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Orient Express
By Wolfboy
Emma gets her
‘reward’ for beating Alana in their deciding match.
Emma’s next match promised to be a little easier than her
hard fought defeat against the tough rock chick Sophie Morgan. As a ‘reward’ for
winning her deciding match with the blonde school teacher Alana Seddon, Alana
had promised to send her an opponent for a future match. Alana had a Japanese
student, Amaya Inokuma, who had wanted to take on a larger, western woman in a
catfight. While Alana didn’t profess to understand her student’s thinking on
this, she had managed to set up the match for Amaya, with Emma being only too
happy to oblige as her opponent.
Alana had set up the rules for the fight with Emma, and
had also agreed to referee the match. We would host the match which was to be a
twenty minute match with most submissions or a complete submission of the match
to win. Amaya had requested it to be no holds barred, something which Emma was
happy to go along with. The only other rule was that there would be a two minute
break after each submission; again, I thought this probably suited Emma quite
well.
So, on the day of the fight we welcomed Alana and Amaya
to our house, and after Emma and Alana had caught up on each other’s recent
catfighting exploits, we headed upstairs for both fighters to get into their
chosen fight outfits before heading to the garage fight area. I took the
opportunity to remind Emma that she needed to start well and get on top of Amaya
so that she didn’t get chance to use her speed to her advantage. If Emma got on
top, I couldn’t see how Amaya would have the strength to hold her off. As we
headed back to the garage, I could see that Alana had changed into a black
catsuit to referee the match; at the moment the two fighters had their outfits
hidden under long robes. In the garage though, the robes were quickly discarded
as both women headed into the ring. Emma I already knew to be wearing a yellow
and black criss-cross choker romper suit. Amaya’s robe dropped to the ground to
reveal a simple black halter neck swimsuit, she was clearly in good shape though
she was clearly outmatched in size by Emma.
Alana called both women together before reminding them
both of the rules for the fight. ‘Don’t forget, you can both quit the match at
any time’ she helpfully pointed out, more for Amaya’s benefit I suspected.
‘Introductions then ladies’ Alana continued ‘first, wearing black, from Japan is
Amaya Inokuma. Amaya is 19 years old, 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 127 lbs.
Her measurements are 34B-23-35 and she has a record of 4 wins without defeat.
Her opponent in yellow is Emma Baines. Emma is 30 years old, 5 feet 10 inches
tall and weighs 166lbs. She measures 40E-26-37 and her record stands at 20 wins
and 8 defeats. OK, back to your corners ladies and then come out fighting’
Amaya certainly carried herself like a fighter as the two
women circled each other looking for an early opening. That she didn’t shirk
away from a couple of pretty heavy slaps to the body from Emma also looked
promising for the fight. She was hopelessly over matched by Emma’s strength
though as they locked up, Emma tossing her to the mat with ease. The little
Japanese fighter was quick to sprawl clear though, and then she sensibly used
that speed when Emma looked to lock up with her again, ducking under Emma’s arms
before landing a forearm across her back and then scurrying clear. Emma smiled,
not really hurt by the attack, but she was still frustrated when Amaya repeated
the move a couple more times.
‘Are you here to fight or not?’ Emma asked in mock
exasperation, receiving her reply in the shape of Amaya’s quick feet as the
Japanese woman landed a couple of sharp kicks to Emma’s body. Looking to come in
behind the kicks, Amaya rushed forward only to catch a right hand punch to the
stomach that dropped her to her knees. A kick to the chest of Amaya knocked the
lightweight fighter on to her back, and with that, Emma moved in for a face pin,
grabbing Amaya’s long black hair to pull her face squarely into Emma’s crotch,
and in no time at all, Emma was one-nil up on her diminutive opponent.
Back in her corner during the break, I could hear Alana
telling Amaya ‘You were doing the right thing with the hit and run tactics. You
can’t match power with Emma; she’ll beat you hands down if you do that’. I just
told Emma to stay focussed on the matter at hand – if she did that I could only
see one winner.
The fight got back underway with Amaya looking to work
behind some sharp jabs to Emma’s breasts, but to do so she had to come in range
of Emma’s slaps which crashed off her face, causing an early rethink of tactics.
Amaya crouched low as she approached Emma, ducking her attack and going behind
Emma to catch her in a waist lock. Instead of taking her down though, Amaya ran
Emma chest first into the corner post. Emma was winded as Amaya drove a couple
of punches into her lower back before spinning her around and slapping her
across the face. Emma reeled from the blow as the Japanese fighter delivered an
uppercut to Emma’s breasts that threatened to force them free from her yellow
romper suit. Emma was looking in a little bit of trouble as Amaya used her
impressive speed to land a couple of knee strikes to Emma’s stomach before Emma
gathered herself and pushed Amaya away. It was a brief respite as Amaya rushed
back in with some body punches before Emma was able to grab her in a tight bear
hug stopping the attack.
It was Amaya’s turn to be surprised as Emma caught her
with a knee to the crotch, and then using her power, she picked Amaya up to
deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop, and as Amaya went to the mat, Emma took a
few seconds to gather herself before she went onto the attack. Grabbing Amaya’s
long hair, she pulled her roughly to her feet before delivering a body slam.
Amaya was wracked with pain from that move even before Emma followed up with a
leg drop across her breasts. Emma went back to Amaya’s hair, pulling her head
between her powerful thighs and then clamping her ankles together to deliver a
crushing head scissor. A double handful of hair added to Amaya’s pain as Emma
tore at her, and soon, Amaya was forced into a second submission after only six
minutes of the fight; Emma was 2-0 to the good.
‘Keep on her’ I told Emma ‘she
can’t match you for power, so just keep going as you are’. It looked to me like
Amaya was getting more or less the opposite message from Alana over in the
corner before round three got underway with Emma stalking the increasingly
cautious Japanese fighter across the ring.
Amaya looked to buy herself some time, keeping
Emma at bay to some extent with some fast kicks to her thighs, but Emma was able
to find her range with a series of body punches too and while it appeared that
the round was evenly poised, I was pretty sure that Emma’s extra strength would
be taking its toll on Amaya. Soon, Emma had Amaya backed up to the walled
section of the fight area where she sunk in a couple of hooks to the body only
to get surprised as Amaya shot a foot into the pit of her stomach and followed
quickly with a well times judo throw which put Emma flat on her back in the
centre of the mats. Amaya again used her speed, catching Emma with an elbow drop
across the throat, and then using Emma’s hair, she pulled her into a painful
headlock down on the mat. Amaya was lying her 127lbs across Emma’s chest as she
held her in the headlock, clearly enjoying being on top properly for the first
time in the fight as she asked Emma ‘you like that bitch?’
I’m pretty sure from her pained cries, Emma’s answer was
that she didn’t like it at all, but using her power, she didn’t have to endure
it for all that long before she was able to use a handful of Amaya’s hair to
muscle her into a side head scissor. The young Japanese fighter was in a trouble
again and had no answer to Emma’s power as her thighs worked away on her head.
Emma took the opportunity to deliver some hard, stinging slaps to Amaya’s
breasts before she tore away the thin shoulder straps of her swimsuit to expose
the Japanese fighter’s pert breasts to some painful breast mauling which soon
led to a third submission with the bout still short of the halfway mark. I
wasn’t sure how much Amaya had left now as she had been on the receiving end of
Emma’s worst attentions for much of the match so far.
Emma felt much the same way over in the corner between
rounds, but after a pep talk from Alana, the now topless teenager was back in
the ring and ready to start round four. One thing was clear, Amaya was a game
little fighter, and she proved it again briefly as she put together a rapid fire
string of kicks and punches which forced Emma onto the defensive as she back
pedalled. Most of the blows were blocked, although a couple of sharp uppercuts
once again threatened to release Emma’s breasts from her romper suit before she
struck back with a three punch combination to Amaya’s body, and again the young
Japanese woman was dropped to her knees on the mats.
Emma went to the hair of her young opponent, using it to
bring Amaya to her feet before knocking her back to the mat with a single hard
body punch. Emma repeated the dose, again flooring Amaya before whipping her
into the corner post, and moving in cautiously, she began to pick her shots,
punishing her opponent with well placed, powerful body punches. Amaya seemed to
be on the way out as Emma’s punches drew whimpers of pain from her, but
gathering herself for one last effort, she shocked Emma with a hard slap to the
face, and as Emma reeled away from her, Amaya caught her off balance with a
flying drop kick, and Emma careered to the mat.
The lightweight Japanese vixen flew into action, sensing
perhaps that this was her last real chance to make a mark on Emma. Waiting for
Emma to reach all fours, she kicked her in the stomach, and then as Emma rolled
back to the mat, Amaya dropped a leg across Emma’s breasts. Satisfied with that
move, Amaya moved herself into a reverse face sit before releasing Emma’s
breasts from the top of her romper suit. Emma’s E cup breasts made an inviting
target for Amaya, and from her seat on Emma’s face, she softened them up with a
couple of punches before sinking her nails into them drawing some muffled
shrieks of pain from Emma. It was quite a predicament for Emma and as she passed
thirty seconds in the hold, I felt she might be forced to give, but again her
extra strength told as she was able to bridge and buck her hips to dislodge
Amaya for long enough to catch her breath. As Amaya looked to find her way back
onto Emma’s face, Emma swung her legs back and she was able to wrap them around
Amaya, pulling the Japanese fighter off her and into a crushing body scissor.
Payback was on Emma’s mind now as she worked away with
her thighs on Amaya’s body while she latched her nails on to her opponent’s
nipples, soon drawing pained cries from the young fighter. ‘Give up?’ Emma
asked, tensing her thighs again to more or less deny Amaya the breath to answer
with. Her response of ‘no’ came out as little more than a rasp as Emma continued
to grind away with the scissor hold.
‘Fair enough’ Emma said, more to herself than Amaya,
before releasing the scissor hold to bring Amaya to her feet. A big body slam
followed, Emma easily lifting and slamming her lighter foe before delivering a
crushing full body splash to Amaya as she lay on the mat. With Amaya winded,
Emma took the chance to apply a rear body scissor and sleeper hold combination,
and that really was it for Amaya who quickly tapped only to find Emma not so
keen to let her go this time as she demanded that Amaya should give up the whole
match. That led to some more, brief, futile resistance from Amaya, but it was
all to no avail as she was forced, on the verge of being choked out, to submit
the whole match to Emma.
It had been a pretty comfortable victory for Emma in the
end. She was generous in her praise of Amaya though afterwards as she told her
it had been a ‘tough enough match and you did everything you could, but you just
weren’t big enough to really get on top of me’. I felt we might see more of
Amaya in the future though, she was only 19, and she clearly knew her way around
a catfight; time would tell if I was right.
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