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Hard Woman to Beat

By Wolfboy

Can Emma secure the number one contender spot to take on Toni?

Sara had been successful in offering her managerial services to Kensi following the young blonde’s harsh defeat at the hands of her own mother. The two were in training now with Sara aiming to cultivate a mean streak in the blonde, confident that she could return her to the championship picture if she did so. On the same evening, the rising star of German catfighting, Lena Lehrer, had put on something of a clinic in demolishing Costa Rican cat Maria Vasquez. That had pushed Lena towards the title picture; a final eliminator with Emma would decide who was going to take on Toni for her Smythe Championship. Following the Texan’s impressive victory in Mexico, it was clear that she was a worthy champion who was going to provide a tough test for whichever of the two women that would ultimately face her.

Lena was a catfighter from the old school style of fighting; she loved to wrestle, get up close and maul a woman as she controlled her in long, grinding wrestling holds. She was as much wrestler as catfighter in style, but there was no doubt that she could get down and dirty as well as the next woman when the situation called for it. Her last opponent, Maria, had discovered that as she was dominated for large periods and punished pretty effectively by the big, curvy, German woman. Emma was pretty clear that she didn’t want to wrestle with Lena if she could help it; she intended to turn their 30 minutes; most submissions wins contest into a fight rather than a bout of wrestling skill. She knew that she was going to have to keep the match upright for as long as she could do, and take it to the mat on her own terms as much as possible. I suspected that she was going to have to rely on her toughness as well at times to get the win.

We were first to the ring that evening, a real buzz in the mansion as the crowd anxiously waited to see who would have the next shot at Toni to try and bring the title back ‘home’. Emma looked out at the crowd, a crowd that contained a few well-known faces. Sara was there, unusually firmly in Emma’s camp tonight. Her tormentor, and the current UK fight club and Hong Kong syndicate champion, Staci Goulding was there; The Goddess revelling in the attention she received at ringside. Melissa Devlin was there too, a recent and as yet unknown victor over Emma in a long, draining private match. Emma looked out at them all from her corner of the ring, relaxed as she patently awaited the arrival of the powerful German, she was due to fight. Emma looked a picture, wearing black opaque hold-up stockings, a white crop top and thong over which she wore a white micro dress that had the tiniest pleated skirts, the top of the dress no more that a pair of one-inch wide straps that stretched over her breasts. She stretched lightly while a stir in the crowd showed us that the German fighter, Lena, was on her way to the ring.

Lena herself had proved to be a popular fighter in her matches with the Smythe federation as well, her preferred style generally leading to a lot of hard, up close, catfighting action. Today’s fight I fancied would offer nothing different as the buxom German woman slipped through the ropes, her robe parting to give a glimpse of the peach coloured lingerie she wore for the fight. Long, curly raven coloured hair hung around her shoulders to the middle of her back, matching the length of Emma’s lightly curled auburn hair. It was warm in the ring room that evening and in an odd way, I fancied that Emma’s defeat to Melissa in the sapping heat over one hour of catfighting might stand her in good stead in what was likely to be a hard, sapping contest for both women.

The ring announcer picked up his microphone now, starting the introductions as both ladies waited patiently in their corners. There was no obvious animosity between the two pre-match, but I didn’t doubt that they would fight hard and dirty when the bell rang. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a catfight to determine the next challenger for the Smythe Championship, and it will be settled by the most submissions won in a 30-minute period of catfighting’ the announcer began. ‘There will be a one-minute break between falls at the discretion of the winner. If the break isn’t taken, the action must continue with a different move being applied. Now let me introduce, first on my right, a multiple time former Smythe champion, Emma Baines. Emma is 5 feet 10 inches tall, 169lbs, she is 38 years old and measures 40E-28-38 with a record of 52 wins and 18 defeats.’ Emma stepped forward to acknowledge the crowd as the announcer continued ‘and on my right is her opponent, Lena Lehrer. Lena is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 182lbs, she is 29 years old and measures 40DD-29-42 with a catfight record of 17 wins and 2 losses.’ The crowd applauded Lena too, the German woman letting her robe drop to the floor. Curvier than an alpine mountain road, Lena’s peach coloured lace bodysuit accentuated her body to perfection. Thin straps at her shoulders helped to contain her DD breasts while her thick legs were encased in a pair of nude hold up stockings.

There was no further ceremony, the bell rang and the match was underway with the two women slowly circling each other, neither wanting to commit the first move. The German woman may have had the curves of an alpine road; Emma knew that she was every bit as dangerous should she lose control of the match while she was in the ring with her. Still, both wanted to fight, and it was only a matter of time before Lena grabbed for Emma’s auburn hair and Emma made her pay with a stinging slap to the face. Lena smiled back at her, taking the blow, and starting to circle again, both jousting for the opening. This time Emma made the first move looking to reel Lena into a side headlock, only to be blocked by the German woman with an elbow to the stomach, and it was Emma this time forced to back up, acknowledging the German’s blow as she did. As ever though, if two fighting women are brought together, it would only take one spark to light the touch paper before the action really got started. Here, it was Emma stopping Lena dead with a stiff jab to the face, and grabbing the hair to lead her to the corner and slam her face into the top turnbuckle. Emma set Lena up for an Irish Whip only for the raven-haired wrestler to reverse it and send Emma hard to the buckle. Lena followed in, rushing the corner to deliver a splash, only to find Emma able to dart out of the way. Lena managed to slow up, not catching the worst of the impact, but Emma was quick, slamming her knuckles into Lena’s kidney area twice from behind as she looked to soften the powerful German woman up.

She looked to grab Lena’s shoulders now, trying to pull her down onto her upturned knees, but as Emma fell back to the mat, Lena grabbed the top ropes and shrugged off the attempt. Suddenly, Emma was at Lena’s feet and in trouble straightaway as the German woman kicked her arse, quite literally, before diving down on top of her, lying her body on top of Emma as best she could, DD breasts threatening to smother her as she did so. Emma tried to roll her, to no effect; the German woman held a solid base and was far from easy to move. Emma tried to push her feet on to the turnbuckle to aid her in bridging only for Lena to lift her body slightly off Emma before dropping back to crush her back to the mat and drop the bridge. The headlock was a staple of Lena’s attacks, using it to soften opponents up and set them up for her more punishing moves. Her hand in Emma’s hair pulled and ripped away too, drawing the first moan of pain from Emma who replied in kind, getting a hand into Lena’s raven coloured locks. Fighting for position in that ladylike style, both women protested as they felt the burning pain in their scalps before Lena showed good ring awareness, getting her own feet over the middle rope. Using it for leverage, she was able to lay more of her body weight into Emma now, completing the breast smother, and Emma was trapped and in some trouble now.

Still ripping at Emma’s hair, Lena’s position on the ropes also meant that she was able to lean plenty of her 182lbs into Emma’s face, quickly demanding a submission from Emma to the breast smother. Emma refused, shrieking in pain once more as she felt the burning pain in her scalp from Lena’s hair pulling. Fortunately for Emma, the advantage Lena had garnered with her feet on the ropes was also her weakness as with her side exposed as a target, Emma took advantage to swing a couple of hard knees into the body. Lena was forced off her, and the two women scrambled to their feet, a little distance between them, circling as they continued to size each other up. Five minutes into a thirty-minute contest, there was still quite an air of caution between the two ladies, and no immediate rush to escalate the pace as slaps were exchanged at range. Of course, in any fight between like minded women it only takes a small spark to push it onto the next level again; here, it was both women landing with slaps to the face almost simultaneously. Each immediately looked to follow up, more concerned with attack than defence, both trying for knees to the body and the whole exchange ended in an untidy tangle and both women rolling on the mat in a catball. Now the true colours of fighting women couldn’t help but come to the fore; slapping, scratching, punching, pulling at hair, it was all fair game suddenly. Lena leaned her head in as she enjoyed a brief moment on top of the catball, looking to bite Emma’s breasts it seemed. The momentum then brought Emma to the top with a knee to the pussy putting paid to the attempted bite; instead, Lena’s face was pulled deep into Emma’s breasts, arms tightly wrapped around the back of Lena’s head, and now it was the busty blonde in danger from the breast smother.

Not that Lena was prone to giving in easily though. The catball stopped its progress finally with Emma firmly on top and quickly surprised to find her legs grapevined from beneath by Lena. Spreading her base as she did so and forcing Emma to rest her body into the German woman’s for balance. Quickly, Lena moved to trap Emma in a body scissors now, thick, powerful thighs snapped tightly shut around Emma’s waist. Emma groaned in pain but in turn, tightened her grip with her arms around Lena’s head, drawing the raven-haired fighter deeper into the smothering softness of her breasts and it was really a battle of attrition. Emma, confident her smother would take its effect before she was forced to concede to Lena’s powerful legs, was content to keep the smother in place. Lena in return, kept up the pressure fiercely with her scissors, the muscles in her thighs rippling as she looked to force Emma into a rethink. The first signs that Emma maybe had her came as Lena started to paw and pull at Emma’s arms, then a couple of body punches, before a hand reached for and pushed at Emma’s face, trying to force Emma off her in any way she could to force an easing in the increasingly air tight smother.

‘Give up?’ Emma asked, sensing now the increasingly laboured breathing of her opponent, experience alone telling her that Lena was on the verge of having to submit. It didn’t stop the raven-haired fighter from tightening her boa constrictor like grip her thighs had Emma in one last time, drawing a long, loud cry of pain from Emma. But then, the power suddenly subsided in the scissor and Lena was tapping at the mat, giving the first submission to Emma after 8 minutes of catfighting. Perhaps a critical early advantage in a match where both women seemed to be so well matched too. Emma elected for the one-minute break in the action, returning to the corner, rubbing her ribs where Lena had only a few seconds earlier had her thick thighs wrapped so tightly around her.

‘Nice job babe!’ I congratulated Emma back in the corner, before cautioning her ‘stick with your game plan to make a fight out if it if you can, she’s still plenty dangerous’ I finished, the short break in the action not allowing for much more.

‘Got you hon’ Emma replied as she headed back to the centre of the ring, ready for the start of the second fall. Both women still looked more or less immaculate as they eyed each other, awaiting the instruction to fight, outfits still largely untouched, hair just a little dishevelled. The referee called for the start of the second fall, and Emma started strongly, sticking with the game plan to rock Lena’s head back with a stiff jab to the face as the raven-haired German tried to close in. Lena wiped her mouth, shook her head, and carried on stalking Emma who continued to hold her at bay with well timed punches and slaps. Lena’s strategy was clear, the German woman continuing to stalk Emma, looking for her chance to grapple with her. Emma knew that Lena had to the ability to wrestle with any woman, so she was equally determined to avoid that if she could. Another slap rocked Lena’s head to the side as it cracked off her cheek and the first couple of minutes of this session passed with the same pattern continuing; Lena would track Emma around the ring while Emma would time her shots well enough to keep her at bay. It was a game of cat and mouse, one in which both women fancied that they were the cat.

Lena was patient and took what Emma threw at her for now, before she thought she’d spotted an opening to get control of her. In fact, Emma had drawn her in perfectly to cut Lena off with a knee to the body followed by a big uppercut to the underside of the breasts that rocked Lena back into the corner of the ring. Lena’s back touched the turnbuckles and Emma launched a front kick to the stomach, looking to take the wind out of her; now it was Lena who had sucked Emma in, and she caught the kick, leaving Emma hopping on one foot now. Lena smiled as she launched a kick up into the hamstring of Emma’s right leg before sweeping her left leg out from beneath her to put Emma flat on her back in the corner of the ring. Still having hold of the right leg, Lena took the opportunity to drive her knee into the hamstring now, a blow that drew a grunt of pain from Emma as she felt the German woman starting to soften her up now. Lena was a wrestler at heart, a cruel one at that, schooled in the no holds barred underground style at home in Germany and she was prepared to play the long game now. Pinning Emma’s left leg to the mat with a foot stamped down on the lower leg, Lena twisted and torqued the right leg now with a simple, and highly effective toe hold. Using the grip to turn Emma’s foot to the side, the pressure was quickly on the whole leg as Lena worked the hold expertly.

‘No way’ Emma replied as Lena asked her if she wanted to submit to the hold, quickly followed by another cry of pain as the raven-haired German forced her foot another couple of degrees against the joint. Then Lena dropped to her right knee, driving her left into the back of the hamstring once again. As Emma groaned from that, Lena hurt her again, this time spreading Emma to deliver a stomp to the pit of the stomach. Emma rolled away across the mat to try and put some space between her and Lena, but the German woman was waiting on her to take a front headlock as Emma rose. From the front, she levered Emma’s left arm up her back in a hammerlock, foregoing the headlock as she drove a punch deep into Emma’s belly. The hammerlock ensured that Emma stayed standing as Lena waited a moment before she spun Emma away from her, keeping hold of the arm to arrest her progress across the ring and pull her back into a shoulder check that the solidly built German woman used to flatten her. Again now, Lena waited patiently, allowing Emma to rise into her grasp for a big lift and body slam at the centre of the ring. Too slowly, Lena took to the ropes now, looking to deliver a flying leg drop across the breasts only to find Emma moving aside to avoid the move.

Catching nothing but mat, Lena clutched at her own butt cheeks for an instant as she felt the harsh impact. Both women rose at about the same time and were straight back into it in the centre of the ring, both using a double handful of hair to try and force the other woman back. They were each wide open to a knee to the body and it was Emma who took that chance, forcing Lena to hurriedly suck in air as she crushed it from her lungs with the well delivered blow. Emma rushed Lena back to the corner, flogging her DD breasts with a stinging knife edged chop before using the hair to force Lena to bend back over the top turnbuckle as she leaned into her. Then Emma looked for a downward chop to the top of the breasts as she released the hair, the flat of her hand cracking off Lena’s chest loudly, forcing the German woman to double forward a little, clutching the top rope as she had to fight off the searing pain for a moment. Emma looked to force her upright, reared back a fist which she planned to deliver to the jaw of the raven-haired wrestler, and then crumpled to the mat in pain as Lena showed she was happy to get down and dirty with a knee to the pussy.

Emma had dropped to her knees and Lena completed the task of putting her on her back easily enough with a snap kick to the breasts. Now, she took a dislike to Emma’s white micro dress, ripping it from Emma’s body before wrapping it around Emma’s throat. She used that to force Emma to her feet, and quickly snap mare her to the mat in a seated position. Again, Lena took to the ropes, releasing the dress that now hung around Emma’s neck like a scarf. Lena may not have been moving at great speed but her low drop kick to the chest flattened Emma as it tested the resilience of her white crop top. Lena was already back to the legs, grabbing both before snapping both of Emma’s legs apart in a wishbone type move that drew a cry of pain from Emma know who rolled away clutching her legs. Methodical, the German woman stalked her now, allowing Emma to rise before cruelly cutting her down with a kick across the back of the legs. Lena’s strategy was increasingly evident now, and the fight past the half way point with the action continuing in the same style. Emma would counter at times, having her moments, but Lena would punish her legs at every chance, putting her in increasing pain and trouble each time. Starting to limp a little more obviously, Emma finally found some counter success as Lena drifted too close, using a handful of raven hair to reel her into a side headlock. Immediately, Lena backed Emma up to the ropes and fired Emma off to the opposite ropes before showing impressive agility to get her 182lb frame airborne for a flying dropkick. Unfortunately for her though, Emma had grabbed the top rope on the opposite side of the ring, stopping her progress immediately, and Lena landed hard on her back in the centre of the ring. Emma dived for her now, a crushing big splash in the centre of the ring which she converted to a cross pin. Making quick work of the shoulder straps of the German woman’s peach bodysuit, Emma eased that down and sunk her nails with abandon into a set of evidently quite sensitive DD breasts.

‘Aaaaagggghhh! Nein, Nein!!’ the German woman cried out as Emma started to punish her, breaking of from the breast mauling for a moment to club a punch into Lena’s belly as she tried to bridge. Lena was trying to squirm her hand free from between Emma’s legs now, but so far without success as Emma’s legs held her hand firmly in place and she started to get back into those sensitive DD breasts after warming them up with two stinging slaps. Lena bridged again now, and that allowed Emma to switch tactics pretty quickly as she clamped a hand down between Lena’s legs in a crotch maul. Emma wanted to keep working the breast maul, so she released Lena’s hand to allow that, accepting that she would get her hair pulled in turn by the German woman who shrieked in pain as she felt Emma’s nails working on her. Lena responded, but not with the hair attack most expected; instead she clamped her free hand over Emma’s nose and mouth in a hand smother that suddenly put the fall back in the balance. Emma punched and mauled her breasts now, eliciting another cry of pain while her crotch maul continued to trouble Lena as well. ‘Submit!’ Emma implored Lena as she worked hard on the breasts once again. ‘No, you submit bitch!’ Lena responded, managing to pinch Emma’s nose shut into the bargain now, the hand smother well and truly on.

‘No”’ Emma replied, her voice distorted and muffled by the hand clamped tightly over nose and mouth now. It seemed likely to be the pivotal exchange of the match; if Emma could gain a submission then a 2-0 lead might prove decisive, should Lena prevail with a long, draining smother, it seemed likely that she would take it out of Emma and perhaps secure the upper hand for the last part of the fight.

Emma sensed the danger more than the advantage, feeling the tight smother starting to threaten her. In the end neither woman would gain the submission, Emma breaking Lena’s hand smother with two sharp punches to the breasts, forcing her to defend herself momentarily, and Emma got off her, inviting Lena back to her feet now. ‘Ten minutes’ the announcer chimed in ‘ten minutes remaining in the match.’ Emma started to circle with Lena once more, happy to fight at distance, fight standing up as she lit up Lena’s uncovered DD breasts with a couple of stiff jabs. ‘You bitch!’ Lena moaned, but she wasn’t easily cowed, continuing to circle, slowly looking to herd Emma in to a corner if she could. Emma lead again, this time a fast slap, but she mistakenly tried to kick out at Lena then and the German woman caught her foot, and with Emma hopping a little on one foot, it was Lena who struck home with a hard kick up into the hamstring of the right leg she had targeted earlier. A second kick followed, this time to the pussy, and just like that, the German woman had control of the fight as Emma dropped to the mat howling in pain. Again now, Lena showed that she was an uncompromising wrestler at heart, pulling Emma towards the ring ropes by that right leg which she placed across the bottom rope. Using the bottom rope as something of a springboard now, Lena launched herself into a butt drop across the leg, drawing a cry of pain from Emma.

Lena headed to the outside now, taking the leg and slamming it down in to the apron; Emma cried out once again, tried to roll away but found Lena stopping her progress with a handful of hair. Now the raven haired fraulein drove the point of her elbow in to the back of Emma’s thigh, grinding it in hard as she did so to punish Emma. The German may have been focussed in her attack, but she didn’t turn down chances to hurt Emma in other ways, now grabbing both legs to pull her off the ring apron to the outside, and a hard landing on the thin mats there. Emma rolled away again, suffering from the painful impact on the outside as well as the punishment she’d shipped to the leg. As she rolled to her front, Lena targeted her perfectly again, a knee drop to the hamstring now, and Emma screamed in pain as the targeted attacks of the German woman were clearly starting to break her down now. Lena was measured though, patient, and it served her well as she avoided a desperate nail slash to the body while bringing Emma to her knees by the hair. Her retaliation was a crushing forearm across the shoulders to knock Emma face first to the mats outside the ring. Now, finally, Lena showed her catty streak too, putting her own nails to good use as she raked Emma’s back before bunching her white thong up into a tight wedgie. She used that grip of the thong, plus a handful of auburn hair to force Emma to her feet and roll her into the ring now. Just inside the ring though, and Lena was able to grab Emma’s legs and immediately drag her back to the edge of the apron where she lifted and slammed the back of Emma’s leg hard on the unforgiving ring edge. Emma cried out in pain; Lena kept hold of the leg and dragged Emma towards the corner post now. I think Emma though at that point Lena was going to slam her leg into the post but no, instead she positioned Emma one leg either side of it, and using both ankles, pulled her crotch first to the unforgiving cold steel. Emma howled in pain now, and time running a little low in the fight or not, it was Lena squarely in the driving seat now.

Finally, the German woman got back into the ring now, providing Emma with scant respite before she pulled her from the mat by her flowing auburn hair. Emma was clearly favouring her right leg, worked on so often by Lena in the fight now as she was aided to her feet. It wasn’t Lena’s next target though, waist locking Emma in to a crotch crushing atomic drop as her methodical assault continued. Emma was pushed off Lena’s knee to the mat, but there was no respite for her as Lena grabbed the right leg, kicking and then delivering another knee drop to that right hamstring. That drew a real gasp of pain from Emma as she writhed in pain on the mat; Lena was proving to be a very different kind of opponent for her to tackle. She was clearly far less catfighter and far more wrestler, prepared to be focussed and methodical in her aim to break an opponent down. Her target remained the right leg and she grabbed it now into a spinning leg lock before dropping to the canvas with it still scissored between her legs, and the look on Emma’s face suggested the pain she was in as she beat at the canvas with her arms in frustration. Lena grabbed Emma’s right foot now, twisting that painfully and as my wife howled in pain once again, I wondered if an equalising submission was coming. That would have been to discount Emma’s toughness though, and gritting her teeth she sat up just enough to grab Lena’s curly raven hair, wrenching hard on it as she tried to pull her tormentor off balance now.

She succeeded too; in part at least as she pulled Lena over on top of her, but she paid for that with a flailing elbow to the face that broke her grip of the hair. Lena decided to move on from the toe hold now, releasing the foot now and getting up to wait behind Emma, patiently biding her time in a blind spot as she allowed Emma to get slowly, painfully, to her feet. ‘Five minutes remaining in the match’ the announcer now informed everyone in attendance. Lena was still patient though, prepared to allow Emma to reach a standing position with the aid of the ropes before she chopped her down again to the mat with a hard kick to the back of the right leg. Again, the patient waiting game from Lena, this time chopping Emma down just before she got fully upright with another hard kick. Emma’s hands wet to her leg as she rolled in pain near the ropes which Lena used for balance and leverage as she delivered a series of stomps to Emma’s body now. Focussing mainly, but not exclusively, on Emma’s right leg, Lena was ferocious in her attack now, lifting the tempo of her attacks finally as she felt time running short in the match.

That she had Emma in severe trouble was in little doubt as a handful of auburn hair forced her to her feet, hobbling quite heavily on the right leg before Lena threw her hard into the corner. Her back to the turnbuckles, Emma tried to fight back, firing a right hand at Lena’s face; to no avail as the German woman blocked and then sunk her fist into Emma’s belly instead. Only Lena’s voluptuous body, pressed tightly into Emma stopped her from going down now. As Emma slumped over her a little, Lena shrugged her shoulder, using it to catch Emma under the chin and set her upright in the corner. Lena spun her, used the hair to slam her face into the top turnbuckle, and then spun her again as she started to set Emma up for what she hoped would be a decisive equalising submission late in the bout. Grabbing Emma’s leg, she threaded it through the middle rope in the corner, pulling hard on the foot to torque the leg painfully around the rope, then she sent a kick into the ring rope this time, allowing the rope to send a shockwave of pain through Emma’s leg. Lena pressed her body into Emma again now. slamming two fists into her belly before she finally ripped the white crop top from her body to expose her breasts. Not a key target for Lena at this stage, she nevertheless delivered a stinging slap to the breasts before reasserting her hold on Emma’s leg drawing a long, drawn out, scream of pain now as the rope bit into her leg once more.

Lena kept that grip fairly well applied but now she also searched for a crotch claw, her hand quickly inside Emma’s thong and drawing a scream of pain once more as she tried to draw the submission from her. Emma’s head was thrown back, desperately trying to hold on as she roared with pain now that the bout entered its final moments. And then, perhaps borne out of that desperation, Emma struck with a headbutt to the face of Lena. Not a devastating blow, just enough to buy her a tiny bit of breathing space as the German woman staggered back away from her. It wasn’t enough to get her out of the corner though, Lena rushing back in with a straight kick to the crotch that saw Emma immediately back in trouble. Now the German woman extricated Emma from the corner, flattened her with a clothesline and rolled her to her belly where she could cross her legs into a painful figure four. The bout would close as the time limit expired with Emma screaming in pain again as Lena pressed her body into her legs and punished her with a crotch claw. There was no cry of submission from Emma though; she held out to win the fight 1-0 and she knew that she would now go on to face Toni for the Smythe Championship and the chance to regain what she felt was her title.

As Emma was helped to her feet, still hobbling quite badly on her right leg, her opponent Lena embraced her, telling her ‘I thought I had you, but you’re a hard woman to beat Emma!’ As she raised Emma’s hand in victory, the crowd cheered for both women having put on quite the intense battle. I was already wondering though if Lena’s work on Emma’s legs had caused any longer lasting problems that I had no doubt the champion Toni would look to take advantage of.