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Show Some Restraint

By Wolfboy

Emma is back in the Netherlands to take on Annie once more, this time under Dutch Free Catfight Rules

We’d talked long and hard about it for a few days having watched Annie’s fight video finally the day after the fight between Bindi and Beth. ‘Are you sure you want that kind of match with a young hardbody like Annie?’ I’d asked Emma having watched the tape through.

‘Are you saying that I’m not up to it Steve!?’ Emma had half challenged me.

‘Not at all Em’ I said ‘You’re undoubtedly up to the task, but under those rules, she is going to hurt you whether you win or lose’ I told her.

‘I know that Steve’ Emma replied evenly enough, ‘I really do, but the challenge excites me more than anything else I’ve got on the table at the moment. And yes, I know Annie is a hard woman; as much as I like her, we are going to fight like vicious wildcats’ she smiled, a look on her face that told me her mind was set.

‘Well, you’re the boss’ I agreed ‘and you’ve seen what she’s capable of up close, what the rules allow, so I can’t say you don’t know what you’re getting in to. So, I guess we need to find out as much about these Dutch free rules fights don’t we?’ I said.

‘That would be great Steve’ Emma said ‘and don’t worry, I am a big girl; I can look after myself in there.’

‘Oh, I know that Em, I really do. Annie’s a big girl too. The two of you are a fantastic match of contrasts and similarities’ I admitted. ‘Let me find out as much as I can do though. You’ll need to be well prepared.’

The free rules were very much as we’d been told by Annie. No time limit was key in that, and was considered one thing that couldn’t be negotiated on. It could be fought to a set number of submissions or until one girl retired or was knocked out to a 30 count. Knockout victories were, therefore, pretty rare. It was preferred that the loser verbally concede to the winner. The restraints were allowed in two formats; the inclusion of a partner to restrain for an agreed period If the fight came close enough to them, or the automatic restraints Emma had seen in the match with Annie. The most cutting edge restraints were automatic, operating from sensors. Anything goes fighting meant the use of teeth, nails, fists and feet were all allowed. The rule around long nails was a little more complex than we had first thought, on attire, nails and even the use of some other weapons, the rule was simply that both fighters should agree to their use. There was then a bit of space for local discretion to add and take away from the rules if necessary. Restraints too were of different types, typically restraining legs, feet and arms, but others were available to restrain the body, or as we had seen with Annie’s fight, even restrain around the neck. The amount of time a restraint would hold a fighter for was to be pre-agreed by the two fighters.

‘I’ll make the call’ Emma had told me when I reported back with the information on the rules. ‘I think this is between me and Annie. I should arrange it all this time’ she said.

And that was exactly what they did. A simple set of rules were agreed in line with the Dutch free rules template. No time limit with long nails allowed. Breasts to be covered at the start of the fight was their only agreement on attire at first. If either submitted, they would receive a 90 second break, a second submission 60 seconds, a third would lead to a 30 second break. After that, there was no break, concede the match or get beaten up. Restraints would be used, and the room Annie was getting for them to fight in was high tech enough to allow for different height restraints for random periods between 5 and 30 seconds, adding an element of risk for both. The two had spoken to each other amicably while arranging things, although they did both threaten to beat the shit out of the other in the fight. Annie had ended the call by telling Emma ‘I like you Emma but I am going to slice your tits up!’

‘Nice girl that Annie’ Emma had laughed afterwards. ‘Mind you, I’ll do the same to her little girl tits anyway, so it’s all fair’ she said.

That was that, the fight arranged for two weeks’ time, sufficient to allow Emma and Annie to get their nails to the right length for the fight, both having already been growing them for some while in anticipation of the battle. We watched what we could find of Dutch free fights through the various sites too, fairly slim pickings it seemed as the world of free fight seemed quite private in nature. We knew that Annie filmed some of her other fights, but evidently even those were well hidden from public viewing. What little we found did show that the matches were almost universally hard fought, gruelling fights between tough women who didn’t give up easily. Big, tough women usually I corrected myself. The longest footage we’d found was of about five minutes late in one bout. This one featured two black girls fighting, fists flying in a real slug-fest. Late on, one girl was caught in wrist restraints and punished to the body. Then, immediately caught in a neck restraint for 20 seconds, the game was up from a barrage of kicks to the pussy not helped at all by both girls wearing boots in there.

‘Brutal’ Emma had commented ‘can’t wait to do that to Annie!’

Her chance arrived soon enough as ten days later we were entering a private facility maintained by the Dutch Free Fight organisation. Pictures on the wall just behind the vanilla reception area showed the true nature of the facility, capturing the nature of the brutal action in stark black and white images. Images of the impact of a fist on a fighter’s belly, breasts being attacked, kicks to the most sensitive parts; female combat at it’s most furious happened at this facility. From the outside, it looked merely to be another building in a nondescript industrial estate, a car park beneath it to allow women covert entry and exit via a lift to the reception area. Behind that, at the end of the corridor, the facility split into two identical pods, each containing two changing rooms, a meeting room, control console and the fight room itself. Sound proofed of course given the harsh nature of the combat. A public viewing gallery around the top of the fight room allowed a clear view of the action should an audience be allowed. As Emma and Annie had agreed, there was to be no audience short of me and Annie’s mother again operating as seconds. We arrived to be shown to one changing room by the receptionist who told Emma ‘your opponent is already here; we will input your requirements in to the controls now, and then start a thirty-minute countdown. When that happens, be ready to come out and fight. That’s the start of the match. My advice, watch her. Doesn’t matter how well you think you know them; I’ve seen sisters jump each other at that point and the one on the receiving end never get started’ she said as she opened the changing room.

We entered to find a good-sized changing room, Emma putting her bag down and checking it all out before she decided it was time to get changed and fight ready. The outfits chosen by each woman were going to be unknown by the opposing fighter, up until the point that Emma and Annie entered the fight room. A few minutes later, I did know Emma’s choice though at least as she folded her clothes standing naked before me for a moment before she started to put on her outfit. First of all, a pair of black and orange hotpants in a spandex fabric so tight that they could easily have passed for being sprayed on. Over those she wore a mini dress, almost a t-shirt with a flared skirt in bright orange. If the hotpants looked to have been sprayed on, then the bodice of the dress could be argued to be the same, Emma’s big breasts clearly straining against the tight dress. Apart from that, she just had her orange painted nails as weapons, long and sharp enough, they were definitely dangerous enough. On her right hand she had kept her nails a little shorter, reasoning that she could make a better fist with shorter nails; a compromise, maybe even a gamble but would it pay off?

As Emma continued to warm up, prepare herself mentally for the tough battle which lay ahead, a voice filled the room, unmistakably that of the staff member who had welcomed us to the facility earlier. ‘Your chosen rules are unlimited submissions until one submits to the other verbally. No time limit, Long nails are allowed. Breaks on submission start at 90 seconds and reduce 30 seconds each time. Breasts to be covered at the start of the fight. Auto restraints package is random, all heights and 5 to 30 seconds restraint time. Hold your opponent in the restraint for one second to activate it. 10-minute regeneration time for each restraint after use. Emma is 5 feet 10 inches tall, 172lbs, 40E-28-38, fight record 62 wins 22 losses, age 42. Annie is 5 feet 11 inches tall, 177lbs, 36B-25-37, fight record 19 wins and 1 loss, age 26. The doors will open in 2 minutes time.’ That was the sign for Emma to get up, to start pacing to be ready for Annie should the fight jump to a start. Her hair down, loose, Emma was a bundle of nervous energy now, before a buzzer sounded, the door opened and it was fight time as Emma and Annie met in the centre of the mats. No ceremony, this was a fight between two ladies who wanted it.

I took in the scene in the room as Emma and Annie both got straight in to the hair, looking to force each other back in what was almost the catfight version of the test of strength. Around the edge of the room, I spotted various restraints hanging from the walls, there for the use of both women. I fancied them to come in to things later on perhaps as the two women became more familiar with their surroundings and maybe tired also. For now, they were locked together, still two hands in the other’s hair, trying to bully the other around the room. Only now, I noted Annie’s attire. She’d started the fight with a simple white swimsuit, a halter neck design it looked like, and over it, she had a white judo jacket, held very loosely at the waist with a blue belt. The thick fabric of the jacket likely to protect her better against Emma’s nails, the belt, a possible extra weapon to be used. It was obvious that both ladies knew a long battle might ensue, tough rules or not, so it was very much almost warm up style that the first minute passed, both hands in the hair and eyes not leaving each other for a split second. And then, almost as if there had been an unseen signal, the action really started to heat up. Emma sent a knee into Annie’s right thigh. Annie shot back with a punch to the ribs. Emma forced Annie’s head to the side by the hair now and slapped her face hard, paying for it immediately with an elbow to the pit of the stomach, doubled forward slightly, she was caught again with a chopping right to the jaw, putting her on her knees. Annie grabbed her hair and wound up to deliver a big knee strike between the breasts only for Emma to beat her to the punch with a straight shot to the crotch. Annie staggered, Emma got back to her feet and looked to lift and slam the powerhouse blonde. Annie blocked the attempt, feet steadfastly refusing to leave the mat, and hammered a double fisted blow down on Emma’s shoulders to send her straight back to her knees. This time, Annie just walked into her trying to knock her down to the mat, hoping to take her straight into a face sit. Emma squirmed, just about able to get to her front, with Annie sat high on her back. A hard position to defend from and Emma tried to do so by remaining flat to the mat for now, at least trying to limit Annie’s attacking options.

Patient, knowing it was going to be a long fight, Annie punched Emma in the side of the right breast then twice in the back of the head. Not hard blows, nevertheless they reminded Emma that Annie had a multitude of options at her disposal. A handful of hair let her lift Emma’s face just far enough clear of the mat to slap her face, but Annie was playing cat and mouse at the moment, challenging Emma to defend against an attack and then moving on to something different. Emma held firm, but then Annie showed an inventive side, using Emma’s body to perform a handstand on before crashing down across her body with an elbow drop across the shoulders. Then she went to the hair, opting to bring Emma to her feet and straight on to a knee to the body. Emma was getting beaten to the move at the moment and as she tried to grab for Annie’s hair, the blonde ducked the attempt and fired a right hand up just under Emma’s left breasts. Emma was winded and Annie was going to take advantage, lifting and slamming Emma at the centre of the room. Now the two women spoke for the first time, Emma moaning ‘fuck’ loudly while Annie told her ‘come on Emma you’re nothing but a pussy in a real fight!’

At the moment, the Dutch girl was having the better of it and she knew the benefit of claiming an early submission in these fights, shortening the rest periods available to the opponent. She might have used her iron hard thighs of course to squeeze Emma, instead though she used a knee drop to the stomach, setting Emma gasping for breath, and stopped her regaining that breath by sitting straight on her face. A handful of hair held Emma’s face tightly in Annie’s crotch, three punches crashed into Emma’s body and Emma tapped, not wanting to ship any heavier punishment early on. Annie climbed off Emma, going to her corner as the voice of the staff member filled the room to announce ‘submission to Annie by face sit. 3 minutes 47 seconds. 90 second break.’ A 90 second break I used to get Emma back on her game. ‘You’ve got to get your shots off Em. Think fast, fight natural, but above all, fight!’ I told her.

‘Yeah, I never got going there’ she conceded, looking round the room now to take in the position of the various restraints in the room. ‘Ten seconds, please get ready……fight’ the voice said, and Emma and Annie quickly went back to the centre of the room, this time no preamble as both went for each other with abandon. Both punched to the body hard, Annie clipped Emma with a right hand to the jaw and then Emma used the hair to bend Annie forward at the waist, straight on to two uppercuts to the breasts, and then a knee to the face that put the big Dutch blonde on her back on the mats. ‘You were saying Annie?’ Emma taunted as she leg dropped the powerhouse across the throat and tried to set about evening the score up. Although the big blonde had been rocked by the leg drop, she regrouped quickly and Emma regretted going to the hair as she found herself caught in a standing crotch grab. Through her hot pants or not, Annie bringing her nails to bear on her for the first time saw Emma complain loudly. But Annie was still on the mat at her feet, and a kick to the chest put her back down.

Now Emma grabbed the hair again, literally dragging Annie, who cried out loudly in pain towards the wall by nothing more than her flowing blonde hair. Emma kicked her in the breasts now, almost paying the price as her foot threatened to tangle up in Annie’s judo Gi. She did manage to get away with it just about and now it was the Dutch blonde who was trapped down on the mats as Emma dropped down to straddle her back. In what was a quick turn around in the action then, Emma slowly started to set Annie up for a camel clutch, forcing both of the blonde’s arms over her knees. ‘Aaaaggggh!’ Annie groaned as Emma forced herself on to her toes now, just stretching the muscular blonde a little more. Then she bunched her long blonde hair in to a ponytail, using that grip to stretch her even further. Another groan from Annie, then Emma clamped her other hand over the blonde’s nose and mouth roughly in a hand smother. Annie fought the hold for a moment and then she too submitted without much more resistance, Emma a little disappointed to not get to punish the blonde for longer. It seemed in the early going it was wise to submit early. As Emma came back to the corner, the voice filled the room again ‘submission to Emma by camel clutch and hand smother. 6 minutes and 1 second gone. 60 second break’ the voice said.

‘Oh, I thought it was going to be 90 seconds for each of our first submissions’ Emma said ‘it’s going to be getting serious really quickly now then’ she suggested.

‘I think so Em’ I agreed ‘quick start needed now I think because the next submission is the last where there is a break’ I told her ‘then it’s just fighting to a finish after that!’ as the voice came back again ‘ten seconds, please get ready……fight’

So far, I’d felt the fight hadn’t really got going. We had two pretty much fully clothed ladies going at it like wrestlers in what was supposed to have been a more or less no rules environment. Fall three might just change that, particularly as Annie tried and narrowly failed to nail Emma with a flying drop-kick straight out of the gate. It caught Emma a glancing blow, preventing her from following up on Annie who sprung quickly to her feet and the two women piled into each other at the centre of the mats. Now this finally looked every inch the fight we had expected after the two quick submission; Annie drove her fists like a piston in to Emma’s body. The powerful blonde hit hard, the sound of her fists landing on Emma’s body filling the room. Emma didn’t shrink from it either; she ploughed her fists in as well, targeting the breasts, perhaps the softest part of Annie’s rock-hard body. Both fighters upped it again quickly too, Emma going to the hair to actually rip a few strands of blonde hair out, and then regret it quickly as Annie struck hard with a knee to the body, close to catching Emma in the pussy, and the fight swung into Annie’s favour. She tried to bully Emma now, forcing her back towards a wall behind an ever-increasing flurry of punches. Then Emma screeched as Annie brought her nails into play for the first time, raking Emma’s thigh to immediately raise a series of red furrows there.

‘Owwww! Fucking bitch!’ Emma complained, but the distraction was enough for Annie as, hand at Emma’s throat, she was able to force her the last couple of yards back to the wall. A restraint was just in reach, but Annie knew needed to soften Emma up more for that yet. Pressing Emma into the wall, she sunk two big punches deep into her stomach that drew a loud gasp of surprise from Emma at the fierce pain they delivered. Annie went for a knee lift to the pussy now, but Emma blocked it and using the hair right at the base of the neck, she was able to wrestle Annie round so that her back was to the wall. Now she punched the blonde in the tits once again, evidently having decided that was her best target at the moment. Annie groaned, took it, and delivered a short headbutt to the face that left Emma a little rocked, a thunderous clothesline finishing the job of putting her down. She had to fight back quickly though as Annie threatened to grab her ankle and pull it into one of the restraints, forcing Emma to kick her off to stay in the fall. Trying to get to her feet though, Emma took a dizzying elbow to the back of the head from Annie, and dropped to the mat on her belly again. We found ourselves back now where the first fall had been for a while, Annie straddling Emma’s back and forcing her to defend against her probing attacks.

Attacks that became less probing and more intense quite quickly now. Where she had worked lightly before, Annie sent two hard punches into the side of Emma’s right breast now. Then she pulled the hair with her left hand and delivered a wicked cross face that she immediately converted into to a hard neck crank, crimping Emma’s neck painfully. Emma was forced to push her hands to the mat to support herself now. Annie immediately pulled Emma’s left arm out from supporting her now, pulling it into a back hammer which she secured, shifting her position just enough to pin the arm there with her body. The neck crank was grinding, a punishing hold that was bound to drain any catfighter. Annie had more in store for Emma too; having worked the neck crank for about 30 seconds with the right hand she released it. Now her right hand went to the hair, again pulling Emma’s face from the mat and immediately she crashed in the cross face from the left this time, then neck crank now forcing Emma’s head and neck painfully in the other direction. Softening up, I think would be an accurate description of the action, particularly as Annie didn’t claim Emma’s right arm as well to really make it an effective submission hold. Her rippling thighs started to squeeze into Emma’s side too at this point, again just a little, almost like a big cat starting to toy with her prey.

After another 30 seconds, Annie released the neck crank again, sending a couple of punches just into the side of Emma’s left breast. I fully expected the tough blonde to go after Emma’s dress soon, her renowned style as a tit hunter seeming to suggest she would want Emma’s breasts exposed soon enough. Right now, she was using Emma’s face to mop the mat with a double handful of hair. Releasing that, she then sent some punches into Emma’s shoulders now, all designed to break Emma down that little bit more I felt; a clever tactic now that we were into the third fall of the match. Combined, the effects would take their toll, individually, they wouldn’t force Emma to submit, allowing Annie to set up her opponent for later in the match. As if to prove that, Annie now switched position, sitting right on the back of Emma’s head, facing her feet as her ass pressed Emma’s face into the mat and she grabbed for Emma’s legs now, folding them into a figure four as she also tried to push her hotpants down as well. Her first mistake in a while was having her foot too close to Emma’s face though, and Emma bit her foot hard, drawing a shriek of pain from Annie who scrambled clear, checking her foot for damage.

Perhaps a mistake from the blonde as she allowed Emma to her feet, the two women now exchanging blows to the body as they each looked to impose their will on the other. Now Emma surprised Annie, slapping her face hard then barrelling in to her to run her back to the wall. Perfectly positioned, Emma had wrestled Annie’s left arm into a cuff restraint before she had chance to realise what was happening and she got two good punches into the left breast at the cost of a hair grab from Annie in reply. The restraint turned out to be only a 5 second one, so against the wall, the tussle continued with both sending knees into the other’s body. Now Annie’s grip of the hair helped her to send Emma face first into the wall, not hard enough to stun her but she took two punches to the kidneys before throwing back an elbow that staggered Annie towards the centre of the room. Emma turned and came off the walls, back into a catty clinch in the centre of the mats, hands in hair and Emma kneed Annie low in the pit of the stomach. Washboard abs or not, Annie felt that one, and she was rocked again as Emma went for a European style uppercut that caught the blonde right under the chin. It looked like Emma had turned the tables only for Annie to grab the front of her dress and drag her untidily to the mat.

Now the clothes were attacked with abandon by both ladies, Annie starting to make short work of Emma’s dress as she immediately ripped it at the back. Emma bypassed the thick material of the judo jacket, and went straight for the blonde’s white swimsuit instead, managing to tear the front of it open as she got her nails into it. Then she got her left hand into Annie’s breasts, her long sharp nails there drawing a cry of pain from the blonde who replied, dragging her nails down Emma’s back where she had ripped the dress open. Emma screamed as she felt Annie’s sharp nails ripping at her skin as well now, the two women fighting like angry wildcats on the mat. Emma punched Annie in those washboard abs and ripped the blonde to her back by the hair. Showing her speed, she immediately shifted to trap Annie in a ‘69’ reverse head scissors, wrapping her thighs tight around Annie’s head. Now she tore at Annie’s swimsuit again, fingers and nails at first before she sifted to use her teeth on the tough fabric as well, nipping at Annie’s stomach too as she did so. Emma gave a long squeeze of her thighs now, drawing a moan from Annie, but no sign of submission. As Emma grabbed Annie’s right ankle, pulling it to fold her leg beneath her butt now, she paid a price as Annie sunk her nails into her back once more.

Both women were at the basic, cattiest level of fighting for now, nails providing Annie’s main means of counter attack, while Emma, for all her wrestling holds with the scissors and having Annie’s big powerful leg folded up was actually doing most of her damage with teeth sunk into the blonde’s stomach. Both ladies cried in pain from the sharp pain they were feeling from each other, and then Annie struck, kicking Emma in the shoulder then the back of the head with her heel as she lashed out with her foot. That weakened Emma’s scissor hold enough to take pressure off Annie and the Dutch blonde used her nails in Emma’s ass now, along with another heel to the back and finally broke the hold. She rolled Emma too, and I wondered if there might be a smother coming, but Annie wanted Emma back to her feet, wanted that chance to inflict some more damage, and she dragged Emma to her feet by the hair while one hand pulled at Emma’s already torn dress, starting to take it from her.

Emma surprised Annie though as the blonde started to strip her, and she waist locked her, running Annie back into the wall hard. It looked a withering impact, one that Emma might really take advantage of I thought as looked to two restraints hanging high above Annie’s head. Trapping her there would really stretch the blonde it seemed, but the Dutch woman had a little more expertise in the environment. As Emma looked to trap Annie’s right arm first, it seemed the blonde was going with it, overpowered by her auburn-haired opponent. As Emma completed that though, she was shocked to see Annie trap her own left arm in the restraints as well, using them to pull herself up, like a gymnast using the rings, to snap her thunderously powerful thighs around Emma’s head and neck in a front scissor. Emma gasped, feeling the power and the weight of Annie as well as she stopped supporting herself with the restraints, settling down heavily on Emma’s shoulders. Emma responded in the only way that she could, pushing Annie back to the wall while she waited for the restraints to open. This time, 15 seconds was the time it took for the restraints to both open again and then Emma had a problem; what to do with a 175lb Dutch girl who was on her shoulders with rippling thighs threatening to choke her out. As it happened, there was only really one option, dropping to her knees and planting Annie on the mat, the scissor hold broken but both women drained by that exchange and struggling to get themselves together.

It seemed Emma, shrugging off her badly torn dress, might have been the first to recover, and grabbing Annie’s long blonde hair, she forced her just upright enough to send a knee into her ribs. Annie grunted; pain etched on her face as she was knocked to the mat. She knew that in this environment though, Emma wasn’t going to let up on her and she had to fight, sending a lunging punch to the body that caught Emma right on the waistband of her hotpants. Emma took it, kicked Annie in the stomach and then tried to get on top of her in a reverse face sit that the blonde desperately squirmed out of despite Emma trying to pull her back into it by the hair. Instead she twisted and squirmed, finding her way back to her knees and into a clinch with Emma who still had her hair. Annie proved the clinch was far from a loving embrace though, slashing Emma’s body with her nails as Emma shrieked ‘you bitch!’ as she felt the fiery pain. Emma punched Annie in reply, low to the stomach then she pulled and tore at the white swimsuit beneath her jacket, finally tearing the front wide open as she sunk her nails hungrily in to the blonde’s pert breasts. ‘Fuck you!’ Annie spat as Emma asked her if she liked that, and then the Dutch fighter nailed Emma with a punch right to the crotch and followed with an elbow to the jaw to knock Emma off her and to the mat.

Now Annie took it up a notch, splitting Emma’s legs apart for a moment to deliver a head butt to the crotch, dropping to her knees as she did so. Instinct saw Emma try to close her legs around Annie’s head, but a punch to the crotch put paid to that before she got started. Now Annie had Emma subdued on the mat, and she quickly rolled her to her front again, body trapped between her thighs although she didn’t put the squeeze on just for now. She unfastened the belt on her judo jacket now, and she clearly had plans for it, stopping to tie one end of it to her own left wrist before slapping Emma hard around the back of the head. Emma had her arms tucked in at her sides, trying to protect her tits from attack; inadvertently, she left herself wide open to Annie’s intended attack as she looped the belt around Emma’s neck, pulling it tight in a choke and holding both ends of the belt, she used her legs to roll Emma to her side, trapped in the tight vice like grip of her scissor hold. Emma yelled in pain, hands going to the belt that was well around her neck; Annie spoke conversationally in her ear now, telling her ‘I’m going to hurt you now Emma’. She was good to her word too, no further preamble, no softening up, just two sets of sharp nails sunk into Emma’s breasts to maul her, drawing a long scream of pain from Emma.

‘Naaaggghhhhh!’ Emma cried out, apparently not ready to submit right yet. Annie was already moving on to the next part of her devastating plan of attack though. She held the upper hand and was in the perfect position to apply her nipple slicer, the hold which Emma had tasted once before. This time with her sharper nails, it was even more devastating as she got those nails into Emma’s right nipple, slicing into it immediately as Emma squealed loudly. Then Annie twisted the nipple, got her nail into it again, and the pain level increased again. ‘Fucking hell! Nooooo!’ Emma rasped, the belt around her neck evidently taking some effect as well now. Annie did it again, another twist, the nail dug right in and finally Emma squealed in submission.

Annie rushed back to her corner as Emma stayed down on the mat, massaging her breast as the voice said ‘submission to Annie by body scissors, garment choke and nipple slicer. 16 minutes 42 seconds gone. There will be no further breaks now’ confirming that things were going to escalate quickly now. Almost immediately, the voice continued ‘ten seconds, please get ready……fight!’

In the corner, Annie had stripped off her jacket, just wearing her torn swimsuit as she returned to the mat, Emma in just her black and orange hotpants for what was going to be the last session of the fight. There seemed to be a bit of blood on Emma’s breast where Annie had used her nails on her so effectively, and I had little doubt that right breast would be her primary target for the next fall. She approached Emma, who was on one knee, with some caution though, and it proved well founded as Emma lashed a leg out, catching her in the ankle and tripping her to the mat. Emma grabbed Annie’s hair, pulling it as she guided the blonde’s face straight into her own crotch, snapping her legs closed around it to give the Dutch girl a taste of her own medicine. Annie slapped at Emma’s body, finding her range first before she started to hammer away with hard body punches as the final session of the match started to get physical early. It had been described as submit or get beaten up in this last session; right now, it seemed that Emma was trying for the submission and that Annie was trying her best to beat her up though. Another couple of hard punches landed to Emma’s body while Emma squeezed hard and then Annie got nasty, slapping to the right breast and dragging those sharp nails there a little. Emma slapped her hard on the top of her head where she had it held between her thighs now, telling her ‘tired of you fucking scratching me bitch!’ as she tried to force Annie to her side now. And then she howled with pain, rolling away quickly as Annie had apparently tried a pussy bite on her. The fabric of her hotpants had unsurprisingly done very little to protect her from that It seemed, and Emma scooted away to a seated position, clutching her womanhood.

Annie went straight on to the attack, a knee between the breasts and with Emma flat out on her back, a leg drop, her powerful thigh dropped straight across Emma’s face. That was a blow designed to stun from any woman; with iron hard thighs like Annie’s, the effect was even more noticeable, and Annie was able to use the hair to drag Emma towards the wall by the hair. Emma was far from done though, and she started to crash some punches off Annie’s thighs and ass as she edged her nearer to the wall. Annie subdued Emma with a knee to the side of the head now, but then, as Emma suddenly tried to defend against the potential use of the restraints, she was dropped on to her stomach again by a hard, double fisted, blow to the lower back. It was Annie’s favourite position to punish a fighter from it seemed as she dropped to straddle Emma and after a couple of elbows to the shoulders, she went to the hair, lifting Emma’s head from the mat and crashed in a cross face, maintaining the move again to twist Emma’s head to the side painfully. It was again a move to wear Emma down as she quickly switched to apply it with the other hand, leaning back as she started to increase the punishing pressure on Emma.

‘Aaaaggghhhhh! Fuck!’ Emma cried out in pain, even more so as Annie reached round to start working on her nipple again with those claws of hers. A fearsome attack, one that Emma surely couldn’t hold out long against; she had to respond in the only way possible to her and she simply sunk her teeth and her sharp nails into Annie’s forearm. It was simply a case of hurt or be hurt, and that attack was all fair here. It earned her a punch in the back of the head though before Annie dragged her, looking groggy, to her feet and towards the wall where she positioned Emma perfectly for two ankle restraints that immediately closed to hold her firmly in place. Emma was trapped and Annie dropped to her knees in front of her and sunk in a double handed stomach claw on Emma who howled in pain now from the effects of those long sharp nails punishing her again. Emma had her nails in Annie’s shoulders as well, her only form of counter attack for now as 5 then 10 seconds passed, Annie watching the restraints carefully to make sure she wasn’t trapped as they released. 15 seconds passed, Emma screaming in pain now, surely about to submit as she grabbed Annie’s long blonde hair, and then, suddenly it was the blonde fighting to get free as she realised, she was in a bad position as the restraints burst open after 20 seconds. Held in place by her hair, she couldn’t defend as Emma delivered a knee to the jaw that dimmed the blonde’s lights quickly.

A sudden turnaround, and Emma was ready to take advantage, moving wearily off the wall and seeing that Annie was still down, she simply spread her legs and dropped a knee to the pussy. The blonde may have been dazed, but when Emma repeated the dose, she was returned rudely to her senses, groaning loudly in pain. Back to her feet, Emma took no chances, delivering a third, agonising, knee drop to the pussy, ruthless as she tried to make sure Annie had no way of fighting back. A fourth time, Emma dropped the knee and as Annie tried to roll to foetal position, she grabbed both ankles, making sure that the blonde remained flat on her back, clutching at her womanhood in pain.

‘Now what was it you said earlier Annie?’ Emma asked. ‘Oh yes, that’s right……I’m going to hurt you now unless you submit!’ she told the tough blonde.

‘Do your worst bitch!’ Annie told Emma, so she did, flipping her to her stomach and setting down on her back with Annie trapped in a single leg boston crab. Now the target of Emma’s nails was clear as she shifted the crotch of Annie’s swimsuit to the side so she could apply a pussy claw, using those sharp nails to torture the Dutch girl cruelly. ‘Give up Annie!’ Emma implored as the blonde let out a blood curdling shriek of pain but tried to hold on. Emma leaned back further now, got her fingers deeper inside Annie and kept the punishment up to draw a desperate shriek of pain from Annie. ‘Aaaaaggghhh! Aiiieeeee!!’ she cried out, and then importantly for Emma ‘I submit! No more, I submit!!’

Emma kept the crab on for a moment longer, just to check ‘that’s it? You’re done?’

‘Yes, yes’ Annie confirmed, ‘you win!’

As the voice filled the room to confirm the result of the fight, Emma and Annie sat on the mats in an embrace, both bodies showing the marks of battle, the effects of sharp nails, of fists, knees, even teeth. The effects of a brutal battle that Emma had won.

‘Final submission to Emma by single leg boston crab and crotch claw. 22 minutes and 37 seconds’

It was over, and both women were still locked in that embrace at the centre of the mats. A friendship forged in the most unusual way; three fights with each other, culminating in this most brutal encounter. There was no doubt in either woman’s mind that their opponent was tough by the end of that, and it was that respect that gave way to the friendship. Would they fight again? That, I was less sure of, but I was fairly sure that if they did, it perhaps wouldn’t be in this same brutal style again.