Back to School
By wolfboy

Emma returns to action after a heavy defeat, can she regain her winning ways?
For a couple of days before her match with PE teacher Alana Seddon, Emma was, put simply, a bundle of nervous energy. She even admitted as much herself when told me ‘I feel more nervous than when I had my first match’ the night before. I’d done everything I could to calm her down and make her believe in herself, but she really felt like she had something to prove in this match following her humiliation at the hands of Kandy Yang.
My hope was that Alana was a perfect opponent for her on the rebound. Alana herself was just out of the novice stage, with 3 wins and 3 losses – hardly a record to fear. Emma outweighed her by about 7lbs, but I suspected Alana might have fitness on her side. Our strategy for the match was a fairly simple one. Emma was a good wrester, and with those skills, we wanted to try and get Alana to the ground and tire her out there. Time would tell, but at least on the morning of the fight Emma seemed more focussed on the job at hand. I felt more confident in her as we waited for the match time – 3pm on Saturday.
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Alana arrived a little early as she had come straight from a girls hockey tournament with the school. She was quite apologetic saying ‘sorry I’m a little earlier than I thought. The girls lost in the quarter finals so I thought I might as well come straight over. Nice place by the way’ she said to Emma ‘One of the other teachers from the PE unit fought your Mum here a few years back, so she told me what to expect. I think your Mum beat her by the way’ she added ‘Maybe I can do better...’
‘We’ll see’ Emma allowed, rising just a little to the bait.
By the time Tara arrived, both women had already gone to change for the fight, anxious to get started as soon as possible, and with Tara ready the match was brought forward by half an hour as she called them both to the ring. Alana was first to enter the ring, and the blonde school teacher was dressed in just a pair of black vinyl hot-pants with a black criss-cross suspender that vaguely covered her breasts. She had short, spiky hair and she cut an impressively toned figure.
I was always a little surprised to see someone start a match topless if it wasn’t demanded in the rules, but both Debbie and Emma had told me that it wasn’t unusual and breast attacks were pretty painful whatever you were wearing. Emma made her way to the ring wearing a deep red coloured teddy which had a tie keyhole front and a thong back. Like Alana she was barefoot and keen to get things started, so Tara was straight into the formalities as she called the two women together.
‘OK ladies, this is a rules catfight to be fought to Emma’s revised house rules. There will be one period of 15 minutes where you must break the hold after a submission, but the match will continue without pause. That’s followed by an unlimited period where submit the match rules are in place. No punches or kicks to the head, no pile drivers. Everything else is legal. I will only stop the match if I feel one of you is unable to go on. Clear so far?’ she asked, both women readily showing their agreement.
‘Then on my left is Alana Seddon. She is 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs 166lbs. Her measurements are 40d-25-37. Alana is 25 years old with a record of 3 wins and 3 defeats. Her opponent is Emma McArthur. She is 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 173 lbs. Her measurements are 40e-28-39. Emma is 20 years old and has a record of 2 wins and 1 defeat. OK ladies, when you’re ready, fight!’
The match got underway with Emma walking into a jab from Alana that crashed, with force, in to her left breast. Stunned by the impact, she went straight into a clinch with the blonde who responded with a couple of knees to the stomach. As Emma’s grip on her weakened, Alana tripped her to the mat where Emma was quick to scramble clear of any attempted follow up. The two women circled, Emma catching Alana with a slap to the face and a straight fingered thrust to her near-naked breasts, before Alana responded with a stomach punch. Emma backed up again before Alana rushed at her, and ran into a knee to the stomach, and Emma tied her up in a front headlock, taking control of a still standing Alana.
A clubbing forearm across the back dropped Alana to her knees, and them Emma looked to force her back to the mat where she was able to keep hold of the headlock. Alana slapped Emma’s arse a couple of times before raking her nails across it drawing a shriek from Emma who broke the hold but looked to keep Alana grounded by switching to a reverse breast smother. It was an effective move as Emma’s large breasts smothered Alana, but the blonde was flexible enough to swing her legs back and temporarily catch Emma in a head scissor. A stomach punch took care of the scissor hold, and with the smother well and truly locked in, Alana submitted a little over 4 minutes into the contest.
Emma broke the hold, bringing Alana to her feet by the hair before whipping her into the corner post. Emma moved in cautiously to attempt another whip into the opposite corner, but Alana was waiting on her and reversed the move to whip Emma to the corner. Her follow up came quickly via a knee to the stomach before grabbing Emma’s hair and throwing her across the ring. Emma landed hard, and Alana followed up with an elbow drop, then lifted Emma to her feet by the hair and delivered an across the knee backbreaker.
Emma writhed in pain as Alana pushed her off her knee and to the mat before following up by tying Emma up in a head scissor from behind, the back of Emma’s head tightly secured against her crotch. Emma kicked her legs back as Alana’s thighs went to work, and the blonde caught them to fold Emma and add to her predicament. Although I knew first hand that Emma was very flexible, I thought that she was in trouble before she was able to catch Alana in the crotch with a reverse head butt. It didn’t look all that effective, but with the prospect of more to come, Alana turned the scissor hold loose, and Emma rolled away from the blonde.
Still, Alana took the initiative again, whipping Emma back into the corner, this time hooking Emma’s arms over the top ropes and catching her with a one-two punch combination. Emma sagged slightly against the post from the impact, but Alana followed up, her knee in Emma’s crotch as she got both hands inside Emma’s suit to squeeze away at her sensitive breasts. Emma responded with a slap to the face, receiving another knee to the crotch for her trouble, then Alana grabbed her hair and threw her from the corner.
Emma was in a seated position as Alana trapped her in a double back hammer before applying a body scissor from behind. Pressing her body tightly against Emma’s, Alana was able to trap Emma’s arms behind her back, leaving her own hands free to work on Emma’s breasts again. Nails were dug into the flesh drawing screams of pain and a quick submission from Emma, making the score 1-1.
There was still over five minutes left in the first round as Emma rolled away from Alana clutching her breasts after the blonde’s painful assault on them. Getting back to her feet, Alana stomped on Emma’s ass, then as Emma got to all fours, she delivered a kick to Emma’s side. Emma dropped back to the mat where Alana tied her up in a reverse head scissor, squeezing hard while she started to untie the front of Emma’s outfit. ‘Submit little girl?’ she asked, but Emma refused even as she felt the blonde starting to peel her teddy away from her breasts.
A stinging slap to the chest from Alana drew a gasp of pain from Emma before the blonde finished removing her outfit entirely to leave Emma naked. Alana applied the pressure on the scissor hold again drawing a cry from Emma, but no submissions as the blonde started to fondle her breasts before again sinking her nails in to them. ‘Fuck, Aaagh, I submit, I submit!’ Emma shouted out, leaving Alana to release the hold having taken a 2-1 lead in the fight.
Emma had to endure a torrid end to the round after the as the blonde dominated with her well placed body punches, a couple of body slams, and as time expired in the round, she had Emma trapped in a reverse face sit. Still, Emma made it to the break without submitting again, but she seemed to be struggling to stay in the contest.
‘You’re doing OK’ I said to her trying to encourage ‘Sure, she had the best of the last couple of minutes but it was going OK before that.’
‘She’s battering me at the moment Steve!’ Emma replied
‘Sure’ I agreed ‘but you can beat her. She’s constantly after your breasts and belly as targets and it’s working. Protect them a bit better, and at least see if she has any other tactics. Oh, and don’t forget, you’re a good wrestler, see if you can use that to your advantage.’
I hoped my pep talk would do the trick as Emma entered the ring for the final round. Now naked, she faced Alana who was still managing to keep her small outfit in place. Tara reminded both women that this round would see the first submission end the match. With that, the fight was back on with Emma getting in close straight away and getting a bone crushing bear hug on to Alana. The blonde was lifted from her feet by the powerful hold, her hands clutching at Emma in anguish. A handful of long hair pulled Emma’s head to an uncomfortable position, but she re-applied the pressure and Alana lost her grip on the hair before slapping Emma’s face instead.
Emma dropped Alana crotch first on her knee in an atomic drop, and the blonde fell to the mat clutching between her legs. Emma picked her back up by the hair, and lifted her to deliver an across the knee stomach breaker, then with the blonde held across her knee, she slipped down her hot pants and spanked her naked arse before pushing her off her knee to the mat. Alana was quick to remove her hot pants from around her knees, and as Emma moved back in, she threw them at her, causing enough distraction for her to sink a stomach punch in backing Emma up again.
Still, Emma looked to get back on top in the match, catching Alana in another bear hug as she came back into attack. Emma lifted the blonde from her feet as she applied the bear hug. Alana’s arms were trapped inside the hold as she started to moan from the pain of Emma’s vice like grip. It seemed that Alana had no answer to the painful hold, and I felt sure that she was about to submit until she was able to catch Emma low in the stomach with a knee. It wasn’t a powerful blow, but it brought Alana just enough breathing room to free an arm and get a grip of Emma’s hair forcing her back to the corner. The blonde leant into Emma whose groan was audible as a punch caught her in the stomach.
Emma lifted her knee to try and protect her stomach, but Alana’s target was different as she grabbed on to Emma’s left breast. Emma squealed in pain, but punched Alana twice in the breasts, and the two ladies again were separated. The contest continued at pace, Alana slapping Emma in the face, and then grabbing two handfuls of hair while Emma responded with 2 stomach punches and a double breast claw. Alana was forced t release her grip of Emma’s hair, to try and prise her fingers away from her breasts, and in doing so, she left herself wide open to Emma’s knee lift to her unprotected crotch.
Alana’s mouth formed a ‘o’ shape as the wind was driven from her lungs and she slumped to the mat where Emma trapped her in a reverse face sit and breast claw combination. The game was up quickly from the blonde who frantically tapped the mat to signal her submission of the match giving Emma the win.
Later on, Alana had left, talking vaguely of a rematch sometime, which Emma had agreed to in principle, but both young women had agreed to get a few more matches in before meeting again.
‘I’ll get you next time!’ Alana had claimed as she left.
‘You’ll get your chance’ Emma agreed ‘I look forward to it’.