Honeymoon
By wolfboy

One unplanned match leads to another on our honeymoon
‘You don’t have to do it Em’ I said as she waited a little nervously to enter the oil filled ring that was currently the centre of attention in a Maltese nightclub.
‘I know’ Emma agreed, looking ravishing in a tiny, mauve string bikini ‘but it’s 500 Euros for lasting 5 minutes without getting pinned for 5 seconds. Even in the oil, I reckon that’s easy money’
It was hard to disagree with that logic as she entered the ‘oil pit’ to face the local champion, known simply as the Maltese Mauler. It was a standing, open challenge at this particular club; any woman who could go five minutes with the Mauler while avoiding a five second pin would win 500 Euros. I guessed that they rarely had to pay out, but hoped that tonight would prove a little different.
The lights dimmed, and to some blaring Euro-pop, I could see the Maltese Mauler making her way towards the ring due to her glow in the dark, lime green tiger print, booty shorts and bikini combination. As she stepped into the pit, the lights came up to reveal a well toned athletic looking woman. She was a couple of inches shorter than Emma and maybe 20 pounds lighter though, which I hoped might prove decisive in Emma’s favour.
The were some brief introductions made, and then, the bout was underway with both women slipping and sliding as the baby oil made it difficult for them to really get to grips with each other. Emma grabbed a headlock only for the Mauler to slip out of her grasp, briefly securing a hammer lock only for Emma to slide free. Both women briefly controlled the other, but the oil ensured that neither had been able to secure anything resembling a pint as time expired on the oil fight, making Emma 500 Euros richer for being the first woman to survive against the champion during the year.
However, the Mauler wasn’t happy to leave it at that. She wanted a shot at revenge against Emma and as both women walked away from the oil pit, she made a challenge to Emma.
‘You can obviously fight, how about you give me another shot at you tomorrow morning bitch?’ she asked Emma ‘No oil this time, no rules either, first to win a submission wins it?’
‘If you’re sure you want a beating, then name the time and place, and I’ll be there’ Emma agreed
‘OK, meet me here at 10 in the morning. There’s a room upstairs that we can use, and it’s private so there will be no interruptions while we settle it’
So, the rematch of the brief oil fight was on for the following morning, and I could tell that Emma was looking forward to locking horns with the woman known simply as the Maltese Mauler for a second time.
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The following morning, we were back at the nightclub, waiting for the Mauler to appear which she did promptly at 10 o’clock, showing us through the club to the upstairs room where some mats had been laid out on a dance floor for the match.
‘Change there’ the Mauler said indicating a screen over in one corner of the room ‘then get ready to come out fighting’
While Emma went to change in to her chosen fighting outfit of black and red vinyl booty shorts with a matching tie front bustier, I got a couple of minutes to chat to the club owner about the Mauler, trying to gauge her abilities so that I could give Emma some more idea what was in store for her in the match.
‘So’ I asked him ‘your girl do this often?’
‘Cat fighting? Yeah, she’s had something like 18 fights and won 15 of them. She’s a sort of unofficial Maltese champion I guess. She’s failed to win 4 times in the oil pit before last night, and she managed to get two of them to come back here the next day. She handled both of them pretty easily, but I get the impression that your wife knows how to handle herself in a catfight?’ he said.
‘Yeah’ I replied ‘Emma’s like a semi-pro catfighter back home, so there won’t be any surprises for her in terms of what a real fight is like. Could be an interesting match though.’
The Maltese Mauler appeared first from behind a screen in the opposite corner of the room to Emma’s, ready to get the match started. She wore black leather hot pants and a black leather, three quarter sleeve bra top. Her long, brunette hair was tied up in a long ponytail which almost reached the top of her hotpants. She looked anxious to get started as she paced barefoot on the mats. I estimated her to be about 5 feet 8 inches tall, and from last night I knew that she weighed 155 lbs with a 36DD bust – for some reason, the club announcer had been very keen to point that out to everyone..... Emma seemed to have her outgunned in size and power, but we knew little of the fighting ability of the Mauler beyond what we had seen last night. It was hot too, even though it was just after 10 in the morning, temperatures were well over 30 centigrade outside and it was little cooler inside the room.
Emma walked calmly around her screen and on to the mats looking as stunning as ever, and the Maltese Mauler spoke to her quickly just to make sure she had a full grasp of the rules.
‘So, you’re sure you know what you’re getting into bitch? The Mauler asked. ‘Anything goes – biting, punching, kicking, I mean anything. No time limit, first one to submit loses. Any questions?’
‘Don’t worry’ Emma told her ‘I know what a catfight is, question is bitch, do you?’ and with that, she stepped forward, stunning the Mauler with a slap to the face and the fight was underway.
The Mauler was unfazed by Emma’s quick start though, and a mutual double hair pull had ensued on the mat, Emma’s hands tearing at the Mauler’s pony tail while the Maltese fighter had her hands sunk into Emma’s loose hair. Both women went for knee strikes to the stomach of their opponents with some success before Emma was able to gain the advantage. Wrapping the Mauler’s ponytail around one of her hands to keep control of her opponents head, Emma used her free hand to slap away four or five times at the Mauler’s face. Despite her shouts of pain, the Mauler surprised Emma with her next move, releasing Emma’s hair and instead landing a stomach punch. Emma hadn’t seen the move coming, but she was waiting on the second punch, blocking it with her free hand before using the Mauler’s ponytail to throw her to the mat.
The Maltese woman was probably the quicker fighter and used her speed to roll clear and get back to her feet. Both women circled on the mats then; the Mauler with fists held high in a boxer’s stance while Emma had her hands outstretched more, looking to wrestle her opponent. Emma struck with a straight fingered thrust into the Mauler’s chest, but the host fighter replied, crashing a fist down on Emma’s shoulder in a clubbing motion which knocked Emma off balance long enough for the brunette to tackle her to the mat.
Emma quickly looked to turn on to her stomach to avoid any potential for a face sit, but the Mauler had other ideas, crossing Emma’s legs into a figure four before sitting on Emma’s feet, she looked to grab her arms to complete a surfboard. Emma kept her hands crossed out in front of her making it tough for the Mauler to get hold of them, but the Mauler was happy to take her hair as an alternative using it to put pressure on Emma’s neck as she pulled back hard. It was a painful predicament for Emma so early in the match, and it seemed about to be made worse as the Mauler released one hand from Emma’s hair , slipping it between Emma’s legs to look for a crotch attack. Emma groaned in pain from the hair pulling and the attempted crotch maul, but was quick to take advantage of an opening to throw an elbow back, catching the Mauler off guard and knocking her to the mat.
Emma was free from the hold, but a little slow to rise, she found herself rising into the grasp of the Mauler who dropped her again with a well placed elbow smash between the shoulder blades. Emma was on all fours, catching a short kick to the rib cage before the Mauler trapped her in a side body scissor falling to the mat with her thighs wrapped around Emma’s stomach.
‘Give up?’ the Mauler asked as she flexed her impressive thighs to torture Emma who refused to give up, instead grabbing at the Maltese woman’s feet to try and twist them apart. The Mauler was keen to put a stop to that, pulling Emma’s hair with one hand while the other tried to unlace the front of Emma’s top. It did her no good though for although she succeeded in removing Emma’s top fairly quickly, Emma managed to prise her feet apart, twisting one of her feet into a painful ankle lock. With the Mauler now face down on the mat, Emma was free of her hair pulling, and was able to scissor the leg she had the ankle lock on adding to the brunette’s pain.
‘Now you give up!’ Emma questioned, but there was no doubt the Maltese woman would not submit yet even as Emma painfully twisted her leg and ankle. A cry of ‘Nooo!’ confirmed that fact even before the Mauler was able to find a target for her free leg, kicking Emma twice in the chest and forcing her way clear of the hold. It was a little over five minutes in to the match as the Mauler hobbled to her feet, in the heat; both fighters already had a sheen of sweat covering their glistening bodies. Emma threw her top from the mats, determined that it couldn’t be used as a weapon against her, and the two women came back together amidst a flurry of hair pulling and body punches which neither of them got the better of, before backing up again to rethink their next moves.
Emma landed a few slaps to the Mauler’s body and thighs as they circled each other, but the Mauler struck back, tellingly it seemed, with a straight kick to Emma’s stomach doubling her over. Another elbow smash across the shoulders followed, and with Emma teetering, a right hand caught her on the jaw knocking her to the mat. A double handful of hair pulled Emma back upright before a forearm smash to the chest floored her again, and the Mauler moved in again for her latest submission attempt – a full nelson and body scissor combination applied down on the mat which tested Emma’s abs. She was in no mood to give though even when the Mauler lived up to her name, releasing the full nelson to maul Emma’s tits expertly. Emma cried out in pain from the concerted attack on her breasts, but without the full nelson, she was able to catch her opponent in the face with an elbow which caused the break as the Mauler clutched her nose in both surprise and pain.
Emma wasted no time in taking advantage now, a straight punch into the Mauler’s crotch taking her attention away from her sore now pretty quickly before Emma had her pinned in a perfect grapevine. Emma’s strong legs were able to overpower the Mauler, forcing her legs wide apart while Emma looked to set her up for a breast smother. The Mauler knew what was coming and was instantly on the defensive, crossing her arms above her face to block Emma who contented herself with pushing her opponents leather top up to expose her breasts before landing some stinging punches to the Mauler’s DD’s. It had the desired effect for Emma as the Mauler moved her arms to defend her breasts only to find Emma taking them and pinning them to the mat above her head.
With the Mauler’s arms out of the way, Emma plunged forward, her breasts more or less engulfing the Maltese woman’s face as Emma now released her hands to sink her own into the Mauler’s hair. The hair pulling held the Maulers face perfectly in place for the smothering effects of Emma’s breasts to work their magic, and soon the Mauler’s breathing was clearly laboured as Emma again invited her to ‘give up or go out bitch!’
The Mauler went to Emma’s hair in reply, trying a last ditch attempt to gain freedom from Emma’s cavernous cleavage, but it was to no avail as Emma gritted her teeth as the Mauler tore at her long hair. With the smother still in place though, the Mauler was soon left with no other choice than to tap the mat to admit defeat in what had been a fairly short but hard fought catfight.
Emma was drenched in sweat as she climbed off her beaten foe, but within the hour we were on the beach for a cooling dip in the Mediterranean as Emma enjoyed the victory!