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Corner Girl Catfight

By Wolfboy

Emma takes on a tough girl in the battle of the corner girls

The following week then, I found myself back in the same venue where Noreen had smothered Debbie out, to second Emma in what was being billed as the ‘Corner Girl Catfight’. The challenge made by Noreen on behalf of Emma’s opponent had been eagerly accepted. Some research showed that Alice, the opponent in question, had been involved in boxing and kick boxing but had no apparent official experience of catfighting, She had taken part, successfully, in a couple of underground kick boxing fights in Asia though, so I figured that she would be no stranger to some underhand tactics. Exactly the kind of background that could lead to a successful catfight career. Emma meanwhile had experience in most styles but would struggle to match Alice purely in a stand-up fight. I fancied that was where the crux of the match lay; which woman would impose their style first.

An audience had been invited to watch this fight with the same collector providing the venue. Adding some spice to the evening, the two women would be fighting, winner takes all, for the money paid by the crowd. £10k awaited the winner, humiliation and defeat for the loser. The crowd that had gathered was an excited, enthusiastic one, knowing that they were going to watch two tough women fight it out. The challenge itself had demanded both women to dress as they had been in the corners last week. Emma had donned the expensive, black, mini-dress and heels that she’d worn for her corner girl duties, sighing as she knew any woman worth her salt in a catfight would destroy the garment, She wasn’t thrilled about fighting in heels either, but it wasn’t the first time; on the plus side for Emma, she looked an imposing woman standing over 6 feet tall in them. Alice was equally imposing looking in her strappy green sequinned number teamed with her high heels. Both women stood eyeing each other across the ring as they waited for introductions to be made. There was just one addition to the outfits made by each woman when compared to last week; both had added a pair of hold up stockings; sheer black for Emma and shimmering nude for Alice. Neither woman wore any other underwear; once the dresses were gone, they would fight naked to the finish.

The ring layout was as it had been the previous week as well. Light pink padding on the turnbuckles rendering each corner a danger zone, matching pink ring ropes and in contrast, the black ring canvas. As the evening’s referee started to make her way between the ropes, the ring announcer started ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the corner girl catfight challenge. It is a no rules fight, no time limit, no rounds until one woman submits and the other agrees she has had enough of beating on her!’ That announcement sent a ripple of anticipation through the room at the prospect of seeing two Amazons locked in no rules combat. The announcer paused for a moment longer, just allowing the noise to die down a little before continuing ‘our first fighter, from Pueblo, Colorado, USA, she is 31 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighs 175lbs and measures 38D-26-40. With a no rules record of 2 wins from 2 fights and an overall record of 26 wins and just 5 defeats, this is Alice Patterson.’ The crowd applauded the blonde American who was a clearly experienced fighter even if not in recognised catfights. Powerfully built, I had learned that she was looking to move into the world of catfights with an American organisation that had an eye on having finely dressed women involved in wild matches. As the announcer moved onto Emma, I figured this fight was surely a good test of her credentials for that venture.

‘And her opponent, from Staffordshire, England. She is 41 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighs 168lbs and measures 40E-28-39. With an overall fight record of 57 wins and 20 defeats, this is Emma Baines.’ The crowd applauded with equal enthusiasm for Emma now; it was clear they weren’t about to pick sides at this stage. Rather, they were just here to enjoy a hard and probably nasty fight between the two glamorous Amazons. A fight that the referee was keen to call to order, getting both ladies to the centre of the ring to check that they were prepared to fight to the proposed lack of rules. Both simply nodded and, sent back to their corners by the referee, they waited for the bell and came out fighting, albeit cautiously behind some measured moves. Alice carried herself more in the style of a fist fighter, arms held high, left foot forwards as she probed with jabs to the body. Emma was flatter footed and square on to her opponent, looking perhaps to wrestle and maul. That said, she still landed the first good blow of the fight, a stinging slap to the cheek. Alice took it well enough, smiling back at Emma as the pattern continued for a few moments more. In a surprise turn of events, it was then the fist fighter who got the first hair grab of the fight, using it to pull Emma on to an uppercut to the face that knocked her back into the corner of the ring.

Back against the turnbuckles, Emma had to defend against a couple of body blows before she used the hair herself to reel the blonde-haired fighter into a side headlock of sorts, a tight grip of the hair giving her control it seemed. Using that grip, Emma moved Alice to her side a little, looking to crank hard on the head lock only to gasp as the blonde whipped a right hand into her ribs. Her background made her a dangerous striker, Emma grunting again as she took a second shot to the body before responding with a flat handed blow into the face. Alice reeled a little but Emma kept control with a grip of the hair before using that to slam her face into the top turnbuckle to demonstrate to the blonde that the light padding did little to cushion the impact. A cruel shot to the kidneys from Emma followed and would have taken the fight out of a lot of women. Alice fired back though with an elbow to the point of the chin and for the second time, Emma felt the striking power of the blonde.

Now it was Emma on the back foot, just able to block an impressive high kick from Alice that set her green sequinned dress riding up on her hips to show that she was naked beneath it. Emma had no time to weigh that fact up as a straight punch burst through her defences, rocking her head back as it landed. Crouching now, Alice drove an uppercut between the breasts and it was Emma with her back to the ropes, forced onto the defensive. Alice was cautious still on the attack though, tapping at Emma’s defences before landing a hook behind her left elbow. That brought Emma’s defences down and Alice showed she could get catty with a slap to the top of Emma’s head converted to a hair grab with a drag of the nails across her scalp for good measure. ‘Bitch!’ Emma spat at her, quickly gathering her senses to grab a double handful of hair of her own, using it to force Alice’s head back as well. ‘Come on then cunt!’ Alice taunted; the words cut off almost immediately by Emma’s knee to her body. Then as Alice retaliated with a right hand to the body, Emma was able to get a leg behind the blonde’s right leg and with a shove to the chest, she sent both women crashing to the canvas, hair in each other’s hands still as they landed untidily, Emma marginally gaining the top position.

If Emma thought the match going to ground was going to slow Alice up any, she was wrong, as she immediately took a hard slap across the mouth followed by a punch around the back of the head. Emma groaned, and retaliated in kind with a backhand to the cheek, followed by an elbow to the right breast. Alice fired once into the stomach where she attempted to claw Emma only to be thwarted by her dress. Emma tried to ride her forearm roughly across Alice’s face before she felt the blonde sink her teeth into her arm. Releasing the hair for a moment, Emma grimaced in pain before clubbing a right hand in to Alice’s belly. The blonde sucked it up, slapping Emma’s face hard twice before pushing her hand hard into her face, and squirming her legs free, she was able to kick them into Emma’s body, knocking her to the side. Now there was a flurry of kicking from both ladies, mainly to the body although it seemed that Emma might have caught one to the head. Unfazed by that though, she grabbed Alice’s leg and let the blonde feel her sharp nails for the first time as she scratched up her calf towards the knee. Alice shrieked and returned the compliment, her own nails drawing a shriek of pain from Emma as she seared her thigh with them.

Neither woman was easing up any on the ground either. Emma cuffing Alice around the head with hard slaps; heavy handed blows that were clearly hurting the tough blonde. She fought back though, hitting hard to the body before she reached quickly to rip away one of Emma’s thin shoulder straps. A quick pull on the dress now revealed Emma’s right breast as a target for a punch and maul for Alice, digging her long, sharp nails in deep as Emma moaned in pain. A knee to the crotch from Emma put paid to that attack from Alice for now and she upped the ante quickly with a right cross to the jaw down there on the mat. Alice moaned but shook it off, getting back into Emma’s hair to pull her tight in against her body before unloading three heavy slaps around the back of Emma’s head, each time ripping at her auburn hair with abandon as she pulled her hand through it. Then Emma bit her, through the fabric of her dress, forcing Alice to a double handed hair pull to prise Emma’s teeth out of her body, painful fractions of an inch at a time. Both hands in Emma’s hair, Alice was momentarily defenceless then as Emma applied a double handed choke.

Alice was forced to defend against that though her chosen method of defence was attack, punching Emma in the mouth before being able to bring her back in tight against her body. This time she shrewdly used the hair to turn Emma’s teeth away from her before slapping hard around the ear. Emma protested and grasped for a target, grabbing a shoulder strap and quickly snapping it. Then it was a hand in Alice’s face, quickly closing her hand over Alice’s nose and mouth as the blonde found herself hand smothered by Emma. Alice moaned, but she was hardly defenceless as she slapped hard again before, with Emma distracted by that, she sunk her teeth into Emma’s hand, forcing her to break the hand smother. The action was only three minutes old and already it had been brutal in style. Now Alice got her nails into Emma’s upper back, getting them in deep and dragging them hard across the skin, raising angry furrows and shrieks of pain from Emma. She responded with some heavy-handed slaps of her own to Alice’s face; Alice ploughed her fists in to Emma’s body in response as the two wildcats continued to fight hard on the canvas.

Alice’s hard fists seemed to be winning the day now, but she was surprised by an elbow to the left breast by Emma who quickly made short work of Alice’s other shoulder strap and pulled her dress down, away from the blonde’s D cup breasts. Those breasts were quickly the target of a double breast maul, expertly and harshly applied by Emma who forced Alice’s eyes to screw shut in pain. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh! My fucking tits bitch!’ Alice moaned, evidently in pain from Emma’s mauling. ‘Submit then bitch!’ Emma shot back, before adding ‘I thought you were tough though, can’t you take it?’

‘Fuck you’ Alice replied, retaking her grip of Emma’s hair and shaking her head furiously as she did so. Emma groaned but it was hardly troubling her in the same way her tit mauling was causing Alice problems. It was a distraction though; one that Alice used to whip a right hand deep into Emma’s belly just as she had felt she was in control of the situation. It looked like a game changer as Emma rolled off the now topless blonde who took a second to gather herself before getting to her feet, standing over Emma who she immediately punished with a toe kick to the ribs. Still wearing her high heels, it was a devastating enough blow, sending Emma rolling across the ring. Cleverly too, Alice had realised that the shoes were a weapon in their own right in this no rules scenario, and as Emma was downed, she was quick to relieve Emma of her heels, removing that potential weapon from my wife. She was also smart enough to know that grappling action on the ground probably still favoured Emma. She went to the hair, looking to pull Emma to her feet, and in an instant, her eyes went wide with pain as Emma snaked a hand up the front of her dress to get a standing crotch claw on her. Emma’s nails were evidently causing a whole new kind of pain for the blonde fighter here.

She fought back though, quickly, and possibly decisively as a handful of hair held Emma in position for a headbutt, straight to the face, that sent her reeling back into the turnbuckles. Five minutes in, and no rules to prevent her, Alice waded in with a vicious series of blows aimed to the head that Emma desperately had to defend against, blocking most but shipping a few shots to the face inevitably under the flurry of attacks. Alice was swinging wildly though and looking to me like she was in real danger of punching herself out as Emma continued to block the majority of the punches. As if to prove that point, it was suddenly Emma who was landing the telling blows, having grabbed a handful of blonde hair before landing three hard slaps with an uppercut motion to the face of Alice. The blonde would have reeled away from the blows if it wasn’t for the handful of hair, holding her in range and allowing Emma to land with a hard knee to the body that took the wind from Alice.

Now it was back to Emma being able to use those wrestling skills a little more, quickly lifting and slamming Alice hard in the centre of the ring before she was back down on top of her, looking for a pin sat high on her chest. Alice was no slouch, scissoring Emma’s right leg to prevent her completing the pin. Again, there was a furious battle for position on the mats; Emma slapped wildly at Alice’s thighs trying to get free of the scissors. Alice pulled Emma’s arms to affect her balance before quickly slipping in a right hand to the body. Emma moaned but slapped her tits hard before grabbing and digging her nails in. Alice used her nails too, digging them deep into Emma’s shoulder and scratching her to see both women crying out in pain. Emma clipped Alice’s chin with an elbow now, and was able to inch her leg a little way clear of the scissor hold. From beneath, Alice slapped hard into Emma’s face before she looked to close her hand over Emma’s mouth and nose in a smother. Emma replied with a right hand slapped down hard into Alice’s face before she tried to respond with a hand smother of her own. Her left hand sunk into the blonde’s D-cup breasts for some mauling proved to the be more effective, seeing Alice groan in pain as she went back to the hair looking to force Emma off her.

Emma groaned as she felt Alice tearing at her auburn locks, but then, in what had already been a savage catfight, she found the telling blow. Slapping at Alice’s arms, trying to force the blonde’s fingers from her hair, Emma suddenly noticed that Alice’s stomach was an inviting target. As the blonde continued to rip at Emma’s hair. Emma balled her fist up and slammed it three times into that inviting target, winding the blonde tough girl. Worse for Alice, it meant that Emma was finally able to get her leg free of the scissors, brushing the blonde’s fingers from her hair as she sprung into a position almost sitting on Alice’s face. Alice replied in the only ways left open to her now, nails dug deep into Emma’s calves while she swung her knees up into Emma’s back. Emma grabbed her hair with one hand though, slapping down into Alice’s unprotected face with the other hand hard and often. Then, using that handful of hair, she pulled Alice’s face deep into her crotch, her black dress just having ridden up enough to made it a nude pussy smother, a cruel hold for the boxer and kick boxer to endure. She could fight, there was no doubt of that fact, but it was a first experience of such a move for her, and as Emma started to rain down hard slaps to the top of the blonde’s head, a submission was coming. That seemed clear, Emma beating out a steady, heavy-handed tempo on the scalp of the tough blonde who had to blurt out ‘I submit!’

‘Sure bitch…. but what if I’m not done with you yet?’ Emma asked, cracking in another slap. ‘Your rules remember?’

‘Ah, shit’ Alice complained as she felt Emma go in for a double handed hair pull, making the smother that little bit more effective before she landed another telling slap. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Alice moaned again, ‘I submit!’

‘Can’t hear you bitch!’ Emma mocked ‘that’s what happens when you end up with a face full of pussy!’ She delivered another hard slap and then reached back to claw Alice’s right breast nastily for a moment drawing a muffled cry of pain from the blonde fighter.

‘Now scream like that for me again bitch, and I might just let you up’ Emma told Alice who complied as she felt Emma’s nails tearing at her tits again. ‘I SUBMIT!!’ she bellowed out, Emma finally releasing her grip of hair and breast to Alice to breathe properly as she remained sat on the blonde’s breasts for a moment longer’

‘Good fight’ Emma told Alice as she sat on her still. ‘No hard feelings I hope, because I did enjoy fighting you?’ she asked.

‘None at all’ Alice replied ‘you were the better woman today. I can’t argue, but I’ve learned a lot about bitch fighting today as well.’

‘Well. keep learning’ Emma replied ‘because I think a big tough girl like you and I could put on quite a show at one of these cocktail parties that you’re going to be fighting at’ she told Alice as she pulled her up from the mat in a show of sportswomanship. ‘Make the rules right though; we want to give the people a real show next time, don’t we?’

‘Oh, you can count on that’ Alice replied before she raised Emma’s hand in victory to the applause of the crowd before she left the ring.

‘Nice job’ I told Emma as we headed back to the changing room ‘are you sure you want to fight her again though?’ I asked, adding ‘she seems like a tough lady?’

‘Oh, she is!’ Emma agreed, ‘but she’s fun to fight, so yeah, I hope to take her on again sometime!’