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Fighter For Hire: The Girls Next Door

By Wolfboy

Emma’s latest adventure as a catfighter for hire

Emma’s next test in her role as a fighter for hire would come from a little closer to home than her first match had done. Violet and Amy weren’t exactly the girls from next door, but they may just as well have been, living only half a mile away from our house. They had seen Emma’s advert though and they were just as excited at the prospect of taking Emma on as her first opponent, Jessica, had been. Their enthusiasm had been the main thing that had got Emma interested in giving them their chance, their initial email to her reading -

Emma, we’re a young couple that are huge fans of yours. We love to watch your catfights and they inspire us to fight too, but we often can’t find good opponents so we wrestle with each other. We’d love the chance to let go a bit more and really fight more often , but we can’t bring ourselves to do that with each other. We’d also really love to fight in a ring rather than a room at our house.

Obviously there are two of us, so we’ll have to work out which one of us can take you on if you accept. My partner Violet is 5’5 and 127lbs, I’m 5’6 and 135lbs, so neither of us actually match up that well with you individually, but we actually don’t care, we’d just like a real fight and to do it with our favourite catfighter would be even better!

Please consider us!

Amy

Emma had smiled as she had read that email, clearly liking the way the two younger woman had worded their challenge, and excited at the thought of meeting that challenge as well. She’d pondered it for a little while and figured why should Amy and Violet have to choose which one of them would get to take her on when they could both have their chance. “Tag match….” she muttered to herself, evidently having reached some kind of conclusion on the matter before she composed a reply to their challenge.

Amy, I’d be delighted to take you and your partner on, but I don’t like the thought of the two of you having to choose which of you gets the shot at me, so I have a proposal to see if you’re interested. If you don’t like this idea, we’ll work something out so that you both get your turn.

It’s clear to me that you two should come as a team, so how about we do a handicap tag team match, with the two of you against me? We won’t have a ref, so you’ll be able to take your time over tags, but I suggest something like this. A thirty minute time limit. You have to tag in and out if you’re in front in the fight or the score is level. If I’m leading, then you can go two on one with me. You pick the exact rules for the fighting and the attire as I want it to fit exactly what you’d like from the fight. And we can use my ring here. It’s not perfect, but it’s more than suitable for a tag team catfight.

Emma.

The proposal had been very much to the liking of Amy and Violet and the remainder of the rules had been agreed easily enough. Punching would be allowed to the body. Kicking to the body and legs while standing up. Slapping only to the face, Amy and Violet agreed to a ten second double team when they tagged, but of course it wouldn’t be strictly enforced without a referee. And the attire would be lingerie sets with Amy pointing out in her reply to not worry about the practicality of the choice. “Sometimes you’ve just got to wear it so it can be ripped off” she had said.

The local nature of the two women meant that it wasn’t a difficult match to get set up either. Once the finer details were agreed, then it was set up for the match to take place the very next morning, with Emma just as eager to get to grips with Amy and Violet as they were with her. After they arrived, a there was time for a brief chat, the two young woman went to the guest room to change while Emma headed into the garage to get herself ready, having left her choice of lingerie in there. She knew Amy and Violet would be anxious about the match by now, and that maybe they would take a couple of minutes extra just to settle any nerves. Regardless, she would be ready for them when that point came, quickly changing into her white mesh and lace lingerie for the fight. Something had told her that in this scenario, Amy and Violet fancied themselves as the bad girls and she didn’t mind reinforcing that feeling for them in her angelic white thong bodysuit with the suspenders hitched to white fishnet stockings. It was a rare choice of colour for Emma, but she liked the way it looked on her as she stretched lightly, waiting for her opponents.

The suitability of her outfit was confirmed by Amy as she walked into the garage now, leading Violet by half a pace, as she gave Emma a bit of a wolf whistle. “You look ravishing Emma...almost a shame to rip that off you!” she laughed.

“Well, you’ll get your chance I’m sure” Emma smiled. “And besides, you both look sensational as well ladies!” she told Amy and Violet who had on matching but contrasting lingerie sets of lace bra and thong with matching suspender belts and black sheer stockings. Blonde Violet had her lingerie set in a black colour with hints of silver, while brunette Amy had hers as the mirror image of Violet’s in mostly silver with hints of black. “Well, we couldn’t decide, but in the end we knew we should shop for something nice to fight you in, and well, for you to ruin as well” Violet explained.

“We’re counting on that” Amy confirmed. “Of course we’re going to be trying to do the same to you as well” she smiled at Emma.

“I’m expecting nothing less ladies” Emma confirmed. “And you know, as a catfighter, my lingerie shopping is always the most expensive thing. Someone once told me if you like it and you’re going to fight in it, get two, because the chances are it won’t survive the fight” she laughed, adding “you can assume I got another of this one at the same time.”

“Sound advice” Amy and Violet both agreed.

“Indeed it is” Emma said, but then she moved on quickly enough to suggest “we’re not here to talk about shopping just yet though ladies. I’m sure you’re both itching to get to it?” she asked.

“We are” Amy confirmed, with Violet looking every bit as enthusiastic about it.

“Well, we should introduce ourselves I think, like it’s a big fight. And then I’ll start this timer. It has a ten second countdown before it starts with a bell ringing. After each submission, whoever wins it should press the big green button and it will time a two minute break before it starts up again? Sound OK?” Emma asked, just checking the final timings with her two opponents.

“It sounds great” Amy agreed with a nod, then she went on “this is Violet Scott. Violet is 25 years old. She is 5 feet 5 inches tall and 127lbs. She measures 34C-23-26 and she has had four proper matches so far and has won 3 of them” Amy said, introducing her partner who gave a little twirl and a bow. Then she picked up “and this is Amy Healey. Amy is 27 years old. She is 5 feet 6 inches tall, and 135lbs. She measures 34D-24-37 and in 6 proper matches she’s won 5 so far” Violet said introducing her partner who also did a little twirl and got a playful smack on the ass from Violet for her trouble. Then the two turned their attention to Emma who smiled and told them “Well, I’m Emma Baines. I’m 45 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 174lbs and I measure 40E-28-39. My record is 73 wins and 26 losses” she finished. Then she asked “so, are you ready?” to both women.

“We are” Violet confirmed as Amy went to the outside in their corner. It was evident that she had won the decision between them as to who would go first for the team. “Great” Emma smiled, walking just to the centre of the ropes on the side of the ring where the viewing sofas sat empty today so that she could reach to where the timer sat. She hit the green button and returned to her corner quickly so that the fight could start when the bell chimed, and both women moved out for the opening fall under modified 2 on 1 tag team rules. This would be a feeling out process to an extent; Emma wanted to try and get an idea on how good Amy and first of all Violet were at least. While she didn’t want to beat up two girls who really didn’t know how to fight, she was conscious of being prepared for the potential 2 vs 1 nature of parts of the fight. She circled slowly with Violet for the moment, watching the movements of the lithe lightweight fighter, seeing that she moved with an easy grace. Then she slapped her. To the body, at around three quarters power, landing to test Violet out straight away. The blonde took the slap and reacted like a fighter. It registered with her, drew a grunt, and then she threw back a slap of her own, stepping in to crash it down on to Emma’s breasts with a smile on her face.

Emma smiled too, realising that Violet was here to fight, and maybe more important than that, really wanted it. It was time to up things. She sent in two slaps now, one to the body, one to the face, then stepped in herself to reel Violet in to a head lock, cranking her arms once around the blonde’s head. The blonde was tough, but still she groaned at feeling Emma’s power for the first time really as Emma worked the headlock. Violet grabbed Emma’s auburn hair now, hoping she might back her up to the ropes where Amy would be waiting for the tag. She found that Emma wasn’t easy to move like that though, setting her feet to refuse to move as she worked the headlock. Violet groaned, moved her arms as if to push at Emma’s wrapped around her head, then switched her tactic quickly and whipped a right hand into Emma’s body. It wasn’t a hard punch but it was surprise enough to allow Violet to back her up now to the ropes. Amy patted Violet’s back for the tag though, just before Emma shot the blonde off to the opposite ropes, setting herself at the centre of the ring to flatten the much lighter blonde with a shoulder tackle. She got her first taste of the 2 v 1 nature of the fight though as she turned straight into a clothesline from Amy who had come in off the tag. Taken by surprise, Emma was down for a moment, and Amy took a front headlock on her as she rose. Violet realised that she was still within ten seconds of the tag being made, so she sent a quick punch into Emma’s body. Emma groaned, but it was all above board as she pushed at Amy’s body, trying to ease the pressure of the hold. She knew Amy would want to steer her into her own corner, and she had no interest in allowing that to happen.

Instead, she surprised the brunette, lifting her as she took advantage of her extra strength to body slam her. Again though, as she looked to follow up she was surprised, leaning over Amy and finding two stocking clad feet pushed up into her breasts to force her away, giving Amy chance to climb to her feet. Emma smiled again, as if to say fair enough...you can both fight and then this opening fall moved on at speed. Amy lurked close to her own corner for a moment, baiting Emma closer until she could grab the front of her white body suit and hold her in place so that she could tag Violet in. Now Amy slapped Emma’s face, Violet sent a kick into her body, and then the blonde grabbed Emma’s hair, even as Emma pushed Amy off her. Violet used the hair to try and rip Emma to the mat but didn’t quite manage it, instead finding Emma also grabbing hair as Amy went to the outside. The two tags already had given Emma an indication of what awaited her if it got to a two on one. As she used Violet’s hair to bring the blonde back under control though, and led her back towards her own corner despite her attempts to resist, that thought wasn’t really in her mind. She wanted to claim the opening fall, starting with throwing Violet into her corner, knowing the blonde would lose her grip of her auburn hair if she was sent in there with enough force.

It panned out more or less that way as Violet was thrown in, at the cost of a few strands of auburn hair which she had been gripping tightly. Emma felt the pinpricks of pain in her scalp even as she lashed a chop across the blondes breasts, testing the integrity of her bra before she planted a foot in Violet’s belly and monkey flipped her out to centre ring. “Come on Vi….tag me!” Amy implored, seeing that her partner was in trouble now from that landing, but winded, she was in no position to move for that tag before another landing troubled her further. This landing was by Emma, across her in a flying splash that used all of her 174lbs to wind Violet before taking a perfect cross-pin on the blonde. Now Emma smiled down at her, and then grabbed her left breasts though her bra, squeezing as she saw the look on Violet’s face change in recognition of this new pain.

“Ooohhh….OOOWWW!” the blonde moaned.

“Oh come on….I can do it much harder” Emma told her. It was light-hearted, but also a warning. Violet tried to bridge, but she found that there was no way she was rolling the bigger woman off her before a heavy slap to the belly dropped her bridge. As the sound of that slap reverberated around the garage now, Emma went back to the breasts, pushing Violet’s lace bra aside a little so that she could grab her nipple with thumb and forefinger while hooking her other fingers into the bare breasts under the cover of her bra. This was the kind of breast maul to sent bolts of pain through the body of an inexperienced catfighter, and Violet was no exception, moaning loudly as Emma told her “See, I told you!”

“Aaagghhhh…..Awwww...I SUBMIT!” Violet cried out quickly. She had no plan on taking the punishment for long this early in the fight. Especially when her reward for giving up would be the first chance at a two on one. Emma knew that as she got off Violet and walked over to press the timer to start the break between falls. Amy and Violet knew it too, as Amy came in to the ring to get Violet back to the corner. The crux of this fight would be in the two on one sessions and if the team could take enough out of the individual fighter to help them turn the tide as the fight went on. Emma looked on as Violet and Amy talked through their strategy in the break now, wondering if she could get a win in a two on one fall, knowing that it could well be enough to secure a win if she did so.

The timer sounded again, and the second fall of the fight began with a different kind of caution about it. There was no circling, this was a three way dance now with Emma confronted by a blonde to her left and a brunette to her right, each trying to move in to position to attack. Violet would move forward a little, forcing Emma to turn in her direction, then Amy would dart forward to try and slap at Emma, forcing her into another switch in focus. A pattern was established, continuing through the opening moments of the fall with Emma so far able to fend off the attacks when they came. In fact, she looked to have taken the initial edge when she delivered a slap that sent Violet wheeling to the mat. Her attention diverted to the brunette Amy who came in behind a flurry of slaps now, something Emma met in kind, trying to shift her feet to meet the attack and strike back. As the slaps started to fly though, Emma found that her legs didn’t move quite as she’d hopes. On the mat, Violet had dived for them, wrapping herself around Emma’s ankles and denied her the chance to move her feet with ease. Amy’s slaps suddenly carried extra force as they landed.

The brunette swung them furiously, taking some in return for her trouble but she knew that this was her team’s chance to swing the action in their favour. Finally a slap from Emma seemed to have knocked her away, and Emma turned her attention to Violet who was still tangled around her legs. She sent a punch into the blonde’s unprotected side as best she could from the awkward position afforded her by Violet’s grasp. The blonde held on gamely as Emma bent down to grab her shock of blonde hair; she was caught in that position though by a kick to the side by Amy and Emma was toppled to the mat. Now Amy and Violet had parity individually with Emma, her size negated by being down; she tried to get herself back up immediately only reaching a sitting position before Amy dived across her body to knock her flat again. Violet was still tangled around Emma’s legs as Amy battled womanfully for the cross pin, straining against Emma’s attempts to roll her off. Now it was Violet who drove home the two on one advantage, spreading Emma’s legs as she got off them, and delivered a quick stomp to the belly. With the wind driven from Emma’s body for a moment, the cross-pin was easier to secure for Amy. Violet dropped back on to Emma’s legs now, straddling across her upper thighs to make it tricky for Emma to use them to try and bridge, then she slugged Emma in the Belly. Amy shifted now, lying across Emma’s face in her cross pin instead of on her chest, using her own body to start to smother Emma.

This was clever tactically from the duo, as they used their two on one well, knowing that Amy’s smother would sap Emma, just as her blonde tag partner’s regular punches to the body would. Emma groaned, trying to shift Amy with her upper body and her arms, but she found that despite her best efforts, she couldn’t quite find the power to do it. Amy settled heavily again, using the hair to pull Emma’s face into her belly just as Violet hit home with another punch, causing a sharp exhalation from Emma where nothing would follow to replace it due to the smother. Not decisive, but it was the first step towards breaking a bigger opponent down maybe. “Squeeze her tits Amy!” Violet suggested now as Amy’s right hand reached to explore inside the cups of her white bodysuit for a moment. Her style was to grip the nipple and twist, bringing a groan of pain Emma, just as Violet sent in another punch, then clawed at Emma’s body through the soft mesh fabric of her suit. Emma moaned again; although neither of her opponents were that strong or hit that hard, but their combined efforts two on one were telling enough.

Violet punched again, a little lower, knuckles impacting on mesh not flesh, nit the effect not diminished at all by the thing covering. Amy got her fingers into the underside of Emma’s breast now too, just drawing another moan from the auburn haired fighter. She was in trouble, not from each attack individually, but from the way they combined against her, coupled with being very effectively immobilised by the duo. She kept fighting for the moment, another attempt to dislodge Amy defeated by the brunette’s poise and the ready fists of her blonde partner landing in a one two combination this time. Then Violet clawed her again, lower this time though still on the stomach, and the judder of pain through Emma’s body gave away that they’d found the spot to work on. “That’s it Vi! Work that!” Amy advised, mauling away at Emma’s breasts in return, and feeling Emma moan against her body which was still placed squarely on her face. It was a decision point for Emma. Keep fighting although she was trapped, or admit her submission rather than soak up more two on one punishment. She chose the latter, tapping at the mat to show her submission, and getting released quickly by the two woman as Amy went to operate the timer.

“Good one” she admitted to them. “You got me pretty well there…” she said back in her corner as the team of Amy and Violet smiled in their corner, pleased with themselves in claiming a submission to tie things up. They knew it would be tougher for them in the next fall though which was going to be a one on one fall again.

The timer sounded again, and this time it was the brunette Amy who moved out of the corner to go one on one with Emma who was intent on getting the fight back on track quickly. She invited the brunette in to lock up with her, an offer unwisely accepted by Amy who found her arms batted to the side, and Emma’s knee striking home just on the waist band of her silver thong to immediately wind her. Amy doubled forward, Emma smiled at Violet in the corner, then clubbed a heavy forearm across Amy’s shoulders to drop her to her knees in front of her. That wasn’t where Amy got to stay for long though as Emma bunched her brunette hair and pulled her up by it, sending her to the ropes and setting herself to flatten the smaller woman as she came off the topes. That was how Emma had drawn it up in her mind at least, but Amy surprised her enough to slide through her legs and grab her ankles to try and trip her up. Emma was able to step out of that attempt though and turned quickly enough, getting caught a glancing blow with a right hand uppercut to the body as she reeled Amy in to a front headlock to gain control. Now she lifted the brunette with some ease, used as she was to handling bigger women in her matches, one hand between Amy’s legs before she planted her with an authoritative body slam. Amy moaned loudly as she felt that heavy impact on the pretty unforgiving mats, and she was straight into trouble as Emma splashed down across her and took up a cross pin position, one of the brunette’s arms trapped between her thick thighs. She didn’t bother to control Amy’s other arm, welcoming the brunette to tangle her fingers in her auburn hair, knowing that her pulling from that position couldn’t do so much damage as she flicked a slap into Amy’s thigh.

The brunette tried to shift her legs, attempting to twist her body position to take them out of Emma’s range. Emma didn’t care because her body was still in range and instead she left a handprint on Amy’s stomach with a heavy one there before taking a moment to enjoy the position of control. She teased Amy now “this is how you did it, isn’t it?” before shifting so that she could smother the brunette with her curvaceous body, just as Amy had done to her. Amy’s feet drilled at the mat in response, trying for the purchase to move the bigger woman from pinning her so effectively, but she found just as Emma had earlier, a woman lying heavily across your face in a cross pin wasn’t easy to move. Emma swatted another slap at Amy’s body now, and then she found her target inside the bra of the brunette, gripping and twisting her breast in a nasty maul. This had Amy’s feet hitting the mat with more ferocity now, especially when Emma upped the ante, just using her nails a little to add to the maul. “Submit?” she asked Amy now; despite the third fall only being a couple of minutes old, she knew that she had the brunette deep in trouble.

“Aaahhh...oooowwwww….yes, I submit!” Amy agreed loudly, hands tapping at the mat in submission as well so that Emma would get off her, and go to work the timer. Amy was back to her corner quickly to the consolation of Violet, the match still very much working to the overall expectation that Emma would dominate one on one, but the team might well have the better of it when they could operate as a unit/ Could either find a way to change that equation yet as Amy and Violet discussed their strategy opposite where Emma waited patiently in her corner for the timer to sound and the next round of action to commence.

When the timer rang out, there were 17 minutes plus change remaining, and this fourth session took on more of a cat and mouse feel, though in this case, two cats were working together to trap a very dangerous mouse in Emma. They moved out of their corner, cautiously, only to be a little confounded by Emma staying put in her corner, waving them in. “Come on….don’t be shy ladies” she teased them ,waiting for the two lighter women to try and spring their attack in the corner. The two were thrown a little by this tactic, having to rethink their strategy on the fly a little, and their attack finally launched with Violet, the quicker of the two, trying to dart in and grab Emma’s leg. Instead Emma lashed that leg out to catch Violet in the body with a harsh snap kick that folded the blonde to the mat, trying to suck in air. Amy was already committed to her attack as well, a flying avalanche splash in the corner that found Emma was out of the landing zone, able to simply walk away without Violet having secured her legs. Amy hit the buckles hard, and Emma came in behind her to take a handful of brunette hair to slam her face into the top turnbuckle. Amy was dazed and Emma turned her attention to Violet, measuring the blonde for a heavy elbow drop that would serve to keep her down for a little while longer. Then she turned back to the brunette in the corner, spinning her so that her back was to the turnbuckles and whipped a stinging chop across her breasts. Amy clutched for her breasts, but Emma put her arms back on to the top ring ropes straight away. The brunette might have feared another chop was coming but instead, Emma planted a foot in her body and monkey flipped her to the mat at the centre of the ring. Amy landed heavily, not used to taking those kind of landings perhaps, and Violet found herself Emma’s target once more, just as she threatened to stir, this time with a leg drop across the chest.

The blonde protested weakly then as Emma unclasped her bra and forced it a little roughly from her body to expose her breasts. Violet wasn’t in much shape to stop her from doing it though as Emma hung the bra from the ropes in the girl’s corner, then turned her attention back to Amy. She took a right hand to the body as Amy tried to counter being forced to her feet by a handful of hair, but Emma shook that off and lifted Amy up into a crushing bearhug. Holding the brunette off the mat, powerful arms grinding into her lower back, Emma squeezed her hard, making Amy’s eyes go wider with surprise at the power she felt. Her hands went up to her own head for a moment as the pain washed over her and it looked like a submission might be forthcoming. Then they went to Emma’s hair, close to the scalp, and tried to force her head out from being well tucked in, to try and steer it into her own breasts for a smother. Amy knew that had been effective enough before and so did Emma, meaning that a real battle of wills took place, neither seeming totally to have the upper-hand, until Emma’s eyes went wide with sudden pain. She had forgotten all about Violet in her battle with Amy, and the blonde had been able to take advantage of that from behind her with a crotch kick. Emma dropped Amy, dropped to her knees in front of the brunette, and Amy tucked Emma’s head under her right arm before dropping back to the mat to plant Emma’s forehead into it. Just like that, the pendulum had swung in to the favour of the team for the first time in this fourth fall.

Tellingly, they were patient now, realising that perhaps it served them better to punish Emma for her mistake rather than simply go straight for the submission again. Violet delivered an elbow drop to Emma’s back, getting the point of her elbow between the shoulder blades, before both sought to get Emma up to her feet. Successful in that, they sent her into the ropes, waiting as Emma came a little listlessly off them, to mow her down with a double clothesline, hands clasped together. Emma was down and now Amy lifted her own partner Violet as if she was going to body slam her, then did exactly that with some innovative offense, slamming her partner on to Emma’s stomach. Emma groaned, winded by that, and Violet rolled off her to the mat to recover, taking care to clutch one of Emma’s ankles to stop her rolling away as Amy went to the ropes for momentum to deliver a leg drop across Emma’s big breasts. “UMMFFHH!” Emma gasped at the effective impact as now Amy noticed for the first time that Violet was topless and asked her “where’s your top Vi?”

“The bitch got it off me!” the blonde said, pointing to the ropes where it hug now with a smile on her face.

“Want it back?” Amy asked her girl as she climbed off the mat again.

“No, it’s cool” Violet smirked. “I don’t mind fighting with the girls on show!” she said as she released Emma’s ankle, walked so that she was stood one leg either side of her body, and then sat down heavily on Emma’s big breasts. Emma gasped as she was winded again, and the tag team grew that little bit more confident as Violet held her in a schoolgirl pin for the moment, hands pinned to the mat above her head and Violet gripped her wrists. Unknown to Emma, they gave her the briefest glimpse of how they planned to win this fourth fall then as Amy lowered into a reverse face sit for a moment, facing Violet who she kissed before the blonde reminded her “not yet...”. The plan was to work Emma over some more as they had control now. Amy adopted a disappointed look, but she knew it was the plan, and she got off Emma’s face well before the prospect of a quick smother submission. Violet got up too, at least a part of the way before sitting back down, this time on Emma’s stomach, forcing the air from her body as they looked to keep her as compliant as possible with their plans. Amy was back in position, kneeling on the mats behind Emma’s head, and was quickly into her hair to wrench her into a sleeper hold with Emma still semi reclined against her body. Trouble for Emma and with a capital T, as Violet was off her so she could deliver a kick to the belly to make Emma groan again. The sleeper was well enough applied by Amy too, though Emma could resist it for now with her chin tucked in defensively, even as Amy tried to rag her head around. The strength difference was helping Emma counter it seemed, but was it as much that it suited Amy and Violet to have her fight it defensively for longer?

Violet held the role of punisher for now it seemed and she kneeled in front of Emma and simply grabbed her breasts through her white body suit, mauling them with a smile on her face. She was disappointed to find that there was little in the way of response from Emma who just smiled back thinly as she still fought against the sleeper hold.

“Is that it?” Emma asked the surprised blonde.

“Get her tits out Vi” Amy suggested to her girlfriend, “then do it like I showed you…”

Violet made no comment, but there was a look of recognition in her eyes as she started to try and remove the top of Emma’s one piece bodysuit. Of course Emma fought against it, grabbing Violet only to take a short right hand to the belly from the blonde. It wasn’t that Violet hit hard; Emma had certainly been hit harder, but by chance or design the blonde had a real knack of hitting the mark with her short punches. Emma gasped and Violet went back to the shoulder straps of Emma’s suit, this time making relatively short work of pulling them down, then rolling the suit down Emma’s body until her belly button was visible. “All the way down?” Violet mused with a smile on her face, but her target was clear enough, and she latched on to Emma’s nipples, twisting both before getting her nails into the underside of Emma’s breasts. Emma tried to stay stoic, but the flare in her eyes told Violet that she was hurting her enough now, even before Emma’s hands went to hers to try and prise them free. That in turn allowed Amy to tighten the sleeper a notch now, drawing an exasperated gasp from Emma. Neither attack on her was enough to cause a submission by itself, but the combination of them threatened to be overwhelming, especially as Violet forced a knee between her legs now, and slowly started to rub it there sensually. That was another test for Emma to cope with, though she was experienced enough to handle it for now at least.

Amy worked the sleeper tighter for a moment, then broke off, plunging both hands into Emma’s auburn hair, to start to force her up to her feet. This was a high risk moment for the two lighter women, though Emma was quickly subdued by one of those effective punches by Violet, and she was pushed back to the ropes. She rebounded, at no great speed, into a double back elbow to the chest that knocked her back into the ropes again, where she stayed this time, clutching the top rope. Now came the chops, from both women, taking turns to lash them in across her breasts from opposite sides, each one landing with the sharp report of palm on bare flesh ringing around the garage. They were accompanied by the protesting moans and groans of Emma too as she felt them land. Amy surprised her again now with a kick to the inner thigh, though the blocked the same attempt from Violet, but it was scant respite; the two lighter women simply swarmed all over her with slaps and punches coming in from all angles as she tried in vain to block and resist. Amy made her gasp with a breast grab now, showing she was effective enough at mauling a woman while Violet looked to go for a crotch maul which was thwarted as Emma crossed her left leg in front of her right. Violet slapped at her thigh instead, leaving a mark of her own before starting to pull and rip at her white fishnet stockings. Emma maintained her defensive position, but she was on one leg tellingly, as Amy hacked at her lower leg suddenly with a kick, chopping Emma down to her butt on the mat. She didn’t stay there for long, pulled to her feet by no less than three hands in her hair, while Violet’s other hand grabbed her right breasts just to ensure that there was total compliance. There was always a risk for them whenever they got Emma back upright, but they’d done a good job of taking control here, rendering Emma’s resistance largely meaningless as two hands went between her legs and she found herself lifted for a double body slam at the centre of the ring.

Despite the relative difference in stature between the two women and Emma, she was slammed with a real authority now, punished by the impact and the immediate follow up splash across the belly from Violet as her hips rose from the mat. “OOOFFF!” Emma groaned, not knowing that Amy was already hitting the ropes to deliver an impact of her own with a leg drop across Emma’s bare breasts. Emma was rocked to the core now as Violet molested her breasts for a moment or two before she and Amy got up off the canvas once again, now looking to put the finishing touches to this fall and tie up the score with a few minutes still to go. They backed Emma up to the ropes and sent her off to the opposite side before she would rebound into a clever double team drop kick. Amy had one arm around Violet’s waist, the other beneath her ass, while the blonde had her arms around the brunette’s neck. The perfect setup for an assisted lift, as Violet stretched her legs out, allowing her stocking clad feet to slam into Emma’s chest and flatten her at the centre of the ring. It was time, the look between Amy and Violet said it, and they took their positions on top of Emma. Violet first dropping heavily on her body then shifting so that she was sat on her breasts, bouncing her butt a little there. Then Amy joined her in the reverse face sit on Emma’s face, her legs spread a little wider than Violet’s to make sure Emma took the full brunt of it. She leaned forward, grabbing Violet’s hair lightly to pull her in for a kiss as Emma moaned loudly beneath them, trying to bridge and buck but finding the combined 262lbs to be just too much to move.

“Submit?” Amy asked her, but Emma gave no immediate response as she focussed her efforts on trying to wriggle free if she could. Amy shrugged and kissed Violet again while the blonde got her nails into the underside of Emma’s breasts again, sending a little jolt of pain through her body. The blonde and the brunette were content to wait it out now, until Emma submitted, knowing that the facesit was the trump card in their hand when Emma’s air started to run out, which inevitably it did soon enough, forcing Emma to tap at the mats in submission. Amy and Violet rolled off her, Amy going to the timer while Violet went back to their corner. Of the three women, only Amy still had her breasts covered for the final stages of a match poised interestingly at 2-2 with a one on one session next to start as the timer sounded. A timer which showed that tantalisingly, only a few minutes remained of the fight. Time enough for either the team or the solo fighter to gain a decisive win. Emma was a little the worse for wear now, a testament to the work of Violet and Amy, but if she could keep this fall to one on one action, her power and experience might be enough to see her over the line. Violet and Amy in return needed to find a way of tagging in and out regularly on Emma to gain the advantage, something they were deep in conversation trying to work out as the timer sounded. Emma was a little surprised then to find it was Violet, the smaller of the two women, that left the corner to face her in a topless tussle.

Speed was on the side of the blonde who amused Emma by hitting the ropes to pick up momentum for a shoulder block that moved Emma absolutely nowhere. Violet was unperturbed though, hitting the ropes a second time to try the same move, once again not managing to shift Emma by even an inch. “Try again” Emma suggested now, “third time lucky and all that..” she smiled. Violet needed no encouragement it seemed, running to the ropes quickly, but this time a little nearer her corner so Amy could tag her back without Emma having noticed it. This time, Violet jumped at Emma, almost putting herself into a bearhug. Crucially though, she made sure she was blocking Emma’s view, so that when Amy caught her low in the belly with a kick it carried as much surprise as force. Violet clapped her hands around Emma’s ears to dizzy her, before she dropped to the mat and both girls grabbed one of Emma’s arms to send her to a posting in their own corner of the ring. Emma knew that she needed to get out of there quickly, but she found Amy rushing in to force her back against the turnbuckles as Violet went to the outside. Amy grabbed the middle ropes and sent a shoulder into Emma’s body which Emma half countered with a short knee lift, leaving both women a little winded. Both of them knew that they needed to suck it up and attack, and as Emma clubbed a forearm down on Amy’s back lacking a little power, the brunette was managing to thread Emma’s leg out over the middle rope. Down on her knees, Amy lunged with a headbutt to the belly now and Emma groaned loudly as she was winded. Amy struck decisively, a knee lift to the crotch landing totally undefended. “NNNNNGGHHHH...fucking bitch!” Emma protested as she sagged there in the corner, one leg still draped out over the middle rope. Amy knew her work was done for now, and she tagged Violet back in to the match.

The blonde was a whirlwind of activity now, chopping right and left hands into Emma’s body as Amy looked on approvingly from the outside. Violet switched her attack upstairs now, a slap setting Emma’s right breast swinging before she slapped her face. Neither blow was powerful, though they were well delivered; Emma pushed her off, gaining a few feet of space to try and manoeuvre out of the corner, only to stumble getting her foot out of the ropes. Violet reacted the quicker now, rushing back in to grab auburn hair and send Emma into a face first meeting with the top turnbuckle to daze her. The blonde quickly pulled Emma’s white bodysuit down further now, knowing that the suspenders still attached to her stockings would hold it place around her legs for now to limit her movement. She sent a hard forearm across Emma’s lower back now, keeping her trapped in the corner then by simply leaning in to her, so that Amy could tag herself back in.

From the outside, Amy grabbed Emma’s hair and slammed her face into the turnbuckle, making sure the fight was still well under control as she traded places with the blonde in the ring. Facing the turnbuckle, Emma didn’t see Amy shaping up to deliver two kicks to the inside of each leg, just widening her stance a little with each. Experience saw her brace herself for what inevitably followed with the third kick going straight into the crotch. It helped her little with the pain that coursed through her body though as she leaned into the turnbuckles groaning “Aaagghhhh…...mmmmnnhhhh!”

“Submit?” Amy asked, not expecting Emma to do that for a second. She wasn’t too disappointed then when Emma groaned “no way”

“I thought so” Amy said softly before reacquainting Emma’s face with the top turnbuckle again and allowing Violet to tag herself back in with a playful slap to her ass. The blonde was once again all action now, knowing that time was running down if they wanted the chance to claim a win. She spun Emma around, eyes very much on Emma’s big breasts which she lashed with chops before simply sinking into them for a double handed breast maul. Emma tried to remain impassive, but the little moan from her lips, no matter how quiet, showed the blonde that was working effectively. Her focus was totally on punishing Emma until her mouth let out a gasp of her own as Emma kneed her in the belly and asked her if she’s like a closer look at her tits before pulling her face in there by the hair to put her into a standing breast smother. Now though, it was Emma so focussed on her attack that she left herself open with Amy able to reach in and quietly tag her partner. As Emma continued to smother Violet, Amy climbed on to the second rope behind her,, before jumping on to her back, securing her grip with arms around Emma’s neck and head in a simple sleeper hold.

No matter how simple it was, it was effective though, as Amy secured her position a little more with legs scissoring around Emma’s body. Emma released Violet now, taking a short punch to the belly from the blonde for her troubles. Her hands went to Amy’s arms around her neck though, pulling at them as she felt the sleeper already taking a toll after almost thirty minutes of fighting. It seemed the odds might have finally caught up with her as she stumbled a little, almost going to her knees before fighting it and righting herself for now. Amy was relentless, just slowly working Emma’s head side to side, each movement helping her to tighten the hold a little while her stocking clad legs crimped into Emma’s side. She tried to fight it, but this time Emma did drop to a knee on the mat, with Amy still clinging to her tightly like a limpet. “Submit Emma!” Amy said; this time it was less a question and more a demand from the brunette. She knew that she had Emma, it was only a question of if Emma could maybe hold out to the time limit at this point. She was fading though as Violet encouraged Amy to “keep working the hold” from the outside.

Of course the brunette did just that until tellingly she was able to force Emma to her back, still in the hold, and now trapped ever more securely between her legs. Emma’s face was flushed with the last desperate efforts to hold on, but even she couldn’t deny the well applied hold. With only seconds remaining in the fight, she had to tap out, knowing that the alternative was to pass out at the hands of the brunette. Violet dutifully went to stop the time now, noting “there’s only twenty seconds left!” as she did so.

Emma gasped as she was released, lying there to quickly suck in breath to replenish her lungs, but she knew that the game was up for today. There was no way that she could force an equalising submission in the remaining time. Instead, she decided that the answer was to concede defeat now, telling Amy and Violet “you’ve fought well ladies. I suggest you use this break to work out your victory pose!”

“Are you sure?” Amy asked her.

“You’ve earned it” Emma admitted to them. “You know how to work as a team pretty well.”

“And we didn’t really think that one woman could run two so close. But we knew if anyone could it was going to be you” Violet admitted. “You’re so tough.”

“But today, not tough enough” Emma admitted, staying down as she thought she knew just what the pose of choice would be. She was right too when the timer sounded and immediately Amy took the reverse face sit, Violet sat on Emma’s body facing her, both sitting more lightly than they had before as they kissed each other until the time limit ran out now.

There were no ill effects of the bout for Emma who had in truth enjoyed the challenge of facing two lighter ladies under the format. But it would serve as a timely reminder for her that private fighting still could hold plenty of different and tough tests for her.