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Garden Party    

By Wolfboy

An outdoor challenge match sees Emma continue her comeback

Emma’s comeback fight had proven successful in the end as she had shaken off some early ring rust to comprehensively beat Irish fighter Roshine O’Hara. Despite that win though, I wasn’t anxious to rush Emma into matches with much tougher women just yet; it was clear to me that she would benefit from at least one more match with slightly better, tougher opposition. We had considered a couple of opponents for the fight, and then, a challenge made directly to Emma provided us with the perfect opponent.

I had received an email challenging Emma to a garden catfight which read –

‘Steve

I know you manage your wife Emma, and I want to challenge her to fight me next.

If you agree to the match it will be fought outdoors in my garden and it will be the best of 3 submissions. The only moves banned in my rules are strikes to the head; slapping is acceptable though. We will fight in summer dresses and thongs and there will be no time limit.

Don’t worry about privacy. I live on the edge of a small village in Suffolk and my house is pretty isolated so no one will see us fighting.

Let me know if Emma accepts. I suggest the weekend of 27^th May for the fight if that fits in with you.

Camille Johnson’

I’d done a little bit of research before talking to Emma, finding out that Camille was a powerful looking six footer who had begun her career with a loss, but had since reeled off seven straight victories including having inflicted the first defeat on Emma’s previous opponent Roshine. She looked like the perfect step up for Emma’s next fight, and I was pleased that Emma jumped at the opportunity to take on Camille when I told her about the challenge. That done, I fired off a response to Camille via email to accept the match, and we set about planning and preparing for the fight.

The day of the fight was a typical British early summer day; it was warm enough with the temperature touching 20 degrees, it was humid too, but as we arrived at Camille’s, it was also drizzling steadily. There was no contingency plan though, as Camille explained showing us around her small house, there simply wasn’t space for the fight to take place indoors.

‘It’s up to you guys as you’ve travelled’ Camille said ‘I’m happy to rearrange it or we could just go for it?’

‘Let’s go for it’ Emma agreed ‘It’s only a bit of rain, and once we get into it, it’ll be fine. One suggestion though, let’s do away with the mats and just fight on the lawn because I reckon the mats will get too slippery?’

Everyone had agreed to that idea including Erica the match referee who had gone to remove the mats from the lawn while both women had gone to change. I’d followed Erica out to help move the mats and found that the lawn really was a private haven – surrounded by trees and a wall on two sides, there was a tall hedge on the third side of the garden effectively guaranteeing that the only way anyone would see what was happening was from a helicopter directly overhead.

‘I guess with the mats gone, I’ll just say they can fight anywhere on the lawn’ Erica said to me’ I’ll try and keep them out of the trees and the flower beds though’ she laughed.

I agreed with her on that one, and as both women emerged from the house together they looked more like they were attending a summer garden party than they were about to catfight. Both had on halter neck summer mini dresses, white for Camille and Green for Emma. Both wore matching thongs underneath and currently wore flip flops which would be discarded when the match started. Camille cut a tall, tanned figure as she strode elegantly across the lawn, I could see that her finger and toe nails were painted in a matching white colour to her dress; her finger nails looked pretty long too.

‘Watch out for those nails Em’ I cautioned as Emma joined me on the lawn ‘looks like she might want to do some damage with those?’

‘Hmm, I noticed that’ Emma said ‘thanks for the heads up though! I can do some damage with these babies as well though’ she added, showing me her own nails painted green.

Erica called both women to join her at the centre of the lawn for the introductions. ‘OK ladies, this is a no time limit submission catfight scheduled for the best of 3 submissions. You may not punch, kick knee, elbow or head butt each other to the head, and everything else is legal. You’ve agreed to fight in summer dresses and thongs but they may be removed during the fight. There will be a two minute break between falls. It’s not raining at the moment, but let’s assume it probably will start again; I won’t stop the fight unless it is a thunder storm, agreed?’ she asked both women who nodded their agreement. ‘OK then, Emma is on my left. She is 29 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 165lbs. She measures 40E-26-37 and has a record of 17 wins and 6 defeats. Her opponent is Camille who is 27 years old, 6 feet tall and weighs 180lbs. Her measurements are 36C-25-37 and her record is 7 wins with 1 defeat. Ladies, there are no mats so I’ll ask you to keep to the lawn only and if you’re ready, fight!’

Almost on cue, the light drizzle started to fall as the two women circled each other looking for their first opening. As if by a mutual agreement, both locked on to the other’s long hair, and a hair tug-of-war ensued, both women shrieking and groaning as they pulled each other around the mats. Emma freed a hand from Camille’s hair, using it to slap at the blonde’s thighs. Pretty soon, Camille followed suit, also using a spare hand to first slap at Emma’s thighs, and then claw at her breasts through the fabric of her dress which drew a moan from Emma who then redoubled her efforts to slap Camille’s thighs scarlet until the two women broke apart briefly.

It looked like both women would go back to the mutual hair pull, but at the last second, Emma ducked to drive a fist into Camille’s stomach. It was a good surprise attack, and with Camille stunned, Emma jumped up on to her back to apply a sleeperhold.  It was a clever move early in the match, forcing Camille to carry her would tire the blonde out, and there was a chance that she could put the statuesque fighter out quickly to claim the first fall.

Camille walked around the garden looking for a way out of the hold, and she did manage to reach back and grab Emma’s hair. By now though, Emma had her ankles locked around Camille’s body, and she couldn’t be dislodged easily. Camille dropped to her knees, feeling the pressure from Emma’s early attack, and soon she was lying on the damp grass, Emma now trapping her in what looked like a good sleeper / body scissor combination.

Erica obviously thought so as she moved it to check if Camille wanted to submit. It was only a couple of minutes into the match though, and although she was in some trouble, Camille was a strong woman with no intention of giving up so soon it seemed. Already her hands had gone from Emma’s hair to probe Emma’s arms to see if she could reduce the effect of the sleeperhold. Emma flexed her thighs again, drawing another moan of pain from Camille, but now her long nails were starting to have their use, forcing Emma to break the sleeperhold as she scratched away at her arms. Emma wasn’t done either though, going back to a double handful of hair and shifting her position to a rear body scissor before rocking back to deliver a butt bounce on the lawn. Camille screamed from the impact and braced herself for a second attempt by Emma which she was able to thwart, shifting her position in mid air, and as she broke free of the scissor, she fell into almost the perfect position for a cross pin.

Emma still had her by the hair, but Camille now held the upper hand as she lay across Emma’s chest. A couple of right handed punches caught Emma in the stomach while Camille’s left hand pulled at Emma’s left hand which was still wrapped in her hair. Emma used her right hand to pull at Camille’s thong, administering a wedgie underneath her summer dress as the rain steadily continued to soak both combatants as they writhed on the wet grass. It was something of a stalemate; Emma pulling her opponents hair painfully as well as delivering a wedgie but she was still on the receiving end of some decent body punches, neither seeming capable of getting fully on top until Camille tried to go for a crotch attack only to find Emma able to scissor her arm. Now Emma went to a double handful of hair, using it as she rolled Camille under her and into a pinning position of her own.

Now, Emma had the blonde trapped in a perfect cross pin of her own, her opponents right hand scissored between her thighs, she controlled the left hand simply pinning it to the lawn. Emma went to work with half a dozen body punches drawing groans from Camille, and then she shifted position to breast smother the tall blonde, her breasts straining against the damp fabric of her dress as she planted them firmly on Camille’s face. Advantage to Emma, and it took about a minute of prolonged smothering combined with a couple of well timed body punches to earn Emma the first submission after just over six minutes.

As Emma came back to our ‘corner’ of the garden, the combination of perspiration and rain made her skin glisten. She looked fairly confident, but she was still cautious as she pointed out to me ‘She’s a strong girl Steve. I think there’s plenty of fight left in her yet, I just caught her off guard early on and that can happen to anyone I guess!’

‘It might turn into mud wrestling yet as well Em!’ I pointed out as the rain continued to fall; the lawn was already showing signs of wearing down to mud as the stains on both women’s dresses could attest to.

The second round started much the same way as the first had with a mutual two handed hair tug-of-war but this time Camille took the initiative reaching over to grab the back of Emma’s dress and she started to pull it over Emma’s head. It meant that she had to release her grip on Emma’s hair though, and Emma was able to pull clear of Camille at the cost of losing her dress. No great drama for Emma as Camille tossed her dress into the flowerbed before continuing the fight and finding herself on the receiving end of a couple of long range body punches from Emma. Camille replied with a kick to the thigh, and as both women continued to probe for openings, the match passed the ten minute mark.

It was Camille who seemed to be starting to gain the upper hand as she landed a few good straight punches to Emma’s bare breasts, forcing Emma on to the back foot before she rushed in to tackle Emma to the muddy ground. Emma landed hard, and Camille landed on top of her, quickly rattling Emma’s teeth with a couple of slaps to the face before she moved her position, looking to face pin Emma who responded with a bridge which was timed well enough to dislodge the tall blonde. Camille was quick to respond though, grabbing Emma’s long hair and pulling her to her feet before scooping her up to deliver a hard body slam on to the lawn. Emma groaned from the impact; there was little give in the surface it appeared despite its increasingly muddy appearance.

Camille clearly thought that another slam was in order as she again brought Emma to her feet by her hair, as she leant in to pick Emma up though, Emma drove an elbow down hard across Camille’s shoulders. Camille dropped to her knees, slightly stunned as Emma took the chance to remove her dress, and now both women were fighting topless in the rain. Emma threw Camille’s dress across the lawn before pulling the blonde to her feet and doing the same to her with a hair-mare throw which sent Camille sprawling across the grass.

The wet surface saw Camille slide clear of Emma though as she landed, buying her time to regain her footing as Emma tried to follow up with a punch to the stomach. Camille blocked the move, and placing her leg behind Emma’s, a simple push was enough to trip Emma to the ground. This was the opening Camille had been looking for, Emma was down, and unable to respond as Camille first stomped her in the stomach, then dropped an elbow across Emma’s heaving breasts. Emma was stunned as Camille quickly moved in to trap her in a reverse ‘69’ head scissor, the blonde’s long, powerful legs wrapped firmly around Emma’s head while she used her arms to first spread Emma’s legs before looking to apply a crotch claw.

Emma quickly managed to cross her legs to prevent the claw hold going on, but she was powerless to prevent a series of punches slamming into the pit of her stomach. Each blow drew a grunt of pain from Emma, but with Camille concentrating her efforts once again on securing a crotch claw, Emma was able to roll her so that Camille was now trapped underneath Emma, albeit with Emma still trapped between the blonde’s thighs. That didn’t last long though as Emma now probed her fingers into Camille’s crotch, loosening the scissor hold enough for Emma to pop her head free of the tanned thighs that had held it trapped so effectively.

Emma may have been back on top, but the blonde wasn’t about to give up the fight so easily, raking her nails down Emma’s exposed back and then attempting to bridge to force Emma off her. Emma was ready for the bridge though, and rode the attempt to dislodge her well before, with Camille’s hips off the ground; she removed the blonde’s thong. Camille’s response was to try and reach her legs back to wrap them around Emma, successfully as it turned out, but in doing so, she also found that Emma was able to shift her position enough to sit squarely on the blonde’s face. Now Emma had Camille folded up as she face sat her into a second and decisive match winning submission after just over 15 minutes of fighting.

Both women were muddied and wet from the rain after the battle, but it was no clear that Emma’s comeback was right on track after he second win in as many fights.

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