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Relight The Fire

By Wolfboy

Emma decides it’s time that she gets herself ready for a run at the Smythe Title

Emma had removed herself from the Smythe title picture a while back now; having regained her title from Toni in the Battle of Texas, she’d lost badly to Staci Goulding. It had taken her a little while to come to terms with that, but then she had fought back to regain the belt from Staci in what was perhaps one of the most brutal, vicious, catfights the Smythe mansion had seen. To then lose her title in her first defence against a woman she had described as a ‘nothing more that a big titted stripper’ was a blow that had rocked her to the core, her confidence dented both by the defeat and the style of it to the extent that she’d not fought publicly since that day. That she had felt now was the time, even after a humbling loss to Bindi’s aunt, Priya suggested that she was very serious about her comeback I thought. It also gave me the perfect project for my two ‘students’, Beth & Jemma, in order to show them how to get matches set up.

‘So’ I told them both as we settled down to the task ‘we need an opponent for Emma, because she’s decided that she wants her title back. So now you know why she’s become so keen on training with you two all of sudden.’ I explained.

‘Makes sense’ Jemma said, ‘I knew there had to be a reason why she’d been so keen!’ she pointed out to Beth, who asked ‘so what exactly are we looking for?’

‘A woman that can test her in the kind of catfight often seen at the Smythe mansion. Tough, hard fighting, between well matched ladies. I’d suggest on that basis we want someone at least 5 feet 8 inches and a minimum of 160lbs. I don’t think we need to put an upper limit on that weight category. At least 20 fights as well with a strong record ideally’ I suggested. ‘It needs to be someone that can test her. Frankly, someone with the potential to beat her. If she wants to get back into the title picture again, we need a stiff test’ I told Beth and Jemma.

After a few minutes more, pointing them to the various websites, Beth and Jemma set out to produce a short list of opponents they thought would be suitable while I did the same. An hour later, which involved a degree of merriment from the other room, as well as Beth and Jemma both saying ‘I’d fight them’ on more than one occasion, they returned with their list. ‘We have three on our list Mr B’ Beth told me, asking ‘is that going to be enough?’

‘It could be’ I said, ‘we might only need one if it’s the right woman. So who have you got?’ I asked them.

‘Daisy Kier, Carla Bailey and the mysterious White Angel’ Jemma informed me, barely keeping a straight face at the last one.

‘Well, two of them are on my list as well’ I said, ‘so we’ve got something to work with there. So tell me why you think those three all work?’ I asked, adding ‘and there’s not really a right or wrong answer with this. Just interested to know what you think.’

‘Well, they’re all at least mum’s size’ Jemma started, correcting herself slightly to point out ‘at least weight wise, their heights are different.’

‘They’re all quite experienced too’ Beth picked up, ‘and with winning records. You said at least 20 fights, but we decided Mrs B was better than that, so we looked for those with at least 30 fights. They fit the bill well, and we read about some of their fights too’ she pointed out. ‘From that, it seemed like they could all really fight’ she shrugged.

‘So which two did you have Dad?’ Jemma asked me.

‘Daisy and Carla’ I admitted. ‘White Angel came up on my search but I kind of dismissed her as probably being a fantasy fighter? I also had one more on my list called Alexis Youngs’ I said.

‘We saw her’ Beth agreed, ‘we just didn’t like her as much as the others.’

‘So, Daisy or Carla then?’ I asked them. ‘Do you have a preference or should we put it to the boss?’ I asked them.

‘No’ Jemma replied firmly. ‘Beth and I discussed this, and when we thought about it, we don’t think mum should choose. Isn’t that right Beth?’ she asked her girlfriend.

‘Yeah, you see we figured if Mrs B is going to fight for the Smythe title again, she doesn’t get to choose her opponents there, so it makes no sense for her to pick here.’ she pointed out.

‘It’s actually a good point’ I had to agree. ‘So, we’re the matchmaking committee then’ I said to the girls, ‘so pick your favoured one of the two and we’ll try to get the one we choose as the opponent.’

As it turned out, we were unanimously in favour of Carla. ‘She seems to have better all around skills’ Jemma pointed out, while Beth focussed on ‘her matches usually being quite low scoring which suggests she’s tough and fights other tough girls too.’ However we’d reached that conclusion, we all agreed that she was the one, and as I showed the girls how to use the website to talk to possible opponents, it was also the case that Carla was readily in favour of the match, and was open to the suggested best of three submissions format with anything goes and no time limit. She asked for optional breaks between falls and wanted the match to start topless too. We agreed to both on Emma’s behalf this time, with Jemma pointing out ‘she doesn’t get to choose this time remember, and besides, if Carla wants to fight topless, it’ll end up that way soon enough anyway!’

So, it was all settled, and we just had the task of breaking the news to Emma that we had essentially arranged everything for her in what was going to be an attempt to find her way back into the world of top class catfighting. Noth that her most recent matches had lacked anything in quality as both Annie and Priya were tough and proven fighters. But now, there was that intent in her to regain the Smythe title from Paislee, the ‘big titted stripper’ in question who had also proven to be a very effective champion. A protege of Toni, Paislee had arrived in the title picture without warning after Toni had stolen Emma’s title belt following a defeat in a bout of adult professional wrestling, the discipline where Toni had elected to ply her trade for now. That had lead to a group of Smythe catfighters trying to regain the belt from Toni by force; an act that had been fuelled by the promise of a title shot at Emma for whoever returned the belt. They had all failed, but had beaten Toni down enough to see her lose her adult professional wrestling title. She’d been the one to take advantage of the promised title shot though by returning Emma’s belt herself, only to hand the belt to Paislee so that Emma had to fight a woman she had literally no prior knowledge of as a catfighter. That chastening defeat is covered elsewhere of course, but suffice to say that until now, it had persuaded Emma not to fight publicly for some while. That had changed now, and at least I had strength in numbers when I told Emma exactly what we had planned.

‘So Em, we’ve sorted out your next match’ I told her as Jemma and Beth did their best to remain invisible behind me I noticed. ‘Her name is Carla Bailey, and you’ll fight her here in two weeks time. Best of 3, anything goes and topless from the start.’ I said.

‘And you were thinking of running this past me when exactly?’ she asked with a stern expression on her face.

‘Well…’ I started, only to be pleased to get cut off by Jemma.

‘Well mum’ Jemma said ‘we figured if you were going to win your title back you wouldn’t be allowed to pick and choose opponents, or rules even, so we’ she said, looking around ‘decided that we should pick for you. To make it more realistic like…’ she finished, her eyes darting to Emma as she did so.

‘Oh I see’ Emma said, still that stern expression on her face. ‘And this is Carla is it?’ she enquired, eyeing the picture on the tablet I’d handed to her. ‘What makes her so good for me to face?’ she asked now.

Now Beth decided to join the discussion I was pleased to see as she said ‘well, Mrs B, we looked at lots of opponents this afternoon, hoping to find a good match for you. She made our combined short lists along with one other. And we decided she was best as she has good experience, seemed to fight tough opponents, so she can test you’ Beth smiled, quickly adding ‘we still think you’ll kick her arse of course!’

‘I see’ Emma added, still looking a little uncertain. ‘And topless?’ she asked ‘what’s the thinking there then?’ she questioned us. At that point, a smile spread on Jemma’s face.

‘That’s easy!’ Jemma laughed now. ‘She wanted topless, and you have the most amazing tits mum, it’s practically a crime to cover them, so there’s no way she can compete with you on that front!’

That was it; Emma dissolved into laughter as she admitted she was basically just winding the three of us up with this inquisition. ‘Nice work ladies’ she chuckled ‘I just wanted to see if I could get you to bottle out of it’ she admitted to us. ‘Actually, you’re right, everything you’ve said does make sense’ she had to agree, adding ‘and Beth honey? You’re right, I am going to kick her ass!’

It was a two weeks that seemed to pass relatively slowly I had felt, probably in particular for Jemma and Beth who had found themselves pressed into action as impromptu training partners on more than one occasion. Emma was ready though, she felt; I felt it, and at times, Jemma and Beth quite literally felt it! It was match day, and Karen was into referee in front of a small audience in the garage ring with Jemma and Beth taking up one ringside sofa while two of Carla’s friends took up the other sofa. Seconded by another friend, Carla was already waiting in the garage ring as I led Emma into the room to see just how serious she was on her attempt to regain her title. ‘Small steps’ I had advised her upstairs, just before the match, ‘today, you just have to win, it’s less important how you do it’ was the mantra I had give her. The look in Emma’s eyes told me that she was all about making a statement here though. Carla returned her gaze evenly enough at least, suggesting that she wasn’t going to get simply overwhelmed here. Time would tell, as Karen got to the centre of the ring and started to get events called to order.

‘Ladies’ she began ‘you’re here for a topless, anything goes fight over the best of three submissions without a time limit. Breaks between falls are two minutes but are at the discretion of the winner of the prior fall. There will be a clear winner in this fight. So first of all, on my left is Carla Bailey. Carla is 31 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 164lbs and measured 38D-27-37, and comes in tonight with a record of 27 wins and 5 defeats. On my right is Emma Baines. Emma is 42 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 169lbs and measures 40E-28-38 with a record of 63 wins and 23 defeats. OK ladies, get ready’ Karen instructed, giving both time to strip down to the agreed topless attire.

Carla did so first, removing a warm up jacket that seemed like a nice throw back to the old fashioned Brit Pro wrestling era. Her attire couldn’t be considered quite the same though as the impressive looking blonde wore just a pair of skimpy black Lycra hotpants, cut low at the waist and with a broad orange stripe down her left leg. Emma had taken a leaf from Jemma’s book, wearing a strappy sundress to the ring; a sundress that she allowed to fall to the floor to reveal that she had in fact elected to go one step further and would, but for a pair of nude hold up stockings be fighting naked here. There was little time for Carla to process that fact though before Karen instructed ‘fight!’ and both ladies left their corners to do just that. The opening seconds of the bout were an object lesson in patient, controlled aggression from Emma in contrast to the whirlwind that came at her in Carla. The blonde raced in with a flurry of slaps, backing Emma to the ropes quickly as she blocked the majority of the flurry, Carla went to the hair, throwing Emma across the ring to the mats too, although Emma rolled lightly enough and then blocked Carla’s follow up of an attempted right hand to the jaw as she rose, nailing her in the pit of the belly instead with a right hand of her own. That slowed Carla up somewhat and Emma got to her feet to go on the offensive. Now she was all action, starting off with a stinging chop to set Carla’s breasts swinging before a short right to the jaw rocked the blonde back into the ropes. From there, Emma used her ring knowledge, whipping Carla into the ropes, and setting herself to level her with a hard shoulder tackle. Carla hit the mat hard enough, but felt Emma’s hand in her hair almost immediately, forcing her roughly to her feet and then straight up into a big body slam there at the centre of the ring.

A hard introduction for Carla to the mats, and Emma hit the ropes and delivered a big leg drop across the chest to make sure things didn’t get any easier for her. Then she was back into the hair, forcing Carla back upright where she waist locked her and delivered a pussy pounding atomic drop that drew a cry of pain from Carla who stayed, evidently frozen in place, on Emma’s knee as she felt the searing pain in her crotch. Then Emma cut her down with a second chop, lashed hard across her D cup breasts that sent the blonde to the mat. So far, it was safe to say that Emma seemed to be very much ready for the match, moving with a real purpose that continued as she forced Carla to all fours before clubbing her back to the mat with an elbow around the back of the head.

Now, Emma looked to continue the attack, pulling a slightly groggy looking Carla to her feet and throwing her hard into her own corner of the ring where she leaned into the blonde as she trapped her in a double breast maul. She looked deep into Carla’s eyes too, seeing the flashes of pain there as her fingers and nails worked their magic on her sensitive breasts. It was all going Emma’s way it seemed as Carla let out a long cry of anguish; it was always unwise though to discount any woman who would willingly take on a catfight. Carla was no exception to that rule, and she took advantage of Emma’s intent to look deep in to her eyes now and delivered a short headbutt to the mouth that surprised and backed her up a little. Carla came out of the corner quickly now with a clothesline that floored Emma, and the early momentum was reversed. Carla had a more straight ahead technique it seemed, and it was that brawling style that saw her take control of the next part of the match. A cruel stomp to the belly was the starting point, quickly followed by a hard kick lashed across Emma’s breasts to ensure she was flat out on the mat. Now the blonde dropped in heavily with a full body splash that she converted quickly to a cross pin although Emma got one hand straight into her long blonde hair, denying her full control with the move. Now the tough blonde set about Emma with a series of punches delivered to her stomach, wisely beating out an irregular tempo with them to stop Emma from anticipating each blow.

Trouble then for Emma who looked to roll to her side only to find herself well pinned by an opponent who dragged her nails up Emma’s body now, slowly scratching her skin before she hooked them into the underside of her left breast. Emma shrieked and tried to get her legs up into Carla’s side; that presented her body again as a target for a hard fist, and then she quickly dropped and crossed her legs, forced to defend against a crotch claw. ‘Fighting naked you silly cow…...almost like you want that pussy clawed!’ Carla laughed as she pulled at the top of Emma’s hold up stocking, shredding that as she awaited an opening for the pussy attack. Then Emma opened her legs and challenged her ‘go on then bitch!’ as she presented an opportunity that no self respecting catfighter was going to refuse. Carla clapped a hand down between her legs with relish now, but with her focus on that as Emma screamed in pain, she totally unaware as Emma managed to hook a punch straight into her face. Now Emma had the advantage with Carla stunned by that and she was able to roll the blonde beneath her, and a fast paced first fall looked like coming to an abrupt end as Carla found herself between Emma’s legs again. This time though it was in a way she was far less keen on, Emma crossing her ankles beneath her head, using that to pull her face right into a pussy smother now. It was a pretty bad place for Carla to find herself in; the legs beneath her head painfully pulling her into the face sit while a handful of her blonde hair helped Emma to secure the move. Now Emma reached back, using her free hand to punch Carla in the right breast before sinking her nails in with abandon to torture the blonde fighter. Carla’s shrieks of pain were still pretty audible despite the pussy smother, and they didn’t immediately contain any cries of submission either. As ever though with a face full of pussy smothering her, there was only so long that Carla could hold out. As Emma delivered another sharp punch and started to maul her breast once more, the cries of pain intensified. There was that momentary pause in her complaints, that thought from a true fighting woman as she wondered if she could get out of the hold, followed quickly by a frantic tap at the mat as she realised that the answer was that she couldn’t.

One-nil to Emma in quick time, and she elected to take the two minute break, reasoning that Carla hadn’t been in bad shape at the end of what had been a relatively short fall. Emma had taken it at the cost of one torn stocking and some scratches to the body so far. ‘Going well’ I told her as she took her seat. ‘Interesting tactic to let her take the pussy claw’ I offered, eyebrow raised just a little.

‘I know’ Emma admitted ‘but I could just see that she was so focussed on getting the claw hold on that she was going to be wide open, so I thought I’d chance it’ she shrugged.

‘Well, it paid off’ I had to agree, ‘just keep on her now; if you stay on her, I don’t think she can match you’ I told Emma.

‘Maybe not’ she half agreed, taking her stockings off now given that one of them was already pretty torn up. A fully naked warrior now, she returned to the ring, ready to face Carla for the second fall of the contest. This was clearly the pivotal fall of the match; Emma could win the match by taking it, so Carla had to be on her game from the start following her quick submission in the first fall. As Karen called ‘fight’ again though, I was quite impressed to see Carla not looking to rush in, choosing instead to take a more measured approach to find an opening. Now both ladies circled, Emma’s slight height advantage serving her well as she warmed Carla’s face with a couple of slaps. It would take more to deter the blonde though, and she ate another slap in order to slash her nails across Emma’s stomach before getting out of range of an attempted reply. In turn, that left Emma just off balance for a kick to the ribs that rocked her into the ropes. Carla took that as her cue to up the tempo, moving in to swing a couple of wide punches into Emma’s sides, but elbows tucked in, Emma blocked those and struck back with a stinging slap to the face. That backed Carla up, the storm looking to have been weathered, but then as Emma looked to come off the ropes, the blonde flashed her fingers across Emma’s eyes, and the match momentum swung back her way.

Quickly too as she took advantage of Emma’s temporary lack of vision and stunned her with a big right hand to the jaw. Emma was rocked but not down, sagging back against the ropes, and she presented a free target there for Carla who went with another nasty nail slash across the body. Emma shrieked from that, and Carla kept up the pressure rather than stop to admire the angry furrows she’d raised with another nail rake across the breasts. ‘Oww! You fucking bitch!’ Emma protested then as Carla raked her eyes for a second time to keep her off balance. An unseen slap crashed hard into Emma’s face now, sending her reeling down the ropes towards the corner where Carla took a good grip of her auburn hair and bounced her face into the top turnbuckle. That had Emma staggered a little more as Carla turned her so that her back was to the turnbuckle and set her up for an Irish Whip into the opposite turnbuckle. Emma hit hard and reeled out of the corner straight into a lift and body slam from Carla, the blonde showing her power to shift Emma’s 172lb frame with some ease. Emma’s hips rose from the mat in pain from the hard impact, but Carla ignored that potential opening, forcing Emma quickly to her feet by the hair and sending her back hard into the turnbuckles with a shuddering forearm smash. It looked like Carla had totally taken over the second fall, but her attempt to deliver a second body slam fell foul of Emma’s experience as she blocked the move and dropped Carla to her knees with a big clubbing forearm across the shoulders.

Emma wanted to keep up the attack and turn the momentum, but from her knees, Carla immediately spotted her chance to apply the pussy claw. This time, the attack surprised Emma and she shrieked loudly as Carla probed her womanhood now, punishing Emma who was a little thrown for the moment by the sudden and severe pain she felt. Carla worked her fingers hard in her now, causing another howl of pain from Emma who she challenged to ‘give up bitch!’

Emma was in pain, there was no doubt about that, but she resolutely refused to submit, telling Carla ‘fuck, no!!’ No worries though for the blonde fighter; she was happy to continue the punishment as she found her way back to her feet now. There, she converted the claw hold to a crotch lift and body slam, again showing her impressive power to lift and slam Emma with evident ease. Emma writhed in some pain down on the mats, and I thought she needed to find a way back into this second fall pretty quickly. As tough as she was, she couldn’t just afford to soak up the heavy punishment from Carla who kept up the pressure, dropping to her knees to plant a fist into Emma’s forehead. Emma was stunned by that, clutching her head and moaning with pain down on the mat. On instinct alone, she had rolled to her stomach though, cutting off Carla’s plans to take up a reverse face sit on her. No problem again though for the blonde who simply sat on the back of Emma’s head instead, trying to force her face into the mat to smother her that way. Facing Emma’s butt, she made her regret her lack of attire once more now as, after slapping her butt cheeks hard, she looked to take the pussy claw again, drawing a loud shriek from Emma as she felt the blonde’s fingers starting to torture her.

A desperate situation now, one that Emma seemed to be totally trapped in as she yelled out in pain. ‘You’re mine now, you silly bitch!’ Carla stated with glee, able to punish Emma’s pussy without the hindrance of any clothing getting in her way. Emma cried out again as Carla demonstrated that she definitely knew how to maul pussy with the best, but with her head turned to the side to stop the mat from smothering her, an opportunity presented itself to Emma. Carla had the sole of her foot practically pressed into Emma’s face now; hungrily, Emma sunk her teeth into the blonde’s foot, and suddenly it was Carla who was shrieking with pain and no little surprise as she tried to get herself clear of Emma. ‘Aaaaaggghhh! Get off me bitch….Aaaaaggghhh!’ the blonde cried out as Emma showed no sign of releasing her molar maul for now. In pain, Carla started to hammer at Emma’s back in frustration, hoping to force a break; nothing doing though as Emma continued to chew on her foot with some abandon. Finally, it took a long, cruel nail rake up Emma’s back to allow Carla to get her foot free as Emma let out a cry of pain. Her foot free, Carla faced a decision now to either continue the pussy maul or perhaps try to soften Emma up some more. She took the latter option, perhaps not wanting to risk getting bitten again as it was pretty clear Emma still had plenty of fight left in her.

A handful of hair forced Emma to all fours, Carla using that generous handful of auburn hair to walk Emma across the ring towards the ropes nearest to where the small audience was gathered on the sofas. There, she used a stiff knee to the side of the face to daze Emma who she still held by the hair. ‘Ive got teeth to you little bitch!’ she warned Emma now as she forced her throat across the middle rope and leaned in to sink her teeth into Emma’s shoulder. That drew a long shriek of protest from Emma that the blonde cut off abruptly with a hard kick to the stomach, blowing the air from Emma’s lungs. Beth and Jemma both shifted a little uneasily as they watched Emma getting punished with the rope choke now, right in front of them before Carla cut that off with another cruel, deep, nail rake up her back. Emma’s back arched in pain as the blonde’s nails left their fiery trails across her skin; there was a look of determination set in her eyes though as she writhed in pain down on the mat for the moment. Quickly, Carla was back into her hair, forcing her to her feet and towards the corner where the blonde fighter got on to the bottom rope and launched herself onto Emma’s back as she tied her up in a tight sleeper hold.

That was just another layer to the trouble Emma was seemingly in during this second fall, but her position in the ring gave her a shot at escape almost immediately though as she ran Carla back hard into the corner. The blonde groaned but hung on tenaciously, gripping at the top of Emma’s hair to try and secure the sleeper hold that little bit better. That earned her a repeat dose from Emma, slamming her body back hard into those turnbuckles and now, the grip was broken, Carla leaning back against the turnbuckles, trying to catch her breath. Having been squarely on the receiving end for a while, Emma could have been forgiven for the same, but instead, she showed her experience to go straight back on the attack. Slamming her body hard into Carla there in the corner, Emma made sure that the blonde fighter was pretty winded before she pulled her from the corner in a waist lock. Now she lifted Carla, straight into a pussy pounding atomic drop that sent Carla’s eyes wide with surprise and pain that perhaps suggested it wasn’t a move she’d been treated to often before. Close to the corner still, Emma was able to just push Carla back against the turnbuckles where she rushed in with a crotch busting knee to the pussy. Following so soon on the atomic drop that drew a loud cry of pain from Carla who slumped back against the turnbuckles, holding the top rope for support. Emma took advantage of that with glee, lashing a nail slash across her breasts before using a short uppercut to the chin to straighten Carla up. Immediately she followed with a right hand whipped in deep to the belly that really snatched the air from Carla’s body. Planting a foot in the beleaguered blonde’s belly now, she fell back while holding both of her arms to send her up and over in a monkey flip to land hard in the centre of the ring.

Only now, as she grabbed both of Carla’s ankles, spreading her legs as she stood over her, did Emma take a momentary breather, having turned the tables of the fight quickly. It was only a very temporary respite for Carla though; Emma had her right where she wanted her, and she dropped the hammer with a knee drop to the pussy. That drew another loud scream from Carla who writhed in pain on the mat as Emma loomed over her. Quickly now, Emma decided it was time to relieve Carla of her hotpants, forcing them down her legs quickly and throwing them from the ring. A look of delight spread on Emma’s face as she spotted the neatly trimmed landing strip of definitely not blonde pubic hair Carla was sporting. ‘I think you missed a bit there blondie!’ she pointed out, the last word heavily laden with sarcasm as she realised Carla was most definitely not a natural blonde after all. ‘Let me show you where!’ she generously offered, spreading Carla again to deliver a second knee drop right to that landing strip!

She had her now, I was pretty confident. Emma had targetted Carla’s crotch in the latter part of the fight to great effect, and I was pretty sure I knew how she might look to finish the blonde off now. She grabbed her ankles once more now, with Carla screaming ‘NOOOO!’ as she feared a third knee drop to the crotch here. Her concern was misplaced though as instead, Emma smoothly flipped her on to her stomach, dropping her left leg now as she secured a single leg Boston crab. It was a finish I’d seen Emma use many times in the past and she took her time with it here, slowly increasing the pressure to draw some moans and groans of pain from Carla who then cried out ‘no!’ in answer to the as yet unasked question of if she wanted to give up.

‘No what?’ Emma asked, and then she slapped on the crotch claw to torture the blonde’s pussy. ‘How about now?’ Emma asked ‘would you like to submit now?’ she asked as she worked her fingers deeper inside her.

‘Nooo!’ Carla gamely replied before screaming out ‘Aiiieeeee…..Owwww!’ as Emma went to work on her pussy again.

‘You sure?’ Emma asked, leaning back into the hold to add another wave of pain for Carla to handle.

‘Nnnngghhhh!’ Carla groaned, the pain etched deeply on her face. ‘Nooooo!’ she bellowed out again, her hands almost pulling at her own hair in pain. Emma worked her fingers mercilessly though in her pussy, punished her back with the Boston crab hold. There was no escape now and the blonde knew it, it was just a matter of pride to hold out as long as she could. A chop to the crotch before reapplying the claw hold drove her to the edge; then Emma leaned even more into the hold, and the resistance was broken. Carla could take no more, screaming out ‘I submit! I submit!’ to end the match. Now, Emma showed concern for her opponent, staying with her on the mat while she allowed the pain to subside before helping her back to her feet in a hug.

‘Thank you, good match’ Emma told her, adding ‘you were exactly the kind of opponent I needed!’

‘I’m not sure you were quite what I needed’ the blonde smiled in reply. ‘You’re too tough for me, but I enjoyed testing myself against you, thanks’ she admitted.

There was a long chat between everyone in the room after the match, an element of private fights that Emma wouldn’t find during her upcoming Smythe matches so much. Everyone had departed on good terms, and it was a little while later that Emma called the three of us through to the kitchen. ‘Well’ she said ‘do I get a post match debrief like we usually do with you Jem?’ she asked. ‘Who wants to go first?’

It was Beth who spoke up first on the matter at hand. ‘You out-toughed her Mrs B. You dominated the first fall and then took some punishment in that second round. But you were tougher than her. For longer matches, I think that’ll always serve you well Mrs B’ she said.

‘Well thank you Beth honey’ Emma smiled, winking as she told her ‘and I did tell you I’d kick her ass after all!’

‘I think you were toying with her a bit mum. Trying to make it more of a challenge?’ Jemma asked. She also raised the question ‘was that why you fought nude? To give her the chance to make it harder for you with crotch attacks?’ she wondered.

‘That was a bit of my thinking’ Emma admitted. ‘If I’m going to regain the title, I’m going to find myself in some tight spots. So I wanted to get tested here really. Carla was good enough to do that, so it worked’ Emma told her.

‘Well, for what it’s worth, I’d say that fighting is hard enough sometimes anyway’ Jemma told Emma now, going on ‘so I’d probably say not to stack the deck against yourself too much in future mum. If you can kick her ass then just do it mum!’ she advised.

‘I’ll bear it in mind thanks Jem’ Emma said. Then she turned her attention to me, asking ‘Steve, what did you think?’

‘I just thought you did great dear’ I smiled. ‘And I can’t wait to get you back in action at the Smythe Mansion now. I think it’s time that you got that title of yours back!’