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The Post Lady Always Knocks (Out) Twice

By Wolfboy

Waiting for her latest title defence, Emma gets a match by special delivery

I’d come downstairs one morning to find Emma in conversation with the post lady who often delivered to our house, just in time to catch a little bit of the conversation between them. Possibly the key part of it as it turned out.

‘I knew I recognised you!’ the post lady had told Emma. ‘I’d love to fight you. I mean you’re the best and you should always want to take on the best.’

‘Well, I don’t have a title fight for a while’ Emma admitted. ‘I could do with a match to keep in shape if you’re prepared to fight here?’ she enquired, explaining ‘if it’s not a title fight, my contract says it has to be totally private now.’

‘Oh I get that’ the post lady had agreed. ‘I don’t mind to fight you here as long as you have a ring and I can bring someone to second me?’ she asked.

‘Both of those things are OK’ Emma agreed. ‘We have a ring in the garage, and you can bring someone with you. So what’s your style?’ she asked now.

‘I’m a kick boxer really’ the post lady told her. ‘But I most like an underground kick boxing match with grappling and hair pulling allowed. I’ve done two of those and they’re fun; maybe we could agree on some sort of match that’s a bit of a hybrid of our two styles?’ she suggested.

‘I’m sure we can’ Emma said. ‘Look, why don’t you pop by later on. Come and look at the ring, see what you think, and we’ll agree some rules and maybe we could fight tomorrow?’she suggested.

‘I’d like that’ the post lady agreed, before going off to complete her delivery rounds.

‘What was that about Em?’ I asked as she came back into the lounge.

‘Oh….just our post lady wants to fight me’ she smiled. ‘ Nothing out of the ordinary…’

* * * * *

A little while later on that same afternoon, the post lady came back around, now to discuss the setup of the fight with Emma, who was most interested to know what happens in underground kick boxing.

‘It doesn’t really have quite the structure of a normal bout I suppose’ the post lady, who we had now learned was called Tonya, explained. ‘There aren’t rounds, or a time limit for starters. And technically there’s not really anything that’s disallowed, though the ref will usually stop anything that’s really dangerous’ she began, seeing that Emma was fascinated by it. ‘Some bouts can end in a submission, some in a knockout, but they’re always a decisive finish because there’s no time limit. And for the real grudge fights or championship fights, they’re usually nude and are best of three, so you might need two knockouts to win!’ Tonya said, her enthusiasm starting to bring the images of the fights to life a little for Emma.

‘It sounds intense’ Emma said, impressed by the form of fighting Tonya was talking about. ‘I can’t believe I’ve never heard of it, or fought anyone that’s done it before, at least as far as I know’ she admitted. ‘So Tonya, what were your fights like, and what do you want to do in our fight?’ Emma asked her.

‘I did two underground fights, won one and lost one, but both were hard battles. I won by knockout but got beaten by submissions in the other. The grappling style wasn’t really something I’d come across before, but I enjoyed the challenge of going against it in that fight. And I’ve done 15 normals fights too’ she told Emma. ‘So I’m not as experienced as you are, but I think it would work out OK. And what do I want to do in our fight? Well the rules should be a mixture of catfight and kick boxing I think. And I’d like to fight nude at some point. I wasn’t brave enough to do that in front of a crowd in my underground fights’ she admitted.

‘I can understand that’ Emma admitted. ‘I’ve been nude in front of a crowd both because the rules demanded it, and because my opponent had left me that way. Usually the latter in catfighting, and it’s never totally easy, you just kind of get used to it I guess. But we can do that if you’re comfortable. And what you’re talking about in your fights, honestly it doesn’t sound all that different from a championship catfight. So here’s my idea Tonya. You name the rules you’d like, I’ll probably think they’re just fine, and then maybe we can get at it tomorrow?’ Emma suggested.

‘Well….OK….I guess in my perfect scenario, I’d want to be good enough to be in the title fight underground’ Tonya admitted, a little sheepishly. ‘But I’ll never really be at that level. Those girls are professional, and I’m certainly not that, but maybe I can do that with you to some degree?’ she said, going on quickly to suggest, ‘how about we don’t call it a catfight or a no rules underground kick boxing match? Instead, we simply call it a fight with all that implies; you use your skills and style, I’ll use mine and we see which of the styles works out the best. And like a championship fight, call it best of three with a round ending only on submission or knockout. Five minute break between rounds, and nude after the first round has finished if we both agree we want to?’ she asked.

‘It’s a deal Tonya’ Emma smiled. ‘A straightforward fight it is. So I just have three questions’ she said, going on ‘do you wear gloves? What will you wear for the first round, and what time do you want to go at it tomorrow?’ she asked.

‘Usually MMA gloves for the underground fights Emma’ Tonya said, asking ‘do you need me to bring you a pair?’

‘No, that’s fine thanks Tonya’ Emma replied, ‘I have some that I use for training that I can wear.’

‘Oh perfect’ Tonya replied. ‘Well when I fight underground, I usually wear gym leggings or shorts with the tightest sports bra I can find’ Tonya smiled. ‘But honestly, go with whatever you’re comfortable with, because you see all sorts in these underground fights. And time? I can arrange my round so I finish here tomorrow pretty much, so about 11 in the morning depending on how much post I have to deliver tomorrow? One other thing though Emma. There’s usually a ref to count for the knockouts, but I don’t really think I want anyone extra to us and our seconds in there if I’m fighting nude. Is there a way that we can count them without a ref? It’s literally the only thing they do’ she pointed out.

‘Sure there is’ Emma smiled. ‘We have a timer system in there to count for timed rounds when we use them, but it can be set up to count out loud. We’ll just give our seconds a button, and then they can press it if we go down, and presumably the opponent doesn’t follow up?’ she said.

‘You’ve got it’ Tonya agreed. If you follow up, it can be a submission attempt only then. You can also be attacked again at any point during the count if your opponent decides to’ she said.

‘Sounds vicious’ Emma said. ‘Can’t wait’ she smiled

‘It is...and neither can I’ Tonya agreed. The rules were all set, and not it was less than 24 hours until the two women would face off in the garage ring.

* * * * *

In some ways, this was a throwback for Emma. A throwback to her first days in private fighting, taking on a largely unknown opponent, never being totally sure what she was getting in to. I knew it always gave her a thrill to hark back to those days, and there really wasn’t anything useful I could tell her about Tonya’s style, other than that she was good at posting things through letter boxes….

‘Not overly helpful Steve’ she laughed when I pointed that out. I knew this was one to let her work out for herself anyway today; it was clear from the first suggestion of the fight that she’d wanted it.

Tonya arrived, her boyfriend in tow to act as her second. ‘He’s also my kick boxing coach’ she told us both quietly, ‘but doesn’t know about the nude thing today, that’s his surprise’ she smiled as we had shown them both to the downstairs guest room to change for the fight. Emma headed upstairs to do the same, knowing that the two would meet very soon in the garage ring to fight it out. It would be tough action, but there was also no guarantee of a long fight. Given the agreed rules it was very likely to degenerate in to a dirty brawl early on and then just stay there!

Emma changed quickly, as she’d already been partly prepared in truth with no real game plan to go over. She stripped off an outer layer of clothing to reveal she’d chosen to fight the first fall in a pair of workout shorts with a matching sports bra. Further inspection would show that the set in black with some lime green flashes actually belonged to Jemma, then stretch in the fabric allowing it to cling to every curve like body paint. She had followed Tonya’s suggestion to wear the tightest sports bra she could find perfectly, to such an extent that it wasn’t even hers. But she looked relaxed and ready as she put on her black MMA gloves, fastened them, and then checked her loose auburn hair looked to her satisfaction before heading back downstairs to the garage ring. She knocked on the door of the guest room on the way past, and only had to wait a few seconds to be joined in the ring by Tonya. The brunette post lady wore a pair of light blue leggings with a matching sports bra that also clung tightly to her chest. Her MMA gloves were black like Emma’s, albeit with a flash of light blue to match her outfit. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, but looked to be around the same length as Emma’s. Each woman was barefoot, finger and toe nails painted in shades complimentary to their fighting outfits. And now that they faced each other, stripped down to fight for the first time, it was clear that they matched well enough physically. Unusually for Emma she was slightly the shorter of the two women, but each had their attributes to give them advantages in the fight.

It had been agreed that as seconds, we would introduce our own fighters before the action would begin without any further ceremony. I went first, saying ‘Emma is 45 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 170lbs, 40E-28-38 and has a record in catfights of 70 wins and 23 losses.’

Then Tonya’s boyfriend took over and said ‘Tonya is 31 years old, 6 feet tall, 165lbs and 36D-26-37 with an overall kick boxing record of 13 wins and 4 losses.’

At that, we took out seats, both with a button in hand to start and stop counts, and the two women looked at each other, nodded, and moved out the centre of the ring and touched gloves. The niceties of the fight ended quickly then though and the first exchange of the fight began with Emma delivering a slapping right hand to Tonya’s face before bringing a hard left into her body. Tonya clinched with her almost immediately, feeling the body shot it seemed, but she delivered a rabbit punch to the back of Emma’s head, using it to help her grab her first handful of auburn hair of the fight. Holding Emma’s head in place by the hair, Tonya ducked her head slightly, just enough to rub the crown of her head in Emma’s face. Not a headbutt, but uncomfortable for Emma who took a knee to the body from the rangy brunette and looked to be in a spot of trouble. She scored the first knockdown of the fight though, surprising Tonya with a well timed right hand to the body, combined perfectly with a trip to drop the brunette to her butt. The timer for the knockout was dutifully started, only for Emma to show her catfighting instinct early on, going to the hair to bring Tonya back up, negating any count. She paid for it too, Tonya swinging on her way up to her feet and nailing Emma flush in the belly. She was doubled forward very slightly as Tonya completed her climb back to her feet, and sent a thigh strike hard into the face to stagger Emma back to the ropes. That looked like a chance for Tonya to press forward and attack, but she was disciplined, keeping her range at first to rock Emma again with a front kick to the body. Emma was sent back into the ropes by it, and rebounded a little straight into a ramrod right hand jab to the face. Again it was a blow delivered crisply by the long limbs of Tonya, but not quite with knockdown power. That came instead as she stepped in now and swung an elbow to the jaw, which Emma partially blocked, but it carried enough to drop her to her knees for a count of three.

Emma rose and found Tonya well versed in not allowing an opponent a moments recovery in this kind of match, as a push kick to the breasts sent her back to the canvas before she’d really left it. Another count started only for Tonya to step in, grab the hair, and use it to hold Emma steady for a knee strike to the jaw. Emma was stunned and dropped again to lay on the canvas, but there was no count this time, Tonya having attacked when she was down dictated that. It was a clever tactic from the brunette though, she could punish Emma down on the mat, maybe softening her up for a knockout to end the first round. Patiently, she let Emma half rise before stomping a kick down on to her back to flatten her again. All the time, Tonya operated at a safe distance too, wisely staying clear of any potential counter from Emma. It was patient and disciplined from the brunette so far as she allowed Emma to half rise again before using her long right leg to snap out a kick to the side, dropping her again. Finally, Tonya elected to get a count on Emma, lifting her to her feet by the hair, before delivering a very rudimentary body slam, then stepping back to allow the count.

That reached six this time before Emma rose, and lunged to catch Tonya coming in with a headbutt to the body, stopping the rangy brunette in her tracks. From her knees, Emma went with an uppercut, targeting Tonya’s D cup breasts now, rocking her as she brought the space to rise fully. Now Tonya tried to strike back from range, knowing her long legs were always going to be the first thing in range as she snapped out an attempted roundhouse to the body. Emma saw it coming, parried it forcefully enough to spin Tonya so that her back was to Emma. Suddenly, back turned to someone with wrestling skills, Tonya was the one in trouble, and Emma made her pay, grabbing her ponytail and using it to pull her down on to her raised knees in a lung blower. Lying on top of Emma’s legs, quickly became lying between them in a tight scissor hold with an arm wrapped around her throat choking her for Tonya. Trouble for a woman who had admitted that wrestling was less her thing, and she pulled at Emma’s arm until a heavy slap to the face subdued her a little. Now Emma’s fingers scrabbled at the brunette’s hair, searching for, and then finding the purchase to ease her head back a little, allowing the choke to sink in that little deeper.

Now Tonya writhed in some distress, evidently not sure how to effect an escape. She flailed her arms around, light blows catching Emma’s body, but Emma was relentless, holding firm on the choke. Tonya gasped now, feeling that pressure on her constantly, not giving an inch, not allowing the kick boxer a second chance in round one which abruptly ended with her tap after only a couple of minutes of fighting. The early thoughts of a quick but hard fight looked accurate; as they returned to their corners, both women had had their moments in the round, while the end of the round had been decisive. And now the clothes would all come off for potentially two rounds of primal, naked combat. I had the briefest thought that it favoured Emma a little more with her being more used to fighting naked perhaps, then dismissed it. As both ladies stripped off, I realised that this wasn’t an easy fight to predict. There was time for tactical discussion in each corner, with the five minute break between rounds. Then it was back to centre ring, a touch of the gloves that were now the only thing either woman wore apart from their smiled as the fight restarted.

I’d thought that Tonya would be a little more cautious now, not wanting to get trapped again. Instead though she led off with a snappy high kick, catching Emma across the shoulder to set her reeling at the very start of round two. All potential caution from the tall brunette went straight out of the window as she bullied Emma back quickly to the ropes using wide swinging punches to the ribs, and her own body, to press her back. Emma looked to clinch, went to the ponytail for control, but moaned as Tonya used the close proximity to send a Muay Thai style knee into the body now. Then she started to simply rough-house Emma along the ropes, back in the direction of her own corner, throwing a punch then grabbing the hair to shift Emma before lying into her along the ring ropes. Body on body, she hoped to start wearing my wife out.

It was effective enough, though Emma shot back a rabbit punch to the back of Tonya’s head, a short clipping blow that allowed her to grab the brunette’s ponytail and anchor her in place for a moment. Emma kneed to the body, catching Tonya in the belly but without that much force due to their close proximity. In reply, the brunette showed her better technique to deliver another Muay Thai knee, with just the slightest hint of Emma’s legs wobbling. There was nowhere for her to go anyway, had they buckled, with Tonya pressed in so tight against her, pinning her to the ropes. The brunette grabbed Emma’s auburn hair now, tried to deliver a headbutt, and found it’s effectiveness reduced to a large extent by Emma’s grip on her ponytail. Emma sunk in an uppercut to the body, a short punch delivered with force to snatch Tonya’s breath. But there was no room between them, no quarter given as this brutal spell of infighting continued with Tonya shooting her forearm and elbow across Emma’s face at close range. That was as much a rub as a blow, but it forced Emma’s face to the side, and allowed Tonya to move her on again, closing in on trapping Emma in the corner.

Emma reverted to catfighter for the moment, finding Tonya’s right breast an inviting enough target in such close proximity and she sunk into maul her. Tonya whined at the unexpected attack, not something she encountered in regular kick boxing, but certainly a legitimate tactic here today. ‘OWWWW….bitch!’ she protested, eyes betraying her pain and perhaps suggesting that Emma had found something to break the tight infighting on the ropes up. That wasn’t the case though, it maybe have hurt Tonya, but she took stock and stomped on the top of Emma’s foot in a surprise attack of her own. Now Emma was the one under the cosh once more as Tonya sent a knee lift to her belly, then as Emma’s fingers fell away from her breast, a short left hook to the jaw finished the job of corralling her into the corner.

Still Tonya eschewed the benefits her height might have given her. She was right there in the corner with Emma, pinning her in for another period of infighting, an exchange of ferocious blows that the kick boxer got the better of with a right-left combination that snapped Emma’s head side to side. She grabbed the ropes to steady herself and was caught again, an uppercut just below the breasts landing to set her gasping for air. The contest in fall two was every bit as intense as fall one, and threatened to be just as short. Emma shot back, a slapping right hand to the face giving Tonya momentary pause for thought before a straight left to the face from the brunette jolted Emma back upright. It was a brawl, but one where the discipline displayed on occasion by Tonya was just about edging this round in her favour. She ducked her head and pushed the crown of it into Emma’s face in the corner now, ignoring the grab of the ponytail that tried to stop her as she pressed in tight, body to body once more.

Now Emma released the hair and went back to the breasts, and she paid for it as a short headbutt, really just a jerk forward of the head that was already in her face, snapped her head back, She was rocked again, before Tonya sent two right hands into the body. Again she reached for the hair, a purely defensive move in the clinch as she tried to regroup. A chopping left hand caught her to the jaw though, snapping her head to the side again as the accurate punching of Tonya started to take it’s toll further. Emma swung back, her gloves crashing into Tonya’s body in return, equally telling blows but just now, the brunette held the upper hand, lunging with her head once more, starting to redden Emma’s face a little with her constant attentions. Then she demonstrated her ability to use a surprise tactic. As Emma held her defences high, Tonya grabbed her auburn hair, spun her round and slammed her face into the lightly padded turnbuckle. Emma slumped forwards, resting chest first on against the turnbuckles now, and two savage kidney punches did the hob of chopping her down so that Tonya could stand back and allow a count to take place.

Now Emma struggled to get her bearings, then grabbed the ropes, narrowly beating the count at 8. From slightly greater range, Tonya used those long legs though for a kick to the body, that doubled Emma up, straight on to an uppercut to the point of the jaw. That may have done the trick on it’s own, but Tonya was able to catch Emma and send her up and over her hip to a heavy landing and the count started with Emma showing little prospect of beating it as it hit ten and Tonya took round two with an impressive knockout. The bout was tied up, and the question perhaps was just how scrambled were Emma’s senses by the impressive work of the post lady? Fatigue wasn’t an issue in the fight which in total, was yet to reach six total minutes of fight time. But it had been a hard brawl up to now, so it was likely both women were feeling it a little bit. Tonya had dominated the action in round two by very much keeping it in her wheelhouse; a stand up fight. As Emma walked back to the corner, just working her neck around a little, I thought that was going to be the key to round three. Which woman would be the one to impose her style of fighting on the other?

Emma wasn’t in bad shape all things considered in the corner, but she did wear the look of someone who knew she was in a fight. Hair a little dishevelled, body and face showing the marks of a tough fight. But she was also determined, that was clear, as she looked evenly across the ring at Tonya. Both of these women held no malice for each other at all, yet they were fighting with all the intensity of two women that hated each other. Five minutes passed that way, largely in silence in both corners; it wasn’t the time for in depth tactical discussions. It was the time for contemplation and calm before the maelstrom of woman to woman combat would burst into life once more. That time was now, the break over, but as with the other two rounds, it started with a meeting at centre ring. This time a hug rather than just the touch of gloves before Emma and Tonya broke apart, naked bodies showing the effects of the battle as they circled briefly one last time.

In keeping with the first two rounds, circling lasted only seconds before both were down to business. This time Emma waited on Tonya to lead off with that high kick, and stepped in, closing the distance to ensure she took it before that long and accurate kick had chance to really gather full momentum. She took it around the shoulder, but most importantly, she had Tonya’s leg pinned high against her body. A position that allowed her to walk the brunette to her own corner, before making her cry out with an uppercut to the crotch. Just as Tonya had done to her in the previous round now, Emma pressed in tight, not allowing her to fall to the canvas. She was potentially exposed to another crotch shot and knew it, her fingers reaching to scrabble at Emma’s hair and face, anything that might distract the auburn haired fighter now. Emma wasn’t a woman who was easily distracted, but she still moaned ‘hey bitch!’ then recognising Tonya to be in the position for it, she lifted her a little more, turned and dropped her out towards centre ring on the canvas.

Tonya’s back arched on impact, and Emma stopped any potential count by bringing her heel down on tightly toned abs before standing back as the brunette gasped for air. Now she waited patiently for Tonya to start to rise, and then moved in to go to the hair only to be taken by surprise as Tonya shot out those long legs to scissor around her ankles and trip her face first to the canvas. Suddenly, we were treated to what seemed to be a complete role reversal. With Emma down, Tonya decided to put those long legs of hers to good use, wrapping them around Emma’s head in a tight scissor hold. Her ankles crossed and legs out straight were enough to make Emma groan in pain as a gloved hand wrapped up in her auburn hair to good effect.

‘Tired of you pulling my hair bitch’ Emma protested, knowing full well it was a legitimate move anyway.

‘Thought you catfighters liked that kind of shit?’ Tonya shot back, a smile on her face as she swayed out of the range of Emma’s hand as she tried to reciprocate with the hair grab.

‘Only doing it…...oowwww!’ Emma said, the pain brought back to her by a flex of those long legs and a yank on her auburn hair.

‘Go on…..submit!’ Tonya told her now, not sure she had the power to force it, but knowing she was punishing Emma nonetheless.

‘NO….OWWWW!’ Emma replied, another rip at her hair causing her scalp to burn with pain. Her fingers went to Tonya’s feet though, pulling hard on the brunette’s toes, finding the leverage that she needed to force Tonya’s scissor hold to break and she rolled free. It was at the cost of a kick to the ribs that she rolled away from the worst of, as she got to her feet and pressed forward straight away to meet the six foot brunette head on. It was the only way for her to fight, get inside to take away Tonya’s reach advantage and work away on her. Here she did it with two punches swung hard into the body, each carrying enough power to snatch the breath of a normal woman completely. Tonya looked rocked, looked like the hair might be her primary target once more, and then found herself cut off by a knee to the body that dropped her to her knee. The count started, then stopped quickly as Emma grabbed Tonya’s hair, quickly pulling off the hair tie that held her ponytail to allow the brunette’s hair to fall free like hers was now. ‘Let’s see how you like it’ she said, taking a rough handful of hair to introduce Tonya’s face to the mats. The brunette was stunned, there was little doubt, and Emma hadn’t relinquished her grip of the hair to make sure Tonya followed her up to her feet. There, she was waist-locked and introduced cruelly, pussy first, to Emma’s knee in a crotch crushing atomic drop. Tonya was frozen in place for as long as it took for Emma to send a punch into her jaw to knock her to the mat.

Emma stood back and allowed the count to start, thinking that maybe she’d done enough to claim the knockout. Tonya was stirring, but obviously in pain as she struggled to regain her feet, making it at a count of eight. She was straight into a front headlock though, trapped and held in place for Emma to deliver a jumping elbow to the back of the neck to knock her down again. Once more Emma stood back, allowing the count to begin; again Tonya showed that she was tough enough to battle back to her feet at the count of eight. She was straight up and into trouble though, crying out ‘Nooooo!’ as Emma lifted her and slammed her with authority. Any thoughts of another count were ended quickly by Emma jumping to land a shin across Tonya’s breasts down on the mat. The brunette’s body jerked in surprise at that move, while Emma grabbed a handful of her now loose brunette hair and pulled her head up a little, so that she could slap her face hard. Regardless of the power the slap carried, it wouldn’t be enough to keep someone like Tonya down. Emma knew it and didn’t mind, going back to the air to pull her up and body slam the loudly protesting brunette once more.

It was a slam delivered with power by Emma. One that saw Tonya’s body bounce half an inch clear of the mats when she landed before she settled there, looking increasingly unlikely to beat the count as Emma watched intently, ready to step in if needed and Tonya seemed to be ready to beat the count. But that wasn’t going to happen, not this time, with the brunette staying down for the count of ten, and a few seconds longer before she was helped back to her feet by Emma.

The two women embraced at the centre of the ring now, quietly exchanging a few words following what had been a hard but short bout. Then they left the ring to both get changed, still showing the red marks the other’s fists and feet had left on their bodies.

A short while later back in the lounge, Emma told Tonya ‘I meant what I said in there Tonya. You’re good enough to fight in those underground matches more regularly I’m sure. If you’re confident enough to do it, I don’t mind working with you on some other tactics. I can’t teach you a single thing about hitting someone because you’ve got that part for sure. But I can show you plenty of other ways to hurt a woman’ she smiled.

‘Oh I see that’ Tonya said in reply. ‘I felt it first hand in fact. But that would be great. I definitely want to do some more of those underground matches, but I need a more rounded game for it. They call it kick boxing but it’s really not that. Not just that anyway’ she admitted.

‘Well, I can see how it would help. You have your own style and skills, but there’s always scope to learn some new tricks. Just as I can from you’ Emma pointed out. ‘It’s always fun to have a new training partner Tonya, but you don’t get off lightly because of it….I also want to fight you again some time’ Emma told the tall brunette.

‘Well, you know I’m past here most days’ Tonya laughed. ‘Maybe I’ll have to make a special delivery one day and come fight you again?’

‘That’s my kind of postal service’ Emma laughed, knowing Tonya could always provide her with an interesting and different kind of private challenge.