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Title vs Career

By Wolfboy

The showdown in the cube between Emma and Toni

There it is, in a nutshell, and the title sounds dramatic doesn’t it? But it was essentially what Emma faced here tonight in the main arena of the Southern Belles organisation in Georgia. Sure, Toni was putting the Southern Belles catfighting championship on the line, but very much in the culmination of a series of events that she had very carefully orchestrated. She arrived at this point in total control, exactly where she wanted to be, when she wanted to be there. On the other hand, Emma arrived here, almost corralled in to place by Toni’s plan, and finding that somehow, even though she wasn’t the champion, she might be the one with more to lose. Where Toni had a title on the line, it really felt like Emma had more on the line; she would not be allowed to fight publicly again should she lose, until the point Toni was defeated for the Southern Belles title. And there was no real sign that should she beat Emma, Toni would be tested too strongly for the Southern Belle’s title for a while. She would make sure of that by defending only when required, and even then when possible, against an opponent of her choosing.

That was the backdrop, and while Emma looked focussed on the job at hand when I had to leave her in the changing room of the arena a few minutes before bell time. I knew that she was still seething inside. She would need to bottle that fury, keep the lid on it tightly, and just use it to fuel her in the fight sparingly, or there was every chance her fire would burn out quickly in the heat of battle.

She would be first into the solitary confines of the perspex cube this evening, the structure now complete with a perspex roof as well. While the sound of he action would be heard in the arena via microphones and speakers, the two fighters in turn wouldn’t hear anything of the excitement or advice from the crowd. They would be alone, in front of over a thousand people, with only their thoughts and the harsh words of their opponent for company. Would that also be a factor in the way the match might play out I wondered, taking my seat and still feeling that little bit of pain from the devious attack of Paislee and Annabelle 48 hours before. My eyes were drawn from my front row seat to the uncompromising perspex room, and then beyond it to where Annabelle and Paislee sat, looking relaxed and ready. Behind them, a row back but leaning forward to speak to them was Claire, evidently part of the group now to an extent. There was little time to dwell on it either way, The ring announcer for the evening, the same statuesque blonde who had handled microphone duties for Jemma’s fight with Toni, took the microphone and cleared her throat, preparing to speak.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ she began, casting glances around the tightly packed arena to make sure that she had everyone’s attention. She did; even the triumvirate of bitches opposite me stopping their conversation to listen. ‘This is the ultimate challenge match, title versus career, for the Southern Belles Ladies catfighting championship. It is set for a minimum fight period of twenty minutes, during which time submissions should be honoured with the hold released, but the action to continue then unabated. After twenty minutes, the fight is won by the next woman to score a submission There is no upper time limit. There will be no breaks. There are no holds barred, and it is a topless match. When the bell rings to start the action, the soundproof cube will be locked with no referee inside. The lights around the base will turn blue and bell will sound again at the twenty minute stage. If the challenger loses, then she will not be allowed to fight in public, in an organised fight, in front of a crowd of more that two until Toni loses the Southern Belles championship. If the champion loses, she relinquishes the title to the challenger’ the announcer said. The crowd was already standing, such was their excitement for the match at hand.

Now it was time for the two fighters. Emma was introduced first at 5 feet 10 inches tall, 172lbs, 40E-28-38 and with a record of 72 wins and 24 losses first of all as she made her way towards the perspex cube. Her face was fixed in a determined scowl as she received the warm reception of the arena crowd, wearing just her pair of electric blue lace booty shorts with a small satin insert on each hip. She wore nothing else, knowing that anything more than the bare minimum carried into the cub would simply become a weapon for either woman to use. Her hair long and loosely curled, glinting in the bright lights of the arena, she entered the perspex room, and walked to the far side, away from the door, waiting there impatiently for her opponent.

Of course there was a little bit of a wait now, Toni taking her chance to just delay for the moment, sure that Emma smouldering angrily for a moment or two longer as she waited did her no harm in the long term. Then the champion was introduced as she strolled her way to the cube to fight. She held her title belt up above her head as the announcer called off her stats at 5 feet 5 inches, 151lbs, 36C-30-38 with a record of 39 wins and 9 losses. At 49 years old, she was 4 years older than Emma; did those extra years matter or not, and if so, in what way?

What mattered to Emma was that right now, Toni hadn’t entered the perspex fight room just yet. She circled it slowly, her white lace thong with just the finest degree of red and blue piping at the waist, just visible beneath her white satin ring jacket that was worn open. She was topless, at least would be when the ring jacket came off. But first, following a full tour of the outside of the cube, she made a beeline for Annabelle, Paislee and Claire. After kissing each of them on the cheek, she handed her title belt to Paislee for safe keeping, slowly took off her jacket and handed that to Annabelle. Then she turned, looked surprised to see Emma waiting for her there in the perspex room, and moved slowly to enter the door of the cube. ‘Ladies, this fight will start when the door locks and the bell rings to signify it’ the announcer suggested.

She was almost right, but with both now in the relatively small space, now Toni’s slow caution and Emma’s patience were both gone. ‘Bitch!’ Emma hissed. ‘Cunt!’ Toni fired back, both sunk a hand into the other’s hair, and then the punches started, each hacking away with fists to bare flesh. It was an expectedly fierce opening exchange between two women whose dislike of each other was pretty well documented. That it ended quite quickly as an opening exchange was perhaps the most surprising. It favoured Emma though perhaps with her extra power, and Toni tried to cut her off with an eye rake. Emma shrieked, but she’d closed her eyes to render the move largely ineffective. Then she used a hard shove to Toni’s chest to send the Texan back towards the wall of the cube. That gap that opened up gave both women a bit of open space, each to lash kicks at the other, bot kicked towards the inner thigh, Emma’s height advantage giving her that extra advantage as her kick snaked in that little bit higher on the thigh, closer to the crotch. Toni was shifted to the back foot, the tight enough confines of the room not affording the brunette too much space to trade for time though as the bolt finally clicked into place on the door and the bell now rang. The fight had started, but now the match was officially underway, and Toni continued to slink away from Emma just for now.

There was a smile on her face in the early going though. For Emma this was about revenge; about needing to win. Toni had little to lose in one sense in contrast, and she was relishing the opportunity she’d manufactured for herself over a long period of time.

‘Come on bitch….fight!’ Emma demanded, looking to close in just as Toni continued to show she was fleet footed enough to stay out of range.

‘You’ll have to catch me first you fat cunt’ Toni mocked, knowing that she wanted to goad Emma into an early mistake she might be able to capitalise on. So far, Emma stalked her patiently enough though, but there were mere seconds gone, and it was doubtful she’d remain that way. Indeed, she lunged for the brunette’s locks now, only to find a slap snapping into her face as Toni whipped her hair out of range. Emma stopped, just for a spilt second, smiled as she touched her own cheek, and set her sights on Toni again who continued backing up, showing an unusual degree of caution.

‘Fucking pussy’ Emma shot in her direction. There was a tinge of disappointment in her voice that she was still having to chase Toni down. Or maybe it was at the way she’d got herself caught by Toni with that slap. It was hard to tell as the pattern continued with Toni retreating and staying oddly tight lipped for now. The nature of the fight; no rules and no referee, had led to the early caution it seemed, but it would surely only take one spark, one moment of close combat to ignite a total brawl. For now, patience still continued, Toni tested Emma with a slap to the face, Emma returning first with a heavy right jab to flatten Toni’s breasts. The Texan allowed a light grunt of recognition from that but steeled herself for a follow up to try and counter it, only to find nothing came. Emma just held that centre position in the cube for now, and called on her ‘fight me you fucking pussy!’

‘Don’t tempt me you scared bitch!’ Toni scoffed, but her tactic remained unchanged just for now; she would not look to force the pace, banking on Emma’s impatience bringing her into range of her attacks.

The patient approach continued though, and it was suddenly quite clear that fighting at distance like this favoured Emma as the taller woman as she started to find her range. Toni was forced to eat a couple of slaps to the face, delivered with evil intent by Emma who was warming to her task now. Toni looked to backpedal, couldn’t stay out of range and took a slap to deliver one of her own, which Emma just shrugged off, walking the tough Texan down in the silence inside the cube. Silence, other than the occasional sound of hand meeting flesh as slaps landed, and the sound of the two women’s breathing . Finally, Emma had Toni walked back into a corner of the perspex room for the first time with nowhere to go. The Texan had no choice other than to sink into Emma's hair with both hands, to try and wrench her head back painfully in defence. Emma groaned, the strain of her scalp sudden and intense, but she responded with a hand in Toni’s hair, and perhaps more importantly, a hard right hand to the ribs. As Toni sagged from that shot, leaning back in the corner, Emma used a cruel nipple twist purely for distraction; no sooner had the pain from it registered than Toni found the back of her head banged into the perspex by Emma who finally took control of the drawn out opening.

Toni looked a little dazed, even before she was rocked by a big European style uppercut, losing her grip on Emma’s hair in the process. That helped Emma as her next move was to use Toni’s hair to throw her to the centre of the mats by the hair. The brunette landed but rolled, knowing that she didn’t want to be down still when Emma arrived at the centre. Instead she was part of the way up as she found herself trapped in a front headlock. That came at a cost of a fairly weak crotch grab from Toni in defence, lasting as long as it took Emma to tell her ‘no you fucking don’t!’ before lifting and body slamming her with a degree of authority. Her follow up was cautious enough though, still looking to fight with a degree of control rather than emotion, and she almost paid a heavy price. Toni blocked the kick Emma pushed out at her ribs, almost managing to snatch her ankle and trip her to the mat before Emma skipped free of it.

It gave Toni the chance to scramble to her feet, and to mock Emma a little more, telling her ‘you’re scared bitch, I can see it in you now’. Maybe she mistook Emma’s caution for fear, maybe it was a plan to goad Emma in. The latter was the more likely, but so far Emma wasn’t biting. Toni rushed in now, a calculated attack to send Emma to the mat as she rolled her over her hip and to the mat. Where Emma hadn’t followed up, the tough Texan had no such concerns, and she stomped Emma’s lower back before going straight to the hair to pull her up. ‘Going to enjoy retiring you bitch!’ she told Emma with an almost playful slap to her cheek, then she looked to roll Emma over her hip again. With the cautious opening, the best part of five minutes had passed, and Toni’s attack had lit something of a fire in Emma She grabbed two harsh handfuls of brunette hair, resisted the hip throw, and then sent a thigh into Toni’s body to slow her up for the first time. A clubbing forearm across Toni’s upper back, wobbling her legs although it didn’t send her down just yet. Once again, the Texan looked to counter with a crotch grab, this time getting the hold on a little better and bringing a flash of pain to Emma’s eyes. She remedied the situation with a rake of her nails up Toni’s bare back, drawing a shriek, and sending the champion to the mat on her butt. She was in a prime position to attack, but once again showed Emma that appearances could be deceptive. As she lashed a kick at Toni’s breasts, it may have landed and caused a groan of pain, but it was Toni who countered too, grabbing her foot and twisting it into a painful ankle lock.

‘AAAGGHHH…...FUCK!’ Emma cried out as she was torqued to the mat on a knee and trapped in the painful move as Toni wrenched her foot to give her another sharp jolt of pain. Her hands went to her head, then one hovered above the mat, looking ready to submit to the hold.

‘Go on bitch, submit. Get used to it!’ Toni taunted. Emma’s hand still looked ready to tap before she realised it was likely Toni wouldn’t release her given the lack of a referee inside the cube. She dropped flat to her belly, looking like she was in increased trouble at Toni twisted her foot again. Then Emma kicked out backwards, catching Toni in the body with a glancing blow, but it was enough to force the Texan to roll away. Both women got back to their feet, Emma only just, and favouring her right foot now as she was reeled straight into a front headlock by the Texan. Both hands clasped tightly, Toni rapidly converted to a guillotine choke, well enough applied to have Emma groping for a target to fight her off. A punch went into Toni’s side, a solid hard blow, the dull thud of fist on Flesh relayed clearly to the outside. Toni grimaced and it seemed to have weakened her grip on the choke; instead it had been Toni’s choice so that she could deliver a forearm smash across Emma’s back to drop her to the mat on her knees. Now Toni ramped up the choke again, using the extra leverage to add to the predicament. Again Emma gasped, hand hovering near Toni’s flank as if she might submit once more. Toni leaned back now, the definition in her arms showing the shape she was in for this fight was truly sensational. Then pain flashed across her face again as Emma didn’t tap out but instead dug her into Toni’s side with a claw hold. ‘You little cunt!’ Toni complained, her voice low and in control though before she sent a knee in between Emma’s breasts and released her choke to send her to the mat. A leg drop followed too, straight away, delivered with precision to land her thigh across Emma’s face. Once again my wife looked a little dazed, but she was just about able to get her nails into Toni’s calf as the champion tried to transition into a figure four head scissors to block her attempt.

Not a problem again for Toni; she remained half a step ahead of Emma it seemed, and denied the head scissors, she cruelly raked Emma’s eyes instead. As Emma shrieked and pulled her hands away from Toni’s leg to her face, it was a chance for Toni to complete the scissors, but she eschewed that chance, preferring to force Emma part of the way up before a knee lift flattened her breasts and sent her back to the mat. Toni picked up the pace, noting she perhaps had Emma ailing here as the bout neared the middle of the minimum time limit period. She was back into the hair, pulling Emma back up; now she went to a move of hers which had troubled Emma before, and pumped a straight knee up into her belly. ‘UNNGGHHHH!’ Emma groaned, followed by ‘fucking knees’ gasped out as Toni held her up in a clinch for a moment. ‘What of them?’ Toni smiled, knowing that straight knee to the stomach had been a nemesis to Emma in the past, then she delivered a second straight into her body to test Emma again.

‘UUNNNGHHH…..FUCK!’ Emma groaned as she took that one hard and Toni released her, letting her drop to her knees again, breathing hard. ‘Even your little bitch daughter takes them better than you!’ Toni laughed as she took a pace back, just allowing herself the room to measure Emma for a kick to the body. This time it was she who looked to have underestimated her opponent’s resilience though; Emma blocked the kick, grabbed Toni’s other leg at the same time, and pulled to send the Texan to her back. Suddenly again, the momentum looked to have shifted as Emma got back to her feet, still breathing hard from the two knees; and holding both of Toni’s ankles, she delivered a stomp to the belly.

‘OOOOFFFF!’ Toni groaned, feeling a bit of the wind crushed out of her by that one, then she raised her hands to plead with Emma for a moment. ‘No, don’t you dare you fat bitch!’ as she realised Emma’s intent to flip her over for a Boston Crab. Two things happened now in quick succession. First of all, Annabelle produced a sign from her purse which she proudly held up to show that it read ‘STEVE – LET’S FUCK AGAIN HONEY!’ followed by her phone number. In her eyeline, Emma couldn't help but see it, and she was just distracted enough when she tried to flip Toni over to allow the Texan to grab her ankles and tip her to the mat. Emma landed flat out on her belly, seething at missing the chance to punish Toni; seething too at Annabelle who now folded her sign demurely away and placed it under her seat. Emma got up first and rushed Toni as she rose with a flying barrage of fists that allowed her to rush the still rising brunette back to the perspex wall nearest to me. A slap rocked Toni’s face to the side although the wide swinging punches were largely picked up by her defences. Then Emma used an Irish Whip with some force, to send Toni across the cube to collide with the unforgiving wall. Toni looked frozen to the spot by the impact. Emma certainly thought it, looking to crush Toni then with a running avalanche splash against the wall. Toni was not there though when she arrived, dodging to the side as Emma hit chest first, and things were about to get torrid for her.

Winded, Emma was turned, took another knee from Toni to her belly, and doubled forward. The Texan champion was happy to keep her doubled forward, a hand in the hair pressing her head down as she led her a step or two off the wall. Then Toni stepped over her head to trap it between her thighs in a standing head scissors hold, her legs giving Emma’s head a squeeze. The Texan always had deceptively powerful legs, and here she was in peak condition, making Emma groan a little with her move. Then she took that groan an octave higher as she went exploring in Emma’s crotch with a well applied maul. ‘Ooooohhhhh!’ Emma moaned as she felt the Texan’s fingers testing her. ‘That’s right bitch, you like that…’ Toni berated Emma, working her fingers again. The smile on her face was the hint that she had something else planned here still, and it looked like it may be a double handed maul as her other hand headed for Emma's crotch too. Indeed, there was the briefest moment of double handed mauling, one hand over Emma’s butt, threatening to violate that too it seemed. Then the tough Texan’s smile grew brighter, her hands locked there in Emma’s crotch and she pulled to lever Emma’s feet up off the mat. There was a gasp in the crowd, wondering was Toni going to deliver a devastating piledriver here?

No sooner had the thought crossed their minds, than the Texan had delivered exactly that, falling back to deliver a short but highly effective piledriver. Everyone in the arena recognised that for just what it was as Emma rolled to her side, clutching her head, and groaning in a total daze. This was a game changing move from Toni.

She knew it too, with just under half of the minimum time limit remaining and a dazed opponent at her mercy, she would show little. She elected to do it though by dishing out ‘a wrestling lesson’. That was what she told Emma as she took advantage of the situation to remove Emma’s lace booty shorts to ensure the lesson would be delivered to a naked opponent.. Placing Emma’s booty shorts at the corner of the cube, she walked back towards her still prone challenger, adjusting her thong as she went, to ensure it rode comfortably on her hips. Then she used the hair bunched into a neat ponytail by her right hand to force Emma slowly up. ‘Come on sleeping beauty’ she laughed, before dropping to her knee and sending Emma up and over her shoulder in a flying hair mare. Three times Toni would repeat that move, and each time Emma landed with little or no control, legs slapping hard into the mat followed by her body, breasts jiggling uncontrollably each time. On the third landing, she was pulled roughly into a seated position by Toni who posted a knee in Emma’s back, grabbed both wrists, and pulled Emma’s arms out into a crucifix position. She made sure to pull back just that little bit further too, stretching Emma, presenting her big breasts to the crowd, as she allowed the pain in each shoulder now to just cut into the fog the piledriver had left her in.

‘MMMNNGHHH!’ Emma groaned, just starting to try and fight against the hold she was in.

‘That’s right Princess’ Toni mocked her, ‘this is wrestling now, and I’m going to fucking destroy you with it!’

‘NO!’ Emma complained as Toni wrenched on the arms again, adding just a fraction of a twist to make Emma’s shoulders scream at her again. Once more, Emma was forced to fight against the hold, trying to break free as her feet drummed at the mat and her head hung listlessly forward. She was in a world of trouble here as the Southern Belles champion looked confident, pouring on the pressure. Toni showed that she was a smart fighter too, as soon as she noticed that Emma’s strength was starting to just get the better of her, she switched moved. Where she had held Emma’s arms out wide, she suddenly brought them in , crossing them at Emma’s throat to choke her a little. At the same time, she took her knee out of Emma’s back and lay back with her knees raised, using the move to pull Emma down to recline painfully on the point of both knees as she worked another hold to great effect. This hadn’t been the style of fight Emma had expected at all, and she was far from ready for it, struggling ineffectively on this uncomfortable platform.

Toni had her off balance from the time the piledriver had landed, and she did so again here, suddenly moving her legs apart to allow Emma to fall between the into a scissor hold. A light slap followed as she released Emma’s arms, landing across the nose to just keep Emma’s eyes watering a little. But even this scissor hold was merely a step towards something different as Toni used the power in her legs to roll Emma to her belly on the mats now with a degree of ease that was perhaps surprising. It perhaps also spoke of the effect of Toni’s well planned assault, but now she was sat high on Emma’s back so that she could ever her arms straight up and hold them in place well as she used her legs to trap Emma face down in a lotus lock now. Emma cried out as the hold punished her arms and crimped her neck, setting the pain caused by the piledriver burning again, while Toni perched imperiously on her back. ‘Kiss them bitch!’ she demanded, using the hair to divert Emma’s face towards her feet, then cuffing her around the back of the head with two heavy slaps when she refused to comply.

‘OWWWW…..FUCK OFF!’ Emma protested, causing Toni to rip at her hair hard now, enjoying then being able to allow strands of auburn hair to fall to the mat in front of Emma’s eyes as she brushed her fingers off. Then she moved her feet inwards some more, just heightening the pain it brought to Emma as it torqued her arms and shoulders. Another slap cuffed the back of her head, another sharp rip at the hair, as Toni enjoyed her position of dominance now. Then the Texan spotted an opportunity, smiled, and as she grabbed Emma’s right hand she told her ‘going to de-claw you now bitch...that’s about all you’ve got to hurt me with anyway!’ She started to make good on her promise too, biting off three of Emma’s teal coloured finger nails, before Emma’s desperate squirming saw her able to finally dislodge her Texan tormentor for the moment. It was brief relief for Emma, who kicked her legs out on instinct, and fortune rather than design saw her able to catch Toni a glancing blow to force her further away.

Temporary respite turned back to immediate issue for Emma who rose into a knee lift to the breasts to knock her flat to the mat again. Toni stayed on top then, measuring Emma for an elbow drop that landed right in the stomach. A lower target than usual, but no doubt a very deliberate one from Toni, who went straight to Emma’s hair now to pull her back up. Emma tried to fight, with a right hand to the body this time, but she was out of sorts it seemed, and Toni brushed that blow off without any real issue. Then she used that hip throw, pitching Emma back to the mat and a heavy landing. ‘Come on bitch’ Toni taunted her now, ‘thought you were tougher than this!’ she continued, sure that her dominance had Emma close to a submission again as she used a slap around the back of her head, dripping with disdain, to punish her. ‘Not so easy as you thought when it’s woman to woman is it, cunt?’ Toni continued as she sent a kick into Emma’s body to send her rolling across the mat in some pain, as she struggled to catch her breath. Of course, that was a part of Toni’s plan I was sure. The smothering attacks would come at some point to take advantage of Emma being out of breath then. There was no way in this environment to warn here either, and Toni was back into the hair to pull her up. Emma was still fighting, or at least trying, pawing and pushing at Toni’s body, but it was resistance that was no match right now for the Texan who simply ignored it, and used a flying hair mare once more to send Emma across the cube again.

A heavy landing in a broadly seated position was followed up on by Toni with a flying low drop kick to the back to add to the pain that Emma was feeling. Then she was back into the hair again, forcing Emma up so that just as we entered the last five minutes of the minimum time limit, she was able to introduce Emma’s womanhood to her knee in a pussy pounding atomic drop. Emma was a woman frozen in time, and pain, for the briefest moment there on Toni’s knee. Then the Texan delivered a shove to send her reeling back the handful of paces to the wall. Toni came in, feinting quickly with a slap to the face, that Emma moved her hands a little ponderously to defend while a knee caught her straight to the belly. Toni’s almost trademark strike of choice had landed heavily, once again, to make sure that Emma was struggling to find her breath as she was monkey flipped away from the wall to another heavy landing while all the time, Toni grew in confidence that she was going to make good on her ‘wrestling lesson’ threat. And in truth, the occasional heavy blow aside, that was just what she was up to, dominating the action with the skills she had honed across a career in catfights and wrestling. She went back to the hair of course as Emma stayed down, struggling for breath, and she forced her to climb her way slowly to her feet. This time, there was no push off from Emma, just a hand on Toni’s body, almost looking to steady herself. Toni allowed it for a moment, a look of amusement playing across her face as she looked out to the crowd, then she lifted Emma for a cruel across the knee back breaker, dropping her across an outstretched thigh before letting Emma fall to the mat.

Emma writhed, pain etched on her face as Toni continued to dominate the action increasingly, a look of confidence from her that grew by the moment. The Texan plunged in with an elbow drop, this time across Emma’s breasts, flattening the right breast with the point of her right elbow. Emma tried to squirm out now from under her rival, but it was an attempt ridden well by Toni as she floated her body over Emma’s, switching her position with some aplomb to see off that brief effort. Her last movement brought her on top of Emma, pretty well positioned in a reverse schoolgirl pin. This was a position of dominance again for Toni who delivered a heavy slap to Emma’s right breast now, almost as if she were punishing her for the attempt to escape. At the same time though, her feet and legs were moving, right foot just levering Emma’s head forward, then the calf sliding that way, just keeping Emma's face lifted slightly, presented for a smothering reverse face sit. A face sit which Toni took by shifting back just slightly while she took a claw hold too, low on Emma’s stomach, which would have been low on the waistband of her booty shorts, had the Texan not already relieved her of them.

Suddenly, as Emma struggled against the two holds, her moans of distress not clear beneath the well applied smother, this was a fight on a knife edge. Time was running down, Emma was trapped, and showed little sign of being able to escape the hold as her bridge was hastily dropped by the punishing fingers of the Southern Belles champion. Toni reached backwards now, using her free hand in the auburn hair of Emma, just making sure that the smother was on her perfectly. She sat back a little more, reducing the wriggle room Emma had to get out of the hold or even turn her head slightly to alleviate the heavy face sit. The claw was still on, Toni moving her focus more to the upper abdomen for now, but her fingers still punishing in their intent, making Emma’s stomach muscles scream at her in pain. And time ticked down, marching methodically towards the twenty minute mark where submissions would count to end the fight. Emma was in trouble, Toni knew it, she hammered a fist down into Emma’s stomach now, winding her before she applied the claw hold again. There was a gasp of anguish from Emma as those invasively effective fingers dropped her attempt to bridge once more, and she remained pinned and in deep trouble. Were those sobs mixed in with the anguish, I, and a number of those in the crowd found ourselves wondering as the sound remained muffled by Toni’s ass. The champion certainly felt it a possibility, taunting ‘that’s right….cry like a fucking little bitch!’ as her dominance continued impressively.

Emma gasped again suddenly, and she found the tank coming up dangerously close to empty in this predicament now. Her feet drummed at the mats inside that cube, desperation in her every movement, her fingers scrabbling at Toni’s body. Her options remained limited now, and suddenly it was clear to her; she had to submit, hands beating frantically at the mats in surrender. There was no referee in the cube, there was no guarantee that Toni would acknowledge the submission, and she might just choose to ride Emma’s face until the time limit was up, and then accept the submission, or a knock out. Such was the champions confidence, she took the path unexpected, and honoured Emma’s submission, getting off her with a derisory slap across Emma’s breasts to show the disdain she felt for her as an opponent right now. The impressive thing in this instance so far was that the Texan brunette was handling business with her wrestling skills alone for the most part. And now, she strolled around the perspex room, almost circling Emma who slowly sucked in the air and tried to her herself back in the game. While she did that, Toni looked out at the crowd gathered there in the Southern Belles arena, most of who were shocked how this had been playing out so far. Emma’s fury, expected and there in the opening, had almost been totally extinguished by Toni’s skill. Now it had just been the thing stopping Emma from submitting sooner to a woman who had been dominating her, and that suited Toni just fine.

The tough Texan waited patiently for Emma to rise. She stayed a safe distance off her too, not wanting to risk being caught out with a lunging attack by Emma. She may not have liked Emma, but Toni was sensibly wary of her despite the beating she’d take to date. Finally, another factor entered the equation of the bout; the time limit had run to the twenty minute minimum now, signified by the ringing of the bell and the illumination of the blue lights at the base of the cube. The fight entered it’s final act now, the score to this point irrelevant. The next woman to submit would lose the fight now.

Toni showed no real urgency as Emma slowly struggled to all fours, content to stay at range, but close enough to worry Emma who rose slowly and unsteadily. Still she launched herself straight into an attack then on the Texan brunette, fists flying, driven by the last vestiges of anger and fire in her as Toni parried and swayed, blocked and ducked, staying away from any damaging blows. Then she cut Emma off, decisively, with yet another knee strike into her belly. It was that straight knee strike to the body that Toni had used to such effect in her matches with Emma before now, snatching her breath away as the air rushed through the surprised O shape her mouth formed. A slap from Toni now, heard clearly around the room as it landed on Emma’s cheek to send her wheeling away. With her back to the predatory Texan, she was something of a sitting duck for attack, which came in the form of a push to the back to send her chest first to the perspex wall. Now, it seemed, the Texan would attack with fists, moving in with the clenched, perhaps looking to send some hurtful shots into the lower back. Instead, she was met by a swinging elbow to the chest from Emma, knocking her back a step. Toni came back in Emma swung again with the elbow, and caught her once more. The crowd stirred; was this a comeback just starting to form improbably from Emma? She swung again as Toni approached her, but third time wasn’t the charm for Emma. Toni ducked, grabbed her around the waist and used Emma’s momentum to lift and then drop her to the mat. Once again, Emma’s fight was quickly extinguished then by Toni with wrestling, this time a rudimentary suplex getting the job done.

Emma, dropped heavily on to the mat on her back, groaned loudly on feeling the air expelled from her body by the impact. It wasn’t all that she felt at that point either, there was the unmistakable feeling of the fight running away from her too. Toni clearly felt it, confidently measuring her for a heavy elbow drop across the breasts. She landed that and moved on to the attack again, quickly but with a degree of caution, making sure that Emma was well controlled as she moved her to her belly down on the mats. Now Toni allowed herself a moment of indulgence to simply beat on Emma instead of just going with her wrestling moves. A stomp to the lower back put the hurt on Emma before a nasty soccer kick to the side really ramped that hurt up a level or two, drawing a guttural groan of pain from her. Toni looked down at her, eyed the position, and used the hair to drag Emma a little closer to the perspex wall. Satisfied now, Toni stepped on the back of both of Emma’s thighs, carefully tucking Emma’s feet behind her calves. It was the set up to the tough Texan’s Romero Hold, and Emma knew as much, trying to keep her arms out of her reach. Of course, Toni knew that would happen and she was ready for it, she leaned forward and placed her left hand between Emme’s shoulder blades to steady herself before whipping cruel right hands into the body. Emma resisted the temptation to defend, each punch raising a groan as it thudded dully into her body. Then her resolve was slowly chipped away by each punch that landed until she let out an exasperated cry and tried to defend herself. Toni captured one arm with speed then, and move on seamlessly to hammer Emma’s side again with the aim of snaring the other arm.. This time the situation played out that bit quicker, and with a howl of anguish, both of Emma’s arms were trapped; Toni had the set up for her hold.

Still, the crowd looked on a little uncertain, wondering if the Texan could find the power this deep in to thh fight to muscle 172lbs of Emma up in the hold. As was often the case though, power was not as important in the grand scheme of things as speed and technique. Toni moved with an explosive efficiency now, rocking back and getting the momentum to complete the move as Emma howled once more at finding herself hoisted into the punishing hold that would put an unbearable strain on her lower back.

Toni knew it; she invited ‘submit you weak bitch! Say goodbye to your fucking career!’

Emma knew it, even as she defiantly sobbed ‘Noooo, never…..FUCK YOU!’ in response to Toni’s demands.

Only now was power really a factor at all for the first time. Speed and the explosive movement it brought had helped Toni to get Emma up. Now she had to hold her there as her legs just quivered for the first time beneath Emma’s weight. ‘Submit you worthless cunt!’ she demanded now.

‘Aagghhhh…..NO! FUCK OFF…...BITCH!’ Emma countered boldly now, trying maybe to convince herself that she was still in the fight here. Then Toni took her right back out of that mindset straight away. All it took was one more explosive movement, this one a straightening of her legs to expel Emma from the Romero Hold, and now the Texan’s very deliberate positioning of Emma paid her it’s dividend. She expelled Emma from the hold well enough, and it was straight into a chest and face first collision with the perspex wall of the cube. Devastating enough, and Toni had predicted the way things would play out perfectly. Emma fell back after hitting the wall. Toni raised her knees to meet her and it was effectively a backbreaker of sorts to punish Emma again.

Toni made on attempt to capture Emma in that stressed position across her knees now, happy for her to roll off them to the mat and writhe in pain. The Texan was confident. She was the champion for a reason, and in her mind she was superior to every single woman that she faced. Like it or not, as she rose from the mat with the fine sheen of sweat from the fight making her toned body glisten beneath the lights, she was backing it up here.

Almost casually, she walked part of the way around Emma on the mat now, then delivered a snap leg drop across the shoulders of Emma as she lay face down on the mat. It drew a groan from Emma, one of pained desperation at the Texan smoothly transitioned to pin her arm up her back, using her leg to hold the back hammer in place. Then she fish-hooked the side of Emma’s mouth, using that to pull Emma’s face from the mat. This was barely a hold applied for submission. It was one purely to show her dominance and to humiliate Emma who groaned loudly ‘mmmnngghhh….’ then managed a distorted sounding ‘fucking cunt!’ in protest at the attack. Toni just laughed at her, sure she was now merely toying with Emma at this stage. She took Emma’s hair again now, releasing the fish hook, and gripping tight to her scalp, pushed her face to the mat before using the hand on her head to support her own weight as she got back to her feet.

In trouble, it was almost as if Emma could find no way to muster any fight now. She was drained, perhaps by the whole experience and emotion of the weekend, and three of the main protagonists of it all, Annabelle, Paislee and Claire looked on from the front rows of seats, delight writ large on their faces. Inside the sealed perspex cube, Toni berated Emma. Physically with a slap around the back of the head and another cruel kick, verbally too as she mocked Emma ‘come on cunt….I thought you would be at least a bit of a challenge!’ Then she went to the hair, a double handful of auburn hair as she tried to slowly force Emma to her knees in front of her. Emma moved like a woman in pain, which in fairness, she was, until she came to rest on her knees, both hands on Toni’s thighs to steady herself. The tough Texan smiled, took a hand out of Emma’s hair and gestured to the crowd as she mocked ‘look at this weak bitch….kneeling in defeat before a real woman!’. She slapped Emma’s face hard, a sound that rang out through the arena via the sensitive microphones inside the cube. Then those microphones also picked up the sound of Toni letting out a high pitched whine of her own in pain as Emma’s nails dug into her right on the waistband of her white thong. It was a last show of defiance from an almost beaten woman perhaps, but Toni moaned loudly in real pain, her eyes betraying that for the moment she was worried. Then she reared her foot back, ignoring her own pain, and kicked Emma hard, right in the pit of the stomach. A cruel blow, Emma gagged, pitched forward to find her legs trapped between Toni’s thighs quickly in a standing head scissors.

Immediately the Texan’s hands were in the crotch of her auburn haired challenger. Was she going to the piledriver for a second time? It certainly looked that way as her hands locked again in Emma’s crotch, the grip able to force her up in a half standing position. ‘Please….’ Emma sobbed, fearing the move before the moment that Toni’s hands moved in a different direction and the Texan got her fingers into Emma’s pussy and her ass, making her knees quiver in surprise.. ‘That’s right slut’ Toni mocked her now, ‘you’d better beg me. You’re nothing more than a fat fucking whore!’

‘Please…..’ Emma whined again, her voice taking on a slightly different tone now as the fingers of the Texan started to quickly take their effect on her.

‘Fucking whore’ Toni spat, a high level of disdain in her voice now. She had no intent of bringing Emma to orgasm, not wanting to give her any degree of pleasure. She did know that it would merely serve to heighten the effect of what she intended to deliver next. Fearing a repeat of the piledriver still, Emma dropped back to her knees, and it was the trigger for Toni to switch her tactic. As Emma dropped, Toni jumped and slammed her feet back to the mat, knowing that Emma’s head, still tightly trapped between her legs, would feel the dizzying impact of them landing. It worked as planned, and as Toni released her from the scissors, Emma rolled to her back, staring blankly up at the lights through the clear roof of the cube. Toni could have probably sat on Emma’s face right there, and smothered her to defeat. But she had two things in mind still; she wanted to punish Emma for one, but she also wanted everyone in the arena to hear Emma admit defeat to her too; that was really the ultimate punishment for her.

Lazily Toni peeled Emma from the mat with both hands deep in her auburn hair, confident she would meet no resistance now before waist-locking her to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop. Emma howled as she felt that agonising impact but she was frozen in place there in front of Toni. The Texan was ready for that too, quickly continuing the attack to scoop Emma up and drop her across her leg in a backbreaker. Targeting the area that she’d cruelly kicked and stomped earlier was a perfect move from Toni and Emma went to the mat hurt once more as she was pushed off Toni’s leg, and Toni followed her down and simply straddled her. She rode her forearm in Emma’s face now as she grabbed her hair close to the scalp and started to simply slap her in the face. Not a flurry delivered with speed and power, these were well targeted but almost disdainful slaps delivered at half power, taunting Emma as she delivered them. ‘Come on bitch…...fight back…...pussy…..thought you were going to kill me…..fucking slut’ Toni mocked, each blow delivered accompanied by the taunts. Emma bucked and writhed, she kicked and tried to roll, but she simply couldn’t find the energy or the power to dislodge the now dominant Texan. In response from Toni a heavier slap to the face, then a cruel nipple grab, twisting harshly, bringing a flash of pain to Emma’s face, half hidden beneath Toni’s forearm. Then a flurry of heavy slaps delivered with power and venom, targeting the breast at first then moving to the face when Emma tried desperately to defend there.

‘Stop!’ a sudden sob from Emma, a plea for mercy perhaps from Toni.

‘Cry baby cunt!’ Toni shot back. ‘Submit the fight bitch!’ she demanded.

‘Noooooo’ Emma moaned, her defiance weak and quickly turned to a cry of pain as Toni got off her and buried a stomp deep in to her belly. Emma gagged, Toni stomped again, this time on her right breast, forcing Emma to roll up into a foetal position, and the fight was almost at it’s end. Emma had nothing left other than sheer defiance, and even that was waning’ all that remained was for Toni to finish her off. ‘What is it that you like to do bitch?’ she asked, ‘is it this?’ she continued, grabbing Emma’s legs and spreading them to get her flat on her back, and immediately delivered a knee drop to the crotch. A page from Emma’s own playbook, used to punish her now, and even as the pained groan left her lips, Toni was back in her hair to pull her up to her feet. This was time for Toni to push home her superiority in this fight. She circled behind Emma quickly and jumped up on to her back, knowing that Emma’s energy was depleted, her strength had faded, and she clamped a sleeper hold on to her as her strong legs gripped tightly around Emma’s body. There was a brief moment where Emma teetered on her feet, where there was the briefest thought of if she could find the energy to drive Toni back into the perspex wall. Then she dropped to her knee and it was clear that it was the arm, tight across her throat that was winning this battle, no matter how desperately Emma tried to defend with her chin tucked in tight. She couldn’t get herself defended properly, and as the choking sleeper slowly took it’s control, Toni slowly but surely wrenched Emma to her back between her thighs. She locked her ankles, drawing her heels back hard into Emma’s crotch, the sharp jolt of pain from that just giving Emma a momentary burst of energy. That was easily ridden out by Toni who just made sure to secure hold with a grip of the hair as she started to talk, fairly quietly, to Emma.

‘You’re done for bitch’ she started, knowing she had her rival in dire straits here. ‘Give up…..oh that’s right, cry bitch…..fucking worthless slut’ she taunted, feeling those tears from Emma running on to her arms. ‘Aiiieeeee’ Emma rasped as she felt the hold inexorably taking more and more of a hold on her. ‘Get off….meeee’ she moaned, voice barely audible as she did so.

‘Save your breath bitch’ Toni mocked, ‘just say you give up….admit you’re a weak whore, just like your little bitch girl’ she sniped, knowing that the personal insult would just drive that little more effort from Emma and force her to fight some more.

‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Emma rasped, the desperation there in her barely audible voice.

‘Submit…..you’re finished’ Toni told her, then she added ominously ‘I’ll choke you out bitch…..Say it!’

The tears were flowing freely from Emma now, her breath coming in sobs when it came at all now. She was fading, having fought against the sleeper for all she was worth, but it was on tight and she had no respite apparent. As if to prove it, Toni wrenched her head left and right, using that grip of the hair to aid her, tightening the sleeper more and more with each movement. In that instant, in a sob of anguish, Emma’s resistance, her very spirit was broken. ‘Pease…..I submit!’ she wheezed desperately.

‘The match? Submit the match cunt!’ Toni demanded.

‘Yes…….the match!’ Emma just about managed to force out, such was the tight nature of the hold. Toni released her with the fight won, and her aim achieved, but as Emma sobbed on the mats, the look in Toni’s eyes suggested that she wasn’t quite done, not just yet. As the referees started to unlock the door, Toni whipped off her own thong, pulled Emma to her back again by the hair and sat heavily on her face, arms raised in victory. Emma’s feet drummed listlessly at the mat beneath this extra curricular punishment as the now naked champion ground her ass and pussy on her face. ‘Worthless slut...you’re never getting another shot at me!’ Toni laughed now, ‘I’m the alpha bitch!’

Finally, the beating was over as the referees entered the cube and practically had to lift Toni off Emma such was her intent to punish Emma for as long as she possibly could. And while Emma lay there on the mat, quietly sobbing, Paislee casually sauntered to the door to hand Toni the title belt so that she could strike a pose with her foot planted between Emma’s breasts with the title bely raised in the air. ‘Don’t forget it!’ Toni spat at Emma, unable to resist one last cheap shot with a stomp to the belly, grinding her heel in for a moment, before she left the cube to a polite but fairly mixed reception from the Southern Belles crowd. There was no question for them that their champion had put together an impressive and dominant performance, but there were plenty that didn’t care for her style. Toni could care less for them though, casting a glance back at Emma still lying in the cube in pain, knowing she’d taken a key rival totally off the board now!