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Shocked              

By Wolfboy

Emma agrees to fight an unknown opponent and gets a bit of a surprise.

It was fair to say that Emma’s next match came about through slightly unusual circumstances. Despite the way it came about, it did prove to be a great catfight though.

Emma phoned me one afternoon to say that she was going to be fighting the following evening, and was I free to be her second for the evening. Of course, I wasn’t about to say no, and the more I heard about the match, the more interested I became.

‘I was in the car park at the supermarket, and this car reversed into me while I was reversing as well’ Emma explained ‘ Not really anyone’s fault I thought, and no real damage done, but the woman I hit made me an interesting offer. She challenged me to a rules fight at her house tomorrow evening; loser pays for the damage to both cars. She was an older woman, and didn’t look in the best of shape if I’m honest, so I figured why not? It’ll be a good warm up for my next match at least if nothing else. So that’s it Steve’ she continued ‘the fight’s tomorrow evening at her house. I’ll pick you up and drive over if you want?’

‘Sure’ I agreed ‘Sounds interesting. Don’t underestimate her though; she wouldn’t have made the challenge if she didn’t think she had some chance of backing it up would she? What are the rules for the fight Emma? I asked.

‘We’re fighting in rounds which are ended by a submission. First two rounds, there’s no stripping. After that, stripping is allowed, and you can’t win until your opponent is naked and submits again. Anything goes apart from that I think; we’re confirming the rules on the night though before we start’ Emma said.

‘Fair enough’ I agreed ‘Well I’ll be there anyway, and I know you can handle yourself in a fight, so I’m sure you’ll be fine however good she is’

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Emma had told me that her opponent’s name was Abbie Clarke-Jackson, and on a hunch, I thought it was worth doing a bit of research to see if I could find out anything about her. It took me an hour or so of digging around, but I found and Abbie Clarke who had been a British Apartment wrestling champion in the 1990s. Perhaps Emma wasn’t going to find this all so easy after all. Still, I would tell Emma what I had learnt, and least she would be prepared; the question was how much did Abbie know about Emma?

On the journey over, I told Emma what I knew, and we arrived at Abbie’s place to be let in by her husband who seemed to be eagerly looking forward to the contest at hand. Abbie was waiting in a large and currently sparsely furnished lounge for us. Dressed as she was in jeans and a sweatshirt, there was little clue as to her fighting fitness, but we would find out soon enough I thought.

‘Hi Emma’ Abbie said greeting her ‘I’m glad you came. My husband loves to watch me catfight, so it would have been a real shame if you’d decided not to show up’

‘Oh don’t worry Abbie’ Emma smiled ‘We love a good catfight as well, so I was always pretty keen. Steve and I wouldn’t have missed this either. Shall we run through the rules......for everyone’s benefit?’ Emma asked

‘Might as well’ Abbie agreed ‘Well, first of all, there’s no referee. If one of us submits, it ends a round and you should break the hold. Breaks between rounds are one minute from the time the winner sits in her chair. We fight in here’ Abbie said indicating an area with some thin mats spread on the lounge floor ‘as we agreed the first two falls will be fought without and stripping. After that, you can’t win until your opponent is naked and then submits again. The rules are anything goes – and I do mean anything. Are you OK with that Emma? Abbie asked.

‘All sounds fine to me’ Emma shrugged ‘When shall we get started?’

‘Give you fifteen minutes to change and get ready? Abbie asked ‘You can change through next door if you like, I’ll change in here and call you through when I’m ready.’

So, Emma and I headed through to the kitchen so that she could prepare for the match. Emma stripped naked, and then put on her chosen fight outfit – a black opaque teddy with a mesh front and black opaque hold-up stockings. She looked stunning, even if she didn’t exactly look like she was here to fight dressed like that. Emma tied her hair up into a ponytail, and was ready to go by the time that Abbie called us through to the lounge again. As we went through, Abbie was waiting on the mats for Emma wearing red booty shorts teamed with a red cami-top adorned with a skull and crossbones motif. Stripped down to her underwear now, it was clear to me that Abbie was in far better shape than Emma had expected.

‘OK’ Abbie said to Emma ‘I’m 5 feet 8 inches tall, 182 lbs and 42DD-26-38, and I have to warn you, I fight dirty bitch!’

‘Fair enough’ Emma agreed ‘I’m 5 feet 10 inches tall, 175 lbs and 40E-29-39, and trust me, you have no idea what dirty is!’

‘Hmmm, feisty little slut aren’t you?’ Abbie thought out loud ‘Well, do you have any questions? OK, then let’s fight’

The two women circled each other on the matted area, hands outstretched looking for a chance to strike. The matted area was surrounded by an area of carpet; walls were on two sides, while sofas lined the other two sides of the arena. Abbie feinted with some slaps at Emma’s upper body while Emma took her time looking for the chance to attack which she did, getting her hands into Abbie’s hair and starting to rag her head around a little. Abbie punched Emma hard in the stomach though, followed by a knee lift to the same area, and as Emma’s grip on her hair loosened, Abbie snap mared her to the mat, where with Emma seated, she drove a knee to her back.

Emma had little time to recover before Abbie was on her again, using Emma’s ponytail to pull her upright before delivering a second snap mare throw. This time, she followed with a kick across Emma’s lower back, and as Emma sprawled to the mat, Abbie was quick to grab both of her legs looking to set her up early in the fight for a boston crab. Emma resisted well, grabbing Abbie’s ankles to stop her from getting the move on at first, but the older woman was a step ahead of Emma. As she feinted with a crotch stomp, Emma moved her hands to block that, and found herself flipped expertly on to her stomach in Abbie’s well applied crab hold. Only a couple of minutes in and already was under pressure as the silver haired fighter sat down increasing the pressure (and Emma’s groans of pain).

I was still surprised though to see Emma signal her submission so early in the match, but as she explained to me in the brief break between falls ‘I didn’t expect her to be quite so good so I was a bit taken aback. She had it on well too. No problem though, I’ll up my game now and see where that gets me’

With that, Emma was back on the mat to face Abbie for the second fall, and after a brief exchange of slaps to the face, Emma got a good grip of Abbie’s greying hair and quickly drove a knee up into her chest. Abbie grunted, but stayed upright long enough for Emma to hit home with a second knee which sent her crashing to the mat. As Abbie got to all fours, Emma straddled her back, locked her ankles, and with a handful of hair, she rolled to the side taking Abbie to the mat in a powerful body scissor. Emma’s thighs went to work on the older woman’s stomach muscles, and although Abbie let out the odd grunt of pain, she was coping well with the scissor. Emma was quick to notice this, and rather than persevere with the hold, she shifted position, maintaining the scissor a little more loosely while she used Abbie’s hair to pull her face in to her breasts.

I was impressed that the older woman didn’t panic in the face of the smother, instead using her free hands to land some good body punches into Emma’s rib cage at first, but it was still clear that the smother was effective as her punching started to lack zip. Emma upped her attack, reaching back to try and apply a pussy claw but Abbie was too experienced to fall for that, crossing her legs to try and ward off the attack and instead, Emma landed some good punches to the stomach winding the older fighter. Now with the smother applied tightly, it was just a matter of time until Abbie signalled the equalising submission. Two submissions inside five minutes of fighting threatened an exciting match, though I had to wonder how long it would last at this pace.

Both women still looked confident as they started the third fall. Abbie reminded Emma ‘stripping is allowed now. Submissions until you’re naked mean a one minute break; once you’re naked, your next submission loses the match’ before the action was back underway at a more measured pace, both Abbie and Emma landing punches to the body from distance, probing the others defences. Abbie’s punching was worryingly accurate for Emma, several blows landing perfectly on her breasts, and when she struck home with a powerful punch to the pit of the stomach, Emma was stunned just long enough to be taken to the mat in a headlock by the older fighter. Abbie followed that, applying a grapevine to control Emma’s legs on the mat.

Emma’s response was to try and roll to the side and reverse the move, but Abbie held her position well, riding out Emma’s first attempts before starting to grind her knuckles hard into Emma’s crotch. I hadn’t seen the move before, but it was clearly effective, drawing some moans of pain from Emma who tried again to roll, but to no avail. As she continued to grind her knuckles, I noticed Abbie’s head dipping towards Emma’s breasts, soon drawing another shriek as her teeth nipped Emma’s breasts through the flimsy mesh front of her suit. Abbie followed up, her nails getting to work on Emma’s breasts, but Emma spotted an opening, wrapping her arms around Abbie’s head, pulling her face into her cleavage, and finally she managed to roll the older woman on to her back.

Abbie was quick though, and tied Emma up in a body scissor straight away, and as Emma tried to pull away from her, she grabbed the front of her teddy, the mesh giving way in her grip to fall away from Emma’s breasts. Worse for Emma, Abbie’s thighs continued to work away on her stomach giving her more problems until she drove an elbow into Abbie’s stomach and was able to roll free of her opponent. Moving quickly, Emma forced Abbie’s top up, exposing her breasts for the first time as well, and then both women were back to their feet. A brief period of evaluation followed for both before Emma rushed in, catching Abbie in a bear hug, lifting her from her feet. After grinding away on that hold briefly, Emma surprised Abbie, dropping her crotch first on her knee in an atomic drop, and as Abbie dropped to mat, Emma followed in with an elbow drop to the throat before removing Abbie’s red top.

Now it was Emma’s turn to dominate the action with a flurry of punches to Abbie’s stomach before cruelly kneeing the older woman in the crotch, inflaming the pain she already felt from the atomic drop. Abbie screamed out in pain, but she was a smart fighter, and she quickly grabbed Emma in a bear hug, pulling her down tight on top of her to prevent any further attacks. Emma slowly worked her was free though, delivering a slap to Abbie’s face as she did before Abbie landed a short punch to the ribs that took the wind out of Emma’s sails briefly.

Emma retaliated with a second slap to the face, but sensing that Abbie was far from beaten, she rolled clear and both women were briefly back on their feet before Emma was tripped to the floor by Abbie. The older woman attempted to follow with a leg drop which Emma was just able to roll clear of, but as she started to rise from the mat, Abbie thrust out a leg, catching Emma in the side and putting her back on the floor. The pace of the match was starting to pick up again as Emma was pulled to her feet by the hair as Abbie went for, and delivered, a hard body slam to the thin mats. Emma’s back arched from the impact, her hips rising as her back arched in pain only for Abbie to deliver a heel stomp to her stomach.

Emma gasped in pain as Abbie moved in for a face pin, the silver haired wildcat using two handfuls of hair to force Emma’s face into her crotch. Emma was in trouble, winded from the kick, and suffocated from the face sit, she quickly submitted. Abbie rose from her, pulling more of Emma’s suit apart as she did so, but with Emma still clothed, the match would continue following a quick one minute break. In truth, it was barely time for Emma to catch her breath, but an early flurry of body punches from her at least forced Abbie on the back foot as round four started.

Emma landed a good jab to Abbie’s left breast which caused her to grab at her wounded breast as Emma caught her flush with a slap to the cheek which sent her reeling to the mat. Confidently, Emma sized up her fallen foe before delivering a flying body splash, crushing the air from the older woman’s lungs. Wasting little time, Emma went to the hair, pulling Abbie to her feet before applying an abdominal stretch. It was a move I was unsure about, but it seemed that Emma’s variation was effective as it gave her free reign to maul and claw Abbie’s breasts. ‘You fucking bitch!’ Abbie snarled as Emma continued her work, digging her nails into the sensitive breast of the older fighter.

‘Give up then....’ was Emma’s reply, and I thought she was on the verge of securing a second equalising submission until Abbie drew on her experience and strength to muscle Emma to the floor in a hip throw. Emma landed hard and seemed winded, but Abbie was still troubled by Emma’s earlier attacks and took her time allowing Emma back to her feet. Once Emma was upright though, she soon found herself on the receiving end of a knee to the stomach followed by a grab of the hair before Abbie tossed her across the living room, landing on the sofa.

Emma was about halfway back to her feet as Abbie charged in with a shoulder tackle, and as she was knocked back, Abbie pinned her half on and half off the sofa. Quickly, Abbie controlled Emma’s arms and then, after running her hand down Emma’s side, she struck home with a couple of hard, short punches, well placed into Emma’s ribs. Emma yelled out in pain, while Abbie’s husband chipped in ‘Good shot honey!’ in appreciation of his wife’s efforts. Emma was less appreciative, particularly when Abbie reached back and popped open the crotch fastening of her teddy.

‘Shit!’ Emma said ‘I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that!’ Abbie’s reply was simply to hammer another couple of punches into Emma’s side before pushing her to the mat and controlling her in a reverse pin sitting on Emma’s chest. From that position, Abbie was quick to strip the remains of Emma’s teddy from her curvaceous body, and now Emma was left wearing just her stockings, both of which had slipped to just above her knees from the exertions of the match.

Abbie again switched positions to a cross pin, trapping Emma’s arms and the experienced fighter started to go to work on Emma’s breasts. A couple of slaps found their target before Abbie clawed Emma’s stomach displaying an iron grip as she tortured the young catfighter. Emma squealed from the pain of the cruel hold, but refused to give up, instead focussing her efforts on freeing a hand to go after Abbie’s hair in reply. Emma wound her hand in Abbie’s hair, pulling hard until Abbie broke her stomach claw to slap Emma straight in the face. Emma was stunned long enough to allow Abbie to free her hair, and move into a reverse face sit, trying to smother Emma. Emma swung her legs back to wrap them around Abbie, but in doing so, she had unwittingly brought about her own defeat as Abbie was easily able to remove Emma’s stockings from her position of strength on Emma’s face, and now, Emma’s next submission would see the end of the match.

Emma’s laboured breathing was clearly audible as Abbie spanked her arse three times before asking if she gave up. A muffled reply of ‘Fuck off’ came from Emma, but Abbie had total control of the younger woman now, and it was only going to be a matter of time until she forced the submission. In the end it was the addition of a crotch claw that did for Emma who shouted out her submission after finding herself defenceless against Abbie’s final attack.

Abbie rose to be congratulated by her husband on her victory while I consoled Emma who was now out of pocket to the tune of £250 for Abbie’s car and a little humiliated from the defeat. It was difficult for her to see it at the time, but this was probably a valuable lesson for Emma not to judge her opponents just based on their appearance. Still, Emma made some vague references to a rematch before we left, while Abbie admitted she’d love to fight Emma again as it had been the best fight she’d had in ages.

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