Retirement?
By wolfboy

Emma has one last match as she rematches with tough older woman Abbie Clarke-Jackson
We arranged for Emma’s return fight with Abbie Clarke-Jackson to take place in our new mat room, which of course was our refurbished garage. The setup in the garage allowed for a decent size wrestling mat surrounded on three sides by some pretty good ring ropes. The fourth side of the mats was bordered directly by the wall which was very lightly padded. That was Emma’s idea as she wanted it to retain a bit of an ‘apartment wrestling’ feel as well as having the ring ropes in place.
Its inaugural match promised to be something special as well I though. Abbie had caught Emma a little unawares in their first match, but it was fair to say that she had laid something of a beating on Emma as well. Emma had learned a lot since then, but Abbie was still an experienced fighter, who wasn’t afraid to mix it up in any style, and there was no doubt that she was a dangerous fighter.
The two women had agreed that the rules would be more or less the same as for their first contest, but this time they had agreed that stripping would be allowed after the first fall had finished. Everything else would be legal in the match, and it could only be won by stripping your opponent naked and then forcing them to submit. Until a fighter was stripped naked, they could submit and they would receive a one minute break from the time that their opponent started an alarm timer situated in their corner. There was to be no referee, the two women would simply break on a submission, start their timer and then restart the match when the alarm sounded. Abbie would be seconded by her husband again while I, of course, would do the honours for Emma.
In the first meeting of the two, Emma had felt that her choice of outfit had meant she had been stripped to easily. For this match, she didn’t plan on being caught out the same way, so she had chosen a black wet look romper suit which was so skin tight, it appeared to have been sprayed on to Emma’s curves. It promised to be harder to remove than her mesh outfit had been in the first match, but I suspected that Abbie might just be up to the challenge. Emma was now sitting in her corner of the ring awaiting the appearance of her older opponent who strode confidently through the door in to the garage fight area. Abbie wore a pair of black lace boy shorts coupled with a skimpy black lace bra both with pink ties; front for the bra and at the back of the shorts. Just a couple of days past her 50th birthday, Abbie still looked to be in tremendous fighting shape, though her body did bear one or two fading scars – mementos of a recent battle with a ’20 year old hellcat who would have had me if she knew what she was doing’ in Abbie’s words.
Both women now stood in the ring ready to christen our new fight area with its first official contest. From their first contest, there was very little change in the vital statistics of either woman. I knew that Emma was 23 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall 170lbd and an impressive 40E-28-39; she had a record of 16 wins and 6 losses. Abbie was 50 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall and with no discernible difference in her appearance from the last match, I estimated she was still around 180lbs and 42DD-26-38. With both women ready, I started the alarm timer in Emma’s corner so that the match could start when it sounded, both women stood glowering at each other until the timer alarm sounded, and Abbie shocked Emma slightly with a head long rush out of her corner, shoulder tackling Emma as she grabbed her in a waist lock and drove her back into the walled section of the ring. Emma was winded, but drove an elbow into Abbie’s shoulders as the two entered into a messy clinch against the wall.
Abbie looked to get some good knee shots into Emma’s side, but Emma took them well enough, responding with further elbows across Abbie’s shoulders, and she was briefly able to force her back only for the older woman to grab Emma’s back, fall back and monkey flip her to the mat. Emma landed hard, and was unable to stop Abbie from securing a headlock down on the mat, worse followed as Abbie scissored Emma’s right arm, trapping it between her thighs before she tore into Emma’s hair with her free hand. Emma responded in kind, wrapping her left hand up in Abbie’s grey/blonde hair, pulling painfully as she did so, but she was unable to stop Abbie bouncing the back of her head off the mat a couple of times momentarily stunning her.
Emma’s grip on Abbie’s hair was lost, and Abbie wasted no time in taking control of Emma’s previously free hand, trapping her in a classic cross pin. Emma was more or less controlled now by the older woman who held the cross pin in place for seconds before she started to land some hard stomach punches. Emma grunted from each impact, but resourcefully, she had noticed Abbie’s breasts hovering close to her face and was able to use her teeth to gain her freedom from the first real predicament of the match as Abbie broke clear from her. The two fighters circled each other a little warily now, Emma landing solid slaps to Abbie’s thighs from distance before the older woman stunned her with a flat handed thrust to the chest which knocked Emma off balance and onto the back foot as Abbie swarmed forward behind a barrage of hard slaps to the face. Emma backed up, only to hit the ropes and rebound slightly into a straight kick to the stomach, and then Abbie got another solid grasp of Emma’s hair using it to pull Emma’s head down to waist level where she rained another series of slaps around the back of her head.
Emma’s ears must have been ringing from the attack, but she struck back with a couple of good body punches which saw her able to break free again from Abbie’s grasp. The older woman followed Emma at speed as she backed away, but this time she ran into a hard jab to the chest from Emma which stopped her in her tracks. Emma continued the attack with a slap to the face and then, taking a step back, she hauled her frame into the air to deliver a drop kick, bowling Emma to the mat in the corner of the ring. Abbie landed in more or less a seated position against the padded ring post, her breasts already slightly exposed as her flimsy bra struggled to contain them. Emma went to Abbie’s hair to bring her upright in the corner before whipping her into the opposite corner and following up with a big running splash against the post which winded the grey haired fighter.
Emma snapped an uppercut to Abbie’s chest as she slumped back against the corner, followed that with a knee lift to the stomach, and then grabbing Abbie’s hair she snap mared her to the mat in the centre of the ring. Advantage Emma it seemed, particularly when she landed a hard elbow drop across Abbie’s chest before pulling her into a reverse head scissor and with Emma’s powerful thighs at work on her head, Abbie let out her first cries of discomfort for the match. Emma was in no mood to let up on her either, reaching a hand inside her lace boy shorts to apply a crotch claw, and as tough as Abbie was, she was soon submitting the first fall of the match to Emma. With the score at 1-0, Emma rose off Abbie, clicked the timer button in corner and started to prepare herself for the second fall.
Abbie meanwhile took a few seconds to gather herself before rising off the mat and heading back to her corner. Still, she looked ready to go as the timer sounded to start round two, a fact soon borne out as she instantly forced Emma onto the back foot behind some excellently placed body punching. Hooks thudded into Emma’s side as she looked to come forward, and as Emma looked to defend her ribs, Abbie landed two straight punches to the stomach. Emma dropped to a knee only to receive a knee to the side of the face emphasising the anything goes nature of the match. Emma sprawled to the mat, in trouble early in round 2 from Abbie’s onslaught which she continued with a knee drop the Emma’s lower back.
Leaving the knee in place, Abbie used Emma’s hair to pull her into a camel clutch position, locking both hands under Emma’s chin and pulling back. Emma let out a shout of complaint and brought her hands up as best she could to pull at Abbie’s hands to try and get free. Abbie responded with a forearm smash across the side of Emma’s face, then using Emma’s hair to pull her to her feet, she slipped a hand between Emma’s legs, effortlessly lifting her to deliver a big body slam. An elbow drop to the chest continued the attack before Abbie took the chance to pull one of Emma’s shoulder straps down. Still down on the mat, Abbie continued to attack, spreading Emma’s legs to deliver a head butt to the crotch from a kneeling position.
Emma was struggling to keep up with the older woman’s attacks now as she hooked both of Emma’s legs under her arms now looking to turn Emma into a boston crab. Emma blocked well, grabbing Abbie’s ankles and knocking her off balance and to the mat. It was a brief respite, but as Emma got to her feet, she was met by Abbie with a solid should check which rocked her back into the ropes. Abbie ploughed in with a solid one-two to the stomach, but Emma was able to trap her in a bear hug as she did so, lifting the older fighter from the mat. Abbie’s arms went wide with pain, but she quickly brought them back together, clapping them around Emma’s head to break the hold.
Emma swung wildly with a slap for Abbie’s face which Abbie ducked before again landing solidly to Emma’s stomach. Emma again managed to get into a clinch with Abbie, buying a little time as both exchanged slaps at close range without either taking a clear advantage before they broke apart to re-evaluate each other. Emma made a grab for Abbie’s hair, pulling the older woman down to the mat where she quickly straddled her back, trying to trap her arms by her sides. It was partly successful as Emma grabbed Abbie’s hair, pulling her face up from the mat to receive a barrage of right handed slaps before quickly undoing the fastening on Abbie’s black bra and relieving her of that so that the older woman was now fighting topless. Abbie responded well though, working a hand free before firing back two elbows into Emma’s side. Emma broke away from Abbie with a hard slap round the back of her head, but Abbie was ready as Emma came in again with a punch straight to Emma’s crotch which dropped Emma to the mat quickly setting her up for Abbie to equalise the match.
A big splash from Abbie was followed by a reverse face pin and crotch claw combination which Emma briefly resisted. A solid punch to the stomach added to the dilemma for Emma, and when Abbie added a breast claw to the mix, there was no other option than to submit for Emma. Abbie removed her other shoulder strap before calmly sauntering over to her corner to start her timer for the second break in the action. The match was poised at 1-1 now and with both women fighting topless it was still anyone’s guess who would win. Emma still looked pretty fresh as she came back to the corner although she had been on the receiving end in round two and a repeat would see her in danger of losing her last match before her break from catfights.
Abbie looked confident as she leant on the ropes during the interval before round 3 got underway. Across the ring, Emma confided in me that she had a plan for this round ‘her tits are going to be my punch bags now Steve. I’m going to beat on them until she gives up!’
I looked forward to that as round 3 burst into life with Emma at her magnificent best, breasts bouncing as she used her height advantage to pepper Abbie’s breasts with a series of straight hard punches. Abbie was able to block a few, but Emma picked her spots well, finally forcing Abbie to the ropes with her effective punches. Abbie shot back with a couple of her own, but Emma stayed on the attack with two knee lifts; one to the stomach doubling Abbie over and a second to the chest as she put the older woman flat on her back just a minute in to round three. Emma continued to dominate with a big splash converted into a cross pin and from that position she continued to attack Abbie’s DD’s with a series of 5 stinging slaps to each followed by a nasty nail rake which drew real shrieks of pain from Abbie.
A punch to the stomach continued Emma’s assault on her older opponent before she switched her position to a reverse pin sitting high on Abbie’s chest. From that position, she went to work, quickly sliding Abbie’s lace shorts down her thighs, stopping just short of her knees as Abbie swung her legs back in a desperate attempt to grab Emma in a head scissor. Emma dodged her head out of range, and grabbing Abbie’s legs, she spread them slightly to complete the job of stripping her naked. If it had been in doubt before, it was clear that Emma held the advantage – if she could force a submission now, the match was hers. She knew it as well as she started to hammer away at Abbie’s stomach again before with Abbie winded, she shifted herself back to sit on Abbie’s face.
‘Submit bitch of you’re going out!’ Emma warned Abbie as she had her well and truly trapped in the smother. Abbie’s arms were trapped under Emma’s legs, and unable to cause Emma any damage with them, Abbie tried again to swing her legs up to scissor Emma, but it was to no avail as Emma simply caught her legs, using her grip to fold Abbie painfully as she maintained the face sit.
‘Submit you bitch!’ Emma demanded again, sensing victory was almost hers from the laboured sounds of Abbie’s breathing. Still the tough older woman was hanging in there, but Emma had one last trick up her sleeve. As Abbie again yelled out her defiance, Emma applied a crotch claw to her and quickly Abbie’s yells were those of pain and then submission instead of defiance. The match was over, and as she helped Abbie back to her feet, Emma could feel satisfied that she had won what would be her last competitive match for a few years at least.
The two women embraced on the mats as Abbie congratulated Emma on her victory. ‘I guess we’re even now Emma?’ she began ‘I think you’ve learned a few tricks since our last match.’
‘Thanks Abbie’ Emma smiled ‘I did learn one or two of them from you last time round to be honest! I’d suggest a decider, but I’m not going to be fighting for a while. Still, if you fancy it when I’m fighting again, I’d love to.’
‘I might just take you up on that’ Abbie agreed
So that ended ‘part one’ of Emma’s fighting career, but there was plenty more to come I was sure, I might just have to wait a few years to find out.