d started the process of ripping the front of her heavily slashed cami top open first.
In truth, the garment was already on it’s last legs by design, as revealing as it was, and Suki made short work of ripping the front open, revealing Emma’s breasts before she forced her to her feet by the hair. A stinging chop across the breasts followed immediately, rocking Emma a little; enough so that a shove to the chest could send her back to the ropes. She rebounded slowly too, coming straight onto a European style uppercut to the underside of the breasts, delivered with some venom from Suki to rock Emma to the ropes again. The tempo quickened, Suki knowing that against a more powerful foe, a fast pace and her own speed were here biggest assets. Here, she whipped Emma to the ropes, dropping to her knees to catch her on the rebound with a back handed chop to the stomach. Emma staggered, dropping to her knees as Suki hit the ropes herself now, rebounding to take Emma down with a low flying head scissors to plan her face first to the mat. Suki was all motion now, popping back up again and bouncing off the ropes to deliver a fast, snap leg drop across the back of Emma’s head. Stunned a little, there was no real resistance from Emma as Suki took a generous handful of her auburn hair to pull her into a side head scissors there on the mat. There was a moan from Emma as Suki’s stockinged thighs went to work while she grabbed Emma’s left leg, folding it under her a little just to add to the predicament.
Now Emma groaned again, a little more in surprise in her voice as she felt the Japanese wrestler’s fingers probing her womanhood expertly. This was Suki’s game now, a cruel but sensual mistress when she had an opponent trapped and at her mercy, she was quick to up the ante as she began to finger fuck Emma there on the mat. Emma’s cami top had slowly slipped aside following Suki ripping it, and down on the mat now, she found her breasts exposed, nipples stiffening rapidly. She got a temporary respite from the finger fucking now, but she squealed out nevertheless as Suki twisted her right nipple harshly, in the commotion though, she managed to squirm her left leg free of Suki’s grasp, rapidly crossing her legs to avoid the recommencement of the finger fucking. ‘Ooohhh!’ Suki bemoaned, adding ‘and I thought you were enjoying that Emma!’ as she continued to pour on the pain with the head scissors and nipple attack.
‘I was; too much…...Ooowwww, fuck!’ Emma replied as Suki punished her again with another nipple twist, and then the Japanese woman continued to up the ante, raking Emma’s eyes. As my wife squealed, disoriented by that move, Suki slugged her hard in the belly and taking advantage of that surprise blow, she released the hold and peeled Emma from the mat by her flowing auburn hair. It may have been a risk to bring the bigger, stronger, woman to her feet, but it was a calculated risk from Suki who kept the odds in her favour with an immediate double thrust to the throat. As Emma grabbed for her throat, and tried to get her breath back, Suki got her hands on Emma and simply ran her back hard to the turnbuckles. Emma groaned as she hit, but Suki wasn’t done there, grabbing on to the middle ropes to slam three hard shoulders deep into Emma’s body. This was impressive from the Japanese woman having lost fall one and having been made to cum by Emma; she had control of Emma now in this second fall!
It was a control she had no intention of relinquishing as she now punished Emma with a crotch crushing atomic drop as she pulled her from the corner for a moment. Now as Emma remained frozen in place on Suki’s outstretched leg, Suki grabbed two handfuls of hair and planted a passionate liplock on her, her eyes betraying a smile as she felt Emma start to kiss her back. That was quickly broken up by another double thrust to the throat that dropped Emma to the mat on her backside. Suki was mixing her styles to perfectly keep Emma off balance, and here she did so again with a kick delivered by the sole of her stocking clad foot to Emma’s face. It carried just the right amount of force to stun her so that she showed no real resistance to Suki using the hair to throw her back into the corner. Emma’s back arched a little as it impacted against the turnbuckles hard, and Suki was on her quickly, a knee grinding in Emma’s crotch while a double handful of hair secured Emma’s head for Suki to plant another liplock on her. In her confused state, it was inevitable again that Emma would start to return the kiss once more; in fact that was exactly what Suki was waiting for before punishing Emma with a knee lift to the pussy that saw her sag weakly against the turnbuckles.
Suki had her right where she wanted her right now, quickly spreading Emma’s legs out over the middle ropes so that she was perched just on the middle turnbuckle with it just about able to support her butt. Now Emma tried to fight off the ropes for a moment, but Suki subdued her with another thrust to the throat before a chastening slap to the face. ‘Now Emma’ she mused out loud, ‘pain or pleasure?’
A rhetorical question of course as she dropped to her knees in front of Emma and buried her face in Emma’s crotch, her tongue hungrily exploring Emma’s womanhood as she threw her head back and howled in pleasure on the turnbuckle. Now Emma grabbed for Suki’s hair, but she was lost to the principle of trying to escape the Japanese woman’s attentions now, she was simply trying to stop Suki from stopping it seemed to me as she moaned in pleasure once more. Suki continued to work away furiously, expertly, now bringing Emma close to an orgasm there in the corner. ‘OOOOHHHHH…...YOU…….AIIIEEEE!’ Emma shrieked as she felt Suki continuing her work, tongue flicking sensually inside her now as she played her fingers across Emma’s body as well. Suki clawed then caressed Emma’s belly in equal measures as Emma tried to hold back the inevitable wave of pleasure that was building within her. There was no escaping it, Suki’s tongue hitting the spot with such effectiveness as Emma squealed out in orgasm. ‘AIIIEEEE…...OOOOHHHHH…….MMMMFFFF!’ Emma cried out now, as Suki continued her sensual attack for a moment longer; not the cries either of a woman looking to escape her opponent at this point. That would prove her downfall of course as Suki quickly moved to apply a crotch claw, a favoured move of hers on an opponent she knew was as turned on as Emma was right now. As she leaned in to suck on Emma’s nipples as well now, the Japanese woman knew she had Emma as she threw her head back to scream out in pain and then submission.
Suki broke the hold immediately, actually helping Emma out of the ropes, even giving her a friendly pat on the butt as she sent her back to her corner. The score was even now, tied at one all and the next fall would decide the match. Emma was flustered too; essentially topless with her torn top, practically naked given her crotchless booty shorts, and she’d just been on the receiving end of something of a masterclass in sensual catfighting from Suki. ‘Calm down and get some deep breaths’ I told her as I could see Suki and Yuki conferring animatedly in the opposite corner. ‘Remember it’s a fight. You have to fight her now because the sex fighting stuff is totally her game. You’ve got to try and move it back towards being just a catfight if you can’ I suggested.
‘You’re right ‘ she admitted, theatrically mopping her brow as she added ‘she is so damn good at it though!’
‘I see that, and you can definitely learn from her style. But maybe it less wise to try and match her at it right now?’ I offered.
‘I agree’ Emma told me. ‘I’ve gone with her style for two falls, maybe it’s time for her to sample mine’ she said, a hint of devilment in her eyes as she shrugged off her torn cami top and headed back into the ring. Suki joined her, having also removed her sheer baby blue, wanting this last fall to be fought on an even footing it seemed. The two ladies started to circle each other again now. Cautiously too; Suki may have won the last fall but she knew that Emma wasn’t a woman to just fade after one setback all that often. But there was no question, if Suki could take things in her desired direction, she’d have the edge. Emma was keen to stop that from happening if she could, and the extra height and reach she had on her side helped her to warm Suki’s cheek with a fast slap. A second, heavier handed one landed, looking to have stopped Suki momentarily in her tracks, drawing Emma in to look to rush the lighter woman back to the ropes. Suki was waiting on that though, surprising Emma with a short right hand right on her waistband as she allowed herself to be rushed back to the ropes. Now she reversed the momentum, able to send Emma off to the opposite ropes and she set herself before delivering a stinging chop to the breasts. Emma shrieked, surprised by the painful blow, well delivered by the Japanese fighter who followed her as Emma staggered a little into the ropes. A forearm went to the lower back now. Hurting Emma before Suki turned her back to the ropes and, to the approval of Yuki on the outside, lashed another chop across her inviting breast.
Emma reeled down the ropes towards the corner from that blow, and Suki used her hair now to introduce her face harshly to the top turnbuckle. Then, a derisory slap across Emma’s butt from the Japanese woman who seemed to be fully in the ascendency at this stage. Confident, Suki set Emma up for an Irish Whip now, Emma going with it and hitting the turnbuckles hard as she slumped in the opposite corner. Suki rushed in, looking for the avalanche splash, but she met Emma’s upturned knee instead of her intended target, and it was the Japanese wrestler who dropped to the mat, winded. Emma was on her immediately too, dropping a heavy elbow across Suki’s pert breasts to make sure she stayed winded down on the mat. Now Emma wanted to up the pace quickly to start punishing Suki, forcing her part way to her feet with a hand deep in her hair before a thunderous forearm across the shoulders dropped Suki straight back to all fours. Emma liked that enough to pull Suki up with another handful of hair and floor her again with that heavy forearm across the shoulders. On all fours at Emma’s feet was a bad place to be now as Emma buried a kick into Suki’s side, sending her rolling to the edge of the ring, out beneath the bottom rope. An experienced ring wrestler, Suki looked for her respite on the outside now, but Emma followed her out, not wanting to let Suki find time, gain momentum, and get back in the match as she nastily raked the Japanese fighter’s back with her finger nails. Suki went to her knees there on the outside as Emma stalked her, starting to force her back upright to try and lift Suki for a slam on the very lightly padded outside of the ring perhaps. Suki shrieked as she was lifted, doubtless fearing the impact, but she was able to slip out over Emma’s shoulder, and as she dropped to her feet, she grabbed Emma’s shoulder, immediately turning her into an eye rake. Now Emma cried out ‘my eyes, bitch!’ as she felt her vision assaulted, and once more the momentum seemed to have swung in the fight.
Suki went to the hair, using that to slam Emma’s face into the ring apron and then, as Emma supported herself there, both hands on the apron, legs slightly apart, Suki took a crotch claw on her from behind. This wasn’t a sensual attack now, not in the slightest; Suki was all about causing pain and looking for a submission now. Emma’s mewling cries of pain seemed to suggest that the Japanese was doing a fine job of it too, my wife’s eyes screwed shut in pain as she howled once more. An end seemed to be nearing now I though. However it would happen, it was clear Emma couldn’t afford to spend long in this torturous pussy claw against the ring apron. ‘OOOOWWWWW!’ she yelled out again, Suki asking her if she wanted to submit as she worked her fingers and continued to hurt her. Desperate for respite, Emma spotted her chance, stamping down on Suki’s foot now, and it was enough to distract the jet haired Japanese woman for Emma to send a sneaky back heel kick up in to her crotch now, sending her crumpling to the floor, clutching her own womanhood where seconds earlier she had been clawing at Emma’s.
Now Emma’s power came to the fore as she forced Suki up to her feet and into a big body slam there on the outside, a telling impact that saw Suki groan loudly with pain as she met the unforgiving surface. Had that done enough to subdue the challenge of the Japanese fighter? As Emma forced her back to her feet, bunched up her baby blue knickers into something of a wedgie, and rolled her back under the bottom rope, I suspected we were about to find out. Again, Emma’s size and power came to the fore as she whipped Suki into the ropes and set herself to level her with a simple shoulder tackle. Suki held her head as she rolled on the mat, perhaps more than a little dazed by the impact, and that situation worsened for her as Emma timed an elbow drop well to catch her across the back of the head. This was definitely my wife on a roll in the ring now as she forced Suki to her feet, brushing off a slap to the breasts as she lifted her as if she might body slam Suki again. As she walked towards the ropes with Suki moaning in her arms though it was evident that she had a different plan, lifting the lighter woman that bit higher before dropping her to clothesline her on the top ring rope. Suki reeled out of that, straight in a right hand to the jaw, and Emma had her flat on her back, on the mat, and not exactly thinking straight as the latest blow scrambled her senses a little.
Suki looked to get back to her feet quickly, and she paid for that as Emma swept her straight up into a big body slam now, dropping her hard to the mat near to the ring ropes, knowing the ring to be at it’s least forgiving there. Suki’s back arched in pain as she remembered the hard way that Emma knew her way around a wrestling ring too, and Emma gave her no respite now, grabbing both ankles to spread her legs and deliver the knee drop to the pussy. It was so often the prelude to Emma’s victories, often followed by her flipping an ailing opponent to her belly for the single leg crab and pussy claw combination. Today she was content to let Suki writhe in pain down on the mat for a moment, biding her time before she crushed her there with a big leg drop across the breasts. Suki was well and truly subdued now, and Emma was ready to finish her, dropping her ass heavily onto Suki’s face now in a reverse face sit. A smothering, heavy, face sit on a tiring opponent was almost the perfect way to finish them off. Suki knew it; she was in trouble trapped there, and as Emma slapped her breasts, she tried to bridge, hoping to dislodge Emma. Now was where the weight differential really caught up with Suki for the first time in the fight. Emma held a wide enough base, her ass and pussy engulfing the Japanese fighter’s face heavily; there was no way for Suki to dislodge her curvaceous body from on her face.
Emma knew it, slapping Suki’s breasts once more, then hands on her hips, she suggested ‘time to submit Suki, don’t make me smother you out!’
‘Aiiieeeee...no…...no!’ was Suki’s muffled protest from beneath Emma before another quick burst of activity, trying to bridge to dislodge Emma, then she tried to get her legs wrapped around Emma to dislodge her. That was the final piece of the puzzle for Emma who trapped Suki’s left leg, folding her now as she spanked her ass hard and told her again ‘submit Suki, come on!’
‘I…’ Suki started, once more trying to squirm free; she was trapped though, unable to shift Emma, folded to add to the predicament as Emma’s heavy smother continued to punish her, draining her slowly but surely. ‘I…’ she began again, still unable to admit defeat it seemed as Emma slapped and then roughly pawed her ass once more. Finally, the resistance was broken, and Suki moaned ‘I submit!’, muffled by Emma’s butt, yet clear enough for Emma to hear and get off her to allow the Japanese woman to drink in air hungrily.
Emma waited for her to catch her breath and then helped her to her feet, hugging Suki and thanking her for a good match. ‘I think we both got a little of what we needed from that match?’ she asked Suki.
‘Hai!’ It is true’ Suki agreed. ‘You are much tougher than that bitch Sonja, but she is probably a better sex fighter than you Emma’ she confirmed.
‘Well I doubt she’s any tougher than you Suki, and you’re very good with the sex fighting tactics. I can definitely learn more from the way you combine the skills’ Emma smiled. ‘You really had me reeling with it’ she had to admit.
‘It takes some time to learn to counter’ Suki agreed. ‘So I know I always have a chance against any woman with it’ she smiled. Then she switched tack a little to say ‘you know Emma, one day I look forward to watching our daughter’s fight too!’
‘Jemma?’ Emma laughed ‘I don’t think she even knows what I do to be honest Suki. We’ve done our best to keep it away from her, and she’s never asked anything about it. Pretty sure she’s no idea about it.’
‘With a fighting mother like you Emma, she will surely be a fighter too. Everyone comes to catfighting in their own time. I’m sure Jemma will make a formidable fighter in time!’ she told Emma.
‘We’ll see’ Emma offered. ‘You never know…… we’ll see...’