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Pass The Test

By Wolfboy

Can Emma pass the test set by Paislee, to earn her shot at the Smythe Title?

Emma had finally decided that the time was right for her to go back after Paislee and the Smythe Catfighting Title. As a multiple time title holder, it was no problem for her to go straight back into the reckoning for title shots. The Amazonian blonde champion didn’t exactly see things that way though, demanding that Emma face an opponent of her choosing, and only if she won that would the blonde defend the title against her. Keen to get her hands on Paislee, Emma had agreed to that offer in a flash, half expecting Toni to be the chosen fighter for Paislee. That of course would allow her to get at both her main nemesis of recent times in quick succession; it was a far too obvious play for Toni and Paislee though.

No, their plan was to make Emma fight an experienced woman from outside of the Smythe rankings in what they hoped would be a stiff and tiring test. If Emma won, she would be granted a title shot at the next Smythe event, where of course, Paislee would hope to take advantage of the fact she was still hurting. The opponent in question came with something of a reputation; 50 year old K.T. had fought in a number of filmed matches either for a catfight company or simply privately sponsored fights. She liked to fight hard and dirty, loving nothing more than getting an opponent hurt before she would punish them with hard fists and thunderously powerful legs. It was that grinding, gruelling style of fighting that Paislee and Toni were relying on from K.T. here, hoping she could stretch and punish Emma in a long match. There was no doubt that K.T. brought plenty of experience to the table. She was a test that Emma had to take seriously, rather than looking past her to Paislee.

Beth and Jemma were both convinced of that too with Beth advising Emma to ‘work on those thunder thighs Mrs B, and try not to get trapped in them because they look like bad news!’

That was confirmed further by K.T. during a quick question and answer session for the Smythe website ahead of the match. Her answer to the question what does K.T. stand for was simple. ‘It stands for Killer Thighs’ she told the woman who had posed the question with a deadpan look on her face. ‘Really?’ the woman had pressed for a moment before K.T. had asked her ‘do you want to try them and see sweetheart?’ So that was it, Emma would need to beat this opponent with her killer thighs if she was to get her rematch with Paislee, the equation was simple. As were the rules under which she would have to do it. One fall to a finish with anything goes and a minimum fifteen minute time limit before a submission could be looked for. The implications of that rule were clear; get trapped before that fifteen minute limit at your peril because you were fair game to get punished.

Emma didn’t care though; she just wanted to run through K.T. as quickly as possible under the stipulations so that she could firmly fix her sights on Paislee, and regaining the Smythe Title. It was a laser focussed Emma that I led to the Smythe ring for the match that evening, barely acknowledging the crowd as she stared a hole through K.T. who was already standing in the ring. She didn’t even seem to register the cat-calling duo of Toni and Paislee sat at ringside, the latter with the title belt across her shoulder. Emma slipped into the ring, still just staring at K.T. who returned her gaze evenly enough. There was no real animosity from K.T. who was a powerfully built, dark blonde haired fighter. She was know as a woman who just liked a good fight and would go wherever she could find a match that excited her; today that was in a Smythe ring opposite Emma. Both women had come ready to fight too, neither wearing a ring robe or anything similar, they just stood looking at each other, barefoot in their fighting gear. For K.T. that was a simple leopard print bikini with a thong bottom and a string tie top, all designed to not cover a huge amount of her body while showing those rippling thighs off to great effect. While the ring announcer went to the centre of the ring, Emma stretched lightly in the corner, her aqua coloured lace and mesh booty shorts moving slightly on the curve of her hip as they did. She wore a matching bra to go with it too, a three quarter cup push up bra that enhanced her already impressive breasts further still.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the eliminator match for a shot at The Smythe Title. If Emma wins the match, she will receive a title shot at Paislee at the next event. If she loses, then she will not be eligible for a Smythe Title shot for as long as Paislee remains champion.’ That announcement certainly had the crowd on the edge of their seats for the match as the announcer went on. ‘It is one fall to a finish, anything goes action with a minimum fifteen minute time limit, so neither fighter may submit during that time. The referee may only stop the contest in that time in the event of an injury. Now our fighters; first on my left a guest fighter hand selected by the Smythe Champion, Paislee for this match, this is K.T. who is 50 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 159lbs and measures 36B-29-38 with a catfighting record of 77 wins and 21 losses.’ K.T. took the polite applause of the crowd as the announcer looked across the ring towards Emma. ‘And her opponent, fighting for a Smythe title shot, at 43 years old, 5 feet 10 inches, 166lbs and measuring 40E-28-38 with a record of 64 wins and 23 losses, this is Emma Baines.’ The crowd were a little more enthusiastic in their reception for Emma as a regular Smythe fighter as she waved to them briefly before heading to the centre of the ring for the referee to offer her instructions. A handshake too offered by K.T. who told Emma ‘I’m here to fight, not play games like those two would like’ she said, inclining her head in the direction of Toni and Paislee. ‘I respect you Emma, but I am going to try to beat you up!’

Emma responded, telling K.T. ‘I’m counting on it, because I’m going to be trying to beat you up as well K.T.’ as she shook the offered hand to the applause of the crowd. Both ladies headed back to their respective corners for a moment now, preparing themselves mentally for what was sure to be a challenging fifteen minutes of fighting before either might be able to win. At the sound of the bell, both came out ready to go, no preliminary circling as K.T. led to a right hand to the ribs and Emma stung her with a hard slap to the cheek in return. A momentary appraisal followed, each having tasted the power of the other for the first time, and both women clearly decided they weren’t deterred by what they’d felt. Now both tore into each other with some ferocity through an opening minute that drew the audience to the edges of their seats with it’s intensity. K.T. worked the body but Emma got her hair, using it to pull her onto another hard slap, delivered with an uppercut motion. The dark blonde haired woman took it, shaking her head and tried to close her hands at Emma’s throat in a choke hold. Emma’s longer reach just about kept her safe from that but her breasts were well in range, and she shrieked as K.T. sunk hungrily into those. Remembering perhaps the advice of Beth, Emma grimaced with pain but took it out on K.T.’s thick thighs as she drove a couple of knees into those in return, perhaps looking to sap some of her power. K.T. moaned lightly, but she was all business too, foregoing the double maul so she could use the nails of her left hand across Emma’s belly while continuing to maul her with her right. Emma straightened her knee strike up in return, sending one up into the belly of the American, and sensing a slight weakening in her from that blow, she confidently walked K.T. back to a corner. An Irish Whip followed quickly, K.T. looking to all as if, for her experience, she may not be that familiar with being in a ring as she hit hard against the turnbuckles. Emma spotted was she thought was a momentary sign of weakness and rushed in, looking to splash K.T. against the turnbuckles.

An experienced fighter though, K.T. knew better than to get trapped in a corner at any time, whether in a ring or now, and she was out of the way as Emma arrived, chest first against the buffers of the turnbuckles. Emma didn’t hit those too hard, but K.T.’s foot hit her harder across the lower back, followed quickly by a knee strike into the back of the left thigh as a bit of payback for Emma’s earlier work. With that, K.T. took a degree of control for the moment, using a good double handful of hair to throw Emma roughly from the corner, to the mat. Now the solidly built dirty blonde looked to go to work, dropping with a knee into Emma’s back before wrestling her to a seated position. Now that knee was posted into the middle of Emma’s back as her head was cranked roughly to the side by a handful of hair. Emma groaned, feeling the pain burning in her scalp as her auburn hair took the brunt of K.T.’s early attack; then the sound of the moaning was subdued for a moment as the American looked for a hand smother. That was something that Emma’s bared teeth were able to deal with, but at the cost of a heavy cuffing slap around the back of the head from K.T. who called her a ‘dirty fucking bitch’ as well. The slap dazed Emma some, allowing K.T. to switch up her attacks, grabbing Emma’s left arm and scissoring her right as she stayed seated. It was like a seated abdominal stretch, but the purpose of the hold was clear; K.T. had Emma’s breasts as a target, her hands immediately beneath the lace and mesh fabric of Emma’s bra to punish her with some harsh breast mauling.

‘Owwww...fucking bitch!’ Emma moaned as K.T. took some delight in reminding her ‘you can’t submit sweetie, what a shame’ as she poured on the pain. Emma cried out again, feeling it there was no doubt, but then she gritted her teeth and told K.T. ‘submit to this? It’s just a fucking massage!’

She cried out a little more intensely though as K.T. predictably responded by upping the ante with her mauling. It also saw her shift position slightly as she tried to get more power and ferocity into the attack though, and Emma thrust her head back, catching the blonde in the face to break the attack. Emma scrambled away to her feet, as did K.T. who responded well enough to the headbutt. She stripped off her own bikini top too now, throwing it from the ring as she revealed her pert B cup breasts, and challenged Emma to do the same as she said ‘want to let me get at those big tits of yours a bit easier?’

It was a challenge that didn’t come without danger for Emma of course, but she just shrugged and said ‘why not’ as she unclasped her bra and threw it in my general direction in the corner. There was still little ceremony needed for the two to rejoin the fight as Emma walked in and slapped K.T.’s face hard before grabbing her hair and looking to walk her back to the corner of the ring. K.T. wasn’t a woman easily forced in any direction by another woman though, and she too took a handful of hair and tried to push back. A battle of wills perhaps would ensue, but then Emma slapped the blonde’s face harshly again, caught her with a back hand on the return too, and quickly marched this thick American brawler back to the corner. Emma quickly got K.T.’s arms up on the top ropes, often the prelude for some breast attacks, but today she went to the body, a left-right combination going into K.T.’s ribs before she brought her arms down off the ropes in defence. Emma looked to be on something of a roll here as she didn’t miss a step, slapping the face hard before turning her back to K.T. and slamming her butt into the blonde’s body to wind her. Then she went back to the arms, draping them on to the top ropes before again firing that hard two punch combination into the body. This time, K.T. sagged a little against the turnbuckles, holding the top rope to steady herself and Emma lashed a chop across her breasts to punish her some more.

Emma wanted to stay on top in the action, reasoning that being in control was going to be the easiest way to negotiate the fifteen minutes before a winning submission could be achieved. She slammed her butt back into K.T.’s body again, feeling how it drove the air from the blonde, and she immediately looked to bring her out of the corner towards centre ring, one hand in her hair to ensure K.T. followed. Now she went for the body slam, her power letting her lift K.T. with some ease before she planted her with some authority at the centre of the ring. As Emma measured the blonde for a moment then before dropping a heavy elbow across her breasts, it seemed that Emma had total control. Down on the mat too, that looked to be the case as she trapped K.T. in a tight headlock, her positioning just right to make sure K.T. had her face pushed into her breasts for a partial smother. ‘What was that you said about not being able to submit bitch?’ Emma asked now, content to keep the smother on down on the mat.

‘Submit to what?’ K.T. asked in return, her voice a little muffled as she told Emma ‘I like tits in my face honey’ showing her defiance. She also showed some cunning as she flicked her tongue across Emma’s nipple too, perhaps hoping to distract her.

‘Well I like that as well’ Emma smiled, as she added ‘nice try though’ and settle din to the smother and headlock combination, quite content to let K.T. be drained by the controlling hold. The American didn’t stop working on the nipple though, licking and sucking, trying to stiffen Emma’s nipple to some purpose. It was working too, although Emma had the better of the situation with the smother, K.T. was getting her set up for an escape as she continued to work the nipple before taking it between her teeth. Now Emma complained ‘No…..don’t you fucking…...AAAGGHHH!’ as K.T. gleefully used her teeth and in seconds found herself free of the hold, Emma clutching at her left breast as she rolled clear. From across the ring, K.T. just smiled at Emma, enjoying that she’d caused her some pain again in the breast. There was no let up in though in the action as both looked for, and landed with, slaps to body, breasts and face in a fierce exchange now that saw both more focussed on attack than defence. Each took what looked like punishing blows without flinching, before this time K.T. got in the more telling move to gain the upper hand. Emma crashed a slap off the blonde’s face before recoiling back as she retaliated with a slashing nail rake across the body in return. Getting out of range, Emma looked to come back in quickly to capitalise, but she ran straight into a front kick to the belly that folded her up at the waist. Now K.T. would capitalise with two hard blows across the shoulders and back, dropping Emma to her knees in front of her, and it was time for Emma to sample the power of those killer thighs as K.T. trapped her in a standing head scissors.

Emma’s head held tightly in place by her rippling thighs, K.T. had her hands on her hips, looking imperious as she started to put the squeeze on and Emma moaned loudly, trapped in the vice like grip. ‘Come on bitch, scream!’ K.T. taunted as she slapped Emma’s back a few times, all the while keeping up the crushing pressure with the head scissors, and Emma complied, no doubt feeling like her skull was getting crushed. She needed out of the hold, and did so in the only way she could see available to her, grabbing K.T.’s ankles to tip her to the mat. Temporary respite only though as K.T. lashed out a kick with her right foot, landing it flush in Emma’s left breasts, flattening her to the mat. At ringside now, Paislee and Toni looked on with increasing satisfaction at the way things were going, appreciating K.T.’s hard hitting style. Emma meanwhile was getting a closer up view of it as K.T. delivered a leg drop now, one of those killer thighs landing flush across Emma’s face in a blow that was designed to daze a fighter.

The fifteen minute time frame was well over half way through, but that was of little concern to Emma right now. Peeled off the mat by the hair so that she might be introduced face first to the turnbuckle, she staggered out of the corner only to be lifted into an across the knee back breaker. K.T. held her there too, one hand clamped over Emma’s left breast and the other on her thigh as she stretched Emma painfully, bringing some more moans of pain from her. Emma told the blonde to ‘fuck off’ as she told her ‘another few minutes of this and you can submit to me honey!’ Then K.T. abruptly broke the hold, driving the point of her right elbow into Emma’s stomach before pushing her off to the mat winded. It was a fight threatening to run away from Emma at the moment, especially as K.T. seemed to be looking for the face sit as she tried to climb on top of Emma. Self preservation saw Emma scissor the right leg of K.T. though, stopping her from completing her intended move. Instead though, the American decided that she would engage in a mutual thigh scissor with Emma, a contest she was confident of winning, especially as she added a stomach claw to the mix, fingers in Emma’s belly, torturing her, seeking a weakness to exploit.

Emma’s eyes went wide in pain, no little surprise too, as she felt the pain from K.T.’s fingers and more importantly her thighs as they crushed Emma’s own, not inconsiderably powerful thighs with some ease. ‘OOOOWWWWW….AAAIIIEEEEE’ she cried out loudly, a smile spreading on the face of her tormentor as she realised that this was a part of the battle she was sure to win out in. She slugged Emma hard in the belly now, driving the air out of her body before she pressed both of Emma’s shoulders to the mat, one hand on each. A strange move it seemed at first, but she used it to force her upper body up to allow her to pour on even more power with the thigh scissor. ‘Aaaaaggghhh! You bitch!’ Emma screamed out in pain, feeling that crushing power going to work on her. Emma needed a counter and quickly or she was simply going to get punished for the next few minutes before she would even be able to submit to the hold. Her eyes screwed shut in pain as K.T. tensed the killer thighs again though, and it looked unlikely that she had anything left to counter with. Another moan of pain seemed to prove that opinion as well, but then she reacted quickly to push K.T.’s arms out from supporting her. As K.T. fell face first into Emma’s chest, suddenly it was the American trapped in a precarious situation, getting smothered as Emma wrapped her arms tightly around the back of the blonde’s head, forcing her face into her soft breasts.

Now K.T. let out a moan of frustration, muffled admittedly by Emma’s breasts in her face, as she realised the situation. A situation that quickly got a little worse for her as Emma secured the smother with a good handful of hair and used her free hand then to start sending some punches in to K.T.’s body. The thud of knuckles on skin was accompanied each time by a muffled moan from K.T., but the American wasn’t known as a tough woman for no reason as she balled up her own fist and blindly took aim to send some punches into Emma’s body in return. Now there was an attritional situation with both both women hurting the other with body punches, each also with a submission worthy hold applied to the other too. K.T. reminded Emma of that face now with a timely squeeze of her thigh scissor, just to put the hurt on her as Emma let out a cry of pain in response. The smother hold was perhaps the greater of the two problems though; given that neither could actually submit, but Emma could force K.T. to pass out if the smother hold was applied tightly enough. At that point, it may simply be enough for the referee to consider a stoppage of the fight, or Emma could simply wait until the 15 minute mark to take advantage of a stunned opponent. K.T. knew it and continued to hammer away to Emma’s body; Emma knew it too and continued to do the same, sending punch after punch of her own in to the same target in K.T.’s ribcage. There was an imperceptible weakening of the thigh scissors now, noticed by nobody except for maybe Emma who took a moment to adjust her position and actually clamp her thighs tighter into K.T.’s. Now it was the American blonde moaning for a moment as she felt her own thighs getting crushed in the move she’d been happy to invite only moments earlier.

There was quite a look of concern now on the faces of the champion Paislee and her mentor Toni in the front row at ringside as they realised that this wasn’t going quite how they’d hoped. Emma hammered K.T. in the ribs once again now, an ever reddening mark showing the accuracy of the shots from her as K.T. continued to try to fire back. ‘Come on tough girl’ Emma taunted now, knowing that she suddenly controlled the situation as she raked her nails down K.T.’s side, drawing a muffled cry of anguish from the American. She was no quitter, not that she actually could quit at this point with the clock showing only 12 minutes had passed in the fight. Again K.T. fired back with punches, tried to squeeze hard with both women’s legs locked still in the mutual thigh scissor, but Emma slugged her hard in the ribs once again and felt the blonde’s breathing growing increasingly laboured. Suddenly the formerly vice like thigh scissors of K.T. was broken open with ease by Emma who celebrated that success by jerking her knee up into K.T.’s crotch twice, just helping to take that bit more of the fight out of her.

Emma was suddenly serenely confident; she knew that K.T. was fading fast, unable as she was to break free of the smother hold. As Emma locked eyes with Paislee as ringside while now raking K.T. once more, her look very much said ‘you’re next bitch!’ K.T.’s cry of pain from that nail rake was more of a whimper to be honest as the smother really had her reeling and Emma clearly now had it in her mind to win the fight by forcing a stoppage before the fifteen minutes had even elapsed. She jerked another knee up into K.T.’s pussy now, then hammered away with some more of those hard punches to the body, all designed to drain the final reserves of energy from the ailing blonde who, face trapped in Emma’s soft breasts, was well on the way to being out now. She started to pull and push at Emma’s hands now, trying to ease the pressure of the smother in any way she could, but Emma was steadfast in holding her in place. Then two more punches were driven into K.T.’s flank hard, expelling still more air from her already burning lungs. As Emma sunk her nails into K.T.'s breast now, she got no response, no moan of anguish that would normally accompany sharp nails finding their way into sensitive breast flesh. She knew that K.T. was bordering on being out, if she wasn’t already. ‘She’s out ref!’ Emma called from her position beneath K.T., ‘stop the fight or I’ll keep it on her until times up’ she challenged the referee, who looked a little conflicted, but came in to check on the American’s arm a couple of times. Seeing no response at all, she called for the bell, telling Emma to break the hold. Emma did so, rolling K.T. gently to her side, and into the attentions of the referee as the announcer declared to be the winner of the fight by referee’s stoppage.

This had been a stunning success for Emma; a victory claimed inside the minimum time limit as a result of simply smothering her opponent out. Seeing the K.T. was recovering quickly enough from it, she turned her attentions on to Paislee outside the ring now. ‘You’re next champ!’ she taunted, adding ‘and I’m going to beat the shit out of you this time you fat bitch!’

‘Ooooohhhhh, just like last time Emma?’ Paislee shot back as Toni made a show of holding her back, ‘I’ll destroy you and your legacy once and for all this time. You’re just a washed up old whore!’ she told Emma.

‘Well why don’t you come on in her and prove it then….’ Emma continued, but Toni was already ushering the Amazonian blonde away, not wanting to give Emma any kind of advantage ahead of the impending title showdown now. But there was no doubt, as she watched the big blonde high-tail it out of the ring room at the Smythe mansion, that Emma felt that she was ready for the big challenge that lay ahead.