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Title Fight
By Wolfboy
Emma has a trial
match to gain entry to the catfight tournament with a titled opponent.
Emma’s next match was set up just a few days after the
much vaunted catfight tournament had finally been confirmed. Lord Rupert Smythe
was hosting the tournament at his country residence deep in the heart of the
Hertfordshire countryside. The premise of the tournament was to be a ten woman
invitational tournament, which fighters coming in from around the world to
compete for what would be something of an unofficial world title. After that,
Lord Smythe’s title would be defended about 3 times a year, with all of the
matches being held at his residence and being recorded for his private viewing
pleasure. I imagined that every catfighter who was aware of the tournament was
hoping for an invitation.
Emma certainly was, and she was delighted to receive an
invitation of sorts from Lady Amelia Smythe, the wife of the tournament
benefactor. ‘We have decided on nine of the ten women we’re including in the
tournament’ her email to Emma read ‘but the final place is still undecided at
the moment. I suggested you, but Rupert isn’t sure, so I decided the simple way
to decide was for me to challenge you to a match. One submission, anything goes,
and if you win, you’re in the tournament. What do you say Emma? Are you up to
the challenge?’
I think that Emma almost melted her keyboard with the
speed of her response, the general theme of which was ‘You bet I am. When and
where?’ The answer to that was one week’s time, at the country home where the
tournament would be held. The choice of venue within the house would be agreed
on by the two women on the day – apparently there were 3 possible rooms within
the house plus a couple of outdoor possibilities as well.
We travelled down the Hertfordshire the following weekend
to meet Lady Amelia, a tall black haired woman, who sounded vaguely posh. ‘Don’t
be fooled by the accent’ Lady Amelia said smiling ‘I grew up on a council
estate, and Rupert only married me after watching me fight a few times. I think
it took him that long to pluck up the courage to ask me out. So I have to try
and fit in with the country set most of the time hence the accent. Don’t worry
though, there’s nothing I like more than a good old fashioned catfight!’
‘That’s a relief’ Emma smiled ‘I have to admit, I wasn’t
sure how many fights you’d had to be honest. It should be a good match then Lady
Amelia?’
‘Should be’ she agreed ‘call me Amelia by the way. I hate
the formality of the title. Obviously call me whatever you want when we’re
fighting! Now, shall we choose our room? I think that the rain rules out as
outdoor match today wouldn’t you think?’
‘Guess so’ Emma agreed as we set off on a tour of the
house. The choices were a professional wrestling ring in a downstairs room, a
matted room upstairs or a drained swimming pool with slightly padded walls and a
matted floor in a conservatory. The pool was quite a tight arena, probably a
fifteen foot circle about five feet deep, and it was the unanimous choice of
both women; with the one submission only match, both wanted to get on with the
match and there would be no hiding place in such a small area.
‘I don’ think we’ll need a referee if it’s anything goes’
Amelia suggested ‘We should just agree to break straight away though when
there’s a submission. Rupert is not going watch us now as he’s sorting out some
of the arrangements for the tournament, but we’ll record it, and he’ll watch it
back later on to see how you get on’
‘Fair enough’ Emma agreed ‘Hope we can put on a good show
for him’
‘I’m sure we will’ Amelia said. ‘Well we might as well
get started then Emma. There are two changing rooms over there. You take the one
on the right, I’ll have the other and we’ll start in about ten minutes if you
like?’
‘OK’ Emma said disappearing into the changing room with
me in tow where she changed into her chosen outfit for the match – a white satin
bustier with a black satin thong and opaque hold up stockings. After tying her
hair up into a ponytail and few words of encouragement from me, Emma was ready
to go as we re-entered the small ‘pool room’ to join Amelia who was already
waiting at the edge of the pool, raring to get started. She had chosen an outfit
similar to Emma’s by chance, with a burgundy strapless bustier accompanied by a
burgundy thong and sheet hold up stockings, her raven coloured hair cascading
around her shoulders.
‘OK Emma’ she said ‘if you’re ready, let’s get into the
‘pool’ and get started. The tapes are rolling now, so if you could just say your
vital statistics so that Rupert gets them, then we’ll start’
‘No problem’ Emma smiled, slipping down in to the fight
area. ‘As you know, I’m Emma McArthur. I’m 5 feet 10 inches tall, 175 lbs and
40E-29-39. My record is eight wins and three losses.’
‘Thanks Emma and I am Lady Amelia Smythe. I’m 37 years
old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 177 lbs and 40D-27-39. My record is 5 wins and 1
defeat. Now, we’ve agreed to anything goes rules, and so if you’re ready, let’s
get started.’ With that, the one fall contest was underway, with Amelia landing
a stinging slap to Emma’s face sending her reeling towards the wall of the pool.
Taken aback slightly, Emma was still off balance as Amelia drove a knee lift to
her stomach before grabbing her ponytail, working it loose from Emma’s hair band
before wrapping her hands in Emma’s hair, forcing her back to the wall.
Emma groaned as Amelia bounced her head into the lightly
padded pool wall before she fell back, gracefully monkey flipping Emma to the
mat. Emma landed hard, but scrambled quickly to her feet meeting the onrushing
Amelia with a shoulder tackle to the stomach, taking her to the mat. The two
women rolled over briefly, battling for supremacy which Emma achieved, moving in
to a pinning position sitting on Amelia’s chest to deliver a slap to the face of
her own. Wasting no time, Emma reached back, planting a punch in Amelia’s
stomach, but as she moved to try for a face sit, Amelia bridged, bucking wildly
to dislodge Emma.
Both women got back to their feet, and now with a little
more caution, they began to exchange slaps, punches and the odd kick from
distance, looking for openings as they did so. ‘You bitch!’ snarled Emma as a
right hand from Amelia landed flush on her left breast, but neither woman seemed
to be gaining the upper hand for a brief time until Emma struck with an uppercut
to Amelia’s chest, forcing her impressive breasts free of her bustier. With
Amelia briefly distracted, Emma waistlocked her, and drove her back to wall of
the pool hard, winding Amelia who tried to fight back with an elbow across
Emma’s shoulders. Emma shrugged the blow off though, and her response driving a
knee into the pit of Amelia’s stomach seemed to momentarily take the fight out
of the raven haired woman, enabling Emma to follow up with a big body slam.
Emma held the upper hand now, and she pressed her
advantage home with a full body splash across her prone opponent’s stomach.
Amelia sat up slightly on the impact, only for Emma to back hand her across the
cheek, dropping her back to the mat, and then Emma got her trapped in a
grapevine, pinning Amelia’s hands above her head and drawing pained moans as she
forced her legs wide from the grapevine. Amelia worked a hand free, quickly
grabbing Emma’s thong and forcing it into a wedgie, but Emma snaked her hand
inside Amelia’s burgundy thong, looking to apply a pussy claw which drew shrieks
and renewed venom from Amelia who sunk a barrage of punches into Emma’s side,
forcing my girl to break clear and rethink her approach.
The two locked up again before Emma reeled away clutching
her cheek, the victim of a short hard slap from Amelia who was able to maintain
control, grabbing Emma’s long hair and hauling her to the ground by it. With
Emma down, Amelia landed a knee drop to her stomach, a chop across her throat
and with Emma dazed and winded, she took advantage, ripping Emma’s bustier open
to reveal her glorious breasts. Amelia punched her in both breasts before
pulling Emma to her feet by the hair and attempting to fell her with a big
clothesline which Emma saw coming and was able to dodge, catching Amelia with a
short punch to the side as she was off balance.
Amelia shrugged that one off, and as the two circled, she
took off her own bustier which had long since stopped covering her breasts,
motioning for Emma to remove what was remaining of hers. ‘Might as well’ Emma
agreed; it wasn’t like the bustier was covering all that much anyway now! As
Emma stripped off her bustier, Amelia threw hers at Emma hoping to use the
distraction to mount an attack which failed, Emma instead catching her with a
knee to the stomach as she rushed in. There was a clear ‘Ooooh’ from Amelia as
the wind was driven from her lungs, something that wasn’t lost on Emma as she
tied her opponent up in a crunching bear hug, causing Amelia to cry out in pain,
her back arched from the pain as Emma’s arms ground into her.
It wasn’t enough to gain a submission from Amelia though
who gamely hung in there before latching her fingers onto Emma’s breasts and
squeezing hard. Now Emma cried out briefly before punching hard into Amelia’s
stomach, the second punch breaking the torturous attack on her breasts, and in
the decisive move of the match, she waistlocked Amelia before delivering a pussy
pounding atomic drop across the knee. Amelia fell to the mat, clutching her
crotch with one hand while pounding the mat in pain with the other.
Emma saw that this was her chance to get the win, and
pulling Amelia to all fours, she trapped her in a front choke before falling to
the mat, delivering a very short DDT as Amelia’s forehead hit the mat. At the
same time, Emma snapped her thighs around Amelia’s mid-section, and squeezing
for all she was worth, quickly brought the intense ten minute fight to an end
with a screaming submission from Amelia.
It was a couple of minutes before the two women made
their way up out of the pool and into the changing rooms where I congratulated
Emma on her win.
‘Thanks Steve’ she replied ‘but do you think I did enough
to get in?’ she asked me.
‘You won, and you can’t really do anything more than
that’ I answered ‘Depends what they want I suppose, but I don’t think you need
to worry’
‘I hope you’re right’ Emma answered.
A little while later, with both women now showered and
recovered from the fight, Emma got the news she had hoped for from Amelia – she
would be in the tournament.
‘It was a straight trial match’ Amelia admitted ‘win and
you’re in. You won, so the rest was a given. You’re a tough little bitch’ Amelia
said laughing’ but maybe I’ll get my chance for revenge in the tournament?!’
‘I’d like to fight you again’ Emma admitted ‘If not in
the tournament, then another time, maybe a longer match too?’
‘Love to’ Amelia admitted as we were leaving. ‘We will be
in touch with the details for the tournament soon, and we’ll see you on the
opening night!’
‘I’ll be there’ Emma smiled as we left the house ‘can’t
wait!’
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