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Honeymoon
By Wolfboy
One unplanned
match leads to another on our honeymoon
‘You don’t have to do it Em’ I said as she waited a
little nervously to enter the oil filled ring that was currently the centre of
attention in a Maltese nightclub.
‘I know’ Emma agreed, looking ravishing in a tiny, mauve
string bikini ‘but it’s 500 Euros for lasting 5 minutes without getting pinned
for 5 seconds. Even in the oil, I reckon that’s easy money’
It was hard to disagree with that logic as she entered
the ‘oil pit’ to face the local champion, known simply as the Maltese Mauler. It
was a standing, open challenge at this particular club; any woman who could go
five minutes with the Mauler while avoiding a five second pin would win 500
Euros. I guessed that they rarely had to pay out, but hoped that tonight would
prove a little different.
The lights dimmed, and to some blaring Euro-pop, I could
see the Maltese Mauler making her way towards the ring due to her glow in the
dark, lime green tiger print, booty shorts and bikini combination. As she
stepped into the pit, the lights came up to reveal a well toned athletic looking
woman. She was a couple of inches shorter than Emma and maybe 20 pounds lighter
though, which I hoped might prove decisive in Emma’s favour.
The were some brief introductions made, and then, the
bout was underway with both women slipping and sliding as the baby oil made it
difficult for them to really get to grips with each other. Emma grabbed a
headlock only for the Mauler to slip out of her grasp, briefly securing a hammer
lock only for Emma to slide free. Both women briefly controlled the other, but
the oil ensured that neither had been able to secure anything resembling a pint
as time expired on the oil fight, making Emma 500 Euros richer for being the
first woman to survive against the champion during the year.
However, the Mauler wasn’t happy to leave it at that. She
wanted a shot at revenge against Emma and as both women walked away from the oil
pit, she made a challenge to Emma.
‘You can obviously fight, how about you give me another
shot at you tomorrow morning bitch?’ she asked Emma ‘No oil this time, no rules
either, first to win a submission wins it?’
‘If you’re sure you want a beating, then name the time
and place, and I’ll be there’ Emma agreed
‘OK, meet me here at 10 in the morning. There’s a room
upstairs that we can use, and it’s private so there will be no interruptions
while we settle it’
So, the rematch of the brief oil fight was on for the
following morning, and I could tell that Emma was looking forward to locking
horns with the woman known simply as the Maltese Mauler for a second time.
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The following morning, we were back at the nightclub,
waiting for the Mauler to appear which she did promptly at 10 o’clock, showing
us through the club to the upstairs room where some mats had been laid out on a
dance floor for the match.
‘Change there’ the Mauler said indicating a screen over
in one corner of the room ‘then get ready to come out fighting’
While Emma went to change in to her chosen fighting
outfit of black and red vinyl booty shorts with a matching tie front bustier, I
got a couple of minutes to chat to the club owner about the Mauler, trying to
gauge her abilities so that I could give Emma some more idea what was in store
for her in the match.
‘So’ I asked him ‘your girl do this often?’
‘Cat fighting? Yeah, she’s had something like 18 fights
and won 15 of them. She’s a sort of unofficial Maltese champion I guess. She’s
failed to win 4 times in the oil pit before last night, and she managed to get
two of them to come back here the next day. She handled both of them pretty
easily, but I get the impression that your wife knows how to handle herself in a
catfight?’ he said.
‘Yeah’ I replied ‘Emma’s like a semi-pro catfighter back
home, so there won’t be any surprises for her in terms of what a real fight is
like. Could be an interesting match though.’
The Maltese Mauler appeared first from behind a screen in
the opposite corner of the room to Emma’s, ready to get the match started. She
wore black leather hot pants and a black leather, three quarter sleeve bra top.
Her long, brunette hair was tied up in a long ponytail which almost reached the
top of her hotpants. She looked anxious to get started as she paced barefoot on
the mats. I estimated her to be about 5 feet 8 inches tall, and from last night
I knew that she weighed 155 lbs with a 36DD bust – for some reason, the club
announcer had been very keen to point that out to everyone..... Emma seemed to
have her outgunned in size and power, but we knew little of the fighting ability
of the Mauler beyond what we had seen last night. It was hot too, even though it
was just after 10 in the morning, temperatures were well over 30 centigrade
outside and it was little cooler inside the room.
Emma walked calmly around her screen and on to the mats
looking as stunning as ever, and the Maltese Mauler spoke to her quickly just to
make sure she had a full grasp of the rules.
‘So, you’re sure you know what you’re getting into bitch?
The Mauler asked. ‘Anything goes – biting, punching, kicking, I mean anything.
No time limit, first one to submit loses. Any questions?’
‘Don’t worry’ Emma told her ‘I know what a catfight is,
question is bitch, do you?’ and with that, she stepped forward, stunning the
Mauler with a slap to the face and the fight was underway.
The Mauler was unfazed by Emma’s
quick start though, and a mutual double hair pull had ensued on the mat, Emma’s
hands tearing at the Mauler’s pony tail while the Maltese fighter had her hands
sunk into Emma’s loose hair. Both women went for knee strikes to the stomach of
their opponents with some success before Emma was able to gain the advantage.
Wrapping the Mauler’s ponytail around one of her hands to keep control of her
opponents head, Emma used her free hand to slap away four or five times at the
Mauler’s face.
Despite her shouts of pain, the Mauler
surprised Emma with her next move, releasing Emma’s hair and instead landing a
stomach punch. Emma hadn’t seen the move coming, but she was waiting on the
second punch, blocking it with her free hand before using the Mauler’s ponytail
to throw her to the mat.
The Maltese woman was probably the quicker fighter and
used her speed to roll clear and get back to her feet. Both women circled on the
mats then; the Mauler with fists held high in a boxer’s stance while Emma had
her hands outstretched more, looking to wrestle her opponent. Emma struck with a
straight fingered thrust into the Mauler’s chest, but the host fighter replied,
crashing a fist down on Emma’s shoulder in a clubbing motion which knocked Emma
off balance long enough for the brunette to tackle her to the mat.
Emma quickly looked to turn on to her stomach to avoid
any potential for a face sit, but the Mauler had other ideas, crossing Emma’s
legs into a figure four before sitting on Emma’s feet, she looked to grab her
arms to complete a surfboard. Emma kept her hands crossed out in front of her
making it tough for the Mauler to get hold of them, but the Mauler was happy to
take her hair as an alternative using it to put pressure on Emma’s neck as she
pulled back hard. It was a painful predicament for Emma so early in the match,
and it seemed about to be made worse as the Mauler released one hand from Emma’s
hair , slipping it between Emma’s legs to look for a crotch attack. Emma groaned
in pain from the hair pulling and the attempted crotch maul, but was quick to
take advantage of an opening to throw an elbow back, catching the Mauler off
guard and knocking her to the mat.
Emma was free from the hold, but a little slow to rise,
she found herself rising into the grasp of the Mauler who dropped her again with
a well placed elbow smash between the shoulder blades. Emma was on all fours,
catching a short kick to the rib cage before the Mauler trapped her in a side
body scissor falling to the mat with her thighs wrapped around Emma’s stomach.
‘Give up?’ the Mauler asked as she flexed her impressive
thighs to torture Emma who refused to give up, instead grabbing at the Maltese
woman’s feet to try and twist them apart. The Mauler was keen to put a stop to
that, pulling Emma’s hair with one hand while the other tried to unlace the
front of Emma’s top. It did her no good though for although she succeeded in
removing Emma’s top fairly quickly, Emma managed to prise her feet apart,
twisting one of her feet into a painful ankle lock. With the Mauler now face
down on the mat, Emma was free of her hair pulling, and was able to scissor the
leg she had the ankle lock on adding to the brunette’s pain.
‘Now you give up!’ Emma questioned, but there was no
doubt the Maltese woman would not submit yet even as Emma painfully twisted her
leg and ankle. A cry of ‘Nooo!’ confirmed that fact even before the Mauler was
able to find a target for her free leg, kicking Emma twice in the chest and
forcing her way clear of the hold. It was a little over five minutes in to the
match as the Mauler hobbled to her feet, in the heat; both fighters already had
a sheen of sweat covering their glistening bodies. Emma threw her top from the
mats, determined that it couldn’t be used as a weapon against her, and the two
women came back together amidst a flurry of hair pulling and body punches which
neither of them got the better of, before backing up again to rethink their next
moves.
Emma landed a few slaps to the Mauler’s body and thighs
as they circled each other, but the Mauler struck back, tellingly it seemed,
with a straight kick to Emma’s stomach doubling her over. Another elbow smash
across the shoulders followed, and with Emma teetering, a right hand caught her
on the jaw knocking her to the mat. A double handful of hair pulled Emma back
upright before a forearm smash to the chest floored her again, and the Mauler
moved in again for her latest submission attempt – a full nelson and body
scissor combination applied down on the mat which tested Emma’s abs. She was in
no mood to give though even when the Mauler lived up to her name, releasing the
full nelson to maul Emma’s tits expertly. Emma cried out in pain from the
concerted attack on her breasts, but without the full nelson, she was able to
catch her opponent in the face with an elbow which caused the break as the
Mauler clutched her nose in both surprise and pain.
Emma wasted no time in taking advantage now, a straight
punch into the Mauler’s crotch taking her attention away from her sore nose
pretty quickly before Emma had her pinned in a perfect grapevine. Emma’s strong
legs were able to overpower the Mauler, forcing her legs wide apart while Emma
looked to set her up for a breast smother. The Mauler knew what was coming and
was instantly on the defensive, crossing her arms above her face to block Emma
who contented herself with pushing her opponents leather top up to expose her
breasts before landing some stinging punches to the Mauler’s DDs. It had the
desired effect for Emma as the Mauler moved her arms to defend her breasts only
to find Emma taking them and pinning them to the mat above her head.
With the Mauler’s arms out of the way, Emma plunged
forward, her breasts more or less engulfing the Maltese woman’s face as Emma now
released her hands to sink her own into the Mauler’s hair. The hair pulling held
the Maulers face perfectly in place for the smothering effects of Emma’s breasts
to work their magic, and soon the Mauler’s breathing was clearly laboured as
Emma again invited her to ‘give up or go out bitch!’
The Mauler went to Emma’s hair in reply, trying a last
ditch attempt to gain freedom from Emma’s cavernous cleavage, but it was to no
avail as Emma gritted her teeth as the Mauler tore at her long hair. With the
smother still in place though, the Mauler was soon left with no other choice
than to tap the mat to admit defeat in what had been a fairly short but hard
fought catfight.
Emma was drenched in sweat as she climbed off her beaten
foe, but within the hour we were on the beach for a cooling dip in the
Mediterranean as Emma enjoyed the victory!
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