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Smother Queens

By Wolfboy

A newcomer battles a returning fighter in a tournament to decide a new number one contender

Predictably, following Emma’s victory over K.T. to earn her return match with champion Paislee, the stalling tactics and mind games had started with Paislee determined to find out who her number one contender would be after she’d dealt with Emma. Lady Amelia had put together something of a mini tournament to determine that, and we were there to watch the first match of that which would pit two interesting and contrasting fighters against each other.

The Goth Princess, Keighley, had been a promising young fighter for the Smythe Organisation, but had found herself over matched by Sara who had tamed her by smother knockout some years earlier. Keighley had taken some time to get over that loss it had seemed, and now, she was starting to find her way back towards title contention. Amongst her many fighting talents, Keighley loved to face sit, and had claimed most of her victories that way, with more than one smother knockout on her record. She knew as well that the face sit was a dangerous tactic to weaken and then finish off her opponents whenever she could. A recent run of wins back under the Smythe banner had got her moving towards title contention.

In the opposite corner to Keighley today would be a woman who was an almost complete contrast to the Goth Princess. Tanned, blonde and happy looking, Betty was a visiting fighter from the United States. Although new to Smythe catfights, her impressive record so far in a mixture of private and professional catfights had done all the talking necessary to get her into the tournament. Not in the eyes of everyone of course, amongst them the former lightweight champion, Claire, now under new management with Linda. She had questioned the credentials of the blonde fighter, and now sat amongst the crowd in the Smythe ring room, no doubt thinking the opportunity should have been hers as we all waited for the appearance of the two fighters.

First to the ring was the new girl, Betty, who cam through the crowd looking confident and already prepared for action in a ruby red tie-side bikini that fought gamely to control her impressive breasts as she jogged the last few steps to the ring. Her bikini was trimmed with a little bit of white piping, her finger and toe nails painted in the same ruby red colour to match it. Her long blonde hair was currently piled up in a tidy bun on top of her head, something she remedied as she entered the ring, releasing the clip that held her hair, to let it fall loosely around her shoulders. Waving to the crowd, she looked relaxed, a fighter destined, I felt, to be a star for Smythe catfighting if her looks were backed up by her in ring ability.

And the first test of that in ring ability had the potential to be a stern one. We’d first encountered Keighley when Emma was scouting for Smythe catfighters, and she’d done well before unfortunately running into Sara. Now she was back, more experienced, but still the same sullen looking Goth Princess as she made her way to the ring, her pale skin in stark contrast to her black outfit. She’d had a run of good results, similarly to Betty, in a mixture of private and professional settings, and now, as she climbed into the ring, still wearing a short sleeved black dress, she looked ready for action too. The ring announcer was quick to get things called to order now, not wanting to delay things any longer than was necessary. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first match of the number one contenders tournament and it is a no holds barred, best of three submission contest. If it goes to a deciding submission, both ladies have agreed it can only be won by a smother knockout. There is no time limit. First, let me introduce to my left, she is 27 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 177lbs and measures 40DD-28-39 with a catfight record of 23 wins and 4 defeats, Keighley!’ The Goth Princess pulled her dress over her head to reveal she wore an all black bikini for this match with just a small white skull logo over her left breast. She looked fit and powerful, returning the applause of the crowd with a quick wave, but no smile of course.

‘Her opponent on my right is 26 years old, she is 5 feet 9 inches tall, 158lbs, measures 38DD-26-36 and has a catfight record of 15 wins and 2 losses, Betty!’ Now the crowd applauded Betty too, showing that as usual, there was rarely a distinct crowd favourite in a Smythe match. The blonde waved to them as well now, a million watt smile on her face, but her eyes showed that she had the steely determination needed to be a catfighter. And it was going to be a catfight where both women were likely to have a similar intent as it went on, even before that last fall. Where Keighley often used the face sit to smother opponents, Betty preferred the breast smother, although as the bell rang for round one to start, I knew both likely had more in their plans that simply smothering each other.

One thing that we’d noted with Keighley years ago was that she didn’t hang about at the start of fights waiting for an opponent to commit a mistake that she could counter. She was a straight ahead fighter, and that forthright style seemed to take Betty aback slightly in the opening seconds as a hard slap crashed off her right cheek. Behind that, Keighley swarmed in, using a right uppercut to the breasts as the final punch of a three punch combination to the body, and Betty was rocked back to the ropes. Keighley showed her ink black painted nails to good use now, getting them into Betty’s right breast there against the ropes, digging in around the sides of her relatively skimpy bikini top. It may have only been a brief breast maul, but Betty had to grit her teeth against it, not wanting to moan out in pain so early in the match. It came as a bit of a relief to her when Keighley went to the hair instead; short lived relief though as Keighley used that hair to throw Betty to the mat before the blonde had been able to react to the hair grab. As Betty rolled and got to a seated position, Keighley was on her again quickly, delivering a kick to the breasts that knocked Betty flat to the mat, and forced that moan of pain from her lips after all. Was Keighley targeting Betty’s breasts I wondered, with a mind on making it painful for her to use them in the smother she so favoured?

The action continued at pace in the opening moments, with Keighley looking like she might just overwhelm the blonde as she went to the hair to force her to her feet. She used an Irish Whip to send her hard into the turnbuckles, back in her own corner, and came in quickly, looking to continue the early assault. Now it was the goth girl who was surprised though as Betty snapped out a straight kick, catching her in the belly and stopping her in her tracks. Keighley was winded, hands on her thighs for the briefest moment, allowing the blonde to capture her in a front headlock, and she smiled before cruelly playing her nails across Keighley’s back, raising some angry looking tracks across her pale skin as the Goth Princess shrieked in surprise. Keighley pushed back though, forcing Betty back against the turnbuckle and tried to ram her shoulder into her stomach. Again though, Betty showed some good instincts to raise her knee at the right time so that it caught Keighley in the chest, possibly the face too, and allowed Betty to push her back towards centre ring. A hard forearm across Keighley’s back dropped her to her knees where Betty bunched all of that jet black hair up to hold it in one hand. A hard slap across the face punished Keighley, but then Betty’s eyes went wide with pain for a moment as Keighley latched on to the only available target with a pussy maul through the barely protective layer of the blonde’s ruby red bikini. ‘OWWWW...fucking bitch!’ she moaned, before she was able to subdue Keighley again for a moment with two hard slaps, the sound of which filled the room. Keighley was pulled up by the hair now, Betty pointing to the corner for a moment, before delivering the Goth Princess there, face first into the top turnbuckle.

With Keighley looking a little dazed, Betty hammered her with a punch to the stomach and then looked to lift the Goth Princess, perhaps for a body slam. For the first time in the fight though, Keighley’s extra 20 lbs came into play, and she set her feet, resisting the lift before she sent a knee into Betty’s belly. The blonde was in great shape, but the knee struck home hard, winding her, and with a clubbing blow across the shoulders now, Keighley dropped her to her knees on the mat. Not a good place to be, and the goth girl quickly made it worse as she delivered a knee between the breasts to put Betty on her back. Keighley dropped on to her heavily now, not really a splash, but enough to wind her as she set about the process of wearing Betty down. Immediately the blonde moaned as she felt a punch in the ribs, and Keighley also in her hair, ripping her head to the side as she pinned her there. ‘Bitch!’ Betty moaned as a heavy handed slap landed in her breasts now, once again Keighley showing some intent to soften her up, then, knee pressing in Betty’s crotch, Keighley plunged forward, letting her breasts press into Betty’s face. It wasn’t a complete smother, Betty just getting her face turned to the side enough, but Keighley got her fingers in closer to the blonde’s scalp now as she tried to turn her head so that her face would be right in the breast smother. ‘Aagghhhh! Fucking bitch!’ Betty moaned, the hair pulling fierce and effective as she slowly found her face pulled towards the smother.

Betty needed to defend, and as Keighley got her breasts finally positioned on her face, the blonde responded, slapping Keighley’s butt, and pulling on her bikini to wedgie her. ‘Bitch!’ Keighley moaned but she instantly delivered a punch to the ribs and got her nails into the side of Betty’s right breast, punishing the blonde whose shriek of pain was muffled by Keighley’s breasts now. Once again, the Goth Princess was targetting her opponent’s big breasts, surely knowing them to be a weapon Betty would love to use in the same way she was using her breasts right now. The blonde moaned as she felt Keighley’s knee hit her in the crotch, and she tried to fight back with two right hands to the body. Trapped beneath the bigger woman, the punches weren’t effective to move her, but now Betty had squirmed her head free of the smother for a moment. Two harsh slaps landed in her face, perhaps making her wish she’d kept her face under the cover of Keighley’s breasts before the goth girl landed a hard slap to flatten Betty’s right breast against her chest for a moment. ‘Fucking cunt!’ Betty complained as Keighley’s black nails started to torture her again. ‘Submit then pussy!’ Keighley told her before slowly starting to force her face back into the smother hold.

As she achieved that, I started to realise a little bit of what Keighley’s strategy was here in this opening fall. She was getting Betty trapped in the smother, lying with her breasts in her face, but not exactly securing the hold so that the blonde would try to force her way free. The game of cat and mouse continued here, Betty slowly trying to get out from beneath Keighley’s smother, landing a punch or slap to the body here and there. She clawed the ass of the Goth Princess too, but Keighley held the top position, not minding Betty’s attempts to fight back as she landed telling punches to the ribs, hard slaps to the breasts, and would then maul and claw at Betty’s breasts. All the time, Keighley was hurting Betty that little bit more, punishing her and slowly but surely breaking her down. Once more, Betty escaped from the smother only to find Keighley waiting on just that, using two heavy handed slaps to the face, stunning her so that the Goth Princess could grab her hair and rip her back into the smother. ‘Come on you little cunt, submit!’ Keighley admonished now, going back to work with a knee to the crotch and a punch to the right breast before the tit mauling began again. ‘OOOWWW….my tits!’ Betty complained, the sound partly muffled by Keighley’s breasts as the goth girl kept up the punishment. Betty slapped hard at Keighley’s ass now, then pulled her bikini into a wedgie, the strong fabric cutting into Keighley’s ass and pussy as she did so. Betty went to the hair too, pulling hard as she put everything into trying to get Keighley off her face during what was becoming a torrid and tiring first fall for her. Once more, as she finally got the space to squeeze out from beneath Keighley’s smothering tits, the goth slapped hard to her face. Betty moaned loudly, lost her grip of Keighley’s hair and the Goth Princess ripped her back into the smother once more with her harsh hair pulling. Now Keighley upped the ante too, easing Betty’s right breast from her bikini so she could use her nails in a series of straight fingers thrusts, each one softening her up some more. Then the tell tale first sign of a catfighter in some trouble as Betty suddenly moaned ‘I can’t breathe!’ trying to push Keighley off her face, but struggling to find the energy for it. ‘Then submit bitch!’ Keighley demanded, Betty moaning ‘noooo!’ but groaning loudly as Keighley used that knee to the pussy once more.

Each attack from Keighley had taken it out of Betty that little bit more during this first fall, and now the Goth Princess was about ready to try and finish the blonde. Delivering a slap to that uncovered right breast and she then grabbing the nipple to pull and twist it harshly, drawing a muffled shriek from Betty, she started to shift her position. It was time for Keighley to look for her favoured face sit and with Betty controlled by the hair and the nipple twist, she was able to quickly settle into a reverse face sit, her curvy ass threatening to engulf Betty’s face. Once again, the blonde tried to point out she couldn’t breathe as Keighley smothered her heavily, but the result of that was just a muffled moan that increased in pitch as Keighley went for the double handed breast maul on that uncovered right breast now. This was a punishing hold for Betty to take having spent the last few minutes trapped beneath Keighley’s breasts. Keighley showed no mercy either, punishing her with the face sit, mauling her breasts, making the blonde moan loudly before she slammed in two hard punches to the belly. Betty could take no more punishment in this first round, and she moaned loudly in submission, her hands tapping frantically at the mat to signal her submission as Keighley stayed in place for as long as possible before the referee told her to break. She did so then, a little reluctantly, but not before she’d relieved Betty of her bikini top which Keighley brandished with a flourish as she headed back to her corner. Hair a little dishevelled, her right breast in particular showing the marks of battle, it had been a tough opening for her. A lot of people in the crowd were wondering if she had it in her to stage a comeback, while one in particular, Claire, smirked at seeing the newcomer woman-handled so far.

Betty needed to start round two fast I thought, knowing Keighley would be likely to target her once again for some pretty intense punishment if she got chance as the second fall got underway. In particular, it seemed clear that Keighley would want to go after her right breast again, knowing that she had hurt her there in the first fall. Despite all of that, the second round started with what seemed to be a degree of caution, Betty circling the Goth Princess who held position at centre ring for now as the first slaps of the round were exchanged. At least the blonde still looked like she was here to fight too, taking a hard slap to the face but retaliating with two of her own, fast stinging blows that put Keighley on the defensive for a moment. Betty attacked quickly, a right jab straight into the breasts of the Goth Princess before she went with a knee to the body. The knee landed, hard enough too, probably winding Keighley a little, but she showed her experience to grab the leg and pull it in against her body, forcing Betty to balance on just her left leg as Keighley tried to get her back to the ropes.

Betty tried to fight Keighley off with a couple of slaps to the face now, but on one leg and giving up 20lbs she quickly found herself bullied back to the ropes. There, Keighley whipped a slap across her bare breasts and as the blonde reeled from that, she fired her off into the opposite ropes. Keighley had hoped to floor Betty with a clothesline as she rebounded; instead though, it was the Goth Princess in trouble as Betty ducked that and then simply grabbed Keighley’s long black hair from behind, ripping her to the mat by it. That cracked the sullen facade of Keighley as she shrieked loudly at having her hair pulled so harshly, and on her back on the mat, Betty kneeling by her head, Keighley was under pressure for the first time. A hard right hand to the belly landed, then Betty grabbed the waistband of her bikini, making her hips rise off the mat slightly before delivering another right hand to the belly. Now the blonde moved into a straddle, immediately slapping Keighley’s breasts around as she told her ‘let’s see how you like it then bitch!’

For now, Keighley had regained her sullen and seemingly disinterested facade, but the sound of Betty’s hand striking breast flesh suggested those blows were likely pretty effective even if they drew no reaction for now. A slash of the nails across the stomach did better in eliciting a response, Keighley hissing ‘bitch!’ before the blonde took her breath away with a sharp right hand to the ribs. Keighley tried to bridge now as Betty grabbed her in a double breast maul while sitting on her stomach. That first attempt by the Goth Princess did little to move Betty at all though as she rode it with ease. Keighley tried to reach for her long blonde hair now, but Betty managed to flick her long glossy blonde hair out of the reach of Keighley for now. Suddenly, the Goth Princess moaned loudly, apparently finding out that Betty too was a very effective breast mauler, and she bucked wildly, trying to find her way out from beneath her. Again, Betty rode those attempts with a little more difficulty this time perhaps, before she snapped Keighley’s head to the left with a sharp slap to the face. Keighley grabbed desperately for Betty’s hair again though and this time succeeded in pulling the blonde down towards her a little. Betty grimaced, feeling the pain in her scalp but ignoring it as she stayed dug into Keighley’s breasts, knowing that she was hurting the Goth Princess with the attack.

Pulled down by the hair though, she was in a position of some danger as Keighley clamped a hand over her nose and mouth from beneath here, trying to pinch her nose as she hand smothered her. Precarious position it may have been, but there was no panic from Betty just yet as she continued with her double breast maul for a moment, before lifting her butt up a little and dropping down hard on Keighley’s belly. That broke the hand smother for a brief moment; the Goth Princess tried to reapply it then, but Betty repeated the move, leaving her winded, and following a couple more slaps to the breasts, Betty peeled Keighley off the mats by her jet black hair. She wasn’t about to make the mistake of trying to lift Keighley for a slam again either, instead going with a knee lift to the body. Then she measured Keighley for a hard right hand to the mouth that rocked her back, dropping her to her backside, sat against the ring ropes. Betty saw her opportunity now, essentially sitting on Keighley’s shoulders, both legs out through the ropes, holding the top rope as she started to grind her crotch in to the ailing goth’s face. I wasn’t sure it was the most effective smother I’d ever seen, but it did show a good degree of confidence there was no question. She broke it off after about twenty seconds, climbing out through the ropes to the apron where she grabbed Keighley’s hair, turning her so that she was kneeling with her throat across the middle rope. Then Betty dropped to her knees, both arms around the back of Keighley’s head, pressing her down in to the rope choke as the Goth Princess moaned loudly and kicked her feet. Satisfied she was softening her rival up, Betty broke the rope choke off now, and turned, thrusting her hip into Keighley’s face to send her back towards the middle of the ring, looking a little stunned.

Betty slipped back through the ropes, the topless blonde looking increasingly confident as Keighley was struggling to all fours. A prime target for a hard kick to the belly delivered with some force by Betty’s long right leg, rolling Keighley to her back. As the Goth Princess groaned in pain, winded by the harsh attack, Betty delivered a leg drop across her breasts, then shifted position. A handful of hair lifted Keighley’s head slightly so that Betty could snake those long legs in tightly around head and neck in a figure four head scissors applied from behind. The back of Keighley’s head rested against Betty’s crotch, held there tightly by her legs, pressing in tight on Keighley, distorting her face a little, then Betty pushed her hands to the mat for a moment, raising her hips and making Keighley moan loudly ‘Aaaaggggh!’ as she felt her neck crimped by the move. Betty dropped her butt back to the mat now for a moment, and took the chance to crash two hard slaps into Keighley’s face, paying her back for her earlier similar work, before Keighley got her hand up to protect herself. Betty just smiled, grabbed her thumb to control that hand, and pulled it away before delivering two more hard slaps, forcing Keighley to defend with her other hand. ‘How do you like it bitch?’ Betty taunted, enjoying dishing out the payback before she cried out ‘OOOWWW!’ as Keighley blindly groped for, and got hold of, her right nipple, pulling it harshly to take advantage of her first round breast attacks.

She didn’t get to take advantage of it for long though, Betty slapping her face hard once more before a quick rake of the eyes subdued Keighley for the time being. Betty turned her loose from that hold now, and as Keighley lay there a little disoriented, she delivered a shin drop right across Keighley’s heaving breasts, flattening them to her chest. A cruel blow that made Keighley moan ‘Oooofff!’ as she was winded, and Betty knew she perhaps had the Goth Princess right where she needed her. She wanted to even up the score as quickly as she could and took up a cross pin, high on Keighley’s body, breasts in her face as she held her jet black hair with one hand to ensure Keighley stayed right in her smother. She grimaced a little again as she felt Keighley’s fingers in her hair, pulling as hard as she could muster, but failing to lift Betty’s breasts out of her face at all. ‘Give up bitch!’ Betty admonished her as Keighley tried again with the hair pull; the blonde was tough though and wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of moaning in pain from the harsh hair pulling. Then Betty deftly untied Keighley’s bikini bottoms, quickly pushing the fabric aside so that she could clamp down between her legs with a pussy claw. Now Keighley’s facade of being the tough goth girl was totally broken down as she howled in pain, trapped beneath Betty’s breasts as the blonde fighter cruelly tortured her womanhood. ‘AAAGGHHH!’ Keighley shrieked as Betty’s fingers punished her; ‘then fucking submit!’ Betty advised her, not easing up on the punishment for a moment as she felt Keighley’s arm scissored between her legs futilely trying to work free.

‘OOOWWW! AIIIEEEE!’ Keighley howled in agony now, suffering as Betty just kept mercilessly clawing her pussy. Smothered and hurting, the Goth Princess had nowhere to go now, no escape, and she was forced to howl out her pained submission to the blonde fighter, evening the score up at 1-1. Now it was Betty who looked the more confident fighter as she headed back to her corner, making sure to take Keighley’s bikini bottoms with her to leave her naked from the waist down. On the mat, Keighley sat for a moment, clutching her womanhood as she waited for the pain to subside, before she headed back to her corner, face flushed and looking a little flustered at how Betty had handled her in that second fall. The fight was in the balance as the two fighters, neither seconded, glowered across the ring at each other, while the announcer reminded everyone that only a smother knockout to a count of 20 could win the fight now!

On the outside of the ring, the crowd were buzzing with the excitement of what promised to be a hard fought, tough final round for both ladies. Claire though seethed with a thinly veiled anger that the newcomer, Betty, had been able to even up the score. She was clearly unhappy still at the opportunity afforded to the blonde but was in a minority of one as the bell rang and the crowd craned their necks to see the action again. The start of the final round began with the smouldering intensity of slow burning action, but each blow carried weight and was returned with interest. Keighley slapped to the upper body; Betty returned fire with a kick to the thigh. Keighley slapped again, this time down hard on to the top of Betty’s right breast only to get her head snapped to the side by a fast slap cracking off her cheek. There was a moment of evaluation from both now, then the same pattern ensued with Betty leading off with a nail rake to Keighley’s breasts only to have her long blonde hair grabbed, bringing her on to a thigh strike to the face. She reeled back, slightly dazed I thought as Keighley came in looking for the haymaker to the jaw. Now Betty showed her speed too, moving back quickly to get out of range and get a kick into Keighley’s lower leg, knocking the Goth Princess off balance. Betty made her pay for that, lashing out another kick to the belly this time, and as Keighley doubled forward, she grabbed that jet black hair, pulling her forward into a tight front headlock, face pulled into the side of the blonde slightly. Betty turned now, getting her back towards the centre of the ring before she used her ruby red nails, running them roughly up Keighley’s back, making the jet haired fighter howl in pain. It made her fight back too though, not wanting to get controlled by Betty as she delivered a hard right hand to the waistband of Betty to force a break. Another momentary re-evaluation now, albeit one punctuated with hard slaps to the face by both women as they weighed up their next attacks.

Instinctively now, both went for the other’s long hair, and forehead to forehead in a tangle of blonde and jet black hair, each tried to force the other back from centre ring, hoping to pen their rival into a corner. Keighley held the power advantage but Betty was just about able to hold her own until Keighley surprised her, releasing her double handed hair hold and retaking just a single handed grip. Now she had a hand free and quickly made Betty pay with two fast punches to the body. Then she locked on to that right breast, twisting and pulling harshly as Betty complained ‘OOOWWW! MY FUCKING TITS!’ and Keighley woman-handled her back to the corner. Betty grimly clung on to Keighley’s hair as her back hit the turnbuckle, that costing her with another punch to the belly and then Keighley released her hair, sinking her nails into both breasts, a fierce double breast maul that saw Betty screw her eyes shut in pain as she moaned ‘OOOWWW…..FUCK! OOOWWW!’ feeling the searing, fiery pain being caused by Keighley’s sharp nails and her ill intentions. Keighley knew that it was inevitable her harsh breast mauling would force Betty’s hands out of her hair, to try to prise her fingers off her breasts, It was self preservation instinct; one that Betty followed as she did exactly as Keighley expected and as the Goth Princess felt Betty’s hands on hers, she caught her off guard when she pumped a knee straight up into her crotch now. Knee on pussy, there was only one winner, and as Betty sagged there in the corner, Keighley actually smiled, maybe a smirk actually, before using her grip of Betty’s breasts to throw her from the corner.

After what could best be described as a tit biel out of the corner, Betty landed hard at centre ring, and she quickly suffered a second harsh landing; this one being all 177lbs of Keighley dropping down heavily on top of her. I wondered if we were going to see a repeat of the opening fall perhaps now with Keighley using a long breast smother to weaken Betty. It might have crossed her mind but for now she wanted to dish out some more serious punishment to Betty’s breasts still, asking her ‘how do you like that?’ as she sunk her nails in once more.

‘OWWWW! YOU FUCKING CUNT!’ Betty protested, clearly not liking it very much at all as Keighley tortured her, taunting ‘too bad you can’t submit bitch!’ as she enjoyed her dominance. She also set about the rest of Betty’s bikini with some aplomb now, working the right breast over still while she grabbed the front of the ruby red bikini to pull it into a harsh wedgie. That made Betty cry out in pain again as she went to Keighley’s hair, trying anything to defend desperately. In truth, that at least stopped the Goth Princess from shifting to stick her breasts squarely in Betty’s face to look for the required smother now. It didn’t herald a break in the punishment though, as Keighley punched then clawed to the belly, enjoying the groans and moans of pain she forced from the blonde before she untied her bikini. Immediately now, Keighley went to the hair, forcing Betty up to her feet so that her bikini fell away to leave her naked before Keighley slipped a hand between her legs to lift her and body slam her.

A hard, winding impact with the mat after a gruelling match, it looked to have taken a bit more of the fight out of the blonde who found Keighley dropping in to something of a cross-pin. After two heavy slaps to the face again, she grabbed the hair, pulling Betty into place so that she could drop her breasts heavily into the blonde’s face again. A desperate situation for Betty and it quickly got worse for her as she felt Keighley’s hand clawing at her womanhood. ‘OH GOD! PLEASE….NOOOO!’ the blonde cried out, but the situation was a tricky one, there were no submissions allowed now, she simply either had to escape or suffer until she was smothered out. Still the blonde fighter moaned loudly as Keighley, perhaps wanting to make something of a statement, eased her breasts up out of her face for a moment, seemingly wanting to extend the punishment for as long as possible. Another slap to the face landed, Keighley seeming to taunt Betty with her breasts for a moment then, before dropping them heavily in her face again. The smother was back on, as was the crotch maul, drawing a shriek of distress from Betty who seemed to be in serious trouble now in this final fall. She realised she had to fight though; her choices were stark after all, escape or go out. Against that backdrop, Betty moaned loudly again and then swing a right hand into Keighley’s side only for the Goth Princess to barely bat an eyelid as it landed. Betty swung again, to little avail, then it appeared that she was resigned to her fate when Keighley mocked ‘that’s right blondie, you suck on my titties and have a nap!’

Keighley didn’t see the danger here as her nipple stiffened thanks to Betty’s tongue that played lightly over it. She was smothering an opponent who she saw as having become totally submissive, drained by the gruelling fight. She didn’t consider the danger until it hit her, or in this case bit her, with Betty biting down on that stiff nipple drawing a shriek of pain from the Goth Princess. She tried to pull away from the source of the fierce pain, but now found Betty’s teeth holding her in place, the blonde not keen to relinquish her grip on Keighley until she was ready to deliver a hard punch into each side of Keighley’s body simultaneously. The effect was visible on the Goth Princess whose complexion looked to have gone impossibly paler than ever as she fought the draining effect of the punches and the pain in her breast at the same time now. Betty struck again, a quick thrust to the chest now as she released her nipple bite, and Keighley rolled off her to the mat.

For a moment, both fighters lay there; Betty completely naked, Keighley just in her bikini top that was doing less than it may have done to protect her modesty as it had slipped aside during that last exchange. Each was trying to gather herself for what might be the last act of a long and gruelling fight, and it seemed to be Keighley first to recover, leaning over Betty after getting to her feet, to grab her hair and pull the blonde up. That all went well for her until Betty reached her knees and slammed an uppercut into Keighley’s pussy, and the pain formed on the goth’s face just a split second before she dropped to her knees, complaining loudly and clutching her assaulted womanhood. Time finally for Betty to assert herself late in the fight it seemed as she got up wearily and then kicked Keighley harshly in the belly, sending the Goth Princess to the mat in a foetal position, gasping for air. The blonde fighter may have appeared to be a bubbly, friendly character out of the ring, but in it, she could be ruthless when she needed to be. She showed that now, pulling Keighley to her back so that she could stomp her heel down hard into her belly, sending the jet haired fighter back into that foetal position as she struggled to get oxygen into her rapidly depleted lungs.

Betty had plans to prevent her doing that though, going to the hair herself to force Keighley first to her knees, then to her feet, brushing off a weak punch to the body as she did so. Now she waist-locked Keighley, quickly lifting her into a pussy pounding atomic drop onto her outstretched leg to send another shot of pain into the goth girl’s pussy. Keighley howled, but couldn’t go to the mat as Betty was quick to grab her hair, holding her in place on her knee for a moment to rake her nails slowly and cruelly across Keighley’s right breast. Then she simply pushed the Goth Princess to the mat with a shove to the chest. With Keighley down and rolling to her front on the mat, it was easy for Betty to untie her bikini top before using a handful of jet black hair to slam her face into the mat. Keighley was dazed now, and Betty felt it was time to try and finish her off, pulling her from the mat, allowing her black bikini top to fall away before she used two harsh knee lifts to almost totally empty her lungs now. A good set up surely in a fight that could only be ended by a smother knockout, and Betty held a tottering Keighley upright for a moment before whipping her hard into the corner turnbuckles. Keighley sagged there, clearly winded and held up only by her arms on the top ropes as Betty crashed her body into her in an avalanche splash in the corner.

Then, as Betty climbed to stand on the bottom rope, it was suddenly smothering time for the Goth Princess who found Betty leaning into her, pressing her breasts hard into her face. She tried to fight clear, but an arm wrapped tightly around the back of her head meant she was going nowhere in that corner. The tank was already dangerously close to empty for Keighley, and now trapped in this unusually applied standing smother, she was quickly struggling to fight it. Shrewdly as well, Betty had searched for, and now found the nipple she had previously bitten with her free hand; knowing that much still be tender, she twisted it harshly, bringing a scream from Keighley’s lips that dissipated into the sound proofing effect of the smother. Keighley was fading and desperate suddenly, her hands gripping at the ropes, then tapping at Betty’s body, hoping to submit. ‘Time to go nighty night princess’ Betty taunted as Keighley let out a sob of pure desperation. She was going out, there was little doubt as her knees started to show those tell tale signs of wobbling, Betty keeping her tightly smothered, just tweaking that nipple once more to ensure that the last thing Keighley remembered before she slumped to the mat was that fierce pain. Then she was down as Betty finally released the smother, turning round to lift herself up onto the top turnbuckle where she sat, legs crossed, enjoying the referee tolling off the count that she knew there was little chance of Keighley bearing. Indeed, as the referee reached a count of twenty, The Goth Princess was barely starting to stir. Betty had claimed the toughest of wins in her first Smythe match, and would move on to the tournament semi final the following day. She soaked in the adulation of the crowd for a few moments now, rolling Keighley to her back with her foot, and standing with her left foot placed lightly on her breasts as she waved to the crowd for a moment, before she left the ring to make her way wearily back to the changing room.

A glance around the room showed a crowd in appreciation of her efforts; a closer look would have shown one empty space where Claire had previously been sat. That conundrum was solved as Betty left the ring room to find Claire leaning against the wall in the corridor outside.

‘Wow! That was sooooo awesome!’ Claire gushed. ‘Well done!’ she congratulated Betty who smiled and said ‘thanks’ in return.

Then she asked Claire, ‘say, I’m new here. Where are the changing rooms again?’

‘Oh follow me’ Claire said, turning so that the naked blonde wouldn’t see the evil glint in her eyes as a plan hastily formed. ‘I’m just heading there now...’