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Rock Chick
Catfight
By Wolfboy
Emma battles a
rock singer in a tough catfight.
Emma’s next challenge came in the form of tattooed rock
singer, part time professional wrestler and keen catfighter Sophie Morgan. The
rock chick had made the challenge to Emma, and we’d been able to get a match set
up in our garage fight area. Sophie would be seconded by her boyfriend for the
match, and we had arranged for Tara to referee the fight again.
I was a little worried just how little we knew about
Sophie going into this match, her record of 9 wins from 10 fights suggested that
she was going to be a tough opponent as well. Emma was confident enough on the
day of the match, but I just had a feeling that this was going to be a harder
than expected match for Emma.
The match was due to start at 7PM, and Sophie arrived
with her boyfriend about 45 minutes before that, giving her time to check out
the venue before she headed into an upstairs room to get ready for the match.
She had a confident air, but on first impressions at least, didn’t seem to match
up all that well physically with Emma’s size. That said, when she was stripped
down to fight, it might just be different I thought as I took Tara through to
the garage. Emma joined us soon afterwards, now ready to fight in a deep red
metallic deep v front romper suit; although it was a one piece outfit, the
design seemed to put more flesh on show than it covered.
My last thought about Sophie looked to be true as she
came through into the garage. Now she was in her fight outfit, she looked a
different challenge altogether. She was clearly in fantastic shape; tight abs,
strong arms and powerful thighs the highlights of her tightly toned body. Her
long black hair was in a ponytail. Her outfit was also stunning; a black vinyl
vest top which buttoned up at the front, black vinyl mini shorts and black
opaque thigh high stockings. She looked ready to fight as Tara called both women
into the ring to get things started.
‘Ok ladies, this is a rules catfight challenge match.
There will be two ten minute rounds followed by a third round of unlimited time
where the first submission will win the match. The final round will be fought
naked. There should be no punches or kicks to the head and no piledrivers; all
other moves are legal. Are there any questions on the rules?’ There were none as
both women were well prepared for the match. ‘OK then, on my left is Sophie
Morgan. She is 25 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs 150lbs. She has a
catfight record of 9 wins with 1 defeat and her measurements are 38C-25-37. Her
opponent on my right is Emma Baines. She is 30 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall
and weighs in at 165lbs. Her catfight record is 20 wins and 7 defeats and her
measurements are 40E-26-37. OK ladies, back to your corners, and come out
fighting’
The fight was underway, both
women starting cautiously as they looked to get a feel for the others abilities.
Emma managed to find her range quickly with a
couple of slaps to Sophie’s face, but the rock chick responded with some well
placed body punching as the first minute of the round passed without any real
incident. Sophie moved in behind a jab thrown into Emma’s breasts and was able
to trap Emma in a headlock, deftly flipping her to the mat. Emma was flat out
under Sophie as she wrenched on Emma’s head with her strong arms, but Emma went
to her ponytail, using it to pull Sophie into a side head scissor.
Sophie instantly bridged, her hips well clear of the mat
presenting her crotch as an inviting target for an early mauling attack from
Emma. It wasn’t particularly effective through the thick vinyl of Sophie’s
shorts, but it still gave Sophie something extra to think about as Emma’s thighs
went to work on her head. Sophie was already looking for a way out of the
scissor hold, her nails raking Emma’s thighs, and when that didn’t work, she
bridged again. This time, Emma pancaked her left breast with a hard slap which
drew a brief moan from Sophie who again set about looking for a different way
out of the move. In the end, Sophie got free as she got to her knees and was
able to prise Emma’s thighs apart enough to deliver a short head butt to Emma’s
crotch which secured her freedom from the scissor hold.
Sophie moved up to sit on Emma’s impressive chest to pin
her, and she started to rain in some slaps on Emma’s face until Emma was able to
grab both of her wrists putting a halt to that attack. Sophie maintained the
pin, bouncing a few times on Emma’s breasts, but soon she realised that the hold
was taking her nowhere, and she elected to bring Emma to her feet by her long
auburn hair. A chop to Emma’s chest followed before Sophie tried to whip Emma
into the corner post, only for Emma to reverse the move, sending her lighter
opponent in to the corner instead. Emma’s attempt to follow up with a running
splash was just a little too obvious though, and Sophie was able to side step
leaving Emma to crash chest first into the corner. A forearm across the
shoulders followed from Sophie before she grabbed Emma’s hair, sending her to
the mat with a flying hair-mare throw. Leaping high, she crashed a leg drop
across Emma’s breasts, and then trapped my wife in a rear head scissor, her
strong thighs wrapped around Emma’s head as she looked to squeeze a submission
out.
Emma was able to weather that attempt before she managed
to turn Sophie on to her stomach, slip her head from between the raven haired
fighter’s thighs, and in turn tie up her strong legs in a figure four. Sophie
stretched her arms out in front of her so that Emma couldn’t add to the move
with a surfboard, but instead, Emma went in for a second crotch mauling attack
of the round. Again though, the thick vinyl of Sophie’s shorts made it tough for
Emma to be really effective, and as she got a little careless, a couple of
elbows to the body forced her off Sophie. Time was already running low in round
one as the two women traded body punches, then Sophie struck with a kick to
Emma’s stomach which she followed quickly with a body slam into a face pin, but
the time ran out in the round before she had any chance of extracting a
submission. Ten minutes of fighting had drawn no submissions, and had given
little indication as to which way the match would go.
One thing that was clear to me as the battle was rejoined
for round two was that both women appeared to be fabulous shape, and the round
again started at a high tempo. Sophie backed Emma into the walled section of the
ring behind a flurry of slaps to the head and body only for Emma to switch her
against the wall and open up on her with a combination of punches to the body.
As Emma backed off slightly to look for her next move, Sophie struck with a
quick kick to the stomach and with Emma off balance, the raven haired rock chick
whipped her into the ring ropes. Emma rebounded, running straight into a high
flying drop kick from Sophie which sent her crashing to the mats. Sophie went in
for a falling head butt to the stomach, and then going to Emma’s hair, she
pulled her upright and fired her into the ropes again.
Emma bounced back into the centre of the ring, and I
think she might have been expecting another drop kick. Instead, Sophie dropped
to her knees, punching hard into the pit of Emma’s stomach, and stopping Emma
dead in the process. An uppercut to the chest delivered from the kneeling
position put Emma on her back, and Sophie was on her almost immediately, looking
for a reverse ‘69’ head scissor to try and squeeze out the first submission.
Emma was able to sneak a hand between Sophie’s thighs, thwarting her efforts to
get the scissor on fully, but it was still effective enough, particularly as
from her position on top of Emma, she had worked a hand inside Emma’s romper
suit to start mauling her breasts. I could hear Emma’s moans from that move, but
they were followed by similar from Sophie as Emma again started some crotch
mauling from her position under the rock chick.
Neither seemed to be on the verge of gaining a
submission, and after about a minute in the hold, Emma was able to turn Sophie
onto her side, and also trap her in a head scissor of her own. Both women also
continued with their respective mauling attacks and while I suspected Sophie was
probably getting slightly the better of that exchange, neither woman really held
the upper hand. Sophie seemed to sense it first, breaking off her breast mauling
to land some good body punches which forced Emma away from the crotch mauling to
try and defend herself. Sophie took advantage, quickly breaking clear of Emma’s
scissor, and with a good handful of auburn tresses, she yanked Emma back to her
feet.
Sophie whipped Emma into the corner post only for Emma to
avoid any attempt at a follow up attack as she came quickly out of the corner,
catching Sophie a glancing blow with a clothesline. Sophie was still a little
off balance as she found herself caught in a tight bear hug from behind by Emma
whose arms ground away at the taught abs of the raven haired wildcat. Sophie was
soon letting out some pained noises, but she also had her hands locked over
Emma’s, trying to prise them free and escape. ‘No way’ said Emma as she lifted
Sophie in the hold, causing her to end her attempted escape as her hands went to
her face in pain. Emma continued with the move, grinding away and wearing Sophie
down a little, but Emma’s attempt at a reverse atomic drop failed as Sophie
blocked , then caught Emma with a couple of elbows to the chest to gain her
freedom from the hold.
There was still little to choose between the two women as
Sophie grabbed Emma in a side headlock, then including a handful of Emma’s hair
in the move, she flipped Emma to the mat. Sophie was briefly in top position,
lying across Emma’s chest only to quickly find herself reversed into another
head scissor by Emma. Emma went to Sophie’s hair, looking to tear away and add
to the pain her thighs were causing, but she was soon on the receiving end as
Sophie sunk a couple of punches into to the pit of Emma’s stomach before making
good use of her teeth on Emma’s inner thigh, and Emma was forced to turn loose
her scissor hold.
Round two continued in much the same way for the majority
of its remainder; one fighter would attack and seem to have gained some kind of
advantage only for the other to quickly counter the hold and put the fight back
on an even footing. Still there was just enough time for one last submission
attempt in the round as Sophie was able to catch Emma in the corner with three
hard knee lifts to the stomach before body slamming her and moving in for a
reverse face sit and stomach claw combination. I didn’t think that Emma could
have held out for long as her cries of pain were clear even from underneath
Sophie’s shapely arse, but time expired and Tara moved Sophie off a clearly
relieved Emma. Two rounds of fighting had passed without a single submission so
far; something would have to give in round 3 though.
Both women had discarded their outfits for the start of
round 3, standing naked as Tara reminded them that the first submission in round
3 would win the match. The final round of the match then got underway slowly;
both women anxious to get in the decisive attack but neither wanting to fall
foul of it. Emma found her range, slapping Sophie repeatedly in the face from
long range through the first minutes of round 3 while the raven haired fighter
looked to reply in kind only to find Emma a more elusive target. Sophie rushed
forward, looking to close in on Emma only to find herself on the receiving end
of a sharp punch to the breasts as Emma backed clear.
Sophie gritted her teeth, and ignoring the pain in her
chest she continued forward, tying Emma up in a mutual bear hug and backing her
into the corner. Both women had the same idea, looking for a knee to the crotch,
but neither was successful. Still, Emma was unprepared as Sophie landed a head
butt to her chest, and then with Emma stunned she broke the double bear hug,
unleashing a flurry of hard body punches against the corner post which drove
Emma down to her knees. Sophie took a front headlock, but before she had the
chance to add to it, Emma landed a straight punch to Sophie’s stomach and the
hold was broken. Emma was able to get clear of Sophie, and for the time being,
the fight was back at long range with the two naked amazons trading slaps and
punches.
Emma landed a kick to Sophie’s inner thigh, but when she
looked to follow with a kick to Sophie’s other thigh, the tattooed tough girl
was waiting on the move, grabbing Emma’s foot and pulling her to the mat. Sophie
followed up quickly, a leg drop across Emma’s throat landing hard, and when she
converted it into a side head scissor, I thought Emma was in trouble. ‘No!’ Emma
cried out as Sophie poured on the pressure using her powerful thighs to grind
away at Emma whose bridge merely brought her crotch into range for Sophie’s
fingers. Sophie wasted no time in adding a crotch claw to the powerful head
scissor, and she was soon asking Emma if she gave up yet.
Emma was defiant, answering ‘no’ through her yells of
pain, and then she was able to get a grip of Sophie’s feet, twisting them to
force her way clear of the head scissor. A slap to Sophie’s face followed, and
then a couple more to the breasts and again Emma was able to battle free and to
her feet in this epic struggle. All the same, Sophie had been on top through the
last few minutes, and I felt it might start to take its toll on Emma. It seemed
I was wrong though as Emma ploughed into Sophie, driving her to the ropes behind
a concerted flurry of body punches before whipping her into the opposite ropes
and catching the rock chick in a bear hug as she rebounded. ‘Aaaagh’ Sophie
cried out as Emma lifted her off her feet in the crushing grip of her bear hug,
but Sophie was also not going to give this one up without a fight. Emma
continued to grind away though, and Sophie appeared on the verge of giving up as
she looked limp within Emma’s powerful grasp. At what appeared to be the last
second, Sophie fired a desperate knee into Emma’s crotch; a move as cruel as it
had been unexpected for Emma and with that, it seemed that the tide of battle
had shifted once more.
Emma staggered from the impact of the knee, which Sophie
immediately followed with a further knee to the stomach; then she whipped Emma
into the ring ropes, dropped to the her knees, and as Emma rebounded, punched
her hard in the stomach. Emma was dropped to the mat where Sophie continued to
punish her, first with an elbow drop across the chest, and then a cruel bow and
arrow hold which drew pained cries from Emma. Still Sophie wasn’t able to
extract a submission, and with Emma looking as if she might break free, Sophie
broke the hold before getting to her feet to stomp Emma’s back a few times. Emma
grabbed her foot eventually, sending Sophie sprawling off balance, but as she
got back to her feet it was clear that of the two naked warriors, Sophie was now
in the better condition.
Emma struggled to her knees, rising straight into a front
stranglehold, applied tightly by the rock chick who quickly had Emma in trouble
again as she ground away on the hold before pulling Emma to her feet. A big body
slam followed from Sophie who confidently hovered over Emma until she got back
to her knees and found herself trapped once again in the front stranglehold. We
were now almost ten minutes into the deciding round of the fight, and Sophie was
systematically wearing Emma down now as she cranked away on the well applied
strangle. Again she brought Emma to her feet, this time using an across the knee
back breaker as her favoured method of attack. The air was driven from Emma’s
lungs by the impact before Sophie pushed her to the mat where she applied a
perfect reverse face sit. I fancied that the match was on the verge of being
over now as Sophie latched her fingers on to Emma’s breasts briefly drawing a
muffled cry of pain from Emma who bridged in an attempt to dislodge her
tormentor.
It proved to be futile as Sophie slammed her fist into
Emma’s stomach dropping her attempted bridge. Desperate to escape now, Emma
attempted to bridge again, and this time, Sophie took the chance to wrap her
arms around Emma’s stomach in a bear hug down on the mat.
‘You’ve made a mistake there bitch!’ Sophie told Emma
from her position still sitting squarely on her face. ‘Now there’s a submission
coming’ she said as she ground away with the bear hug and face sit combination.
‘No.......’ Emma replied weakly, but it was clear that
she was finished now, and as Sophie asked her again, ‘submit?’ she was forced to
admit defeat to victorious rock chick.
It had been a tough match for Emma, and a hard defeat,
but afterwards I was surprised to find she was in such good spirits – although
she had lost the match, Emma had also enjoyed the tough contest.