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Counter Punch

By Wolfboy

Emma has her chance to lay down a marker in the World Title tournament

Having watched Sara successfully navigate her first opponent in the tournament the previous evening, tonight it would be Emma’s turn to show what she could do as her fight would close out the opening round of matches. That meant of course that there was a match to take place first with Zara Jones, a Canadian, representing the American Apartment Amazons as their champion. In the opposite corner to her would be the Indian Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, none other than Bindi’s aunt, Priya Patel. Both women were billed at the same height and weight as each other as they stood in the ring, Zara in a red and white gown, Priya in a glittering gold and white sari. Somehow, Priya, her dark hair like a mane as it fell around her shoulders, looked more imposing than the Canadian blonde across the ring despite their matching stats. When it was time for the action to begin, she would prove it too.

Stripping from her sari, she stood topless in front of Zara who in turn was wearing a red string bikini. There was no challenge from Priya for the Canadian to match her in fighting topless, just a shrug as the bell rang giving the Indian champion chance to prove her mastery of no rules catfighting. As Zara lunged for her early on, Priya stamped hard on her foot, grinding her toes beneath her heel before a huge forearm smash to the chest floored Zara. Slams and throws were interspersed with hard body punches, uppercuts to the breasts and harsh mauling attacks from Priya who threatened to run away with the fight. Zara dug in, determined not to lose a one sided fight and fired back with punches before surprising Priya with an eye rake. That gave the imposing Indian a tough spell to endure, mostly due to the quick kicks of the Canadian which put Priya down and gave her chance to try for a face sit submission. That proved to be a big mistake against an experienced sex fighter like Priya though, and she eased Zara’s red bikini aside and gripped her hips to hold her firmly in place while she expertly tongue fucked her to an orgasm. The first orgasm of the tournament, predictably perhaps scored by Priya was quickly followed by her winning submission, delivered after removing her own thong by a naked reverse face sit. A warning for Emma then of what awaited her if she could get past her own first round opponent in the next fight.

All the fighters were reasonably well known of course in such a prestigious tournament, but Emma’s opponent was perhaps the least known of the group. Still, we had been able to find out a little about the North African catfight champion Azize Benabi of Tunisia. This was a relatively young woman for the tournament, but one that had pretty much fought for all of her adult life. Street fights in the local markets had led to more organised contests, and finally to the North African title. She had never fought outside of North Africa before today. Footage and information about her was rare, but it was out there, and helped us to piece together her style, learning along the way that her nickname of the Tunisian Pitbull was well founded as she loved to bite her opponents. Moderately refined street fighter was perhaps as good a description of her style as any; she gained some skills but had a base style that was that of a pure, instinctive fighter. A dangerous opponent then that I led Emma to the ring to face off with in the Southern Belles arena.

Already Azize was there, waiting in the ring for us, wearing a see through mesh skirt over a matching lime green thong and a cut off white vest top. Her long, almost waist length, brown hair was tinged with hints of red and gold. And she had her nails painted in a lime green colour that only went to highlight how they looked to be some pretty dangerous weapons. Emma looked pretty unconcerned however as she entered the ring wearing a knee length green robe belted at the waist. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this will be the final first round match of the World Catfight Championship tournament. It is a no time limit, no rules fight, set for one submission. Our two fighters for this evening, first from the U.K., Emma Baines. Emma is 43 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 170lbs, measures 40E-28-38 and has a record of 65 wins and 23 losses. Her opponent this evening is from Sousse, Tunisia, Azize Benabi. Azize is 27 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 158lbs, measures 38B-25-39 and has a fight record of 32 wins and 7 losses’ he finished. Once again, the announcer beat a hasty retreat from the ring in favour of the referee and she quickly told both fighters to get ready.

Both were in their corners, Emma waiting until she knew she had everyone’s attention before she stripped out of her robe to hand it to me. There was a collective gasp as the crowd took in her appearance in a pastel green mesh bodysuit that was entirely see through. It showed quite clearly that after almost always fighting with her pussy neatly waxed, Emma had elected to go au naturale, and was sporting the beginnings of a quite impressive bush beneath that see through mesh. Across the ring, Azize was eyeing Emma with a thinly veiled hunger, in fact practically a lust to get started. Of course, she didn’t have to wait long for that as the bell rang and it appeared that both would start to circle in an opening period of caution. That lasted all of 5 seconds before Azize, in a low crouch, rushed at Emma, using speed and the element of surprise to corral Emma into a corner. Still in that position, The Tunisian woman slammed a shoulder into Emma’s body to drive the air from it as Azize’s hair was a flurry of colour when she moved. Emma countered immediately despite the heavy impact of the shoulder, flailing two hard blows on to the bent over Tunisian’s shoulders and back. It was clear that Emma recognised this wasn’t going to be a fight for subtle tactics and style in the opening moments. It was just going to be a fight, and she used another heavy blow to keep Azize down. Then she shrieked loudly, and anguished howl as the Tunisian Pitbull lived up to her nickname, sinking her teeth into the sensitive flesh of Emma’s inner thigh.

Immediately Emma was into that long hair sported by the African woman, looking to force her molar maul to loosen, but she was tenacious in holding on. It did just force Azize’s head back enough though to allow her to simply rake the eyes and force Azize off her, clutching at her face. The action had started out pretty much in the gutter tactically, and Emma kept the tone of the tactics pretty low as she simply used that long hair to wrench Azize down to the canvas. There were no frills about the approach of either woman here, Emma lunging for Azize with a big splash down on the canvas which landed heavily enough. The Tunisian groaned but quickly got her legs locked around Emma’s right thigh to stop her from fully mounting her. Both went for the other’s hair, each electing for a one handed grip, but their respective intents were different. Emma used her grip to wrench Azize’s head to the side, twisting her neck painfully. In return, the Tunisian woman used her grip to try and force Emma’s breasts into range of her teeth, which were bared and ready for action. That forced Emma to react, subduing Azize for now with a slap to the face, but the early action suggested that she wasn’t a woman that would be easily subdued for long.

Emma set about getting her right leg free from Azize’s leg prison, the African wildcat maintaining her vice like scissors as Emma slapped and pulled at her thighs. In keeping with the early going though, Azize wasn’t kept subdued for long and she hooked a punch into Emma’s ribs that stiffened her for a moment. Forced that bit more upright, she was in position for Azize to slash those sharp nails across Emma’s mesh covered belly now, forcing Emma to shriek as the evidently sharp talons tested the strength of her mesh bodysuit. For now, they left a pull and not a tear there before Emma again momentarily subdues Azize with a heavy forearm smash to the chest. Once again she tried to free herself from the tight scissors locked around her thigh, slapping and scratching at Azize’s legs to little avail. Then she groaned as Azize sent a right hand into her side as she released the hair hold for a moment. Quickly the Tunisian woman had those nails back in play too, a cruel claw hold applied on Emma’s stomach that made her howl in pain as she realised the mesh to be scant defence against the sharp talons. Azize grabbed back on to Emma’s auburn hair, once again trying to pull her into range of those teeth. Emma cried out loudly again as she resisted, hammering a slap into the face of the African woman, and then she had both hands beneath Azize’s crop top, grabbing her breasts.

This wasn’t a subtle attack from Emma either, with two handfuls of breast cruelly twisted, making Azize squeal in pain as she felt Emma’s nails as well now. Even in it’s early stages, this was a fight with an intensity to it. It was obvious that Azize was a tough woman too, able to keep fighting as Emma tried to tear up her breasts, and she slammed another punch into Emma’s ribs. There was a quick grab for Emma’s flowing auburn hair now, an attempt to pull her down on top of Azize, but both hands on the Tunisian’s breasts enabled her to brace herself and ride that attempt out. Once again Azize cut in to her body with a hard right hand before another nail driven claw of the body was applied and Emma moaned loudly in pain. Still trapped by Azize’s legs which were tightly locked, Emma was getting punished just as much as she was dishing it out. She put a stop to that though quickly now, simply delivering a forearm smash to the mouth. With Azize subdued at last, Emma worked away on her legs, finally getting free of that scissor hold as she raked her nails viciously up and down the Tunisian woman’s thigh. Immediately she sprang forward to sit high on Azize’s breasts, perhaps looking for a face sit, only to find her arms crossed on her chest hastily, forming another barrier to completing the move. In truth with an opponent as keen to bite as Azize was, it was potentially no bad thing for Emma and after warming her face with a couple of slaps, she took a handful of that long brown hair and started to force the Tunisian woman up.

Immediately Emma moaned as sharp nails were lashed across her belly by Azize as she rose, extending that pull in the thin mesh as they scraped the skin beneath as well. Emma was able to subdue her though quickly with a sharp knee lift to the body, driving the air from Azize’s lungs dragging her to the corner to drive her face first into the top turnbuckle. Azize sagged to her knees from that concussive impact; Emma smiled and then pushed her face to the middle turnbuckle pretty much as forcefully by using a foot to the back of the head. Now Azize was slumped, chest on the turnbuckle, trying to recover as Emma dropped to her own knees and clubbed a couple of good punches across her lower back to add to the punishment. The hair was used again, Azize quickly brought to her feet and then thrown out to centre ring with a hair held throw. Azize landed in a seated position, and Emma quickly settled in behind her, wrenching her head roughly by the hair as she posted her knee in Azize’s back to make sure she was suffering plenty of pain.

Indeed, the Tunisian woman wailed in pain, but no submission as she found her head roughly ragged around by Emma who was enjoying having her almost waist length hair to work with. She enjoyed it considerably less so when Azize started to flail her elbows back, catching her in the chest twice with the second blow knocking her to her back on the mat for a moment. Azize rolled away, making sure to kick her feet out as she did, catching Emma in the leg before the rolled to her feet. She was quick too, catching Emma just still rising and she showed some skills in planting a foot in Emma’s belly and monkey flipping her with a handful of the front of that mesh suit. Predictably the suit didn’t fare all that well, and neither did Emma as she wheeled through the air, landing hard with her breasts largely exposed due to a large tear in her suit. That was a heavy landing for Emma who was treated to another hard landing straight away, that of Azize landing on top of her, arms and legs spread out, in a crushing splash. Emma groaned, most definitely winded by the flying Tunisian who used a handful of auburn hair to pull her into the tightest of side headlocks down on the mat. She had Emma partly smothered with her nose and mouth tucked tightly in against her breasts for now, still tearing at the hair as she ground away on the hold. Emma moaned loudly in pain as she lost the first little clump of auburn hair to this fierce hair puller, Azize taking great delight in throwing that hair across the mat like confetti.

Emma moaned loudly again as the Tunisian woman started to wrench harshly at her hair again. In truth though, as was often the case the catfighting, the hair attack may have been immediately painful, but it was the potential smother that was the bigger issue, slowly draining Emma’s reserves. She was experienced enough to realise that though, and ignoring the hair pulling, she quickly got a hand beneath Azize’s butt and used that to roll her to her back. There may have been no pins in catfighting, but that didn’t matter; as Azize’s legs spread a little, involuntarily, Emma pussy whipped her twice. Freed from the headlock, Emma forced her way apart from Azize, both using a flurry of kicks on the mat to help them gain that separation. Both were to their feet quickly despite the way their feet had buried into each other’s body moments earlier, knowing that to rise slowly could cause a problem for them if their foe struck quickly. There was no circling now this was a fight in full flow between two women both out to hurt the other. Hair was grabbed and fists balled up and hammered into bodies by both women before Azize took advantage of that torn suit, getting her fingers inside the rip and her nails into the sensitive breast flesh it so barely protected.

Emma howled with pain before quickly cutting off Azize with a thunderous knee lift to the body. As the Tunisian woman doubled up, she scratched her back harshly with her nails, bringing forth an anguished shriek from the brown haired wildcat. Emma went back to the knee lift pretty much straight away then, hoping to drive more of the air and the fight out of Azize. While the African fighter might have been very much from the school of street fighting, she didn’t lack for any cunning. As Emma swung her knee up, Azize trapped her leg and wasted not one second in practically lifting Emma up like that to run her back to the turnbuckles hard. She let Emma’s leg down almost immediately but followed up with a withering knee lift to the pussy that saw her sag there, leaning back, against the turnbuckles. Emma was cornered against a dangerous fighter, who quickly grabbed the front of her suit, ripping it open further as she pulled her on to a short headbutt to the face. That was the perfect move to leave Emma stunned and set up for Azize’s planned follow up as she cupped both of Emma’s breasts and simply sunk her teeth into her right breast, making her scream out in pain.

Emma’s head was thrown back as she roared with pain for the moment, but focus was back in her eyes too as the pain cleared her fuzzy head quickly. While she was in pain, the opportunity also presented itself to spring a smother trap. She wrapped her hands tightly in Azize’s long hair, gripping her close to the scalp. Azize didn’t defend it, expecting Emma to try and pull her head away from her breasts, smiling inwardly as she knew to do so would just allow her to inflict even more pain as her teeth gripped into the sensitive flesh. She didn’t expect the reverse to happen though as Emma used that tight grip to press her face deep into those soft breasts. It was a highly effective smother, applied so suddenly and tightly there in the corner, and Emma delivered a knee lift of her own now to the body. She welcomed the momentary relief as Azize gasped, body sagging against her as she felt the blow and fought for breath before retaking the bite on Emma who again shrieked in pain. It was the ultimate battle of wills now, each fighter knowing that the fight would end here in the corner in this clinch, but who could force the other to give?

Azize punched to the body and tried for a standing crotch claw, wanting to put her nails to good use once more. Emma cut her off with knees to the body, the Tunisian woman just taking that little while longer after each blow to reapply her bite, giving Emma the clear indication she was starting to get to her. Despite that though, her own face betrayed the pain she was feeling too; the crowd was universally on it’s feet too, roaring with this intense display of fierce female fighting. They knew, as did both fighters, that the fight was coming to its end one way or another. Azize slugged away to the body once more, swinging like a prize fighter at the end of the final round of a tough fight, wide, hurtful punches as she flailed away. Emma grunted and groaned as her body took those hard shots, then she shot back with two knees to the body as she felt the power and fury starting to fade from Azize’s flurry. Then, the tell tale sign that she’d got through to the Tunisian fighter, that the combination of smother and hard knees to the body had taken it’s toll; Azize didn’t reapply the bite. Her hands fell to her sides too, no longer swinging wildly to hurt Emma. Suddenly the fight that had been in the balance only a few seconds earlier was over, Azize smothered out by Emma’s breasts in her face, and the referee stepped in to stop things. Emma was through the first round of the tournament, but hardly unscathed as her breasts showed the teeth marks from Azize’s concerted molar mauling late on in the fight. She earned the applause of the crowd by helping to set a woozy Azize against the turnbuckle with the aid of the referee, before returning to the corner and leaving the ring with the job done.

So we would move on to the semi finals of the tournament in a few weeks time. That would be held on home turf as it were at the Smythe Mansion, and would see Sara taking on the powerful Russian Alina Lebedeva, while Emma would meet an old nemesis in Priya Patel. And I had no doubt that Priya would be eyeing the work Azize had done on Emma’s breasts and would be wondering if she might just take advantage of that in the tournament semi final!