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I’ll Strip You!

By Wolfboy

Emma wants the Smythe Title back, and Paislee stands tall in her way

After the chaos caused by Claire, Lady Amelia had been forced to delay the tournament to decide the number one contender for a few days, meaning that position remained undetermined for now. That meant that the winner of tonight’s title showdown between Paislee, the current champion, and Emma wouldn’t yet know who they would face in their first title defence. Paislee had shocked the catfight world, and particularly Emma, when she had beaten her for the Smythe Title some months earlier. On that night, the Amazonian blonde fighter had impressed in the end, coming from behind to eventually dominate, defeat, and with the aid of Toni in her corner, humiliate Emma. Emma had almost given up on fighting publicly after that, focussing a lot of attention on helping Jemma get started as a catfighter, but now here we were, about to enter the ring first for her shot at redemption and the Smythe Title. It was a situation that Emma had been in many times before, sometimes as favourite, sometimes as underdog; today everyone was a little unsure who was the favourite, such had been Paislee’s impressive performance before. Her element of surprise was well gone though now, so would that also make a difference?

On the way to the ring, of course we couldn’t help but notice Jemma and Beth who had come to show their support. They were sitting well away from the action though with Lady Amelia to ensure that they didn’t become a distraction in the fight as they both gave Emma the thumbs up. Game face was on for Emma though, as she walked confidently to the ring wearing a sheer navy blue body suit adorned at the breasts and crotch with some lace detail, which she had coupled with navy blue hold up stockings. Slipping into the ring, she greeted the crowd, no doubt that she would be the crowd favourite of course, and then went to the corner of the ring, leaning on the turnbuckles, calmly awaiting the appearance of Paislee.

Brash as ever, it was Toni leading the way into the room, holding the Smythe Championship belt above her head, followed by Paislee. The Amazonian blonde perhaps struck the first blow mentally as she was wearing the wrestling costume she had taken when Emma had fought Toni in adult professional wrestling. In some ways that match had started the whole series of events leading to Emma losing to Paislee; tonight would, at least in a Smythe ring, end it. Toni had demanded that if Paislee won, then Emma would be frozen out of the title picture for the rest of Paislee’s title reign. Emma had agreed, and countered that if she won, then it would be Toni and Paislee frozen out of the picture while she was champion.

As Paislee stood in the opposite corner, brazenly wearing the outfit she had stolen from an unconscious Emma, coupled with a pair of nude hold up stockings, Emma simply stared a hole in her. She was a problem to be solved for Emma; someone to remove from the Smythe Title picture for good. Sensing both ladies to be in no mood to wait to get at each other, the announcer set the scene. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is an answer the bell anything goes catfight for the Smythe Catfighting Championship. Whoever wins, the other camp will be frozen out of the Smythe Title picture for the remainder of their title reign. First of all, let me introduce the challenger this evening. She is a former five time Smythe Champion, at 43 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 169lbs and measuring 40E-28-38, with a record of 64 wins and 23 defeats, this is Emma Baines!’ The crowd cheered for Emma but she was all business tonight, not taking her eyes of Paislee in the opposite corner for a moment. The announcer moved on quickly ‘and her opponent if the current Smythe Champion, at 28 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, 207lbs and measuring 42F-31-44 with a catfight record of 17 wins and 1 defeat, this is Paislee!’ There was polite applause for the champion, a woman that most of the catfight world was yet to really warm to as she raised her belt, but her eyes too never left Emma throughout the introduction. Last minute instructions from Toni in the champion’s corner, a ‘good luck’ from me, and the action was underway to the delight of the packed ring room.

Both women walked out into centre ring and started to trade insults alongside some heavy blows in the opening seconds. ‘I’m going to enjoy breaking you again, cunt!’ Paislee sneered, cracking a slap off Emma’s face. ‘You got lucky last time bitch’ Emma shot back, adding an uppercut to the breasts in to the mix. ‘Fuck off’ Paislee replied, grabbing hair and punching to the face, ‘you got lucky I wasn’t allowed to finish you for good!’ she said as Emma reeled back to the ropes. Paislee rushed her, straight into a kick to the pit of the stomach from Emma who then raked the blonde’s eyes, making her shriek as she told her ‘maybe you’re right, but that’s your mistake because you should have finished me when you had chance, cunt!’ Emma punctuated that last insult with a right hand to the mouth before she grabbed Paislee’s long blonde hair and used it to pull the dazed blonde in to a choke on the top rope. Immediately Paislee tried to fight out, but Emma got on to the bottom rope to add some extra leverage as Paislee moaned loudly ‘you can’t do that to me!’ What ‘that’ was didn’t become clear immediately as Emma kept the pressure on the choke for a while longer before an elbow to the belly forced her off the ropes. And then her early strategy became clear; while she’d had her trapped, she had tied Paislee’s long blonde hair to the top ring rope, preventing Paislee from getting away!

As the blonde tried to free herself desperately, Emma recovered and measured her from behind for a harsh kick to the crotch that made Paislee shriek with pain. Emma wasn’t done either, hooking two punches around from behind into the blonde’s body, looking to take some of her energy away early. It had been this way in their previous meeting of course, Emma dominating early before Paislee had turned the tide, but something in Emma’s manner suggested that she wouldn’t allow Paislee to do that so easily this time. As the big blonde struggled to untie herself, Emma gave her a shove from behind now, helping her out on the ring apron. And then another problem manifested herself for Paislee who got showed again from behind, suddenly finding herself knocked off the apron, and learning that she could only just about reach the floor on tip toes. Emma followed her out, chopping away with hard right and left hands to the stretched out American woman, hurting her with each punch, as over in their corner, Toni protested loudly ‘SHE CAN’T FUCKING DO THAT REF!’

That protest fell on deaf ears as the referee concluded quickly that anything goes really did mean anything and the action continued with Emma getting a double breast claw on Paislee, hands inside her suit and started to pump knee lifts into her crotch. Each knee drew a loud groan of pain from Paislee as Emma punished her now, and the blonde took probably the smartest decision of her catfight career, blurting out ‘I SUBMIT!’ as Emma delivered one extra cruel knee lift to the pussy before the ref intervened. ‘Pack it in Emma!’ she admonished, and Emma returned to the corner with the 1-0 lead for what that was worth under answer the bell rules. Toni rushed across the ring to try to untie Paislee now as well, wanting to give her girl the best chance of getting back into the fight. ‘I can’t get you untied Paislee!’ we heard the brunette say as the break neared it’s end, a sound of panic in her voice, and it appeared to us that Paislee was still tied to the rope at the start of fall two. Toni returned to the corner, protesting all the way about the unfairness of it all, Emma grabbed Paislee’s hair from behind, inside the ring, hoping to force her up on to the apron, and the trap was sprung. Paislee grabbed the back of Emma’s head, dropped back to the floor and clotheslined Emma on the top rope as she revealed the devious brunette Toni had in fact untied her during the break after all. Paislee smirked, pleased with a little bit of subterfuge, and she rolled back into the ring beneath the bottom rope to pick up her task of hurting Emma.

Emma had dropped to the mat on her back and knew that wasn’t where she wanted to be with Paislee, so she rolled quickly, trying to get to her feet. Unfortunately, she’d only made it to her knees as Paislee met her with a knee between the breasts, bowling her back to the mat. Emma had little time to brace herself now before Paislee dropped on to her heavily, using those 201lbs to great effect in a full body splash. ‘OOOFFF….fat bitch!’ Emma complained as she was winded by Paislee who took up a pretty sloppy cross pin on Emma, not controlling either arm as she grabbed auburn hair and punched to the belly. ‘Whatever cunt’ Paislee sneered, making Emma moan loudly as she ragged her head around by the hair as she continued to slam her knuckles into Emma’s royal blue mesh covered belly. Emma moaned again from that, but she grabbed the blonde’s hair now, and Paislee hissed ‘bitch!’ at her before she started to claw at Emma’s stomach. ‘OWWWW….dirty bitch!’ Emma complained as she felt Paislee’s long nails digging into her body. The blonde was making pretty short work of that mesh covering too, turning Emma’s outfit into one with a generous cutaway section over the belly. Emma grabbed the back of Paislee’s suit in response, bunching it up into a wedgie that troubled the blonde for a brief moment before two more punches slowed Emma up and she switched to a crotch maul that immediately brought a pained look to Emma’s face.

‘How do you like that cunt?’ Paislee taunted; Emma’s cried of pain quick to confirm that the answer was ‘not a great deal’. The blonde was mauling her hard, and Emma’s hair pull in return was doing little to deter her here. She switched tactics, delivering a short punch to the jaw of Paislee from beneath. Lack of leverage meant lack of power though, and the punch had little impact on the blonde who, keen to take no more of them, dipped her and sunk her teeth into the underside of Emma’s right breast through the flimsy material of her mesh bodysuit. She’d done it cleverly too, making sure that Emma, who howled loudly in pain, had no chance of smothering her as she gave her breast a good working over. ‘Aaaaggggh! Fucking hell!’ Emma moaned loudly, the pitch of that complaint getting higher still as the crotch mauling intensified as well. Given the rules of the contest now, Emma wisely elected to submit, not wanting to take too much punishment early on. ‘I submit!’ she blurted out, groaning loudly as Paislee gave her a parting shot with an elbow to the belly, but she was able to get back to the corner quickly enough under her own steam. Two quick submissions had started the match, with both fighters securing one as the other woman realised the benefit of not taking too much punishment early on before submitting.

On that basis, it seemed that both had the tactics that might well lead to a very long fight, but did either have anything up their sleeve to change that pattern? Round three started slowly, circling while Paislee pulled the wedgie out of her ass, before the two traded some long range slaps to the face. ‘I’m going to enjoy finishing you, bitch!’ Paislee taunted as she got in a solid slap to the face and followed up with a sharp jab to the right breast. Emma was rocked back momentarily, but she deterred Paislee from following up with a defensive kick to the thigh. ‘Sure bitch…...better have tried’ she told Paislee as the circling continued a little while longer, slaps and punches landing, but not providing the opening for a more intense follow up attack through a couple of minutes of catfighting. Paislee’s nails got into play again, slashing across Emma’s belly where she’d already made short work of her mesh bodysuit. Emma cried out but grabbed Paislee’s long blonde hair, trying to pull her onto a punch to the face. Now the Amazonian blonde’s stature came into play as she was able to resist the attempt, planting her feet on the mat, then she rushed Emma suddenly, driving her back into the corner, splashing her against the turnbuckles. If there was one thing we’d learned in their first encounter, it was that Paislee knew just how to use her big body to put her opponent in some trouble. This was no exception as she rammed her shoulder into Emma’s body, lifting her butt precariously onto the middle turnbuckle as she sagged across Paislee’s shoulder. The big blonde showed no sympathy or weakness though, simply repeating the dose another two times, each impact driving more air from Emma’s body.

As Emma sat listlessly on that middle turnbuckle for a moment, Paislee smiled malevolently as she measured her before delivering the stinging rebuke of a slap across the face. Then she pulled Emma from her perch by the hair and ran her across the ring to introduce her face to the opposite turnbuckle hard. Paislee evidently found that move to her satisfaction as she then dragged Emma to her own corner by the hair to slam her face into that turnbuckle too. ‘That’s it Paislee! Hurt the bitch!’ Toni advised from the outside, giving her charge guidance she scarcely needed while the big blonde turned Emma’s back to the buckle and sunk a punch into the area she had uncovered on Emma’s belly. Emma groaned and doubled up only for Paislee to rock her back upright with a knee lift to the breasts. Then there was a stinging chop, lashed across those same breasts before Paislee leaned in with a double breast claw.

Immediately Emma moaned loudly in pain, the mesh and lace fabric doing very little to protect her from the sharp nails, and mauling fingers of Paislee. ‘OWWWW!’ Emma moaned as Paislee tortured sensitive breast flesh. At the point the blonde thought Emma might be contemplating submitting to the move though, she turned it loose, choosing instead to send Emma to the mat with a knee to the body. Emma moaned again as Paislee grabbed a handful of auburn hair now so that she could position Emma’s face against her thigh before raising and stamping her foot to the mat, allowing the shock-wave to run through Emma’s jaw. Emma looked groggy down on her knees as Paislee went in with a kick to the side to put her onto all fours. Now the blonde had Emma reeling as she delivered a flat footed stomp to the back of the head, making sure she stayed dazed down on the mat while Paislee considered her next attack. It made sense as Emma struggled to all fours once more for the blonde to go after her back, having thought she’d done much more damage there in their last fight than she actually had. A heavy elbow drop landed to the lower back, allowing Paislee to flatten Emma to the mat, and once again her auburn hair came into play. Paislee grabbed a good handful this time, slamming Emma’s face into the mat, before she used that same hair grab to pull Emma’s face and chest clear of the mat. Immediately the powerful blonde used a cross face to punish Emma, cranking head and neck to the side as it landed and she clamped down with a rear chin lock of sorts. Emma’s hands were pushed to the mat, supporting her as she tried to resist the hold, groaning a little as Paislee cranked on the hold some more. But then, abruptly, the big blonde went back to the hair, slammed Emma’s face into the mat and with her stunned, climbed off her to deliver another elbow drop.

The faces in the crowd were starting to betray some concern as Paislee peeled Emma off the mat before delivering a body slam with some authority, near to her own corner of the ring. It looked like the big blonde brawler was starting to beat Emma down now, just as she had in their previous meeting. Paislee looked like she felt it too, taking a moment to show-boat, gesturing at Emma as she looked out to the crowd as if to say ‘it’s happening again’. Then she went to the hair to peel Emma off the mat once again only to discover that there was plenty of fight left in her as Emma delivered an uppercut to the crotch from her knees. Paislee was frozen in place in front of Emma right now, clutching at her crotch before Emma made her shriek in anguish as she raked her eyes. Getting to her feet, Emma went to the hair to lead Paislee into a rope choke on the top strand of the ring ropes before she yanked back on the rope to send the blonde tumbling back towards the middle of the ring. Emma went after her quickly too, a leg drop landing flush across her face, punishing Paislee before Emma shifted her position quickly into the reverse face sit. Once again though, Paislee showed her tactic to simply submit quickly if anything wasn’t going to plan as she felt Emma settle in heavily on her face, tapping at the mat quickly, forcing a frustrated Emma to break with a heavy slap to the breasts.

Emma had the notional lead by 2 submissions to 1, but back in the corner she was more than a little uncertain how she could force Paislee to endure holds for long enough to wear her down and weaken her. ‘Only thing I can think of’ I suggested to her ‘is to control her hands and hope the ref doesn’t hear her submit?’

‘I suppose it could work’ she admitted. ‘She’s a cheating fat bitch though Steve. She doesn’t play it right’ she told me, frustration evident.

‘I know what you mean, but there’s nothing to stop her’ I pointed out. ‘Maybe play her at her own game then. If there’s a hint she’s got you trapped, submit. See if you can frustrate a mistake out of her?’ I offered as round 4 started. A still fresh Paislee and Emma met in the centre of the ring, and this time the fight finally threatened to kick up a notch or two as Emma called Paislee ‘a fucking pussy!’

‘Fuck off’ Paislee shot back, making a grab for Emma’s hair and pulling her forward as she started to slap away at the upper back, neck and head of Emma. Now Emma started to fire back, short right hands to the body of the big blonde, chopping away, starting to try and wear her down. Paislee weathered that and made Emma scream with a deep, slow, nail rake across the shoulders now. Emma was forced to take that but responded to surprise Paislee as she stamped on her toes. ‘OOWWWW! You bitch!’ Paislee complained, trying to hope clear only for Emma to deliver a spectacular drop kick to send her flying back into her own corner of the ring. Against those turnbuckles, Paislee was forced to weather a flurry of body shots from Emma who taunted in between punches ‘about time you submitted again you big fat stripper!’. Then she was rocked by a sudden thrust to the throat from Paislee, the heavy handed blonde setting her reeling back as she tried to catch her breath.

Of course, Paislee didn’t want to give Emma the chance to do that, and she simply ran her over with a running shoulder charge that knocked Emma to the mat. Paislee stood a pace away before, just as Emma started to rise, she delivered a big splash to flatten her back to the mat. That was a crushing impact and Paislee took advantage to move into a kind of half straddle, thick right leg across Emma’s belly before pushing both of Emma’s hands to the mat above her head. Gripping those hands through Emma’s long auburn hair with her left hand now, Paislee smiled, as she was presented with Emma’s entire upper body as a target. The blonde started to flail away to the breasts with heavy handed slaps, stopping each time one landed to pull and tear at the lace that covered them. Emma groaned, grimacing at each strike from Paislee, who we all knew by now hit hard. She tried to bridge too, hoping to dislodge the blonde but instead just succeeding in moving her further up her body so that Paislee could drop her heavy breasts in Emma’s face. A partial smother at least as Emma was able to turn her head out of the way just enough to avoid the very worst of it as Paislee went back to work on her breasts. Heavy slaps pancaked her breasts as the sound echoed around the ring room, tweaks, pulls and twists of the nipples brought moans of pain from Emma. At the same time Paislee continued to remodel Emma's lace bodysuit so that it was now largely cup-less as well as the impromptu cut away stomach area.

Paislee slapped her right breast then got her nails dug in for a cruel breast maul, but then Emma reacted quickly, shifting her head and sinking her teeth into Paislee’s right breast. Immediately, the big blonde roared with pain at that, and it appeared that Emma might well have her in some trouble with a molar mauling. Indeed, Paislee forgot all about her own breast attacks for the moment as her eyes screwed shut in pain; would the blonde be forced to submit again? No; instead a moment of clarity came across her face before she raked Emma’s eyes to make her shriek in anguish and release her bite before a short punch to the crotch looked to have put Paislee back in control of the situation down on the mat.

This was an advantage that Paislee was keen to press home quickly as she stunned Emma some more with a heavy handed slap to the face. Then with Emma stunned, left blinking as she lay flat out on the mat, Paislee took up a reverse face sit position, and following two hard punches, one to each breast, she finger-locked both of Emma’s hands and settled in to the heavy face sit. Emma squirmed beneath Paislee as the situation became clear to her; the blonde was controlling her hands so she couldn’t tap out and a 201lb woman on her face made it tough for her to vocalise any submission. It was a great strategy from Paislee I had to admit, one guaranteed at the very least to wear Emma down a little I thought as she rolled her hips, grinding her ass and pussy hard on my wife’s face. In return, Emma kicked her feet, bridged and bucked wildly, but to little avail as Paislee stayed in place. The referee got in close to the action as Emma’s muffled moans were audible but not enough to make them very clear. I was sure she was probably trying to submit, but for now the hold stayed in place, grinding her down steadily. Again she bucked and squirmed frantically now; fortunately for her, Paislee got greedy releasing one of her hands to deliver a punch to the stomach, but that coincided with Emma desperately tapping out and the referee forcing Paislee to break which she did only after a couple of nipple tweaks.

‘She made a mistake there’ Emma told me after taking a few seconds to compose herself and return to the corner. ‘She had me and she should have finished me because the ref couldn’t tell I was submitting’ she admitted.

‘Well, you’ve seen how it’s done now’ I suggested to her. ‘Now do it to her!’

Emma just smiled, apparently a plan forming in her mind as the referee called for the fifth session of the fight to get underway. The first part of that plan was to remove her navy blue lace bodysuit as she left the corner, kicking it from the ring so that she only wore her hold up stockings which both had gamely stayed largely in place. ‘Come on you fat bitch!’ she called across the ring now, the second part of the plan evidently to get Paislee to join her in a naked brawl. ‘Why don’t you take my suit off and see if you can piss on my face again, you dirty slut?’ she challenged. Paislee smiled, amused it seemed by this show of bravado from Emma as she asked her ‘is that what you want again? Well you’re on bitch!’ as she stripped off the emerald green suit to accept the totally nude challenge. Now she threw that green suit at Emma, charging behind the distraction as she looked to clothesline Emma to the mat. She found Emma laser focussed not on the flying garment though, but on Paislee who she stopped dead with a debilitating kick straight to the belly. Paislee doubled forward and Emma quickly took hold of the blonde’s hair to hold her in place for a hard knee lift to the face that left her a little groggy. Now Emma followed up fast, a kick to the crotch putting Paislee on her knees as she howled in pain. As soon as the big blonde reached for her crotch, Emma cruelly nail raked her breasts before delivering a big knee between them to bowl Paislee on to her back. As effective as that quick combination of moves had been, Emma knew she was going to have a hard enough time to keep Paislee from simply just submitting. She took off one of her stockings quickly though, and balled that up to jam it into Paislee’s mouth before she grabbed the hair of the still startled blonde to bring her to her fours. A standing head scissors was applied, powerful thighs tight around Paislee’s head, but perhaps more telling, both of Paislee's arms were levered up her back in a double hammerlock. Then Emma rolled to the mat on her side, thighs dragging the powerful blonde over to her side, facing Emma, trapped in a similar situation to that Emma had found herself in before; no straight forward way of tapping out, no way way of voicing her submission either with a blue stocking rammed in her mouth.

Emma let out a loud cry as she poured on the pressure with her legs, putting every ounce of pressure she could on to Paislee whose cries of pain were still muffled effectively by the stocking. Emma knew she was hurting her with the scissors, but would it be enough? She decided probably not and tried to up the ante now, holding that hammerlock with one hand while with a strong arm behind Paislee’s head, she pulled her into a tight breast smother, face pulled into the smothering softness of her big breasts. She flexed her thighs again as she controlled Paislee, preventing her from submitting to the holds for now at least as she poured on the pressure. Of course, her intent was to put Paislee out so that she was perhaps unable to answer the bell for the start of the following fall. Toni knew it and was unhappy, crying out ‘SHE CAN’T FUCKING DO THAT REF!’ as she realised the stocking in her mouth was stopping Paislee from submitting. The big blonde was frantically trying to force her hands free from Emma’s hammerlock though, knowing that she needed to indicate her submission quickly. So I thought anyway, In fact, she squirmed a hand free, but as everyone excepted her to immediately submit, instead she balled it up into a fist to slam two punches into Emma’s body! Emma groaned, but she held firm, keeping the smother on, and eventually on the yelled advice of Toni, Paislee elected to submit. Emma held the smother for as long as she could to punish Paislee more before she was forced to turn her loose from the smother by the referee’s admonishment. She got in a slap to the breasts as she got off Paislee, just raising the blonde’s anger for a moment, as she returned to the corner.

We were twenty minutes into the match almost at this stage. Both women were breathing heavily, bodies glistening with sweat, each showing some signs of wear and tear from the battle. But we felt no closer to either having a decisive advantage in this answer the bell rules match in which Emma held the lead by 3 submissions to 2. As ever under these rules, the score was meaningless, and the relatively short amount of time that each woman was spending in submission moves before giving up seemed to suggest neither would tire that quickly. Against that background, Emma was formulating a plan to take Paislee off her game. ‘I’m going to challenge her to next submission wins it Steve. She’s so ingrained to give up quickly if she’s under pressure, she might just forget and tap out if I trap her’ she suggested.

‘It’s possible’ I had to agree. ‘It gives her an even chance too of course’ I pointed out. ‘You might have to be prepared to out tough her too’ I told her.

‘I know’ Emma said, ‘but we’ll just be here until the fat bitch gets tired otherwise!’ she laughed.

‘HEY BITCH!’ Emma cried across the ring now. ‘What do you say to next submission wins it?’ she asked Paislee. As the blonde turned to consult with Toni, Emma continued ‘what? You’re too dumb to reach a decision on your own are you?’ to taunt Paislee.

‘Shut your mouth bitch’ Paislee replied, ‘no, I don’t accept!’ she replied.

‘What?’ Emma continued, going to centre ring to lie flat out on the canvas. ‘Even if I give you a free shot at whatever move you like to start the fall?’ she asked.

Paislee looked hesitant still, sensing a trap that she couldn’t quite identify at the moment. ‘Come on you fat pussy!’ Emma demanded now, losing patience with the unusually hesitant blonde. As I rolled my eyes, unsure what Emma’s plan was, and definitely far from confident it was the right way to go with a bigger, nasty fighter, like Paislee, the blonde’s expression changed to one set in determination. ‘You’re on cunt!’ she shouted at Emma, telling her ‘you can stay right there bitch!’ as the referee confirmed that this fight would now be settled by this fall.

Paislee walked back to the ropes, using them just to add the slightest bit of momentum as she headed back for Emma to throw her 201lbs at her in a big splash. And in that moment, Emma’s big plan became abundantly clear to Paislee. She’d been right to suspect a trap; Emma had no intention of giving the powerful blonde a free shot at all, raising her knees to catch the splash and send her rolling to the mat winded. ‘YOU CHEATING CUNT!’ Toni protested loudly from outside the ring, but it was no holds barred, so what exactly she expected anyone to do about it was beyond me. Emma smiled at her and told her ‘shut it bitch, or you’ll be next!’ before she watched Paislee just struggling to all fours and kicked her hard in the belly. Had Emma found the edge she was looking for? It certainly looked that way as Paislee struggled back to all fours only to be sent to her back now by a low drop-kick to the shoulder and face. She was dazed and winded, caught out by Emma as she was unable to resist the offer of the free shot that really didn’t pan out as she’d expected, and now Emma dragged her to the ropes, draping her throat across the bottom rope and pressing down on the back of her head with her left foot. Then she switched it up quickly to punt Paislee in the ribs with her right foot leaving the big blonde struggling for air down on the mat. Emma dropped to her knees to cruelly scratch her nails across the back, then she made Paislee shriek louder as she dipped her head to bite her on the shoulder for a second.

‘OWWWW! YOU BITCH!’ Paislee moaned loudly as Emma broke off from biting her, smirking as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. All was fair in championship catfighting of course; and now Emma slowly forced Paislee to her feet with a double handful of her blonde mane. Of course, the champion was a dangerous and strong woman who Emma looked to keep subdued with a face full of top turnbuckle in the corner. Then she got Paislee’s breasts on to the top rope, leaning on them just enough to ensure there was plenty of friction as she forced the screeching blonde towards the next corner by the hair. There was no doubt the ropes would have raised plenty of pain for Paislee, and her face did little to hide that as Emma returned to the double handful of hair to slam her face into another turnbuckle. Now Emma turned the blonde’s back to the turnbuckles, hammering her with two hard body punches before getting her nails into the undersides of her breasts to take advantage of those rope burns. She leaned into Paislee who howled in pain, looking her in the eyes as she told her to ‘submit and give me my title back bitch!’

‘Nooooo!’ Paislee moaned, using her still impressive strength to force Emma back off her a couple of steps with a shove to the chest. Emma was undeterred though, straight back in with a kick to the stomach, nails sunk into sensitive breast flesh, enjoying the pained look on Paislee’s face as she told her to ‘SUBMIT!’ The thought must have crossed Paislee’s mind, with her eyes screwed shut in pain as she desperately tried to resist it seemed. Then she gave Emma an emphatic answer as she grabbed her auburn hair and held her in place for a short headbutt to the face. Suddenly, Emma was reeling, her senses scattered to all corners of the ring by the surprise attack from Paislee who followed up quickly, using that handful of auburn hair to introduce Emma to the top turnbuckle too. Paislee was still fighting to catch her breath a little but now she used her weight to her advantage, hooking an arm behind Emma’s head before bringing her a pace out of the corner. She reversed momentum quickly now, pressing Emma back to the turnbuckles with a short splash, then simply leaned into her using her weight to hold Emma there. Five more times she repeated that move, fifteen of twenty seconds between each one, each splash taking the air from Emma before Paislee leaned on her heavily in the corner. Then, a sudden grab of the hair and Emma was thrown half way across the ring by the blonde, rolling to a stop lying face down on the mat. Now, Paislee made her pay for her earlier trickery, running in to deliver a crushing splash across her back.

Toni looked a lot happier on the apron now as her associate, the champion, looked like she had everything under control suddenly. Paislee grabbed a handful of hair, raising Emma’s face from the mat by it, and leaned in close to sneer ‘not so fucking smart now are you bitch?’ Then she slammed Emma’s face hard in to the mat, keeping hold of the hair then to mop that mat with her face for a moment as Emma moaned in protest. Pinned there beneath the big blonde, the look on her face was one of despondency, wondering how she’d allowed Paislee to regain the initiative in the fight here. Paislee did no such wondering though, tightening her grip on the hair with fingers in close to the scalp allowing her to present Emma’s cheek for a heavy slap. As Emma blinked away the pain from that, Paislee wrenched her head and chest free of the mat by the hair, then as she straddled Emma’s upper back, the blonde struck with a cross-face, using it to crank Emma’s head and neck to the side. Emma moaned loudly, in pain from the punishing hold as Paislee kept it as a cross-face, maintaining that in preference to a choke. Perhaps she’d chosen that approach in preference to the choke, knowing it was a way that she could enjoy dishing out more pain rather than simply choking Emma to submission. The choke may well have finished things in her favour though; was Paislee making the mistake of looking to punish rather than simply win?

She taunted Emma from that position of strength now, telling her ‘that’s right bitch, you moan and groan a bit, then I’ll piss all over your face again to finish you off. You like that don’t you!’ harking back to her golden face sit of their previous encounter. The mere threat of it made Emma buck and squirm beneath Paislee, but 201lbs of fighting blonde straddled her upper back, and she was going nowhere easily. Paislee was content to allow her to struggle for a while longer, cranking the cross face, keeping the pain high but not unbearable. It was all leading to wearing Emma down for a possible finishing attempt by the blonde who might just make good on her face sit promise again. She wrenched Emma from the mat by her hair now, quickly lifting her into a body slam that she had no time to respond to before she met the mat again harshly, planted there by the blonde amazon. An elbow drop followed across the breasts, Paislee lying there with her breasts partly in Emma’s face for a moment before a hasty rethink as the blonde felt her teeth nipping at them.

‘Hey! Fucking dirty bitch!’ she protested, but she was straight into the hair, forcing Emma up to her feet once more, this surely looking like being the end of the fight for her as Paislee lifted her to slam once again. Had the blonde amazon completed the move, it may well have been just that, but now Emma showed her resilience and experience to slip out over Paislee’s shoulder. She landed perfectly as well, and as the big blonde turned, Emma kicked her straight in the crotch. One hard, brutal, shot, delivered with intent by Emma was enough to turn the tide of the battle once more as Paislee dropped to her knees, clutching her crotch as she moaned loudly in pain. Now Emma grabbed the hair, holding Paislee in place for three hard knees to her breasts, the third one knocking the blonde to her back as her hair was released by Emma. Now Emma grabbed the ankles, working quickly as she spotted her chance and delivered a cruel knee drop to the crotch. Paislee squealed out in pain now as Emma kept hold hold of her ankles, having her spread wide, looked at Toni for a split second, then dropped to her knees to deliver a headbutt to the crotch now.

Paislee cried out in pain, as she looked listless for a moment on the mat, then she shrieked loudly as Emma applied a vicious stomach claw for a moment. Grabbing, clawing and twisting, the move was done with the intent to really punish Paislee and her cries and shrieks of pain showed it to be working well. Slowly, Paislee started to try and sit up, but each time she made it past a few inches off the ground, Emma would turn up the pressure, sending her back flat to the mat, head in hands, as the pain threatened to engulf her. What actually did engulf her in the end was Emma’s ass as she moved in to the most basic of catfighting moves, the reverse face-sit. It may have been basic, but the move was also highly effective in a match with a tiring opponent Emma knew, especially one that was naked with her entire body laid out in front of her to attack.

And attack she did, locking eyes with Toni in Paislee’s corner as heavy slaps to the breasts started the attacks before she grabbed and twisted Paislee’s nipples. As Paislee started to sob with pain and frustration, she bridged and Emma simply crotch punched her to drop her back flat to the mat. ‘You’re done here’ Emma taunted, not at Paislee, but at Toni on the outside. ‘Wrote a cheque that your own personal bitch couldn’t cash, and now you’re going to be gone bitch!’ she continued, starting to mercilessly pummel Paislee’s breasts again. The blonde amazon moaned and groaned now, protesting about a lack of air; Emma drove an elbow into her belly to make sure that situation didn’t improve any in the immediate future. Then she settled back heavily on Paislee’s face, using a double nipple twist, as she watched the blonde aimlessly kick and squirm, totally unable to dislodge her. Toni was seething on the apron telling Emma ‘I’ll kick you’re fucking ass, you cunt!’, but Emma just laughed at her now, telling her ‘too bad you’re not in here to try then isn’t it?’

She knew Paislee was fading fast as the blonde bridged again and she pussy whipped her hard to drop her flat again. Then she was back to the double nipple twist, nails just digging in to add to the pain. Toni implored Paislee to hang on, seeing that her chances of getting a title shot anytime soon were hastily receding. And then, just like that, it was over, the nipple twist, the heavy smothering face sit combining to finish Paislee off as she weakly tapped at the mat. Emma had done it, and as the crowd cheered her, she stayed on Paislee’s face to pose in victory for just a few seconds longer. Then, as Toni was apoplectic with rage on the apron, Emma rolled Paislee out of the ring beneath the bottom rope, allowing her to drop to the floor. As Toni went to help her up, Emma raised her arms in victory to the cheers of the crowd, as the title belt found its way back around her waist once again.

‘You’ll pay for this you bitch’ Toni fumed on the outside of the ring, ‘I’ll fucking destroy you!’ she warned.

‘Sure’ Emma laughed, ‘whatever…..now get that piece of trash out of here, and take yourself with her bitch. You’re gone!’ she told Toni, knowing that she wouldn’t need to defend her title against her old rival now in this title reign.