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Christmas Comes Early 

By Wolfboy

Emma takes on California’s finest in a loser gets fucked fight

Much as we had planned to carefully pick Emma’s next few opponents to try and push her back into contention for the Smythe title, everything didn’t exactly work to plan. That was pretty much because California’s finest catfighter (her words, not mine) Mandy Young had challenged Emma to a catfight. Not just any catfight either, it would be a winner fucks the loser catfight. Mandy’s challenge had been to the point.

‘Emma,

I’m in the UK on vacation during the week before Christmas, and I challenge you to meet me in a no holds and no holes barred catfight to decide who the better woman is.

I make no secret of it; I love to fight hot women in catfights where the winner gets to fuck the loser all night long if they want to. I’ve won my fair share and lost a few as well, but I always enjoy the aftermath!

Are you woman enough to accept my Challenge?’

‘Well, when she puts it like that, I don’t really have any choice do I?’ Emma said to me.

‘Guess not’ I agreed ‘you just have to be sure that you are OK with what happens at the end though. I’ve seen your Mum in a couple of these matches; she won one and lost one, but she was OK with it going into the match, so the thought never affected her performance in either match’

‘I’m comfortable with the whole idea’ Emma said to me, turning me on more than she could possibly have imagined with those few words. ‘Are you OK with it though?’ she asked me.

I had obviously managed to blurt out some kind of agreement, because in the week before Christmas, we were anxiously awaiting the arrival in our garage ring of the blonde Californian to get this catfight started. Emma and I had done a little research on Ms Young, and had found that her 12 wins and 3 losses in private catfights only told part of the story. She had also fought pretty regularly for a couple of video companies where the end of the match usually involved the loser being on the wrong end of a strap-on. While one set of matches appeared to be largely scripted, the other company’s matches had told us plenty about her style of fighting, and also her enthusiasm for fucking beaten opponents long and hard.

Emma stood in her corner of the garage wrestling ring awaiting Mandy’s appearance. Wearing a black suspender thong and matching string bikini top, she knew she was in for quite a fight with the sexy and tough older American who now appeared from her changing area, slipping between the ropes before leaning up against the corner post. The curvaceous blonde looked confident as she leant casually against the ropes wearing just a skimpy black fringed thong and a pair of sheer black hold up stockings. Both women had agreed the rules for the contest beforehand; it was to be best of three submissions with no time limit and would be completely anything goes. I would second Emma while Mandy’s girlfriend Madison was in her corner. There was to be no referee either; with so little in the way of rules, it had hardly seemed to be necessary.

Over in her corner, I could see Mandy eyeing Emma up before she strolled over to her saying ‘I think that real women fight topless don’t they honey? Think you’d like to lose that top so that I have something to play with?’

‘Well, when you put it that way’ Emma smiled as she removed her top, draping it over the top rope of the ring. ‘I hope you’re going to play nicely with them though?’

‘Always honey!’ Mandy laughed as she went back to her corner, kissed Madison, and then turned again to face Emma. Almost as if on an unseen signal, both women moved from their corners to start the match, colliding mid-ring as 340lbs of sexy female flesh clashed, looking for the early advantage. Hands were locked in long hair as first Mandy and then Emma looked like forcing the other woman back to the ropes only for a late reversal to deny them. They separated, circling each other again before coming back together, Emma walking into a sucker punch to the stomach which stopped her progress. A knee lift to the stomach drew a grasp and dropped Emma to her knees where a hard slap to the face sent her crashing to the mat.

Mandy didn’t follow up though, biding her time and allowing Emma back to her feet; it seemed that she wanted to fight at a steady pace early on. Emma got back to her feet, and this time she traded body punches with Mandy at a longer range, both landing well before Emma dodged an attempted right hook to the jaw and responded quickly to tackle Mandy to the ground. Emma came down hard on top of the blonde Californian, knees landing in the blonde’s stomach, and Emma secured a headlock and part breast smother, lying on top of Mandy to do so. The American wasn’t one to panic though in the situation, and she responded, calmly reaching in to pull Emma’s long auburn hair painfully, which quickly reduced the impact of the breast smother.

Emma responded, pulling Mandy from the mat to deliver a body slam which she followed with an elbow across the American’s breasts. Emma went back into the hair, pulling Mandy back to her feet before looking to deliver a second body slam, but this time Mandy was ready, blocking the attempt before an elbow smash across the back of the neck dropped Emma to her knees. This time, Mandy used a straight kick to the chest to bowl Emma to the mat, and followed up by landing with a big splash across Emma’s stomach. Emma was winded even before Mandy followed up with a barrage of body punches, and then she moved into a schoolgirl pin position, grabbing Emma’s hair with both hands to pull her face into her crotch as she secured the pin.

‘Get used to that bitch!’ she sneered ‘your face is going to be spending a lot of time in there tonight!’

Emma grunted, more with the pain of the hair pulling as the American’s strong fingers tore at her scalp, but she was already bridging wildly in what would be a successful attempt to dislodge Mandy who over balanced, sprawling across the mat. Both women again got to their feet, smiling at each other as they did so, clearly both enjoying the early stages of the fight.

A few more minutes of the feeling out process passed, both women gaining the upper hand at times, but not decisively so. Emma had twice cornered the blonde, working her body over with a series of well placed body punches only to be forced back by some determined slaps, knees and punches. Mandy had again briefly trapped Emma in her seemingly favoured schoolgirl pin, again forcing Emma’s face into her crotch as she taunted her again, but Emma was able to force her way free once more. Almost 15 minutes had passed in the fight and neither woman had so far secured a decisive advantage.

It looked like that would change as Mandy, catching Emma off guard, ploughed a knee into Emma’s stomach, but as she looked to follow up by lifting Emma for a body slam, she was undone as Emma cleverly shifted her weight. Instead of being slammed, Emma crashed down on top of the curvy California girl, driving the air from her lungs as she landed in what was almost the perfect position for a cross pin. Emma was quickly able to secure her position better, scissoring one of Mandy’s arms, controlling the other with her left hand and lying so that her body was high on the blonde’s chest, breasts almost in her face. At that point, Emma went to work on the American’s body with some vicious breast mauling, nails digging in to the sensitive flesh while Mandy’s screams of pain were muffled slightly as Emma applied a breast smother.

Body punching followed; Emma landing several hard blows in to Mandy’s stomach. In the end, a further bout of breast mauling was followed by Emma looking to get a crotch claw on to the squirming Californian fighter who was soon to yell out her submission as Emma’s fingers found their target. 1-0 to Emma, and it had taken the best part of twenty minutes to reach that point. Both women seemed glad of the agreed two minute break between the rounds as they headed back to their corners. Emma was pleased with her work so far, but also cautious as she said to me ‘She’s a long way from finished yet Steve. She’s strong and tough, and I think it could be a while before one of us is finished off here!’

‘Looks that way to me too’ I agreed ‘you both had the advantage at times through that round – not enough to get a submission but enough to dish out some pain. You’d better be on your guard at the start of this round too Em’ I cautioned ‘she’s going to be out to redress the balance if she can.

‘I think you’re right’ Emma agreed as she climbed back in to continue the fight which re-started in a cautious way, both women now aware of the other’s ability and keen to be the one on top in this round. Emma had the early advantage, some long range slaps to the face drawing Mandy’s arms up in defence, exposing her stomach to Emma’s body punching, but Mandy weathered that attack well enough and was able to force Emma on to the defensive with some kicks to her thighs. Emma came back in to secure a side headlock, her free hand quickly buried in the long blonde hair of the American who groaned, but came back with a crotch grab on Emma leading to another break. It was again looking like an even fight, both women content to wait on a mistake from the other before they would take the advantage.

It looked like Mandy had made that error as a swing at Emma’s face seemed to leave her off balance and open to an attack from Emma who went for a hard body punch. Mandy showed her speed though, dodging that attack deftly and then lading a kick to Emma’s side. Emma staggered, momentarily stunned, and Mandy was all over her, a flurry of body punches and slaps around the head forcing Emma to the corner. Emma pushed Mandy, looking to create some space and a little respite, but only succeeded in giving Mandy enough room to strike home with another kick, this time to the stomach which rocked Emma back to the corner post. Mandy continued the attack, taking a double handful of hair before kneeing Emma in the crotch; then turning Emma around, she used the hair grip to bounce Emma’s head into the padded corner post.

Mandy backed up a little as Emma groggily staggered out of the corner and straight into a power packed body slam from the blonde who promptly continued her attack with a big leg drop to crush Emma’s breasts. Showing her cruel side, Mandy raked Emma’s eyes with the edge of her hand, and with Emma temporarily unsure of her bearings, Mandy pulled her to her feet by the hair before delivering a hard posting into the corner. Emma slumped, only the ropes holding her up long enough to be on the receiving end of a big splash against the pos which finally dropped her in the corner. Mandy wasn’t about to let up either, continuing the attack with two kicks to Emma’s stomach before Emma caught her foot on a third attempt, pulling her over to the mat to earn some temporary relief.

Mandy wasted little time getting back on Emma though, a knee to the side as Emma got back to her knees put her straight back on the mat, and then, sitting with her back against the corner post, Mandy grabbed Emma’s hair to pull her into a rear head scissor. Mandy’s sexy stocking clad thighs were quickly wrapped around Emma’s head, squeezing hard while she again dug her fingers into Emma’s long hair to add to the pain. ‘Want to give up yet?’ Mandy asked Emma who tore at Mandy’s stockings in lieu of a reply before Mandy again snapped her thighs tightly around Emma’s head drawing pained shouts of defiance. Still no submission though as Mandy released the scissor, using Emma’s hair to maintain control as she got to her feet, pulled Emma upright and then delivered an across the knee back breaker.

Emma fell to the mat, clearly feeling the effects of Mandy’s concerted attack which continued at pace with a full body splash further winding Emma. Down on the mat now, Mandy’s attacks picked up again with a rear body scissor applied, quickly followed by a rear choke which Mandy boosted by deftly slipping the strap of Emma’s suspender thong around her throat. I thought that move might give the blonde a quick equaliser, but Emma managed to get her fingers into the blonde’s hair and Mandy thought better of continuing the attack as she broke free of Emma who was slow to rise into a front headlock from Mandy who used the opportunity to get some solid shots into Emma’s ribs. Emma fought back, firing in some straight stomach punches that looked to be on the verge of breaking the hold until Mandy landing a clubbing forearm across her back to floor her once more.

Emma was again slow to rise, with Mandy taking the time to relieve her of her thong before pulling her once again to her feet. Some ineffective belly punches from Emma were shrugged off by the Californian girl who was well on top as she delivered two kicks to Emma’s inner thighs, opening her up for a straight knee to her unprotected crotch. Then it was time for Mandy to go for the coup de grace in this round. Emma was flat on her back clutching her crotch as Mandy took the time to remove her own thong before sitting down on Emma’s face for some nude face sitting. This time, there was no need for any hair pulling as Mandy’s crotch smothered Emma’s face, but the blonde still added some for effect anyway!

‘Give up bitch?’ she added before helpfully adding ‘I told you to get used to being down there didn’t I?’

Emma refused at first, but there was little chance for her to escape, and as Mandy started to arouse her by sliding fingers into her pussy, Emma tapped out to give Mandy an equalising submission that had taken just six minutes to grind out. I guess Mandy could have put her own thong back on as she had removed it herself, but she clearly didn’t intend to as she threw that and Emma’s thong from the ring before returning to her corner. I had just two minutes to work on Emma, trying to rebuild her confidence for round three, which would start with Emma totally naked while Mandy it seemed would just wear her slightly torn stockings.

In the early stages, it looked like round three was going the same way as round two had as Mandy again backed Emma up to the corner, but Emma fired back more effectively this time, switching Mandy into the corner and peppering her breasts with some good punches before backing away. A mutual hair pull ensued briefly, both women striving for the upper hand as they punched away at each other’s sides. Emma was able to free her hair from the blonde’s grasp, and wasted no time in hurling Mandy hard into the walled section of the ring by her hair. The American’s shoulder took the brunt of the blow, and she rebounded out looking for a clothesline that Emma avoided with ease, but didn’t have the chance to follow up this time.

Another mutual hair pull happened as the two women came back together, neither woman wanting to give way to the other. Both used the chance to fire some solid looking punches in the other’s bodies, and eventually it was Emma who took the upper hand as she dragged the blonde down to the mat. Emma moved in for a cross pin, but she wasn’t able to tie up both of Mandy’s hands, and as Emma struck with solid body punches, she soon found Mandy trying to claw away at her crotch, and Emma was forced to think better of her position. As she tried to break clear, Mandy caught Emma with a short punch to the pit of the stomach, and then both women traded blows from their knees until Mandy went low with a punch to the crotch and Emma was flat on her back.

Mandy sensed it was her chance to finish the match, and she was determined to do so with her favoured hair pull / face sit combination. Emma was waiting on the move now though, and was first able to block the attempt before bridging and sending Mandy tumbling off her and to the mat. Both women were tiring now as the match went past the half hour mark and the pace seemed to slow a little. A spell of body punching at range seemed to help both women regain some energy as they took their time before locking up again. Mandy shot a knee to Emma’s stomach, and she was back in charge it seemed as she whipped Emma hard into the corner post. Her follow up attempt at a running splash in the corner was telegraphed though, and Emma side stepped letting the blonde crash chest first into the post.

Mandy was winded, and Emma stepped it up a gear sending a serried of clubbing forearms into the blonde’s shoulders and back before going to her hair and using a hair mare throw to hurl her to the mat. Emma clearly liked the move, going back to it two more times before dropping to her knees behind the blonde and wrapping her up in a tight sleeper hold. Mandy groaned, sensing she was trapped, and her hands came down to Emma’s forearms trying to prise them from around her throat. It was to no avail though as Emma held firm, adding a body scissor to the hold as she asked Mandy ‘give up yet blondie?’

Mandy made no reply, but she continued to fight hard, looking for a way out until with Emma steadily piling on the pressure, she found herself on the verge of passing out and had no option other than to tap out giving Emma the victory by 2 submissions to 1.

Emma came over to me in the corner, delighted with her victory as she said to me ‘I thought she was going to be too strong for me in that last fall, but I’m going to give her a good seeing to now. Don’t worry though, you know you’re the only one for me, this is just business!’ she smiled before kissing me. ‘Now, if you take Madison back into the house, I reckon I’ll be through in about an hour’

As we left the garage, Emma was just collecting the strap on while Mandy lay waiting for her in the ring......

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