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The Indian Test

By Wolfboy

The tournament semi finals start with Emma taking on Priya

The next round of the tournament to decide an undisputed champion catfighter, the semi-finals of the tournament, would take place on home turf for Emma, with the Smythe Mansion hosting the two fights. The prospect of Emma meeting Sara for what was the biggest prize in world catfighting remained very much alive. Sara would need to tackle the imposing Russian, Alina Lebedeva, to gain her place in the final, but first of all, Emma would have to conquer an old foe to keep that possibility alive. One that had, to a good degree, had her way with Emma previously, in Bindi’s aunt, Priya Patel. As the all India champion, Priya had shown a degree of mastery in the previous round of the competition; Emma knew what she was all about, but she was a daunting opponent it was clear.

Where the fights in round one had been simple one submission affairs, the semi-finals would see a minimum time limit of twenty minutes, with only a stand up and restart break from a submission. Most submissions within that time limit would win the fight, but there was also the proviso that with it being a tournament, there had to be a winner. If the fight was level at twenty minutes, the bell would not sound, and the fight would enter a period where the next submission would win the fight. It promised an exciting and even battle, with nobody able to pick out a clear favourite for either fight on the evening, both of which would take place in the ring, but with action allowed to spill to the outside if the fighters took it there; submissions would count anywhere in the room.

Against that backdrop, I led a focussed Emma to the ring first, ready to take on Priya and fight for her place in the final. She was ready to go in all senses, mentally prepared for what lay ahead, physically in the right shape, and wearing nothing more than she was intending to fight in. She knew Priya always liked to fight topless, and would do the same here, in fact wearing the same turquoise mesh thong that she had worn in her previous match with Priya. Her finger and toe nails were painted a matching shade to her thong, and her fingernails were just a little longer than usual, perhaps hinting that she intended to put them to good use against Priya. Her mesh thong did very little to hide an increasingly impressive bush she was sporting too, looking to meet Priya head on in that department. Of course in their last meeting, Priya had won; dominated in fact as the bout ran on. Priya had promised that day that in a rematch, she would make Emma eat her pussy and cum on her face in victory. Could she make good on that promise here tonight, and deliver that humiliation publicly?

The time to find out was now, that was clear, as Priya strode confidently to the ring wearing her gold and white sari; the champion’s sari to signify that she was at the top of the game in India. She slipped through the ropes, smiled at Emma, and headed for her corner of the ring, waiting for the announcer to handle the formalities while she looked every bit as focussed as Emma. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first semi-final match in the World Catfight Championship tournament. It is a no holds barred minimum twenty minute time limit catfight with most submissions in the time limit winning. Submissions will count anywhere in this room and if the score is tied at twenty minutes, the fight will continue straight into a period of sudden death where the next submission will win the match. Now our two fighters. First of all, she is the current Smythe catfight champion, from the U.K., at 5 feet 10 inches tall, 175lbs and 40E-28-38 with a catfight record of 66 wins and 23 losses, this is Emma Baines!’ he said, Emma stepping forward to take the applause of the crowd. ‘Her opponent is the current all Indian heavyweight ladies wrestling champion, from India at 5 feet 10 inches, 181lbs, 40DD-27-40 with a catfight record of 71 wins and 16 losses, this is Priya Patel!’ Now the Indian fighter stepped forward too, removing her sari while she took the applause of the crowd. An even reception for both ladies from the crowd as expected, with everyone here to enjoy two top quality catfights rather than pick favourites.

‘I see you have your thong back Emma’ Priya said from across the ring. ‘That girl of yours is a very resourceful and clever fighter, but it will be soaked in your cum again today when I defeat you’ she said.

‘She is that’ Emma agreed, ‘and maybe you’re right Priya, but you’ll have to work for it’ Emma told her, the dynamic already interesting before the bell, with no real animosity between the two despite their previous very hard fight.

Priya was wearing the white and gold thong she had worn previously against Emma too, something she hooked her fingers into the waistband of now, suggesting to Emma ‘why don’t we lose these before the start then, so you don’t cover yours in your own juices again?’ Without waiting for a reply, she eased the garment down, her thick powerful body seeming to almost glisten beneath the strong ring lights to highlight the thick dark thatch between her legs.

‘As you wish’ Emma shrugged, doing the same to remove her thong and reveal a lighter coloured, but equally impressive bush now. ‘Good...like a real….’ Priya began before the bell rang and Emma finished her statement for her. ‘Real Indian wrestler….yeah I know. Well this hairy pussy is going to be all over your face tonight bitch, so enjoy!’ she laughed as the two started to circle, testing their range with a few lazy slaps and backhands in the opening seconds. Both had a respect for what the other was capable of it was clear as they looked for an opening here, not wanting to commit an early error. Equally though, both wanting to impose their will on the other too, so it was a patient opening that lasted as long as it took for Emma’s long auburn hair to fall into Priya’s grasp and in a flash the powerful Indian had her reeled into a side headlock. Emma resisted the first attempt to send her up and over her hip to the mat, setting her feet solidly, but Priya sent a flat handed blow into her face, held in place for it by the strong headlock, and at the second attempt, completed the move. Emma crashed down hard, Priya’s not inconsiderable 181lbs following quickly on top of her, and the fight was on in earnest with Emma in some early trouble. Priya held the headlock for now, and was riding across Emma’s chest a little, just flattening her left breast with her body as she did so. Emma clutched her around the waist at first, a bearhug of sorts applied defensively, and then she realised Priya had both of her hands tied up around her head working the headlock hard.

Her hands free to attack the body, Emma did just that with three slaps landing heavily on Priya’s side, before she took things catty straight away, taking a handful of that thick bush and pulling hard. It was hair pulling, but not in the way it was often done in an Indian wrestling fight so early on, and Priya cried out ‘dirty catfighting bitch!’ in protest at that move while she still, for now, maintained the headlock, cranking it to start to pull Emma’s face into her breasts a little. Only a partial smother, it was of no immediate concern for Emma who moaned nonetheless on feeling the power of another squeeze on the headlock. She broke off from tugging on Priya’s bush again now, instead landing another salvo of heavy slaps to the body before she grabbed on to a nipple and twisted it fiercely. ‘Bitch!’ Priya hissed, but she was not a woman to be taken aback by such tactics easily, and she pulled Emma from the mat, still in the headlock grip which she clung on to until she sent Emma up and over her hip to the mat again. This time, the headlock was released, which allowed Priya to follow up instead with a stomp to the side as Emma tried to roll clear, slowing her progress as she groaned in pain.

A tough start then as Priya roughly forced Emma to her feet to drag her towards her own corner of the ring and introduce her face first into the top turnbuckle. Emma was dazed slightly by the heavy impact, her legs betraying that fact it seemed as she clutched the top rope for a second with her right arm. An invitation then for Priya to whip round a right hand beneath that arm, into Emma’s ribs, to send her reeling down the ring ropes. Priya stopped her getting too far away via a handful of auburn hair and lashed in a short chop across Emma’s big breasts to sting her before setting her up to throw her into the opposite ropes. That lead to a solid collision of two powerhouses at the centre of the ring, almost 360lbs of combined fighting female meeting head on. Emma took slightly the worst of it perhaps, but reacted quickly to slap Priya’s face before the Indian woman had quite regained her bearings and this time it was she backed up to the ropes and chopped across the breasts. Emma didn’t send her off to the ropes though, instead using her hair to turn Priya, and hooking both arms around her head and the top rope, she pulled her down into a top rope choke. Priya’s first task of trouble in the fight then and one she gasped at, feeling Emma powerfully forcing her on to the top rope. She wasn’t a fighter prone to panic in such a situation, her hands going to Emma’s at first, trying to unlock them so that she might get free. That was to no avail, but it was little more than a distraction it quickly became evident as a quick repositioning of her feet saw Priya able to back-heel her between the legs, sending Emma crumpling to the mat in some pain it seemed.

Priya turned confidently and went the hair to force Emma up to her feet quickly and she paid the price in assuming a fighter who looked in trouble actually was. As she leaned over Emma to force her up, that reality struck her in the form of a hard right hand to the pit of the stomach that stopped her in her tracks. That was an advantage that Emma wasn’t about to turn down, and she delivered an uppercut straight to the crotch of the Indian woman straight away to add to the predicament. Still, Priya stayed in place on her feet until Emma got to hers, grabbed the brunette’s hair and used that to simply wrench her on to her back on the mat. Emma followed down, her speed allowing her to trap this Indian Amazon in a reverse face sit there on the mat, and the opening of the fight was now very clearly in her favour. Priya had been unable to turn her face quickly enough to avoid the worst of the position she now found herself in, nose and mouth very well covered by Emma’s ass and pussy. Of course, with Emma already fighting naked, Priya’s tongue quickly probed for a target, making Emma’s body shudder involuntarily as she felt it, but she held the upper hand with two fists to the stomach putting a stop to Priya’s antics for now.

‘No you don’t bitch!’ Emma cautioned her, landing another hard punch to the body to drain Priya some more before she had chance to start exploring Emma’s womanhood with her tongue again. It was a heavy face sit from Emma, legs spread a little, and the combined effect as a fourth punch landed was starting to take a toll on Priya. The punches emptied her lungs and the smothering face sit stopped her from refilling them properly; two things that would work in tandem to force a submission if the move was applied for long enough. Emma knew it, so did Priya, and that knowledge saw her swing her legs up, hoping to capture Emma’s body and force her off to the mat. Instead, Emma trapped those legs well beneath her own arms, folding Priya and the situation worsened for the Indian champion who was frustrated to find herself caught like this. Still, she struggled, trying to squirm and writhe while she probed with her tongue again, to little avail it seemed. So far, Emma was able to take those attentions, although a low groan suggested that would not stay the case for ever here. She was still in the better position here though with the heavy smother doing the damage and then, she surprised Priya, dipping her own head forward to start tongue fucking the shocked Indian wrestler. That was enough to force the submission now with Priya already in trouble and not wanting to risk an orgasm that would potentially drain her so early in the fight, the Indian woman tapped out to drop 1-0 behind. Emma broke quickly, getting well clear of Priya as she remembered a mistake of their first meeting, and Priya took in a couple of deep breaths to gather herself before she got up, looking at Emma with a wry expression on her face.

‘Emma! I didn’t know you were that kind of girl!’ she said, no real animosity about her, just a statement of fact having been taking slightly by surprise by the tongue fucking, however brief it was.

‘I’m not, but well….sometimes you have to fight fire with fire’ Emma explained as the two started to circle again.

‘Definitely not your first’ Priya contended now, adding ‘fat too good at it. We should sexfight some day!’

‘Maybe’ Emma allowed,’but today, this is a fight!’

‘If you say so...bitch!’ Priya smiled, seeing Emma’s defences just lowered slightly, allowing her to rock her with a slap to the face that sent a cascade of auburn hair flying. Priya followed in, a right hand to the body and an attempted kick to the crotch that just missed the mark before Emma shot back with a forearm smash across the breasts that gained her a degree of space. Both went back to the hair then with their left hands, before flailing away with fierce slaps to the body with their rights, each blow heavy between two hard hitting fighters. Priya broke off from that first, taking what was clearly a very effective one handed claw on Emma’s left breast, nails of her fingers dug in to the underside of the breast while her thumb pressed into the nipple. ‘Aaaaggggh…..fuck!’ Emma cried out, but countered in kind, her breast attack focussed more on the nipple, but evidently no less effective judging by Priya’s response. Now each looked into the eyes of the other, seeing the fruits of their labours reflected there as both tried to punish their opponent.

‘My tits can take this all day’ Priya proudly boasted as Emma moaned loudly in pain for a moment, the Indian woman seeming to be on the verge of forcing her into the corner of the ring with the move.

‘Are you sure?’ Emma responded, increasing her own efforts with a torturous breast twist of her own that saw Priya’s lips unable to contain a cry of pain. Suddenly it was she who was on the back foot it seemed, but she hastily cut Emma off with a knee lift to the body and Emma’s breast maul was broken while Priya rocked her back to the corner with a heavy forearm smash across her breasts. A short splash followed, Priya using her 181lb frame as a curvy battering ram against the unforgiving turnbuckles to take the wind right out of Emma who slumped there for a second, arms draped across the top ropes. That was too inviting a target for Priya to ignore, a heavy double handed slap crashing into Emma’s breasts, nails dragged just a little to make Emma shriek as she dropped to a knee there for just a second. She didn’t get to be down for long as Priya forced her to her feet by grabbing both breasts and then showed what a powerful woman she was as she used the grip to throw Emma out of the corner to the centre of the ring. That was a heavy enough landing and Emma rose a little slowly, straight into a front headlock from Priya that quickly included a crotch grab too. Emma protested, then did so louder as the Indian woman started to tug and rip at her bush, telling her ‘lets see if you like it!’

Those cries of pain suggested very much that she didn’t like it a great deal at all, but Priya moved on to the attack quickly, slipping that hand between Emma’s legs to lift and slam her. Delivered at centre ring, the slam carried the power and force to make Emma’s body bounce slightly on impact, a shock-wave running through her body even before Priya landed a thick thigh across her breasts in a heavy follow up leg drop. She stood back up from that one quickly and waited patiently for Emma to struggle up towards her feet, always shifting her position to remain in a blind-spot before delivering a flat footed kick to the side of the face to drop Emma face down again. This time she landed a splash across Emma’s back, once again a heavy, winding impact from a big, solid woman who took a moment to smack and paw Emma’s ass, drawing a cry of protest before she got back up, moving around in to that blind-spot again. Patiently she was stalking Emma it looked like, waiting to deliver another flat footed kick, only to find that this time, Emma was waiting on it. Grabbing Priya’s foot as it arced towards her face, Emma yanked hard, pulling her to the mat where keeping hold of that foot, she twisted it up into an ankle lock. The catfighter had surprised the apparent wrestler by taking up a submission wrestling move to punish her, and Priya cried out in pain as she felt her ankle torqued and twisted, straining her ligaments. She was back in trouble, face down on the mat, hands laced through her own hair as she cried out in pain once again. But Emma’s position, just sat on the mat behind Priya did her no favours as the Indian woman lashed out with her free leg twice now, kicking Emma in the breasts and forcing her to break off her hold quickly.

That saw both ladies take just a few seconds before they were ready to get back to their feet, Priya flexing her ankle a little while Emma just rubbed at her breasts for a moment as they started to circle each other again. This time, they circled for just a little longer, both seeming to re-evaluate their approach slightly as they felt the pace of the fight perhaps a little. Both knew the other to be more than capable, and at range for now, each went with slaps and kicks to keep pressure up while they considered their next move. That saw the fight past the half way point, each moment that ticked by seeming to be more in Emma’s favoured given her 1 submission lead.

It was perhaps that point that made Priya the more desperate of the two to force the pace in the fight now, and in turn it brought her on to a perfectly timed kick to the belly from Emma that doubled her up for a second in front of her. A clubbing shot across the back of the neck from Emma put Priya down on her knees, and there, the shrieking Indian woman was womanhandled in a way so few did to her as Emma roughly dragged her around the mats by a double handed hair grip. Each time she dragged Priya a couple of feet, she would stop, delivering a kick to the sides of the Indian woman. Not gentle kicks at that, the kind of kicks that reverberated through the ring accompanied by Priya’s loud moans of pain on each impact. Then Emma would drag her some more before delivering another hard kick, landing them to both sides of the Indian woman’s body. It was a situation looking increasingly good for Emma, and bleak for Priya, particularly when Emma succeeded in dragging her so that she was lying flat on the mat for a moment, just long enough to allow her to stomp her in the belly, holding her foot there, still wrenching on the hair as Priya gagged for air. Emma surely had her close to a second submission as she forced her into that seated position to drag her some more, and then she went to deliver another kick to the body, only to find Priya thrusting her head back to catch her in the crotch with a back headbutt. It was enough to force Emma off only for a moment before she came back in, only to take another lunging headbutt to the body, and from a seated position, Priya delivered an uppercut to the breast she had kicked out at while suffering in Emma’s ankle lock earlier. Now Emma was forced back, clutching her chest again for a moment, affording Priya the space to find her feet, and this time there was no pause from the Indian woman, who suspected she had Emma more hurt than she was letting on.

Priya moved on to the attack despite the pain she still felt from those harsh kicks by Emma, and the two women engaged in a furious exchange of slaps and punches now, few defended, as each landed to test the other’s resilience. It was an exchange of increasing ferocity and cattiness too with nails starting to be employed by both to scratch and sear the skin. In particular, Emma’s paler skin showed she was taking those well times slashes with the nail, but Priya’s moans of pain indicated just as clearly that Emma was finding her targets too, even if her darker skin showed the effects of them less. Then, almost as if an agreement had been reached, both latched on to a double breast claw, right hand clamped over left breast, left over right, nails dug in from the start as both resolved again to test the other this way. Each looked the other in the eyes, snarling insults and crying out in pain in equal amounts as they tried to force the other back, and suddenly it seemed like it was Priya who was the one being forced back towards a corner. Had Emma’s harsh breast mail broken the Indian woman’s resistance almost fifteen minutes into the fight? It looked that way up until the point Priya planted her feet, then kicked Emma in the stomach hard, holding her upright by that double breast mail as Emma suddenly tried desperately to catch her breath. Of course, Priya wasn’t about to allow that to happen, quickly delivering a second huge body slam of the fight to make sure that Emma stayed down and winded.

She was on the canvas for a fleeting time though, hauled to her feet by the hair, then her arm pulled out of the way as Priya sent a punishing kick up into her breasts, sending Emma crashing back to the canvas again. Once more, Priya went to the hair, this time grabbing both the hair on Emma’s head and that between her legs to pull hard, making Emma shriek in anguish before a weak right hand to the body stopped the Indian woman for just a brief moment. It was a short respite though, Priya driving a thigh into Emma’s face to put her on her back, looking a little dazed; after all, it was fair to say that Priya’s thighs were plenty solid enough to cause her problems. Then, the Indian woman was back in the hair, forcing Emma towards the ropes on her knees. There was a sense of urgency about Priya now as it looked like she was maybe going to try to even the score up on the outside of the ring. She certainly slipped through the ropes to the apron herself, but then she released Emma’s hair, leaving her on all fours in the ring, facing the ropes. Then Priya pulled the middle ring rope towards her quickly, then released it, letting it rebound back to catch Emma in the face and send her to the canvas in some pain.

Priya came back through the ropes quickly and used an elbow drop across the breasts to flatten Emma who was just starting to stir from the mat. It was evident that Priya knew the time was now if she wanted to even things up here and take the fight to that extra period of action, and she peeled Emma from the mat by her hair once move. Again she slid a hand between Emma’s legs, pausing only to pluck a handful of hair with a sharp tug to make her cry out before she lifted her. This time it wasn’t for a slam, but instead she dropped Emma stomach first on to her knee, a move perfectly designed to drive the air from her body late on in the fight. Once again, there was a pawing smack from Priya as she held Emma across her knee for a moment, almost as if she were contemplating delivering another smack, before she pushed Emma off to the mat. She quickly had Emma rolled into position between her powerful legs though now, and she crossed her ankles neatly, puling her heels back into Emma’s crotch, as she snapped on the crushing body scissors. Almost two minutes remained in the fight, and Emma was right where she least needed to be as Priya flexed her thighs, making her cry out in pain.

‘Submit Emma, you’re mine now!’ Priya confidently stated, to a flat refusal from Emma who told her ‘no!’ earning herself another crushing squeeze between those thighs. It was a desperate enough situation even before Priya remembered she had Emma’s breasts hurt as well and she started to sting both with an assortment of slaps, nail thrusts and punches, all the while still maintaining the scissor hold. The pain was evident with Emma’s loud pained moans doing nothing to disguise it, and Priya looked to have total control at a key time as she grabbed both of Emma’s nipples, twisting them, then pulling them painfully to hurt her. ‘Give up, stubborn cow!’ Priya demanded now, sure that she had the combination in place to force the submission.

‘NOOOOOOO!’ Emma positively yelled in reply, not giving up as she doubtless had one eye on the clock, figuratively at least, knowing that time was maybe just on her side. She pawed blindly for Priya’s face, yelping then as she felt the Indian woman’s teeth nipping at her fingers to stop any attack. Now Priya rubbed that handful of Emma’s bush that she still held roughly in her face to add insult to the pain that she felt. Priya went back to the breast attacks again now, each stab of the nails drawing cries of pain from Emma while those crushing thighs did all they could to stop her filling her lungs with air. It remained a desperate position, but Priya felt that desperation too in her own way, knowing she was trailing in the fight. As dominant as she was now, Emma held the advantage, and that stubborn streak in her made her difficult to submit. There was time for one last attack from the Indian woman, which opened as she raked Emma’s eyes, not releasing her from the tight scissor hold. A scissor hold that she re-established, quickly recrossing her ankles and drawing those heels back hard into Emma’s crotch, grinding them in to her to add to the pain.

Her intent quickly manifested itself then into a sleeper hold, applied with her strong arms, hoping that she could grind Emma into submission this way. Instinct came to play for Emma though, despite being disoriented by the eye rake, as she kept her chin well tucked in defensively, buying herself valuable extra seconds to thwart the Indian fighter. It was all on the line now surely in these next moments with everything depending on just how long it might take for Priya’s arms to break through Emma’s resistance and start to choke her out. Emma moaned loudly as she felt Priya’s fingers in her hair now, close to the scalp, knowing that they were there with only one intent; to wrench her head back and open her up fully for the sleeper hold. Again, defensive instinct took over as she felt Priya just starting to succeed in her aim, she grabbed the arm across her throat with both hands, puling on that with everything she had to stop the move becoming 100% effective. Still Priya worked away, just as time slowly slipped away, and she could feel the strength just ebbing from Emma’s grip.

‘Mmnnnngghh….aaghhh!’ Emma gasped now, Priya’s arm finally breaking the grip, and the sleeper hold was on tightly, surely meaning things could only go one way now here. Emma’s face was flushed red with the effort of resisting, her eyes screwed shut in defiance of the trouble she was in as her hand lifted, perhaps about to tap, only for the sound of the bell to cut through the excitement in the arena, ending the contest mere seconds before she would surely have been forced to submit!

Priya had to break the hold, though she was far from thrilled at it, knowing that she had held the equalising submission so near at hand. Still she graciously enough helped Emma to her feet and shook her hand, whispering to her ‘no time limits next time Emma….we fight to Indian wrestling rules then!’

Emma nodded in agreement, telling her ‘ I agree, if we’ve proved anything tonight, it’s just that we need to fight again!’

‘We will’ Priya said, before turning back to her corner to collect her thong and sari before leaving the ring, leaving Emma there as the victor to soak up the enthusiastic applause of the crowd. All that was left now was to know who she would be facing in the showpiece final of this tournament with a world title on the line. Would it be the impressive Russian, Alina, or would her rivalry with Sara be brought to the fore one more time, on the biggest stage?