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Rookie Mistake

By Wolfboy

Emma looks to right the wrong of a defeat to a catfighting rookie

It had been a while since Emma had lost a gruelling outdoor battle to the relative rookie Melissa Davies. On that day, sapping heat had been a factor perhaps in the defeat, but alongside that had been a clear game plan from Melissa who had used the rules well to slowly grind Emma into a total submission defeat. It was a defeat that had rankled Emma; not that she was annoyed with Melissa’s tactics of the day. All was fair in a catfight after all, but Emma had simply felt it to have been a match she should have won against a much lighter woman with no real catfight experience. While waiting to take Staci on again for the title, it was a defeat that she had decided it was time to avenge. This time the fight would take place in our garage ring, so it was unlikely the heat would be a factor, particularly in the late autumn when it was likely to be pretty cool in there.

In the first fight, the rules had allowed Melissa to use wrestling moves like arm bars and chokes in the first half of the fight. Melissa had been allowed to throw punches from the start, while Emma wasn’t allowed to do so, and Melissa had used the rules well to force Emma into a total submission towards the end of the fights one hour time limit. This time, Emma had suggested rules not dissimilar to the first fight, the differences being no time limit and no mid fight break, while submissions wouldn’t count unless they were a total submission of the fight. That or a knockout were deemed to be the only way to win the fight. Melissa agreed, fancying that the rules around punching were weighted in her favour again, and that she’d been able to trap Emma in more than enough predicaments in the first fight that had forced a submission. Any of those situations here could see a victory to her by total submission or perhaps a knockout victory she thought, should she be able to trap Emma again. While I was sure that Melissa felt that, I also knew that Emma was laser focussed on getting Melissa in trouble and put away early here. To me, that suggested a fight which may turn at a point with Emma doubtless starting fast and Melissa perhaps fighting a better paced fight if she could escape from the opening exchanges relatively unscathed.

There was no animosity between Emma and Melissa. Far from it, with both women talking on more than one occasion after their first fight. There was however an understanding that it would be all about business once they stepped inside the garage ring. Then it would be a fight, pure and simple, to find out who the better woman was today. Once more as well, both ladies had agreed that there was no need for a referee; they preferred to settle it woman to woman once they set foot inside the ring today. The ring; was that going to be a key factor in the match? After all, that was going to be a new experience for Melissa here, the blonde never having set foot in a ring before. She was impressed with the set up though when Emma had shown it to her as she arrived. ‘And it stays there all the time?’ Melissa had asked as she tested the ropes.

‘Not quite’ Emma smiled ‘I mean yes, all of the stuff stays in here but we can take it down so that Jemma, our daughter, doesn’t see it’ she explained.

That had been an hour earlier. Now the two women who had chatted amiably were two women transformed, with their game faces on. Emma, looking to right the wrong of defeat from her last match with Melissa, who in turn just wanted to prove that it hadn’t simply been luck that she had won their first encounter. Emma stood in her usual corner, wearing a black and metallic gold tiger stripe bikini for this fight; a skimpy thong bottom and string bikini top, her nails painted in a matching golden shade. Her long auburn hair hung loosely around her shoulders, almost to the middle of her back. Hands on hips, she eyed the pretty blonde across the ring, looking every inch like a hungry big cat eyeing a snack, here in the form of Melissa. Now, Emma told Melissa ‘I’m Emma, I’m 5 feet 10 inches tall, 170lbs, I measure 40E-28-39 and I have a record of 56 wins and 20 losses and I’m 41 years old. And’ she added, ‘I’m going to kick your cute little ass Melissa!’

‘We’ll see’ Melissa smiled thinly from her corner where she stood wearing a short white silk kimono, belted at the waist. She eyed Emma, no less hungrily, wanting to get to grips with my wife I had no doubt. ‘And I’m Melissa’ she said addressing Emma directly it seemed. ‘I’m 5 feet 5 inches tall, 137 lbs, I measure 32G-28-32, I have a record of 7 wins and 0 losses, 3 of those in catfights. I’m 33 years old, and’ she said, staring straight at Emma as she unbelted her kimono had shrugged it off, ‘I’m going to tear your little tits up Emma!’ The blonde was naked, her curvaceous body fully on display, as were her sharp looking, bright pink painted finger nails which she flashed at Emma now. Disapprovingly, she tutted now ‘overdressed again Emma…...get that cute bikini off and let’s fight as nature intended’ she demanded.

‘Well, if you insist’ Emma smiled, untying her bikini top before removing her thong, flicking both items of clothing from the ring with her right foot, before she refocussed her attention on the blonde. ‘Ready Melissa?’ she asked her quietly. The blonde nodded in reply now as she said ‘I’m ready Emma’, and the fight stared at that, no need for any further ceremony. Now, the quiet, friendly enough nature between the two ladies gave way to combat; combat which started with a ferocity with Emma hammering home a heavy slap to Melissa’s face and with the blonde clearly stunned from that opening gambit, she went to the hair. That grip was used to hurl Melissa across the mats towards Emma’s corner of the ring, the blonde landing hard but just about having her wits about her enough to avoid the worst end of a kick to the body. Melissa used the ropes now, hoping to pull herself upright quickly but found Emma all over her with a knee to the body before she used her body to pin the smaller blonde there against the corner turnbuckles. Melissa was trapped, Emma working hard to get the blonde’s arms over the top ropes now, giving her the perfect chance to whip in a stinging shop across her big breasts there in the corner.

Melissa squealed in pain from that one as Emma taunted her ‘come on Melissa, thought you were ready?’ while setting her up for a second chop, this time up more into the underside of the breasts. ‘You bitch!’ was the only riposte that Melissa could muster at this stage, trying as she was to gain any kind of a foothold in the fight. Emma was determined to give her no openings, fighting at a quick tempo, keeping at close quarters too so that Melissa always had something to think about. A short splash in the corner now had the blonde a little winded as Emma leaned into her once more, holding her there while her right hand sunk into Melissa’s left breast. ‘OOOWWW!’ the blonde moaned loudly as she felt Emma’s gold painted nails testing her will. She had nails of her own though, sinking her left hand into Emma’s ass now, drawing a gasp of surprise before Emma gritted her teeth and told Melissa stonily, ‘get your fucking nails out of my arse!’

Of course, that was a demand that no self respecting catfighter could comply with, and Melissa kept her nails sunk in. Emma worked her fingers hard in Melissa’s breast once again now, drawing a high pitched shriek from the blonde, before she put paid to her clawing at her ass with a heavy handed slap to the pit of the stomach. Then she grabbed the blonde wrestler’s perfect hair and threw her roughly across the ring once again. Melissa took the landing well enough, trying to roll and get to her feet, but she rose straight into a front headlock which Emma used to manoeuvre her against the ring ropes for the first time. Again she used another chop up into the underside of Melissa’s breasts to set her reeling before using an Irish whip to send her into the opposite ropes. As was often the case for someone fighting in a ring for the first time, Melissa rebounded quickly, and she was met by a 170lb brick wall as Emma lowered her shoulder and flattened the blonde. Emma was all business so far today, and she kept up the pressure on Melissa with a heavy leg drop across her tits. ‘Ooowwww’ Melissa groaned, grabbing for her chest, but once more, Emma was on her fast and she went back to the hair to force Melissa up to her feet and then, straight into a powerful body slam.

As Melissa groaned down on the mat, more than a little taken aback from this early onslaught by Emma, her hips rose from the mat, trying to ease the pain in her back. Emma raked her nails across the blonde’s belly now, once more drawing a shriek of pain from her ailing opponent. Now, she went back to the hair, leaning over Melissa to grab her hair and force her upright only to encounter the first bit of resistance from the blonde who landed a punch to Emma’s belly. It gave Emma momentary pause, but she shrugged the blow off quickly and clubbed the blonde back to her knees with a forearm smash across the shoulders. Now she looked to make Melissa pay, going for a double handed choke as she loomed over the kneeling blonde, bearing down on the smaller woman who gasped in surprise as she felt Emma’s hands around her throat, Now Melissa had to fight or she faced the quickest of defeats this time around, and she did so with a right hand to the belly. Emma took that again, evidently not too bothered by the power that Melissa packed in her punches. She tightened her grip, demanded ‘give up Melissa, you can’t get lucky twice!’ as the look of concern grew in Melissa’s eyes; she was getting straight up choked by a bigger, stronger woman here. ‘Give up!’ Emma reiterated now; Melissa refused but she looked to be fading before suddenly it was Emma shrieking in pain as the blonde slashed her nails twice across her stomach. That raised angry furrows across Emma’s body, the blonde fighter’s sharp, pink, nails proving an effective equaliser here. More importantly they broke Emma’s tight choke hold and gave Melissa chance to even the fight back up which she did with a lunging headbutt to the body of Emma who was knocked to a knee in front of the already kneeling blonde.

Melissa had promised to ‘rip up Emma’s little tits’ pre-match, and now she looked to make good on that deal, sinking those long, well manicured, nails into both breasts. Emma shrieked in pain, learning that the blonde knew very well how to use those sharp talons, telling Emma ‘I told you I’d do this!’ as she worked her fingers in deep, starting to add a twist of the breasts to increase Emma’s pain. Emma threw her head back in agony, her eyes screwed shut for a moment before she realised now she had to fight back. Refocussed, she did just that, in the same style Melissa had attacked in previously, latching her nails into Melissa’s left breast. Now the blonde whimpered a little in pain too as she felt the fiery tendrils of pain in her breast. Emma still had her left hand free as well and she started to heavily slap the face of the blonde who again wore that slightly dazed expression of a woman tasting the power of Emma first hand and getting the short end of it. As Emma slapped her face hard once more, then brought that hand crashing down heavily on to the top of Melissa’s left breast while continuing to claw it as well, the blonde knew she had to fight fire with fire. And it was her fists that carried the power to even the situation up; continuing to claw Emma’s right breast with her left hand, she punched hard into her left breast twice. Emma slapped her face hard again in return, Melissa punched back to the body, and then broke Emma’s breast maul with a crotch punch, delivered cruelly, sending Emma rolling to the mat clutching her pussy and groaning in pain and surprise.

Melissa’s background may have been in the purer sporting action of wrestling, but she showed again here that she was comfortable in the murkier waters of catfighting as she slashed those sharp nails across Emma’s breasts once more. Emma cried out in pain, and then she found Melissa kneeling on her body, one knee in her stomach, one shin pressed in at her throat, and a hand wrapped up in her long auburn hair. The hand in the hair was making sure that Emma was just pulled that little bit more into the choke as Melissa slapped her face hard enough now. Emma responded, slapping and then clawing at Melissa’s ass in an attempt to dislodge and distract the blonde. Melissa had another plan in mind though, gritting her teeth against Emma’s nail attacks, ignoring the fact Emma may have been close to getting a pussy claw, and she got her own nails into play with a heavy slap and nail grab to the right breast. ‘Bitch’ Emma moaned as she felt the nails digging into the sensitive breast flesh. ‘Yes; I warned you’ Melissa smiled as she continued to punish Emma, hurting her with the effective nail grab. Then the blonde shrieked as from beneath her, despite getting choked and mauled, Emma secured the pussy claw. ‘You bitch. Aaaaaggghhh!’ Melissa groaned as the battle of wills ensued; would Melissa resist the pussy claw? Could Emma hold out against the choke and breast maul?

In the end, Melissa felt better of the situation as, holding the dominant position, she unleashed a flurry of slaps to Emma’s face now, forcing Emma to cover up against that, breaking the pussy claw. Melissa also showed that she was uncompromising in a fight, wanting to make a real statement and claim a quick win. Breaking off her attacks but dropping a knee heavily to Emma’s belly as she did so. That left Emma gagging for breath down on the mat, and it gave Melissa the perfect opportunity to use one of her favourite tactics from the first fight, a simple choke from behind. First she wanted Emma flattened to the mat on her belly so that she could straddle her and she used her wrestling skills nicely for that, taking a half nelson to roll Emma to her front, just a hint of auburn hair being used integrally to the move. I think Emma knew what was coming but was left powerless to stop it just yet as Melissa now knelt on the backs of her thighs for a moment before spreading her legs slightly in an inverted grapevine. With that done, the blonde grabbed the hair with her left hand, forcing Emma’s face up from the mat just enough to allow her to slip her right arm around Emma’s throat, a gasp confirming the choke was in tight.

‘Noooo’ Emma whined as she realised she had been trapped by the smaller blonde in a hold that had caused so much trouble in their first fight. Worse still as Melissa pulled on the hair that bit more to allow her to tighten the hold some more, this was a one fall fight that meant her options were simple; resist and escape, submit or get choked out. Melissa shifted her body further forward now to help her get more power into the choke but in doing so, she elected to forego her inverted grapevine, losing control of Emma’s legs. She cranked the choke hard again, causing another moan of pain and distress from Emma, but my wife was fighting it as she quickly got to all fours on the mat with Melissa still sticking to her back like a limpet. There was a moment of pause now, Melissa still working the choke and holding Emma’s auburn hair, where I wondered if Emma’s attempt to get to her feet had faltered. But then she made it to one knee as Melissa elected to add a rear body scissors to the mix. The blonde’s strong legs drew a gasp of pain from Emma now, but she was able to struggle slowly to her feet. Now perhaps Melissa’s lack of ring experience came to the fore; as Emma lined up her back to the blonde’s own corner, Melissa clung to the choke, still riding Emma’s back to the point where Emma crashed her back into the turnbuckles to crush the air out of the blonde, breaking the choke. Melissa stayed back against the buckles for a moment, trying to catch her breath, only for Emma to crash her body back hard into her again. Now the pendulum had swung quickly back into the favour of Emma who turned and slapped Melissa hard in the face, sending her reeling chest first against the ring ropes near to the corner. A position for Emma to take advantage of as she leaned into Melissa to choke her across the top rope for a moment, before sending a heavy handed slap round into her belly.

That dropped Melissa to a knee, trying desperately to catch a breath as she leaned her body against the middle ring rope. Another chance for Emma to choke her perhaps, but instead she used that middle rope to catapult Melissa back into the centre of the ring. Melissa was still reeling from that as Emma heavily dropped a leg across her impressive breasts, flattening them beneath the crushing impact of her thick thigh. A rough handful of hair allowed her to pull Melissa into a side head scissors; trouble for the smaller blonde as Emma tensed those thick thighs now to punish her, drawing a loud groan of pain. Trouble that increased too as Emma released the hair now so that she could grab Melissa’s left leg to fold her painfully while also plunging her nails into the blonde’s right breast. ‘Owwww! Fuck!’ Melissa cried out in pain now, quite the combination of holds punishing her as Emma tested her will. ‘Submit?’ she enquired, Melissa boldly stated ‘No way!’ followed by a shriek of pain from the blonde as Emma continued to work her big breasts with some abandon. ‘Looks like it’s me ripping your tits up’ Emma pointed out as she cruelly raked her nails across that right breast accompanied by the soundtrack of a blonde howling in pain. Then she slapped Melissa heavily in the face once more, stunning her, before releasing the torturous combination of holds.

That wasn’t respite for Melissa though, far from it as Emma went to the hair to peel the blonde fighter from the mat and lift her seamlessly into a big body slam right at the centre of the ring. This was Emma on a roll now, something that generally took some stopping in a fight. As she ripped Melissa to her back by her hair, spread her legs, and delivered a knee drop to her neatly waxed pussy, it seemed to me that Melissa’s chances of derailing Emma were diminishing rapidly. I expected Emma to switch to the Boston Crab and pussy claw to finish Melissa here, but she was intent on some more breast destruction first, lifting the blonde as if to slam her, only to drop her breasts first across her leg. A cruel move that had Melissa groaning in pain before Emma cut that sound off pretty effectively with an engulfing reverse face sit. A hard slap hammered into the blonde’s belly now, the flat of her hand proving just as effective at crushing the air from the body as a closed fist would have. The contest was ended with a particularly nasty double handed breast maul, targetting Melissa’s right breast harshly. Her first scream of pain, muffled by Emma’s ass, emptied her lungs some more, and almost immediately she was tapping out to close the contest quickly in Emma’s favour. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was the smother or the mauling which had sealed the deal as Emma now helped Melissa from the mat showing some concern for the beaten blonde.

Melissa was fine though, and she graciously congratulated Emma on the win, admitting to her that ‘you kicked my butt this time Emma.’

Emma admitted in return ‘you had me in trouble with that choke, Melissa. If you’d kept me spread, I don’t know if I’d have been able to get out.’

‘Now you tell me!’ the blonde laughed before going on to say ‘catfighting in a ring is quite different isn’t it? Plenty of chances to use the environment. You’re good at that, I can definitely learn from you on that Emma.’

‘Well’ Emma smiled, ‘I guess I’ve fought in a ring more often than not. You kind of learn that it can help you, but it can also work for your opponent sometimes too. Look Melissa, if you want to learn some more ring tricks, Jemma is away with friends for a few days, so we could leave the ring up for a bit. I’d be happy to show you some more tricks of the trade to use’ she offered.

‘I’d like that’ Melissa agreed. ‘Thank you. Maybe give it a couple of days so that these are a little less sore?’ she asked, cupping her breasts.

‘Of course……’ Emma smiled, ‘and I promise I’ll be a bit more gentle on them in training as well!’