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By Wolfboy

The time of reckoning between Emma and Toni is near, but does the Texan have one last trick up her sleeve?

Any issues the Southern Belles organisation had with Toni running roughshod over their rankings and number one contenders process had been eased somewhat by her beating Jemma, and opening a door to a match just about everyone wanted to see. She would take on Emma in a grudge catfight guaranteed to be dynamite even without the added stipulations. Toni had been very eager to define those stipulations; to get them down into some form of contract, so that there would be a signing of that contract. Her requirement was simple; if Emma won the fight then she would be the Southern Belles champion. If it went the other way, and Toni won, then for the remaining length of her title reign, Emma would not be able to fight in public, anywhere, in the world.

Finally, the champion had declared that this contract signing would be a public confirmation that Emma accepted the rules, as well as her outlining the rules for the fight itself. Emma had shrugged when told about it all. ‘If it makes the bitch feel important, then lets do it. She going to get what’s coming to her soon enough!’

The contract signing would be held at the venue of the fight in the Southern Belle’s main arena, which had been converted in to just what Toni wanted for the match. A perspex fight cube at the centre of the arena, surrounding the mats, with an open top but walls that were ten feet high. Toni saw it as the perfect place to isolate Emma and work her over while in return, Emma saw that it would keep Paislee and Annabelle away from the action too. Neither then was unhappy at the setup. The contract signing was due to take place at the arena, just 48 hours before the fight would take place, and we travelled there with Emma in a confident mood, sure that this was her chance to finally finish off Toni as a force in the world of catfighting. The arena was largely deserted for the contract signing though, This wasn’t an event as such, it was more that it was purely functional. A necessity for getting everything agreed to allow the two women then to just fight when the time came. Of course there was one official there from the Southern Belles organisation, Toni, Paislee and Annabelle too, waiting for us in the main arena where the signing would take place, inside that perspex cube.

Toni, along with her entourage, was already waiting inside the cube for us, along with the senior referee for the Southern Belles who was in charge of the whole event. Casually dressed in jeans and a top, the champion immediately took aim verbally at Emma, sniping ‘Oh….you came! I wasn’t sure you had the bottle your daughter did to actually step up to me!’

‘Fuck you Toni….your time is up. I’ll fucking destroy you’ Emma shot back, the tension in that room rising already, even though the fight was still two days away yet.

‘Mmmmm…..yes. Bold words you ginger cunt. But empty ones. You know I’m better than you in every single way. I should have fucked your little girl when I beat her, not just fucked her up. I hear she quite likes that kind of thing anyway’ Toni smirked, clearly enjoying being cast in the role of key agitator again.

‘I’ll fight you for free, right now, no title, unless you shut your fucking mouth bitch. I could care less about your title. You’re a fraud. I’m going to finish you once and for all’ Emma said, just making as it to move around the small table inside the perspex cube to get after Toni.

‘Ladies…..LADIES!!’ the referee shouted now, desperate to restore some order and stop things from running away from her here. ‘I know you both hate each other. On Saturday night I will let the pair of you tear each other apart for all I care. But not today. Today you will act like ladies, not wildcats, while we get this contract signed!’ she said, laying down the law.

‘Sorry ref….bitch was trying to goad me!’ Toni quickly answered, bringing a flush to Emma’s cheeks. It earned the Texan a look that said it all though from the ref; one that finally seemed to bring the champion into line for now as she shut for the time being.

‘First of all, I want to be sure you both understand and agree the rules’ she began. ‘It will be just the two of you inside this cube with a minimum twenty minute time limit. In that time limit, if you submit, you should be released from the hold, but the fight continues without break. The first one of you to submit after that twenty minute limit will lose the fight. There are two things that will signify that the twenty minute time limit has been reached; an alarm will sound , and blue lights will be illuminated at the base of the cube’ she said, pressing a button in her hand to demonstrate it. ‘We think that gives the best chance of you both knowing just how long has gone in the fight. There are no holds barred, no breaks, no referee, and no upper time limit. It only ends when one of you submits the entire fight. At the request of the champion’ she said, Toni smiling as she heard herself referred to that way, ‘it will be fought topless from the start. I think that’s it for rules ladies. Are there any questions?’ she asked.

‘Other than why that flat chested cunt wants to fight topless from the start? No, not really’ Emma shot, taking another verbal swipe at Toni.

‘I’ll remind you of that when I’m ripping your fat tits up bitch’ Toni replied, a look in her eye that suggested she was already thinking of that exact eventuality.

‘LADIES!’ the referee shouted again, anxious to not lose control of the situation still. ‘The only other thing to discuss is stipulations. Then you can sign on the dotted line, and you won’t have to set eyes on each other again until you’re fighting. The stipulations are simple. If Toni loses, she will lose the Southern Belles ladies catfighting championship to Emma. If Emma loses, she will not be allowed to fight publicly anywhere until Toni loses the Southern Belles championship. Publicly is defined as either outside her own home, or in front of more than two spectators. Do you both agree to that?’ she asked now.

‘Don’t worry bitch, I’m doing you a favour. Nobody will want to watch you fight anyway when I’m done with you!’ Toni spat at Emma now. It was enough for Emma to grab the pen, sign the contract there on the table in front of her, and thrust the pen straight into Toni’s hand. It was of course, exactly what the Texan fighter had wanted, no pause for any second thought from Emma, no reflection on what she might lose. A decision driven by anger alone, if in truth there had ever been a decision to be made by her at all. Toni wasted no time either, signing the document quickly and handing the pen to the referee. It was about that time that Toni’s latest plan of action would start to unfold…

Emma was quick to move, following the referee out of the perspex cube to the wider area of the main arena floor. As she did so, Annabelle grabbed the little table and shoved it out of the door behind Toni, who had followed Emma. That had left me a little cut off with both Toni and Annabelle between me and the door. ‘What the fuck?! YOU!’ I heard Emma cry in surprise from just outside the cube as the sound of a slap landing on a cheek rang out. Over Toni’s shoulder, past Emma, I got the faintest glimpse of a dark haired figure, powerful but short, and I instantly realised that it was Claire who had struck Emma. Of all the times and places the jet haired jezabel would choose to attack, this one was very clearly not a coincidence. That would also represent the last coherent thought that I’d have for a little while as well. As Toni went low to knock Emma to the ground with a chop block to the back of the knee, Annabelle nimbly shifted out of the way of the onrushing Paislee, making sure that she wasn’t sandwiched between the perspex wall and me, as Paislee barrelled into me from behind. In the collision between a 215lb woman, a solid perspex wall, and me, there was only one loser, and it definitely wasn’t either of the first two things on that list. I slumped to the ground, on to the wrestling mats, and heard, rather than saw, the door to the perspex cube closing. The final sound I heard, just before Paislee crashed across my back in a heavy splash was the sound of the door locking, a clear signal that I was going to be in for a long afternoon.

‘Steve! Steve! Come on….get up. You’ve got to get up!’ I heard a voice a few moments later as I realised now not only had Paislee splashed me to drive the wind from my body, she’d then slipped an arm across my throat in a very effective sleeper hold that even if she’d not used it to put me totally out, had definitely dimmed my senses. The situation in the cube that I came around to was very different to how it had looked only moments earlier. Gone was the little table, shoved to the outside by Annabelle. Gone was Toni and….Claire. Had I imagined that I thought to myself? If not, then what the hell was she doing here?

‘Steve! Get up!’ I heard Emma’s voice again, unable to place quite where she was while my head still spun with the after effects of the sleeper hold. Where was she? I turned my head a little to the left, and then there she was, her brilliant auburn hair the clearest thing in my vision right now. She was tied to her seat, sat in the front row, shrouded partly in darkness as I realised that the show lights were on in the cube now. At her side sat Toni, leaving a one seat distance wisely, chatting to Emma like she was her closest friend in the world while my wife fumed at her inability to do anything. Behind her sat Claire, grinning from ear to ear as she held a fistful of Emma’s hair, making sure she couldn’t turn her head away from the cube. And if Emma, Toni and Claire were on the outside, then that left two unaccounted for in Paislee and Annabelle. They didn’t remain unaccounted for for very long.

‘Come on princess…..time to wake up from your slumber’ I heard a voice chime cheerfully in my ear. No mistaking the sweet Texan drawl of Annabelle who continued. ‘You’ve got a match….let’s get you ready!’ she told me. I wasn’t ready, that was for sure, not even at the point she grabbed my balls through my jeans and added a bit more steel to her voice, telling me ‘I SAID GET UP!’ as she tried to lever me to my feet. She may have been 105lbs wringing wet, but Annabelle had a strong enough grip to make me follow what she wanted without too much questioning or resistance. ‘He’s OK!’ the little blonde informed the room in general as I tottered a little on my feet, definitely far from OK. ‘We have a match!’ she cried out with glee as my fuzzy mind still struggled to catch up. Finally I took note of the little blonde a little more, and noted she was no longer dressed the same as she had been for the contract signing moments before. Gone was her little red dress and high heels, replaced with the skimpiest of black and white striped bikinis, evidently prepared to referee this impromptu match. And if she was the referee, and I was in the match, that could only mean that it was Paislee who was my opponent.

‘Ref! Ref! He’s wearing far too much….it’s not fair!’ I heard from behind Annabelle now; not difficult to spot the naked form of the Amazonian Paislee behind our diminutive referee. There was no question in Annabelle’s mind that the match should be nude wrestling, and I was still fully dressed. ‘Take it all off princess, come on!’ she informed me, and when I looked like I might just ignore that for a moment, she was straight in, attacking my belt with great enthusiasm as if she wanted to start stripping me herself. Annabelle was easy enough for me to shrug off, but even as I eased her to one side, Paislee’s right hand arced over her shoulder and crashed into my jaw to rock me back against the Perspex wall once more. ‘YOU CAN’T TOUCH THE REFEREE LIKE THAT!’ Annabelle moaned loudly, but Paislee was on the attack now, evidently no longer concerned about my attire as she sent a front kick straight into my stomach to fold me up a little against the wall. ‘AHHH, FUCK IT….FIGHT! KICK HIS FUCKING ASS PAISLEE!’ Annabelle decreed as the big blonde carried on attacking, leaning in to deliver a knee lift to my chest to straighten me back up. No sooner was I straightened up, then Paislee whipped a right hand into my body to double me up again. Finally, a hand in my hair jerked me back upright again so that she could send the back of my head into the solid perspex wall. As I slid down the wall, back in a bit of a daze, it was pretty clear this hadn’t been the most auspicious of starts to a fight ever made.

In my daze, I felt Paislee managing what Annabelle had started by pulling my jeans off before she got me back up and I got my first sense of the problem facing me. Paislee was my height, outweighed me by a good 20 lbs and above all else, she was a nasty and vindictive fighter. She waist-locked me, lifted me, and smiled with great enjoyment as my balls landed on her outstretched leg as she used an atomic drop on me. I was frozen in place on her leg, eyes practically spinning as I tried to compute the pain she’d brought to me. Paislee just laughed, then delivered a double handed thrust to my chest to push me off to the mat.

‘Fight her Steve!’ Emma shouted from the outside of the cube, earning a slap to the cheek from Claire who still tightly held her hair in her other fist.

‘Fuck him up Paislee!’ Toni encouraged her associate from the outside, not that the blonde really needed any encouragement from her. She was in a fight and had a target….me!’

A stomp landed in the pit of my stomach, sitting me up just a little involuntarily with the reflex. Another kick landed almost straight away, this one raked across my chest to knock me flat to the mat. Immediately, Paislee was back to stripping me, landing with a heavy splash across my body before she started to pull at my shirt to drag it over my head. At the same time, referee Annabelle showed her neutrality by helping Paislee as she removed my underwear, and I found myself as naked as my imposing blonde opponent. Paislee was intent to keep herself on top too, going to my hair, knowing that a hand there was going to make sure that I followed in the direction she wanted me to. I stalled though as I got my knees, wrapping my arms around her thick upper thighs. The blonde gestured at what she saw as a weakness, hugging her like that to slow up any attack. But it was a chance to strike back at her and give her some pause for thought with a headbutt to the body that suddenly made her gasp , just a little winded, but more surprised.

Even the briefest of respite was something, giving me a chance to try and get back to my feet, to face Paislee on even terms as she just shook off the effect of the headbutt. There was a smile on her face, I guess it was just more fun for her when her prey showed a little bit of fight….

‘Come on then you bitch….let’s fucking fight’ she goaded me, starting to feint as if she might close in for the lock up.

I prepared for it, tensing and ignoring her jibe as I focussed all of my attention on Paislee, watching the blonde powerhouse intently. That was a mistake of course, because there were two women in that perspex cube with me. ‘Steve watch out!’ I heard from Emma, just a split second too late, and from behind me, the ‘referee’ Annabelle kicked me straight between the legs. My eyes betrayed my total surprise and pain at that attack as I dropped to my knees. Annabelle skipped out from behind me quickly, just as Paislee ran straight through me to flatten me to my back. Now the big blonde measured me up and down for a heavy elbow drop across the chest, crushing the air from me as she drove the point of her elbow home perfectly. I gasped, just taking in a gulp of air before a set of heavy tits were in my face, not a perfect smother applied but more the move of a woman just enjoying the dominance she felt as she pinned me there. Instinct told me to fight, and that’s what I tried in about the only way I could as I grabbed a handful of blonde hair, pulling as hard as I could.

‘Mmmmm….nice scalp massage!’ I heard Paislee laugh as she dismissed my attempts at fighting back. I pulled harder, knowing it was just about the only option I had. Now she spoke up again this time asking Annabelle ‘referee...is this bitch allowed to pull hair like that?’ as evidently she found I was getting a little more effective at it.

‘You know….you’re right’ I heard Annabelle agree cheerily. ‘BREAK THE HOLD! LET GO OF THE HAIR!’ she commanded sternly as her hand started to slap away at mine, hoping to pry them from her friend’s blonde locks. There was no way I was letting go if I could help it, knowing that to do so was pointless given that this wasn’t a match anyway. It was more a two on one mugging, something confirmed as Paislee used my hair to pull me further into the smother, while at the same time, Annabelle showed her true colours, stopping her attempts to stop my hair pull, and achieving her aim in a different way by moving around and delivering a knee drop to my crotch. In that moment, as I cried out, my hands were out of Paislee’s hair, reaching to grab my throbbing balls, and the fight part of the ‘match’ was pretty well over. Now Emma would be forced to watch on, by Claire’s tight grip of her hair, as Paislee finished me off. She would be aided by Annabelle too it seemed, the diminutive blonde declaring ‘because you cheated, it’s a handicap match now I guess!’ with a gleeful smile as she stripped off her tiny bikini with a couple of deft pulls on it’s tie strings.

Paislee shifted round now suddenly, using her thick thighs and powerful legs to trap me in a reverse ‘69’ head scissors while she wrapped her arms around my body to squeeze me tight. I was pretty helpless by this stage, and it was Annabelle who made sure I stayed that way. As Paislee punished, it was the little blonde who brought pleasure to the mix unexpectedly. She grabbed my legs, spreading them before her foot started to sensually and quite expertly massage my still throbbing cock and balls. Now this was a combination that I have little in the way of answer for even as I heard Emma earn herself a slap from Claire as she implored me to ‘fight those bitches Steve!’. I was pretty much done in more ways that one, before I started to hear more sounds of commotion inside the arena, outside the perspex cube. Hear, but I couldn’t see what was going on just now as Paislee maintained her tight scissors while shifting furhter back to cover my face with her very ample ass.

At the same time, more or less, Annabelle straddled me, starting to ride my now hard cock, whining airily ‘Ooooohhhhh Steve…..you’re so fucking horny…...ooohhhhh!’ no doubt to make sure she stayed right in Emma’s head as she rolled her hips and started to fuck me right there in front of her. Now Paislee shrieked ‘OOOOHHHHH STEVE! What are you doing with you’re tongue? OHHHHHH! So fucking good…..don’t stop!’ she howled. And then finally I heard the sounds of the door open and raised voices demanding ‘STOP THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW! GET OFF OF HIM!’

The senior referee had finally returned with backup and the ability to override the locking mechanism for the door. Reluctant, Paislee slowly got off me, though she stood blocking them from getting Annabelle off me at least until she’d rolled her hips a few more times, enough to have me shoot my load inside her. Then she leaned forward and kissed my cheek lightly as she whispered ‘so good….I’ll never forget you!’ before she also got off me. There was the briefest bit of jockeying for position as Paislee and Annabelle looked to get past the Southern Belles officials. Outside the perspex cube, Claire and Toni got their shots in on Emma too, just enough to make sure that she was subdued sufficiently for the four to make their escape unscathed, led by Toni.

Finally as half of the officials practically ran Toni’s group out of the building, and the other officials checked on me and Emma, it was over. Emma got to her feet quickly and came into the perspex cube now, a look of fury on her face as she checked on me briefly, then asked ‘WHAT THE FUCK STEVE? WHAT WERE YOU DOING TO THAT FAT BITCH WITH YOUR TONGUE? AND THAT LITTLE FUCKING SLUT? JUST LETTING HER RIDE YOU LIKE THAT!!?’

‘Wait...what? I didn’t exactly have any choice, and I didn’t do anything to that bitch Paislee!’ I replied, more than a little confused, then it became clear to me. ‘Oh….I see. They were saying that was what I was doing, right?’ I asked her.

‘YOU’RE DAMN FUCKING RIGHT THEY WERE STEVE!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!’ Emma sobbed, almost hysterically.

‘Well, you know, I had a fat 215lb bitch sat on my face with her thighs wrapped around my head. It was a bit heard to hear...but I imagine everything that they did is trying to fuck with your mind by fucking me Em. They’re trying to play you. You can’t let them’ I told her.

‘OOOOOHHHHH!’ she wailed, the realisation suddenly there in her mind. ‘But…...OHHHHHH! Those dirty fucking cunts. I’ll kill them all!’ she told me, starting to help me up from the mat.

At least that resolve was there in her mind again. But I knew all of Toni’s antics for months on end were all designed to unsettle Emma and this was just the latest thing in that long line. To beat her on Saturday night, Emma would need to put all of that behind her and fight Toni with her head, and not with the sheer fury that burned in her heart right now!