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Committee Decision

By Wolfboy

Now Emma takes on Sammy in a straight up catfight with nothing but pride on the line

Sammy had mentioned the prospect of fighting Emma following her equalising victory over her American rival, Sara. A fight, not a wrestling match had been Sammy’s main stipulation for any such fight to take place. Accepting that while she was a fighter too, but one with wrestling skills as well as part of an overall package, Emma was open to the idea. There was no distinct animosity between the two women as such here; this was a case of two like minded ladies wanting to test the other to see who would run out on top. Despite that lack of obvious animosity, as the two women organised the limited rules themselves, there was an obvious competitive edge to them both. Neither would want to lose the fight, both would want to impost their style on the other, and ultimately win the fight.

As the discussion took shape, the agreement was that a wrestling ring wasn’t appropriate, so the fight would take place somewhere in the squash club’s confines. It was agreed to be one submission without time limit, wrestling moves would not be permitted until after the 15 minute mark. At that point, Sammy agreed it was fair that Emma’s wrestling moves could come into play as she would have had her chance to beat Emma in a straight fight by then. There would be an acceptance of moves like face sitting and scissors which could happen naturally in any catfight. Both ladies agreed that outside of the wrestling rules restriction, it would be anything goes with long nails allowed, and that they would fight topless. Each evidently wanting to work on the other woman’s impressive breasts. Having seen Sammy in action, I felt pretty sure she would at least hold her own with Emma; in a straight up fight, it may well have been 50-50 but the inclusion of wrestling moves after a period of time, probably swung the odds in Emma’s favour after the 15 minute mark.

One last request from Sammy was to fight wearing high heels as two ladies might fight on a night out. Emma agreed to that, knowing how imposing a figure she cut in a pair of high heels, but it was clear to me that Sammy probably had the greater experience of actually fighting in heels. My main task in the build up to this was in making sure that Emma understood how tough Sammy was in a fight. She had been very effective in the fights I’d witnessed her in so far; she had done her damage even in the match where she had lost to Sara. Emma was pretty confident that she could handle Sammy, although she did admit with more than a hint of respect that Sammy was a ‘nasty, dirty fighting, bitch’ when I spoke to her about the fight. ‘Remember, I saw her fight Jess’ Emma told me ‘and I know Jess loves to fight, so I know that she was tested there. And anyway, anyone who can beat Sara has to be respected Steve’ she said. Then she added ‘and I beat Sara twice, so she has to respect me too, or I will hurt her!’

That was the end of the matter as far as Emma was concerned. I would be watching the fight but not seconding Emma; both women would essentially be on their own in the fight. All I had to do was settle on the exact venue for the fight; and the addition of high heels really meant that only one room was suitable, the private committee room. With its plush, deep-pile carpet and relatively spacious interior it was ideal, and the floor couldn’t be damaged in any way by the high heels. I would be able to start the fifteen minute timer, and take the most comfortable seat in the club to watch Emma and Sammy, two big, strong and beautiful women, who I knew could fight, tear in to each other.

The evening of the fight arrived quickly, then the anticipation of the club closing so that we could have it to ourselves made the time drag until it was 11pm, and Emma and I were waiting inside the reception area for Sammy to arrive. The club was closed; locked up for the evening to all intents and purposes with just a single spotlight illuminating the reception desk. I didn’t need any bright lighting to feel the anticipation, the excitement, building in Emma though. It had been some time since she had fought in private with very limited rules having been in the tough, but very organised world of rules catfights for so long. Arranged or not, she knew this would be a fight with Sammy, the curvaceous blonde who was now heading across the car park towards the building with purpose behind her every footstep. It was actually Emma who went to the door, unlocking it to let Sammy in, locking it behind her before locking eyes with Sammy for the first time as they shook hands. From that point on, they only really had eyes for each other, already eyeing the other for potential weaknesses. ‘Good to see you again Sammy’ Emma said to the blonde, ‘can’t wait to get started with you tonight!’

‘Nice to meet you again Emma’ Sammy smiled back, ‘I’m looking forward to getting properly acquainted with you as well tonight’ she agreed.

‘Well, shall we?’ Emma asked, adding ‘and I don’t think we’re going to need to bother with dressing rooms are we?’ as Sammy nodded her agreement. ‘So lets get straight down to what we’re here for then.’

‘Absolutely’ Sammy agreed, the two women heading upstairs to the committee room with me in tow after making a quick check of the door. Already the atmosphere between the two women was crackling with electric excitement, the thrill of the fight being anticipated by both. Even by the time I got to the room, both were already starting to strip off for the fight. Emma was the taller of the two women; 5 feet 10 inches to Sammy’s 5 feet 6 inches. At 170lbs she held a weight advantage of about 10 lbs but the two women were evenly matched for power. Sammy had the advantage in breast size with her G cup breasts comparing favourably to Emma’s E cups, but again both women were well endowed and likely to feel their sensitive breasts coming under attack in the fight. Targeted by two sets of impressive looking, long, finger nails for starters. Emma now stripped down to just a pair of teal coloured lace booty shorts, her nails painted to match. Now she put on a pair of glossy nude hold up stockings, rolling each one up her long, powerful, legs before she put on a pair of nude coloured high heels; ready to fight. Across the room, Sammy was equally quick to prepare herself for the fight. The curvy blonde brawler had on a black and red thong, black sheer hold up stockings and black high heels. Both ladies topless, both ladies with their game faces on now as the moment of truth neared.

Now they met at the centre of the room, standing almost breast to breast, Emma that little bit taller, but both meeting the other’s gaze evenly. ‘You OK with the rules Emma?’ Sammy asked, adding ‘remember, no wrestling moves for 15 minutes, just smothers, face sitting, scissors and fighting.’

‘Steve will start the timer for that when we start’ Emma agreed. ‘Everything else goes though right? And we’re just fighting until one submits to the other. No time limit….no breaks?’

‘That’s right’ Sammy confirmed, adding an element of needle for the first time as she then told Emma ‘and I am going to fuck you up Emma.’

‘We’ll see’ Emma replied evenly enough, ‘give it your best shot Sammy because I’m out to do the same to you!’

‘Shall we then?’ Sammy asked, Emma nodded, and the fight was on, and a fierce opening it was too. Sammy slapped Emma’s face, Emma grabbed Sammy’s hair and gave her a knee lift to the belly only to take a headbutt to the breasts from Sammy. Both grabbed hair now, pulling hard, Emma forcing Sammy’s head back a little while the blonde had two good handfuls of Emma’s long auburn hair, pulling hard in opposite directions. Then Sammy broke off the hair pull with her right hand at least and whipped a hard punch up into Emma’s belly, low on the waistband of her booty shorts as the two women momentarily broke apart. It was no more than a momentary break apart though, almost a brief assessment of the other woman’s power taking place before Emma kicked Sammy in her right thigh and waded in behind a solid slap to the face of her own. Sammy took it, replied with another short punch to the stomach and then both were locked in the other’s hair once again. Each showed their own style of hair pulling too; Emma preferring to force Sammy’s head back with her attacks, while Sammy continued to pull, no, tear at Emma’s hair, often pulling two clumps in opposite directions. Both seemed effective enough methods judging by the pained noises escaping their lips even at this early stage. Then Emma surprised Sammy a little with a fierce slap down on to the top of Sammy’s right breast, the sound of hand on breast filling the room, instantly followed by Sammy snarling ‘bitch!’ at Emma.

Emma just smiled for a split second but both were straight back into the hair and now it was Emma crying out in pain as Sammy ripped out a few strands of her hair, letting them fall to the carpet as she started to work Emma back to the wall. It was slow progress but Sammy used that good grip of Emma’s long hair to finally see her back hit the wall. Now, Sammy was a whirlwind of action for a moment, a slap to the face stinging Emma before she went back to the body as Emma raised her defences, two fast punches landing deep in the belly before a clubbing blow to the shoulder put Emma on her backside. Not the position to be in against Sammy who rammed one of her thick, powerful thighs into Emma’s face, rocking her back into the wall. Emma had to defend for the moment, wrapping her arms around Sammy’s upper thighs as she looked to stop the onslaught that continued with hard, cuffing slaps around the top of the head that threatened to scramble Emma’s senses. Threatened, but didn’t quite manage it just yet as Emma struck back, landing a lunging headbutt in Sammy’s belly now, and with the blonde brawler a little taken aback, it was a chance for Emma to sink those long, teal coloured, nails into the underside of Sammy’s breasts.

‘You fucking cow!’ Sammy moaned loudly, but she instantly brought the situation back under control with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. As I watched on from the comfort of one of the leather armchairs, Emma was in anything but a comfortable position as Sammy held her head in place with another handful of auburn hair for a fierce thigh strike to the face once more. That put Emma onto her side down in the plush carpet but Sammy didn’t want to leave her there for a moment, wrapping the fingers of her left hand in Emma's hair and using that grip, she pulled Emma, screaming loudly in protest, across the floor back towards the centre of the room. Sammy stopped pulling Emma as she reached the centre of the room, letting her land heavily on her ass in the deep pile carpet as she brushed some more of Emma’s hair from her fingers. ‘You’re fucking moulting bitch!’ Sammy laughed before she delivered a hard kick across Emma’s back to knock her to her side down on the floor. Now Sammy, having dominated the early going, aimed another kick to the body, trying to really put the hurt on Emma. In trouble and on the receiving end, Emma still had her wits about her though, and she grabbed Sammy’s foot as she kicked, pulling her off balance to the floor with her.

No problem for Sammy who landed untidily but quickly lunged at Emma in a catball, strong, stocking clad legs locked together as they intertwined and both women were into the other’s hair. It might not have been wrestling as such, but bodies locked together on the ground might have been a bit more Emma’s kind of thing perhaps, and she rolled Sammy for the first time so that it was the blonde brawler’s back to the thick carpet now. Both still tore at the other’s hair for the time being, Sammy still using two hands to pull clumps of hair in opposite directions to some effect it seemed. Emma meanwhile started to really rag Sammy’s head around by her blonde hair, and it was a tightly fought battle that ensued in the carpet. Emma took a hand out of Sammy’s hair now, delivering a slap and grab on her left breast, nails sunk in, that drew a gasp of pain from Sammy. The blonde wasn’t going to be put off her stride by that though, slapping Emma’s face hard before digging into the underside of her right breast. Now both women’s eyes bore into the other’s as their nails bore into each other’s sensitive breasts, searching each other for weaknesses. There was a brief moment where they actually smiled at each other, evidently enjoying the tussle before Sammy slapped Emma’s face hard once again, and things got more serious again. Emma responded in kind, a brutal forearm across the face before she tried to move up in to a face sit, only to find her legs tightly locked with Sammy who wasn’t giving her any chance to complete the move. The blonde slashed her nails harshly across Emma’s stomach, and as she screeched in alarm, Emma was surprised to find Sammy able to roll the catball and put her on her back in the carpet.

At her best, Sammy was a brutal, uncompromising fighter, and she looked to get a knee strike into Emma’s pussy now, partly successful as their interlocked legs stopped her from really getting her power behind the blow. Then she sunk a double nail grab deep into Emma’s breasts, smiling again as she heard Emma groan in pain. Sammy knew how to do plenty of damage with her nails it seemed, but she was taken aback now as Emma slammed a hard fist into her belly now before grabbing the back of the blonde’s head to try and pull her into a breast smother. That was just about defended by Sammy who was able to duck her head out from the grasp, but off balance, she was unable to stop Emma rolling again so that both ladies were on their sides, facing each other down in the carpet. Again, their legs fought the other woman’s for superiority, a battle which continued to be a hotly contested stalemate. Both quickly got a hand wrapped in the other’s hair again, pulling and tearing as the action continued up close and personal on the floor. Sammy went for the tits again, this time focussing on a nipple twist and grab, her sharp nails evidently testing Emma’s sensitive breasts, forcing her to grit her teeth and look to counter. It was a clever counter from the auburn haired fighter too, grabbing Sammy’s thong and pulling it into a wedgie while managing to sink her nails into the blonde’s belly as well.

Again, both women moaned in pain, looks of determination set on their faces. Sammy first punched and then slashed her nails across Emma’s breasts. Emma responded, twisting her nails tighter in Sammy’s belly, tightening the wedgie as she increased the pain that the blonde brawler was feeling. Sammy was some way off being done though, going back to the nipple attack once more, her long, blood red nails cutting into Emma’s sensitive flesh. Emma switched her focus of attack too; feeling the pain in her own breast, she moved to mirror Sammy’s attacks with a nipple twist and grab of her own. Now it looked like, as both ladies yelled with pain, facing each other with their bodies still locked closely together, stocking clad legs almost instinctively fighting for superiority, that this mutual mauling attack might be going to settle the fight. It may have seemed that way, but Sammy had other ideas and she rocked Emma with a fast elbow to the jaw that rolled Emma, looking slightly dazed, on to her back.

A bad position to be in against a fighter like Sammy who immediately dived on top of Emma and closed both of her hands around her throat in a straight up choke hold that was a dangerous move for Emma to be caught in. Her hands went straight to Sammy’s as the blonde, sat high on Emma’s chest, bore down on her, looking to choke her in to submission. Emma was in trouble, her high heels digging into the carpet as she tried to bridge Sammy off her, but the blonde held her position well. Desperation was clear in Emma’s eyes as Sammy leaned in closer, seemingly to get a better look at Emma’s eyes. Inadvertently though, she brought her own eyes into Emma’s range, and there was no hesitation from Emme in delivering an eye rake to Sammy who shrieked in surprise. Sammy’s hands went to her own eyes, the choke was broken, and Emma immediately grabbed a double handful of hair, not even bothering to roll Sammy off her as she pulled the blonde’s face down in to her breasts, looking to smother her. Now suddenly, it was Sammy in danger as her face was pulled deep into the smothering softness of Emma’s breasts, anchored in place there by two good handfuls of hair. Dangerous times for the blonde brawler now, but like Emma, she was a fighter not prone to giving up quickly or easily. Her hands groped for a target as Emma pulled her ever deeper into the smother, one hand pawing at Emma’s face. It was her other hand that forced the break though as she found Emma’s crotch, sliding a hand inside those lace booty shorts to claw at her womanhood. Emma shrieked loudly, releasing Sammy’s hair for the blonde to escape the smother and she focussed on bringing her nails into play on Emma’s pussy as the auburn haired fighter yelled out loudly in pain.

Sammy was totally focussed on punishing Emma’s womanhood now, hand inside her teal coloured booty shorts, working feverishly to hurt her. Putting her efforts into one escape move, Emma bridged hard, ignoring the pain from the pussy claw, and she definitely breathed a sigh of relied as Sammy was rolled off her to the carpet. The two women, breathing hard from the action so far were actually apart for the first time in the fight now as each slowly made their way back to their feet about halfway through the fifteen minute spell in which no wrestling was going to be allowed. As they made their feet, Sammy struck first with a stiff jab to the face, immediately repaid in kind by Emma with a similar blow as the fight escalated quickly into a fist fight for the moment. With her height advantage, that might have suited Emma more, but Sammy took her punches, landing a similar amount herself until both ladies, rubbing at their faces, elected to take a brief moment to rethink their strategies.

The match had a very brief lull now as the two ladies stalked each other around the plush committee room. ‘Not bad bitch’ Sammy admitted to Emma, ‘you’re pretty tough’ she told Emma. ‘You’re not bad yourself bitch’ Emma replied, taken aback almost immediately as Sammy latched on to a double breast claw and ran her back hard to the wall. A brutal double breast maul continued to be Sammy’s choice of move against the wall, grabbing and twisting two handfuls of sensitive breast flesh harshly to bring a look of agony to Emma’s face. ‘I’ll fucking finish you off now though you big ginger bitch!’ Sammy promised as she leaned in to put as much of her power and ill intention into the move as possible. ‘Aaaaaggghhh! You fucking cunt!’ Emma cried out, ‘my tits!’ she yelled in pain as Sammy took it to her. Into the hair now, Emma forced Sammy’s head back painfully for a moment, but Sammy released one of her vicious tit claw for a moment and slugged Emma deep in the belly, draining her for a moment. Then the double claw was back on straight away, Emma’s head thrown back in pain as Sammy’s fingers expertly tortured her once again. Emma was in pain, perhaps moments away from losing the fight, but she forced Sammy’s head back by the hair again and slapped down into Sammy’s left breast, dragging her nails in deep to make Sammy shriek in pain once more.

Sammy went back to another shot to the gut then, trying to take it out of Emma, who blocked it, raising her thigh to absorb the blow as she slapped Sammy’s face. That forced Sammy back, just a step, just enough to give Emma the space to lash a kick into the belly, knocking Sammy on to her backside on the carpet. Now it was the blonde brawler who found herself in that dangerous position at a tough opponent’s feet, and she paid for it as Emma sent a kick into her body with the toe of her right shoe. Sammy gasped for air now and Emma, looming over her, took the chance to sink in a choke of her own as she towered over Sammy. A dangerous moment for Sammy, but one that passed quickly as the tough blonde showed her uncompromising style, using a straight punch to the crotch. As her knuckles slammed into Emma’s pussy, her teal booty shorts doing nothing to alleviate the power of the blow, she drew a guttural cry from the auburn haired fighter who crumpled to the carpet again.

Sammy once more didn’t bother getting to her feet, again simply lunging for Emma to land on top of her in an untidy pinning position. Pinning wasn’t the plan for Sammy though, she was all about dishing out pain as she gave Emma a fierce backhand across the face. In reply, Emma moaned loudly and latched her nails into Sammy’s thighs and arse. That drew a shriek of pain from Sammy but also earned Emma a headbutt in the face, delivered from close range and packing just enough power to startle Emma. Now, feeling that Emma might be ripe for the taking, Sammy leaned in to bite her breasts, bringing a long and loud cry of pain from Emma who, flat on her back in the carper, was in serious pain and serious trouble. Her instincts served her well though; most women would have tried to push Sammy away, but Emma wrapped an arm tightly around her head and ignored the pain to force her deeper into the breast, trapping the blonde in a smother.

This was the time for a real battle of wills as Sammy continued the biting attack, hoping to chew her way clear of the smother as Emma shrieked loudly in pain. She maintained her grip on Sammy tightly for now through, grabbing her hair with the other hand to make the hold even more secure. Sammy was the one in the bigger trouble suddenly, despite her position loosely on top of Emma. She did have two hands free to attack with though, and she hammered at Emma’s body with hard fists, each bringing a groan of pain as Emma felt the knuckles slam into her. Her grip remained strong through as she kept Sammy’s face firmly in her breast still, tiring the blonde brawler who throughout the sapping smother had also kept her teeth sunk into Emma’s breast. Emma hoped that she was going to be able to force Sammy to suck in a gasp of air, at which point she could sink in the smother. Instead, she found Sammy’s right hand inside her booty shorts once again, looking for the crotch claw, and forced to defend that, she lost control of the smother. Once again now, the two ladies engaged in something of a catball, Sammy trying to climb on top of Emma and almost immediately getting rolled to her back by Emma as the two ladies lay with their bodies tightly pressed together, legs intertwined as the fight continued. This was now catfighting at it’s most basic level, neither woman looking to break free or control the other, both just wanting to be the one dishing out the majority of the pain.

Punches landed hard, fists slamming into each other’s bodies, hair was pulled, faces were slapped, and then the final stage of the vicious catball, breasts were clawed in a mutual session of painful punishment, each hoping that they could simply maul the other woman to defeat. Then both women had the same idea as each went with a punch to the face, landing them almost simultaneously, but Emma’s carrying perhaps that little bit more power as she currently held the top position. Both were a little dazed, Sammy possibly slightly the more so, and as the two women fell apart, it was Emma able to get to her feet first. Sammy, just about having reached all fours, presented Emma with the perfect target for a hard kick right into the pit of the belly and as the timer started to near the fifteen minute mark, Emma had Sammy right where she wanted her it seemed. Rolled to her back by the hard kick, gasping for air, Sammy was in no shape to defend as Emma spread her legs and dropped a knee right to her pussy. Now Sammy howled in pain, and Emma fancied it was the chance to finish her, dropping down heavily to sit on her breasts. Both ladies bodies bore the marks of the battle by now, nail marks on breasts and body; Emma’s belly reddened too where Sammy had landed with several good punches. It was the hand in the top of Sammy’s blonde hair as Emma shifted forward that was going to prove decisive here. Inside the fifteen minutes, Emma pulled Sammy’s face tightly into her pussy, a face-sit smother that having just taken a kick to the belly and a knee to the pussy was the last thing that Sammy needed right now.

Not that she was likely to give up easily as Emma told her ‘submit bitch, I’ve got you!’. There was a muffled reply from Sammy who sunk the nails of her left hand in to Emma’s knee and latched cruelly on to Emma’s left breast with the nails of her right hand. Emma cried out in pain once again but now she delivered some highly effective punishment of her own, hammering punch after punch into Sammy’s stomach. At the same time, she kept the pussy smother in place, grinding hard into Sammy’s face, knowing that as her punches started to empty Sammy’s lungs, it was getting increasingly tough for the blonde to hold out. She still had to grit her teeth against the fierce breast attack, those sharp nails of Sammy’s highly effective, but now, today, Emma wouldn’t be denied and as her fist continued to beat out a steady pace on Sammy’s body, eventually the blonde started to tap her leg in submission. Emma eased her grip of the hair, now asking Sammy ‘Is that it? Are you done?’ to check that she gave up.

‘Yes’ Sammy replied ‘I’m done, for today’

‘Only for today?’ Emma asked as she climbed off the blonde to sit next to her on the carpet. ‘So you’d like another go then?’ she enquired.

‘Of course’ Sammy told her. ‘And you will won’t be so lucky next time bitch; I’ll beat your ass…’

‘I see’ Emma replied, evenly enough. ‘Well, I’m not that hard to find, and as you know, I like to fight too. If I can fit it in with my other commitments, I’ll be happy to beat you again Sammy.’ she finished.

‘You wish, bitch’ Sammy shot back, adding ‘you can safely assume I’ll be back for another go at you!’ as she got up from the floor now, slipping her earlier discarded dress back on over her fight clothes. Emma did the same, the action over for now between the two, but I still felt the tension in the air between them. My impression was that a fight set up cordially enough to see who was the toughest had perhaps lead to something more of a rivalry between Emma and Sammy. I hadn’t seen too many women take it to Emma in the way Sammy had for much of the fight with her straight ahead brawling style. Equally, I hadn’t seen Sammy forced to submit since her first fight with Sara either, so it was fair to say both women had proven quite impressive. I was fairly sure it would only be a matter of time before they were facing each other again.