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The Switch
By Wolfboy
Emma finds out who her mystery opponent is, and the title defence starts immediately when she finds out!
And so, Emma would face an unknown opponent who had promised to return her title belt to her, in the ring, in return for an immediate title shot. It was hardly the best of deals for Emma, but there was little she could do about it as Lady Amelia had accepted that offer to get control of the belt back. Our instructions were simple enough; prepare for a no holds barred no time limit match, wear just stockings and lingerie for a topless match, and be first in the ring. Under those instructions, we found ourselves out in the room that contained the ring, Emma leaning casually against the turnbuckles, topless already in just a pair of neon pink lace booty shorts and a pair of shimmering nude hold up stockings. Emma may have looked casual, but she was mulling over a whole range of possibilities in her mind as she waited those short moments in the ring to find out who she would be face. For some reason though, we’d both overlooked one person in all of this; Toni, who now burst through the door in to the ring room wearing a beautiful flowing red dress with silver high heels, brandishing the Smythe title belt above her head. She was followed by the big powerful blonde Paislee as well, as had been the case throughout her run in adult professional wrestling, the blonde wearing a tighter fitting red dress that showed all of her curves off perfectly.
‘I should have fucking known!’ Emma shouted across the ring as Toni moved towards the referee with the title. ‘You devious fucking bitch!’ she protested as she eyed the Texan with thinly veiled fury.
‘Why, thank you’ Toni mocked in return, ‘I am a devious bitch, you’re quite right, and I’m proud of it!’ she laughed, waving the Smythe title belt for all to see.
‘Get it over with then cunt!’ Emma demanded now. ‘Give her the title belt so I can get on with kicking your skank ass!’ she told Toni, who just looked at her icily in return.
‘If you insist’ the Texan said, before moving towards the referee once more, but still, she didn’t hand the title belt over. ‘I almost forgot’ she said, a smile spreading on her face, as she turned towards Paislee and beckoned her into the ring. ‘You’re not fighting me bitch…...you’re fighting her’ Toni said now, handing the title belt to Paislee who immediately handed it to the referee. Those were the rules on offer; the woman who handed the title belt to the organisation got the title shot. In this case, the Smythe organisation was effectively the referee, so with the belt now in her hands courtesy of Paislee, the big blonde had the title shot.
‘What, you want me to fight against this big titted stripper rather than you?’ Emma mocked now, trying to goad Toni.
‘I’d concentrate on her’ Toni laughed, ‘she’s your opponent after all, not me!’ she said as she slipped through the ropes to act as Paislee’s second having passed a slip of paper to the ring announcer, who took a moment to digest it before he began to bring events to order.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a no holds barred, no time limit match for The Smythe Championship. It is to be fought under loser gets fucked, answer the bell rules. If one fighter is unable to meet the sound of the bell after a 60 second interval, they will forfeit the match and will be fucked in the centre of the ring by the winner, or a person of their choice.’ That announcement in itself sent a huge wave of anticipation around the room; the Smythe Championship had never been contested under loser gets fucked rules after all. ‘First of all, let me introduce the challenger, from Oxford, Ohio, United States, at 5 feet 11 inches all, 201lbs, 27 years old and measuring 42F-31-44, with a catfight record of 14 fights, 13 wins and 1 defeat, this is Paislee!’ he said, the crowd applauding the blonde who was currently shimmying out of her tight red dress, having already kicked off her shoes to pass out of the ring to Toni. She gave them the briefest wave as she stood before them now, wearing red hot pants and a pair of sheer red hold up stockings. She was, without any doubt, a powerful woman, solidly built and curvy. Her blonde hair was loosely cured and hung to the middle of her back. Lips painted a bright shade of crimson, finger nails a similar shade of red and clearly long and sharp. I wondered what kind of challenge this big blonde would present to Emma, knowing that we would find our soon enough now.
‘Her opponent is the current, and 5 time, Smythe catfighting champion, from Staffordshire, England, at 5 feet 10 inches, 171lbs, 42 years old and measuring 40E-28-39, with a catfighting record of 60 wins and 21 losses, this is Emma Baines!’ the announcer finished, getting out of the ring as the two women came to centre ring, the reception for Emma from crowd still hanging in the air, as the referee gave final instructions to two ladies that weren’t really interested in listening to them. ‘I’m going to fuck you up bitch!’ Paislee sneered. ‘I’m bigger, I’m stronger and I’m nastier than anyone you’ve fought before’ she confidently stated.
‘Well you look nasty, that’s for sure’ Emma stated flatly, ‘but lets see if you can back that big mouth up, because better than you have tried and failed before cunt!’ she said as the bell rang and she punched Paislee square in the mouth, rocking her head back with a cascade of her flowing blonde hair. Emma immediately shoved Paislee back to the ropes, taking advantage of the bigger woman being off balance, before ploughing a knee into her belly. A double nail rake of the breasts followed quickly, drawing a shriek of pain from the imposing blonde, as Emma looked to get off to a fast start. A punch to the belly followed, before she sent Paislee to the opposite ropes; the blonde rebounded quickly, finding Emma waiting for her on both knees to deliver a harsh double fisted blow to the belly that doubled Paislee up. Emma was on her feet quickly to floor the blonde then with a big knee lift to the breasts, sending her to the mat on her back. Wasting no time, Emma delivered a big leg drop across those same heaving F cup breasts before snatching that shock of blonde hair to force Paislee into a crushing side head scissors. Now she slapped hard at Paislee’s breasts while her strong thighs put the squeeze on the blonde, already drawing a cry of pain from her. Another hard slap to the breast, then the nails were sunk in, making Paislee shriek in pain as she hissed ‘get off me, bitch!’
Another slap flattened those big breasts again before Emma sunk her nails in deep again and taunted the blonde ‘make me; you’re just a fucking fat stripper bitch’ as she punished Paislee. In return, the blonde pushed and pulled at Emma’s thighs, but she seemed to have no real concept of how to escape the hold it seemed to me. Was the blonde in over her head I wondered? It certainly seemed that way as, inside of two minutes, as Emma started to add a cruel nipple twist to her breast attack, Paislee blurted out ‘I submit!’
Emma got in an extra slap to the breast after the submission, earning a reprimand from the referee, but she knew if was no holds barred, so any warning was going to be pretty hollow no matter how much Paislee and Toni might protest. She returned to the corner with a look of confidence spreading on her face as she told me ‘that was easy Steve, she’s got nothing!’
‘Just be a bit wary of her yet Em’ I said, raising a note of caution. ‘She may not be a natural catfighter, but we know she’s a powerful woman and she’s hurt people in that adult wrestling’ I pointed out.
‘Sure’ Emma agreed, ‘but she does all her damage sneaking up on people in that. I’m right in front of her here, and she did nothing!’ she pointed out.
So it was a confident Emma who answered the bell for fall two of the contest, but I’d seen no sign of panic or concern in Paislee’s corner with Toni either. Although Emma felt the blonde might be a pushover, I had my doubts. Emma started fall two on the front foot though, once again rocking Paislee’s head back a couple of times with stiff jabs as well as getting in a stinging slap to the left breast as the blonde’s defences went higher. This time, Paislee shot back too, a right hand to the body giving Emma momentary pause as it was clear the blonde hit hard, but she shook it off and soon had Paislee backed up to the ropes. Now she clinched with the blonde, almost like a Muay Thai fighter with her arms around her head, but using a liberal grip of the hair as the rules allowed for. Emma started to send knees into her challengers body now, two landing, seeming to take some of the fight out of Paislee as they did. Then a third knee was thrown but Paislee was waiting on it, and she blocked it, and fired back with an uppercut, straight up to the point of the chin, and Emma was rocked back, shaken to her core by the shuddering blow. Immediately the blonde followed up too, a running clothesline with all of her 201lbs behind it bowling Emma to the mat with ease.
‘Oooofff!’ Emma wheezed as Paislee delivered a big splash across her body now, crushing the wind from her lungs, before lying across Emma, she simply grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her into a side headlock. A partial smother too I realised as Paislee cranked the headlock and pulled Emma’s face further in towards her impressive breasts. Not a total smother though as Emma was just able to turn her face enough to ensure that her mouth wasn’t totally covered, but still, having a 201lb woman lying across her was hardly a great position to be in. ‘Squeeze Paislee!’ Toni instructed from the corner, not that the blonde needed any great encouragement on that front if Emma’s groans of pain were anything to go by. Looking for a way out, Emma got a hand into Paislee’s mane of blonde hair, pulling hard and being rewarded by a little yelp of pain. The blonde showed her that two could play that game though, adding a hair pull of her own to the headlock as she cranked powerfully on that move again to punish Emma. Again my wife tried the hair pull, to no real avail as she could barely move the blonde from her position, and Paislee punished her for it as she released the headlock and lifted her body a little off Emma before falling back to plant her butt in Emma’s belly. Winded, Emma showed little resistance as Paislee used a combination of hair and booty shorts to force her to her feet where she lifted her into a rib cracking bear hug. Emma moaned loudly as she felt the power the blonde could bring to bear on her, but this was a position from which she could bring her catfight experience back into play. Searching for her target as she suffered, Emma was quick to rake Paislee’s eyes, and the big blonde dropped Emma in front of her. ‘You fucking bitch! My eyes!’ she protested loudly before Emma drove a knee lift into her stomach and looked to take back control of the fight again.
She went to the long, flowing hair of the blonde to do that, using it to throw her across the mats. Paislee looked to have landed heavily, and Emma was straight down on to her to take advantage with a heavy elbow drop to the stomach. She wanted to keep Paislee down as well, knowing that her extra size and strength would be largely negated down on the mat. Emma elected to do that with some good old fashioned catfighting as well, taking a sort of side pin as she wrapped one hand in Paislee’s hair, sunk the other into her right breast, and started to punish the blonde. ‘Scream bitch!’ Emma told her as she raked her breasts harshly, and Paislee complied with her demand, but the blonde looked to fight back too. Unable to grab Emma’s hair, she pushed up on Emma’s chin and looked to claw at Emma’s breasts as well. Paislee’s fingers made Emma moan in pain now too, but she still held the upper hand for now, using her position to slug Paislee in the belly with two hard punches. Paislee faltered for a moment, but then she dug back into Emma’s breasts, just as Emma did the same to her, both crying out in pain as they looked at the other with thinly veiled disdain. They were both hurting the other too, neither looking to break away; Emma went to the body with another punch before smiling and sending another one into Paislee’s crotch before going back to the breast claw as she had the blonde subdued for the moment.
Quickly now, Emma moved into a position sat heavily on the blonde’s face with a reverse face sit, enjoying the fact that she had the blonde’s body laid out in front of her to attack. And attack she did, slamming punches into breasts and body, looking to pummel Paislee into a second submission. It was a dangerous position for her to be in, Emma sat heavily on her face, smothering her effectively with her butt while the punches sapped her of more oxygen. A stinging slap across the breasts followed, Emma’s fingers grazing across the blonde’s nipples, then she dug hungrily into those breasts once again with her nails, punishing Paislee. The blonde roared in pain now, the sound muffled of course by Emma’s ass, but that just served to empty her lungs that little bit quicker. Emma wasn’t going to let up either, and now Paislee was left with little choice other than to submit again, tapping furiously at the mats. Again Emma got in an extra nail rake across the breasts after the submission just to make her point. Within six minutes of action, she’d taken a 2-0 lead in the fight, a good early lead, but given the answer the bell rules, it was a lead that potentially had no bearing on the overall outcome I knew. Emma was definitely feeling like she had things going her way though as she waited impatiently for the one minute break to pass so that she could get back to working on the blonde, hoping to put her away now.
Round three started with a flurry of action then, Emma exchanging punches to the body with Paislee at close range, before she went to the hair to back Paislee up to the corner. In an instant, she had the blonde’s arms over the top rope so that she could lash a chop across her breasts, making sure once again to drag her nails there into the deal. Paislee screeched in pain once more, but when Emma tried to follow up with a right hand to the face, the blonde blocked it, and sent Emma back towards centre ring with a hard shove to the chest. A momentary blip for Emma it looked like as she rushed back into the corner, wanting to keep up the pressure. She ran straight into a kick to the stomach though, and the early part of the fall quickly went into Paislee’s favour as she then cut Emma down with a right hand to the point of the jaw. She hit hard, and Emma felt it, looking to shake off the cobwebs as she landed on her ass on the mat; in front of Paislee though, she was a sitting target, one that the blonde gleefully accepted by slamming one of her thick thighs straight into Emma’s face.
Paislee may have been inexperienced in the world of catfights compared to Emma, but her hard hitting style was going to cause problems if she got on top. And right now, that was where she was, proving it by slamming a foot down on Emma’s stomach in a stomp designed to crush the air from her. The blonde raked Emma’s eyes as she writhed on the mat, then went to the hair to pull Emma up and send her into the ropes with an Irish Whip. As Emma rebounded, Paislee simply set herself and used her 201lbs to body check Emma to the mat. It was rare to see Emma to come off second best so clearly in that kind of collision, but Paislee was a solidly built big woman who had control of the match, waiting patiently for Emma to reach all fours before she used her left breast like a football with a kick that sent Emma back to the mat, howling in pain. No respite was allowed by the blonde either, using the hair to hold Emma’s cheek against her own raised right knee before slamming the foot back to the canvas to allow the shock wave to hit Emma’s face hard. Emma dropped back to the mat, struggling to get her senses back together, while Paislee did everything in her power to prevent it, delivering an elbow drop across the lower back this time as Emma reached all fours. Now the big blonde straddled Emma’s upper back, her thick legs doing a good job of pinning Emma’s arms to her sides as she did so. With her left hand she bunched Emma’s long auburn hair into a rudimentary ponytail, using the grip to then pull Emma’s face from the mat and turn it to the side. Immediately Paislee started to crack home some heavy handed slaps, each one making Emma cry out in pain before a couple of seconds later, another slap would land. ‘Give up!’ Paislee demanded as she slapped hard again, and then hooked her fingers inside Emma’s mouth, pulling hard to give her another painful predicament to cope with.
‘No!’ Emma responded, voice a little distorted by the way Paislee pulled at her mouth as now the blonde re-bunched Emma’s hair before starting to slap away to the face again. Emma finally got an arm free from where Paislee had pinned it to her side, and now she was able to use that to block the slaps. It didn’t stop Paislee from grabbing her hair harder though to slam her face in to the mat, then the blonde raked her finger nails down Emma’s back as she got to her feet, standing over Emma. Patiently, the blonde waited for Emma to get to all fours, waiting poised until she did so m and then Paislee jumped up to crash her butt down in the middle of Emma’s back, and crush her back to the mat. A knee drop followed quickly, right in the small of the back, a piercing blow to draw a cry of pain from Emma as it landed, and she was in serious trouble in this fall now. Paislee kept up the pressure too, getting up and stomping the lower back, then a kick to the ribs, before another knee drop to the same spot had Emma moaning loudly in pain. Again Paislee straddled Emma’s upper back, this time getting her positioned for a camel clutch, employing that hair to pull Emma back into a painfully arched position. Then the blonde quickly switched her grip for a double breast claw, reaching over the shoulders, leaning back, using the hold of Emma’s breasts to bend her painfully. Even though it was a painful hold, it was still a bit of a surprise to see Emma submit so quickly, crying out ‘I give! I give!’ to force the break. It may have been a shrewd move though to avoid further damage, though it didn’t stop Paislee from using another knee drop to the back to show that she too could put the hurt on after the bell as well if needed.
Emma looked in some pain from her lower back as she came back to the corner, but she was also looking totally switched on to the fight now as well, knowing at last that Paislee presented a challenge she couldn’t afford to take lightly. ‘Bitch hits hard’ was all she’d offer on the way the third fall had gone, there wasn’t exactly a long time between rounds for a more detailed discussion anyway; at least Emma looked like she wanted to fight now I thought as she went back into the ring to start round four. Three submissions in just over ten minutes of action suggested that both women were capable of hurting the other. The looks both gave the other across the ring before the bell rang again suggested more so that they wanted to hurt each other. As it was, fall four started in a flurry of activity, Paislee and Emma flailing at each other with a series of stinging slaps to the face and breasts, neither giving an inch. Paislee caught Emma a bit by surprise with a kick to the thigh, just taking her off balance a little, and a slap to the face rocked Emma against the ropes. Now Paislee was in quickly, ploughing a right hand in to the body that saw Emma gasp as the air was pounded from her lungs again. The big blonde took advantage of that, grabbing hair and the back of Emma’s booty shorts to throw her out of the ring on the opposite side of the ring to me now. It was a heavy landing for Emma on the carpeted area outside the ring; while it was unusual to see matches leave the ring in Smythe catfights, it certainly wasn’t against the rules, and Paislee followed her out there, intent on doing some more damage.
Toni’s reputation had clearly preceded her as the referee quickly warned her ‘keep back Toni or I’ll kick your girl out!’ to head off any interest the Texan may have had in joining the fray. Paislee didn’t need a huge amount of assistance in all honesty though at this point as with Emma winded by the fall from the ring, she was able to lift her easily into an across the knee back breaker. Emma moaned as her back took more punishment, crying out as Paislee stretched her across her leg with a hand in the crotch and one on her breasts for a moment before she shoved her off to the floor once more. It was only a momentary separation though as Paislee forced Emma up by the hair, lifted her again and this time she body slammed her on the hard carpeted area outside the ring. As she landed, Emma cried out ‘Aaaaggggh!’ in pain at the hard, uncompromising landing; her hips rose slightly from the ground as she tried to alleviate some of the pain, and Paislee delivered a cruel stomp to the crotch to really put Emma in a world of trouble. It was clear from the guttural scream of pain that Emma was hurting here at the hands of the big powerful blonde who now spread Emma’s legs as she was still on her back on the hard floor. Emma tried to cover her crotch with her hands, fearing another crotch attack, but that wasn’t Paislee’s intention here and instead, the American blonde drove two knees into the back of each thigh. Methodically, Paislee was working to a plan to break Emma down piece by piece, targetting her legs and back by using her abilities from the world of adult professional wrestling.
Now she pulled Emma back to her feet by the hair, and Emma tried to fight back with a punch to the body. A second followed as Paislee tried to come back in, forcing some more separation, but the blonde wasn’t fooled a third time as Emma went for the punch, and she blocked it before delivering a knee into Emma’s body to cut her off. Emma groaned as she was caught and winded, and Paislee showed some more of her power and wrestling ability to lift Emma under her right arm and drop her hard to the floor in a side-walk slam. Another punishing impact for Emma’s back, and now Paislee waited patiently for a struggling Emma to make her way back to her feet. As soon as she did, the blonde grabbed a handful of Emma’s auburn hair and ran her towards the ring to slam her face into the apron. No rest for Emma though as Paislee got her up immediately, happy to allow Emma to support herself there on the ring apron with both hands as she applied a crotch claw from behind her. ‘OWWWW…….AAAGGHHH…..My pussy! YOU BITCH!!’ Emma squealed as she found herself in big trouble her on the outside of the ring. It almost came as a relief to her when Paislee used the pussy claw as her leverage to lift and roll Emma back into the ring beneath the bottom rope, eventually breaking the fearsome maul.
Inside the ring though, the punishment continued for Emma in the form of a heavy elbow drop to the lower back before Paislee got Emma to all fours, forcing her head between her powerful thighs in what looked like being a standing head scissors. Then Paislee waist locked Emma and in one fluid motion, lifted her up into an over the shoulder hanging backbreaker. Now all of the big blonde’s work on Emma’s back came to fruition and she cried out in pain as she blonde locked her hands across Emma’s breasts and started to parade her around the ring. The crowd had an electricity about it, surprised as they were to see the champion getting handled like this and they were fairly sure that there was an equalising submission coming. Emma grimaced, trying hard to stave off the pain, she tried to break Paislee’s grip but to no avail as the blonde resisted her pulling at her locked hands. Once again, Emma cried out, feeling the pain coursing through her back as her Amazonian opponent simply walked her around the ring on her shoulder like she was a lightweight. ‘Give up cunt!’ Paislee demanded now, listening to Emma’s pained moans.
‘No...fuck you!’ Emma shot back, but she was in real trouble and showed no sign of being able to escape. ‘Only one of us getting fucked tonight’ Paislee shot back, dropping to her knees to jar Emma’s back further before adding ‘and it’s not me…’
The jarring impact as Paislee landed on her knees proved enough though for the big blonde fighter to secure the equalising submission, Emma crying out ‘I submit! I submit!’ before Paislee simply shrugged her off her shoulders to the mat. With that hard landing, the blonde felt no need to add any post bell punishment this time, heading straight back to her corner to talk with Toni while Emma struggled to her feet, limping a little and favouring her back as she came back to our corner. ‘That hurt’ she said, confirming what had looked pretty obvious from the outside as she added ‘a lot!’
‘Want me to try and loosen your back up?’ I asked her.
‘Don’t want to let her know how much it hurts’ Emma grimaced, while I suggested to her ‘you’ve got to get her down and catfight her I think babe. She’s too big and strong to have a stand up fight with!’
‘I know it, but it’s like trying to move a fucking gorilla!’ Emma admitted as the time between rounds ticked down, and across the ring, Paislee took a big drink of water just before she came back to the centre of the ring, waiting for the bell. I’d half expected the big blonde to try and rush Emma in the corner, but she didn’t, still preferring the patient approach as both women traded some blows from long range. It was pretty evident that Paislee had grown in confidence during the fight so far, and fifteen minutes in, having tied the score up, she looked to take over as she burst a jab through Emma’s defences to snap her head back with a cascade of flying auburn hair. Emma was rocked back to the corner, looking in trouble as Paislee went with a kick to the belly, only to find that in trouble or not, Emma’s instincts hadn’t deserted her as she caught Paislee’s foot to block the kick. Quickly Emma swept Paislee’s other leg out from underneath her and was presented with the perfect opportunity of having her opponent prone on the mat in front of her. She tried to grab both of Paislee’s legs, probably the prelude to a knee to the pussy, but she found her still too strong, flexing those powerful legs towards her first before straightening them to push Emma off into the corner. Emma was able to take advantage of a slow to rise Paislee though it seemed, taking her in a front headlock as she did so. What looked to be advantageous at first looked less so though when the powerful blonde got her hands on Emma’s waist and used that grip to run her back to the corner.
Now against the turnbuckles, Paislee tried to ram her shoulder into Emma’s belly, but again, the tables turned as Emma used a well timed knee lift to hurt Paislee. As the blonde tottered back out of the corner, Emma burst out of it with a running clothesline that flattened Paislee, and she followed that up quickly with a full body splash. As she converted that to a cross pin, Emma looked to have Paislee back in check though she quickly paid the price for failing to control the blonde’s hands with some fierce hair pulling. Emma had wanted her hands free though, one trying to clamp down between Paislee’s legs with a crotch claw that the blonde hastily defended. She couldn’t stop Emma completely though and as she moaned with pain, Emma told her to ‘shut it bitch!’ and swiftly clamped her other hand over her nose and mouth in a hand smother. Desperate times for Paislee as Emma tried to cut off her hair with her hand pressed down firmly across her nose and mouth. Desperate times called for desperate measures and Paislee was able to get her teeth into Emma’s hand, though it didn’t cause an immediate break in the smother, Emma trying to resist and keep the pressure up. It served as a useful distraction for Paislee though, and she was able to deliver an eye rake as Emma turned to look at her, forcing the break it seemed. Paislee had been hoodwinked though as Emma rolled away, clutching at her eyes, apparently in some distress until the blonde leaned over her to grab her hair and force her to her feet. From her knees, Emma struck with an uppercut to the crotch, freezing Paislee on the spot as she got to her feet, grabbed the blonde’s hair and led her to the corner above Toni to introduce her face first to the top turnbuckle. Now Paislee slumped forward against the turnbuckle, and Emma locked eyes with Toni before she ran her finger nails harshly down the blonde’s back. Still looking at Toni, Emma hammered in two kidney punches now, clearly hurting Paislee who shouted out in pain as each fist landed. Emma’s message to Toni seemed to be clear; ‘this should be you!’ but Toni was unperturbed, returning her gaze evenly, still confident in her protege. Emma kept up the pressure again, grabbing the hair once more allowing her to slam Paislee’s face into the turnbuckle. Then she pulled Paislee from the corner, slipped a hand between the blonde’s thick thighs and tried to lift her for a body slam. Tried was the operative word as Paislee’s earlier work on her back came home to roost now, and the pain shot through Emma’s back as she failed to get the blonde’s feet off the mat. And then, it was Emma who was in trouble as Paislee delivered a knee lift to the gut and clubbed her around the back of the head with an elbow.
Emma dropped to her knees, moaning in pain, a little dazed too, and Paislee took what looked like a trapezius nerve hold on her. Of course, it was little more that a grip to hold Emma on her knees for two kicks to the belly, followed by one to the crotch, the last one sending Emma to the mat, clutching her womanhood and trying to catch her breath. I thought that she might be primed for a smother submission while she tried to catch her breath, especially against a woman of Paislee’s stature. Instead, the blonde brought her upright, throwing her into the corner and following in immediately with a short avalanche splash that really snatched the air from Emma’s body. Now she was pressed in against the turnbuckle as Paislee’s hands explored her body for a moment, finding the target that she was looking for to apply a claw hold against her, Emma shrieking as she felt the pressure brought to bear on her. That was quickly stopped though as Paislee dazed her with a headbutt, and then used a thunderous body slam to keep the pain burning in Emma’s back. Paislee had her set up quickly between her thick thighs then as she hoisted Emma in to that over the shoulder backbreaker again, Emma screaming ‘NOOOO! PLEASE NOOOO!’ as she did so. There was no parading of Emma round the ring this time though as Paislee knew she had her hurt, dropping straight to her knees in that jarring move again. The pain was intense for Emma who immediately cried out ‘I submit...I SUBMIT!’ to put Paislee up 3-2 in the bout. Paislee made sure to shrug Emma off in a neutral corner now, so that she was away from out corner, knowing that it was going to take her a good amount of the 60 seconds between rounds to find her way back. She was limping and clearly in pain as she finally made it now, but almost immediately the bell rang as Paislee took another long pull on her water before coming back to centre ring.
Again, I was surprised to see that the blonde didn’t rush in though, instead stopping to take off her hotpants and flick them back towards her corner with her foot, before rolling her hold up stockings down her legs to fight totally nude. An unspoken challenge quickly becoming a verbal one as she demanded ‘fight me naked cunt, I want to destroy you that way!’
A confident demand from Paislee, but one Emma could hardly refuse as the crowd stirred excitedly at the bold demand of the blonde newcomer. A smile spread on Paislee’s face as she saw Emma stripping off, and it grew as she saw the look of pain caused when Emma removed her stockings. Paislee thought she had her now, but equally fighting nude did give Emma chance to attack her most sensitive areas if she got chance. ‘Finish her off Paislee!’ Toni shouted from the corner now, adding ‘you know what to do to her!’ as the two women circled, Emma cautiously, defensively while Paislee looked predatory. The blonde looked to be enjoying herself as she slowly herded Emma towards a corner but she enjoyed it considerably less when Emma snapped out a kick to the belly that surprised her. Emma shouted in pain as she did it, but gritting her teeth, she unleashed a flurry of slaps to the face and chest to force the blonde back to the ropes. Paislee pushed her away but Emma swarmed back in quickly to flail away again, knowing she needed a quick start and something decisive in her favour. She went for a knee lift to the pussy, blocked on one of the thick thighs of the blonde now who again pushed Emma away. There was another flash of pain across Emma’s face as Paislee pushed her back, and missing a step perhaps, as Emma tried to come back in, she was folded up by a hard front kick to the belly. Dropped to a knee, Emma was quickly the victim of Paislee’s vicious streak as she dimmed her lights with a knee to the chin, sending her back to the mat.
Paislee took the chance to kick Emma in the breasts now as she struggled to all fours, raked her nails down her back as she dropped back flat to the mat on her belly, and then delivered another knee drop to the lower back. Emma screamed in pain, knowing that she was being systematically picked apart now by this powerful amazon, and wasn’t sure what she could do about it. An opportunity presented itself briefly as Paislee went to the hair to pull her up, and Emma instinctively went for the crotch claw, but that was put down quickly with a right hand to the jaw. Now Paislee did lift Emma, almost seamlessly into a body slam, delivered with a ring shaking authority, then she waited patiently for Emma to stir before simply pushing her down with a foot in the face; not a kick, simply a push with the flat of the foot delivered with disdain. Again she waited and repeated that move before a third time saw Emma catch her foot and tip her to the mat. That only served to enrage the big blonde now, and she lashed out a foot to catch Emma in the ribs, knocking her back down. Now Paislee attacked again, pulling Emma up to deliver another crunching body slam at the centre of the ring. Immediately Emma screamed, pain from her back added to as Paislee hooked her nails into her breasts and used that grip to force Emma slowly and painfully to her feet. A headbutt to the face immediately rocked Emma back to the corner above Toni, followed in quickly by a devastating splash against the turnbuckles as 201lbs of prime fighting woman crushed the air from Emma’s body. Game to the last, Emma tried to send a right hand into Paislee’s body, but it was weak, shrugged off with ease by Paislee who raked the eyes and threw a disoriented Emma from the corner by her auburn hair.
Emma landed hard on her back, spread-eagled at centre ring, and was quickly pinned there by Paislee who sat down heavily on her breasts, crushing them beneath her butt. Her intent was clear too, pinning Emma’s hands to the mat above her head, s she looked down at her, not seeing a lot of fight left in Emma’s eyes I suspected, before she shifted forward into a heavy face sit. She wasn’t quite done there as she reached back to claw at Emma’s breasts beneath her ass. ‘NO!’ Emma cried out as Paislee told her to give up. Paislee smiled, quite sure that delivering a longer smother only favoured her anyway. ‘Give up!’ she demanded now, before telling Emma ‘if you don’t I’ll piss on your face cunt!’
‘NO YOU WON’T!!’ Emma whined loudly from beneath the muffling face sit.
‘Try me bitch’ Paislee warned ominously, before she demanded again ‘submit you silly cunt, you’re finished!’
‘NOO…..MMMMFFFF!!’ Emma protested, her feet drumming at the mat in anguish as the blonde did exactly what she’d promised, making her gag on a stream of piss! ‘I fucking warned you!’ Now give up you stupid cunt, you’re done!’
‘NOOOO!’ Emma protested as Paislee settled back into the heavy face sit now, effectively cutting off the protests of my wife with the smothering effect of her ass and pussy grinding all over her face. She had Emma’s hands pinned tightly to the mat above her head, stopping Emma from tapping out as her feet thrashed at the mat in desperation, trying to break free, then trying to alert the referee that she wanted to submit. A signal that was lost on the referee who allowed the smother to continue until Paislee elected to ease it off and warn Emma ‘I’ll do it again cunt, now submit!’ But there was no submission forthcoming because Emma was basically out, the referee calling it as a submission to Paislee to put the powerful blonde up by 4 submissions to 2. The score was of course academic in an answer the bell match; what was relevant was that Emma had sixty seconds to get to her feet to answer the bell and start session 7 or she would lose the match and the Smythe Title. I wasn’t convinced that she was going to make it, and I was far from convinced it would really matter following the beating she’d been taking in the last couple of falls. She rolled to her front, trying to push up on all fours, trying to will herself back to her feet, but her back failed her now, coupled with the way the smothering golden face-sit had weakened her. Emma slumped back to the mat, lying face down as the interval started to run down; it was surely over as Paislee raised her arms in victory, and Toni ominously started to strip off her dress on the apron of the ring. It seemed that while it had been Paislee who had done the fighting, it would be Toni doing the fucking if Emma didn’t stage a miraculous recovery. The bell rang, as Emma’s last attempt to regain her feet failed her, and the referee waved her arms to signify the fight, and Emma’s title reign, was over, finished at the hands of Paislee.
As the blonde received her title belt, and was announced as the winner of the match, Toni was putting on her strap-on. Paislee confirmed that she had chosen Toni to take part in the punishment round rather than herself, and she continued to parade her title belt around the ring for all to see, while Toni grabbed Emma’s flowing auburn hair and started to drag her towards the ropes. ‘You stink of piss like an old lady you dirty cunt!’ Toni mocked as she got Emma to the ropes, still on her knees and pushed her throat on to the middle rope for a moment. With Emma’s arms out through the ropes, Toni knew she had her in a stressed position that was going to hurt her even more as she forced Emma into a position standing but bent at the waist, relying on the rope to support her. ‘I’m going to fuck you like a cheap hooker now bitch. And remember there’s more of this waiting for you if you ever want to come back after us!’ she said, causing Emma to gasp loudly as she took her from behind now, one arm around Emma’s waist to make sure she pulled her deeper onto the strap-on with each thrust. This wasn’t a sensual post match fucking either; this was Toni at her brutal, nasty best, positioning Emma so that her injured back felt every single thrust of the strap-on from the Texan. The brunette raked her nails up and down Emma’s back, still keeping one arm wrapped tightly around her waist as she slammed into Emma’s body from behind with increasing enthusiasm. ‘OOOWWW…..MMMMMM…..AAAAGGGGHHHH…….OOOOHHHHH’ Emma sobbed now, her emotions torn asunder by the combination of pain and pleasure she was suffering at Toni’s behest. Pained or not, she was quickly brought close to an orgasm by this rough fucking from the Texan brunette, but now, wanting to prolong the pain and anguish, Toni slowed her tempo, still using the strap-on without a great degree of sensual intent, but skilfully able to keep Emma on edge for as long as possible. Again her nails seared Emma’s flesh, that in itself sending a shudder though Emma’s body. She was just about ready to burst in orgasm despite the pain she felt, and all it took was two more hard thrusts of the strap-on and one good smack across her ass before she screeched out in pleasure, despite herself, as the orgasm ripped through her body. Toni released her waist and Emma dropped to her knees, against the ropes, exhausted and in pain.
The tough Texan brunette and her blonde associate weren’t quite done yet though, as Toni pulled Emma back towards centre ring, laying her flat out on the mat there. A victory pose as the stunned audience applauded Paislee’s win. The blonde held her title belt high for all to see, a foot on Emma’s breasts, while Toni simply rubbed the sole of her foot on Emma’s face. A final indignity was in store for Emma too as Toni removed her strap-on and forced it into Emma’s mouth before she and Paislee left the ring, leaving Emma lying there. Finally, I was able to enter the ring and help Emma up with the aid of the referee, getting her out of there to the relative sanctuary of the dressing room as quickly as possible, which wasn’t all that quickly all things considered.
A quick check of her back showed that there was no major damage. It had been knotted up by Paislee’s targeted attacks, but it was likely to ease off with a few days of rest of recuperation. It was the mental anguish of the defeat that I thought might have more impact on her than the physical aspect, but with Jemma’s first fight not all that far away, there was something there which might just take Emma’s mind away from her defeat for the time being I thought.