Russian roulette
By wolfboy

Emma takes on a powerful Russian challenger
Emma was back in action just a few days after Debbie’s match with Jessica Norton. Her opponent for the match was Russian catfighter Anastasia (Ana) Romanova, a big, powerful blonde who had challenged Emma to the match. Although she was based in the UK now, Ana claimed ‘Russian women are the best fighters. I will come to your house, with your rules and beat you!’
Emma had readily accepted the match, although right now, a few minutes into the first round of the contest, she might have been starting to wonder if that was such a good idea. The Russian blonde, wearing just a long-sleeved red fishnet open crotch body stocking had waded into Emma from the start with hard punches to the body. A big body slam had followed, and now Emma was trapped in a full body pin under Ana’s curvy 185lb body. Ana’s 42DD breasts had almost engulfed Emma’s face, and her muffled cries of distress were already growing in intensity. An occasional punch found its target in Emma’s side as well as the Russian kept up her early advantage.
‘Submit?’ she asked in her heavily accented English. I think Emma refused, though it was difficult to be sure given the excellent sound proofing properties of the Russian fighter’s breasts! I guessed the answer had been no though as the 6 footer had taken it upon herself to add a grapevine to her pin, and it was only a matter of seconds before the power of her legs forced Emma to submit after all giving Ana a 1-0 lead with just a couple of minutes of the opening round remaining. Ana rose off Emma, content to allow her to rise from the mat under her own steam before she clamped her in a crunching bear hug, lifting Emma from her feet. Emma screamed out from a different kind of pain now, but she was able to launch a flurry of slaps into Ana’s face, and she earned her freedom from the punishing hold before managing to keep clear of Ana’s grasp for the rest of the first round.
As she came back to the corner, I thought that Emma had rarely looked sexier for a match. A mesh teddy trimmed in pin covered just her breasts and crotch tying in a halter neck fastening while the rest of her body was left completely exposed by the revealing outfit. ‘Jesus, she’s so strong!’ Emma admitted back in the corner as she sat down
‘She certainly looks it from here’ I agreed ‘Can’t believe you lasted over five minutes in that breast smother either! I think you’ve got to keep your distance and pick the right time to attack her’ I offered.
‘Thanks for stating the obvious Steve’ she smirked ‘At least it’s next submission the winner now, so I suppose if I do find a way of getting into her, I can finish her off quickly’
‘True’ I agreed ‘Sounds like your best option, because if she gets you in that smother again, I’m not sure you can win then?’
‘Tell me about it!’ Emma laughed going back into the ring for the final session of the fight.
As soon as Tara signalled the start of the second and final round, Ana looked to sweep forward, trapping Emma in the corner and she looked to complete her almost complete domination of round one. To her credit, Emma managed to cover up, catching most of the Russian’s stinging blows with her arms while starting to look for ways to hit back. Emma settled for some straight slaps and punches into the big breasts of her blonde tormentor, and for the first time in the fight, Ana was forced to back up a little.
Emma lashed out a foot to catch Ana in the stomach as she backed up, and as the Russian grabbed at her stomach, Emma hit her with a clothesline running from the corner, and Ana slumped to the mat. It was a chance for Emma to get on top in the match, and she wasted little time in applying a head scissor, wrapping her thighs round Ana’s head. Emma squeezed, drawing some quiet moans of pain from Ana, which grew as Emma slipped a hand under her thighs to add a hand choke to the Russian, adding to the intensity of the scissor hold. Ana bridged up, trying to alleviate the pressure, and Emma treated her to a flat handed slap to the stomach before digging her nails into Ana’s breasts drawing a cry of pain from the big blonde as she found the fishnet suit didn’t offer her much in the way of protection!
‘Submit blondie?’ Emma asked, but Ana simply growled in response. She was still trapped though as she tried to prise Emma’s fingers from her breasts. Emma was a step ahead of her though, cuffing the Russian round the back of the head with an open-handed slap before plunging her hands into her long, blonde hair. There was no easy way out for Ana, trapped by Emma’s crushing head scissor, and her scalp burning from Emma’s hair pulling attack. She wasn’t about to give up easily though either, slapping at Emma’s thighs without effect before looking to twist Emma’s toes to pull her feet apart and break the hold.
In response, Emma introduced a hand smother to the mix, clamping her hand over Ana’s nose and mouth. Ana had to move her attentions to breaking the smother, again giving Emma chance to work the head scissor as Ana was now groaning from the exertion of resisting Emma’s powerful thighs. Emma carried on working the scissor hold until Ana managed to sink her teeth into Emma’s thigh and as Emma squealed in surprise, the move was broken. Ana rolled clear of Emma, but she was slow to rise, eventually doing so straight in to Emma’s clutches as she applied a bear hug from behind.
Emma had the Russian back under control as she dragged her down to the mat, maintaining the rear bear hug as Ana found herself face down on the mat. Sensing that it was tough to maintain the pressure on Ana from that position, Emma released the bear hug, and straddling Ana’s back, she tried to work in a sleeper hold. Ana resisted well, tucking her chin in to stop Emma snaking an arm around her throat to get the hold in, but Emma held the leverage advantage, and so she patiently, slowly, worked the hold fully into place. Now Ana was in big trouble, and she knew it, screaming ‘Nyet!!’ as she realised she was trapped, and about to lose the match despite her early dominance.
The coup de grace from Emma was turning Ana over slightly into a body scissor with the sleeper still tightly applied, and she was quickly able to squeeze the remaining fight from the now sobbing Russian who weakly signalled her submission. Emma rose triumphantly from the big blonde, and as she came back to the corner, the glint in her eye made me realise that the day’s entertainment had only just begun for me.......