Rock Chick Catfight
By wolfboy

Emma battled a rock singer in a tough catfight.
Emma’s next challenge came in the form of tattooed rock singer, part time professional wrestler and keen catfighter Sophie Morgan. The rock chick had made the challenge to Emma, and we’d been able to get a match set up in our garage fight area. Sophie would be seconded by her boyfriend for the match, and we had arranged for Tara to referee the fight again.
I was a little worried just how little we knew about Sophie going into this match, her record of 9 wins from 10 fights suggested that she was going to be a tough opponent as well. Emma was confident enough on the day of the match, but I just had a feeling that this was going to be a harder than expected match for Emma.
The match was due to start at 7PM, and Sophie arrived with her boyfriend about 45 minutes before that, giving her time to check out the venue before she headed into an upstairs room to get ready for the match. She had a confident air, but on first impressions at least, didn’t seem to match up all that well physically with Emma’s size. That said, when she was stripped down to fight, it might just be different I thought as I took Tara through to the garage. Emma joined us soon afterwards, now ready to fight in a deep red metallic deep v front romper suit; although it was a one piece outfit, the design seemed to put more flesh on show than it covered.
My last thought about Sophie looked to be true as she came through into the garage. Now she was in her fight outfit, she looked a different challenge altogether. She was clearly in fantastic shape; tight abs, strong arms and powerful thighs the highlights of her tightly toned body. Her long black hair was in a ponytail. Her outfit was also stunning; a black vinyl vest top which buttoned up at the front, black vinyl mini shorts and black opaque thigh high stockings. She looked ready to fight as Tara called both women into the ring to get things started.
‘Ok ladies, this is a rules catfight challenge match. There will be two ten minute rounds followed by a third round of unlimited time where the first submission will win the match. The final round will be fought naked. There should be no punches or kicks to the head and no piledrivers; all other moves are legal. Are there any questions on the rules?’ There were none as both women were well prepared for the match. ‘OK then, on my left is Sophie Morgan. She is 25 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs 150lbs. She has a catfight record of 9 wins with 1 defeat and her measurements are 38C-25-37. Her opponent on my right is Emma Baines. She is 30 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs in at 165lbs. Her catfight record is 21 wins and 7 defeats and her measurements are 40E-26-37. OK ladies, back to your corners, and come out fighting’
The fight was underway, both women starting cautiously as they looked to get a feel for the others abilities. Emma managed to find her range quickly with a couple of slaps to Sophie’s face, but the rock chick responded with some well placed body punching as the first minute of the round passed without any real incident. Sophie moved in behind a jab thrown into Emma’s breasts and was able to trap Emma in a headlock, deftly flipping her to the mat. Emma was flat out under Sophie as she wrenched on Emma’s head with her strong arms, but Emma went to her ponytail, using it to pull Sophie into a side head scissor.
Sophie instantly bridged, her hips well clear of the mat presenting her crotch as an inviting target for an early mauling attack from Emma. It wasn’t particularly effective through the thick vinyl of Sophie’s shorts, but it still gave Sophie something extra to think about as Emma’s thighs went to work on her head. Sophie was already looking for a way out of the scissor hold, her nails raking Emma’s thighs, and when that didn’t work, she bridged again. This time, Emma pancaked her left breast with a hard slap which drew a brief moan from Sophie who again set about looking for a different way out of the move. In the end, Sophie got free as she got to her knees and was able to prise Emma’s thighs apart enough to deliver a short head butt to Emma’s crotch which secured her freedom from the scissor hold.
Sophie moved up to sit on Emma’s impressive chest to pin her, and she started to rain in some slaps on Emma’s face until Emma was able to grab both of her wrists putting a halt to that attack. Sophie maintained the pin, bouncing a few times on Emma’s breasts, but soon she realised that the hold was taking her nowhere, and she elected to bring Emma to her feet by her long auburn hair. A chop to Emma’s chest followed before Sophie tried to whip Emma into the corner post, only for Emma to reverse the move, sending her lighter opponent in to the corner instead. Emma’s attempt to follow up with a running splash was just a little too obvious though, and Sophie was able to side step leaving Emma to crash chest first into the corner. A forearm across the shoulders followed from Sophie before she grabbed Emma’s hair, sending her to the mat with a flying hair-mare throw. Leaping high, she crashed a leg drop across Emma’s breasts, and then trapped my wife in a rear head scissor, her strong thighs wrapped around Emma’s head as she looked to squeeze a submission out.
Emma was able to weather that attempt before she managed to turn Sophie on to her stomach, slip her head from between the raven haired fighter’s thighs, and in turn tie up her strong legs in a figure four. Sophie stretched her arms out in front of her so that Emma couldn’t add to the move with a surfboard, but instead, Emma went in for a second crotch mauling attack of the round. Again though, the thick vinyl of Sophie’s shorts made it tough for Emma to be really effective, and as she got a little careless, a couple of elbows to the body forced her off Sophie. Time was already running low in round one as the two women traded body punches, then Sophie struck with a kick to Emma’s stomach which she followed quickly with a body slam into a face pin, but the time ran out in the round before she had any chance of extracting a submission. Ten minutes of fighting had drawn no submissions, and had given little indication as to which way the match would go.
One thing that was clear to me as the battle was rejoined for round two was that both women appeared to be fabulous shape, and the round again started at a high tempo. Sophie backed Emma into the walled section of the ring behind a flurry of slaps to the head and body only for Emma to switch her against the wall and open up on her with a combination of punches to the body. As Emma backed off slightly to look for her next move, Sophie struck with a quick kick to the stomach and with Emma off balance, the raven haired rock chick whipped her into the ring ropes. Emma rebounded, running straight into a high flying drop kick from Sophie which sent her crashing to the mats. Sophie went in for a falling head butt to the stomach, and then going to Emma’s hair, she pulled her upright and fired her into the ropes again.
Emma bounced back into the centre of the ring, and I think she might have been expecting another drop kick. Instead, Sophie dropped to her knees, punching hard into the pit of Emma’s stomach, and stopping Emma dead in the process. An uppercut to the chest delivered from the kneeling position put Emma on her back, and Sophie was on her almost immediately, looking for a reverse ‘69’ head scissor to try and squeeze out the first submission. Emma was able to sneak a hand between Sophie’s thighs, thwarting her efforts to get the scissor on fully, but it was still effective enough, particularly as from her position on top of Emma, she had worked a hand inside Emma’s romper suit to start mauling her breasts. I could hear Emma’s moans from that move, but they were followed by similar from Sophie as Emma again started some crotch mauling from her position under the rock chick.
Neither seemed to be on the verge of gaining a submission, and after about a minute in the hold, Emma was able to turn Sophie onto her side, and also trap her in a head scissor of her own. Both women also continued with their respective mauling attacks and while I suspected Sophie was probably getting slightly the better of that exchange, neither woman really held the upper hand. Sophie seemed to sense it first, breaking off her breast mauling to land some good body punches which forced Emma away from the crotch mauling to try and defend herself. Sophie took advantage, quickly breaking clear of Emma’s scissor, and with a good handful of auburn tresses, she yanked Emma back to her feet.
Sophie whipped Emma into the corner post only for Emma to avoid any attempt at a follow up attack as she came quickly out of the corner, catching Sophie a glancing blow with a clothesline. Sophie was still a little off balance as she found herself caught in a tight bear hug from behind by Emma whose arms ground away at the taught abs of the raven haired wildcat. Sophie was soon letting out some pained noises, but she also had her hands locked over Emma’s, trying to prise them free and escape. ‘No way’ said Emma as she lifted Sophie in the hold, causing her to end her attempted escape as her hands went to her face in pain. Emma continued with the move, grinding away and wearing Sophie down a little, but Emma’s attempt at a reverse atomic drop failed as Sophie blocked , then caught Emma with a couple of elbows to the chest to gain her freedom from the hold.
There was still little to choose between the two women as Sophie grabbed Emma in a side headlock, then including a handful of Emma’s hair in the move, she flipped Emma to the mat. Sophie was briefly in top position, lying across Emma’s chest only to quickly find herself revered into another head scissor by Emma. Emma went to Sophie’s hair, looking to tear away and add to the pain her thighs were causing, but she was soon on the receiving end as Sophie sunk a couple of punches into to the pit of Emma’s stomach before making good use of her teeth on Emma’s inner thigh, and Emma was forced to turn loose her scissor hold.
Round two continued in much the same way for the majority of its remainder; one fighter would attack and seem to have gained some kind of advantage only for the other to quickly counter the hold and put the fight back on an even footing. Still there was just enough time for one last submission attempt in the round as Sophie was able to catch Emma in the corner with three hard knee lifts to the stomach before body slamming her and moving in for a reverse face sit and stomach claw combination. I didn’t think that Emma could have held out for long as her cries of pain were clear even from underneath Sophie’s shapely arse, but time expired and Tara moved Sophie off a clearly relieved Emma. Two rounds of fighting had passed without a single submission so far; something would have to give in round 3 though.
Both women had discarded their outfits for the start of round 3, standing naked as Tara reminded them that the first submission in round 3 would win the match. The final round of the match then got underway slowly; both women anxious to get in the decisive attack but neither wanting to fall foul of it. Emma found her range, slapping Sophie repeatedly in the face from long range through the first minutes of round 3 while the raven haired fighter looked to reply in kind only to find Emma a more elusive target. Sophie rushed forward, looking to close in on Emma only to find herself on the receiving end of a sharp punch to the breasts as Emma backed clear.
Sophie gritted her teeth, and ignoring the pain in her chest she continued forward, tying Emma up in a mutual bear hug and backing her into the corner. Both women had the same idea, looking for a knee to the crotch, but neither was successful. Still, Emma was unprepared as Sophie landed a head butt to her chest, and then with Emma stunned she broke the double bear hug, unleashing a flurry of hard body punching against the corner post which drove Emma down to her knees. Sophie took a front headlock, but before she had the chance to add to it, Emma landed a straight punch to Sophie’s stomach and the hold was broken. Emma was able to get clear of Sophie, and for the time being, the fight was back at long range with the two naked amazons trading slaps and punches.
Emma landed a kick to Sophie’s inner thigh, but when she looked to follow with a kick to Sophie’s other thigh, the tattooed tough girl was waiting on the move, grabbing Emma’s foot and pulling her to the mat. Sophie followed up quickly, a leg drop across Emma’s throat landing hard, and when she converted it into a side head scissor, I thought Emma was in trouble. ‘No!’ Emma cried out as Sophie poured on the pressure using her powerful thighs to grind away at Emma whose bridge merely brought her crotch into range for Sophie’s fingers. Sophie wasted no time in adding a crotch claw to the powerful head scissor, and she was soon asking Emma if she gave up yet.
Emma was defiant, answering no through her yells of pain, and then she was able to get a grip of Sophie’s feet, twisting them to force her way clear of the head scissor. A slap to Sophie’s face followed, and then a couple more to the breasts and again Emma was able to battle free and to her feet in this epic struggle. All the same, Sophie had been on top through the last few minutes, and I felt it might start to take its toll on Emma. It seemed I was wrong though as Emma ploughed into Sophie, driving her to the ropes behind a concerted flurry of body punches before whipping her into the opposite ropes and catching the rock chick in a bear hug as she rebounded. ‘Aaaagh’ Sophie cried out as Emma lifted her off her feet in the crushing grip of her bear hug, but Sophie was also not going to give this one up without a fight. Emma continued to grind away though, and Sophie appeared on the verge of giving up as she looked limp within Emma’s powerful grasp. At what appeared to be the last second, Sophie fired a desperate knee into Emma’s crotch; a move as cruel as it had been unexpected for Emma and with that, it seemed that the tide of battle had shifted once more.
Emma staggered from the impact of the knee, which Sophie immediately followed with a further knee to the stomach; then she whipped Emma into the ring ropes, dropped to the her knees, and as Emma rebounded, punched her hard in the stomach. Emma was dropped to the mat where Sophie continued to punish her, first with a elbow drop across the chest, and then a cruel bow and arrow hold which drew pained cries from Emma. Still Sophie wasn’t able to extract a submission, and with Emma looking as if she might break free, Sophie broke the hold before getting to her feet to stomp Emma’s back a few times. Emma grabbed her foot eventually, sending Sophie sprawling off balance, but as she got back to her feet it was clear that of the two naked warriors, Sophie was now in the better condition.
Emma struggled to her knees, rising straight into a front stranglehold, applied tightly by the rock chick who quickly had Emma in trouble again as she ground away on the hold before pulling Emma to her feet. A big body slam followed from Sophie who confidently hovered over Emma until she got back to her knees and found herself trapped once again in the front stranglehold. We were now almost ten minutes into the deciding round of the fight, and Sophie was systematically wearing Emma down now as she cranked away on the well applied strangle. Again she brought Emma to her feet, this time using an across the knee back breaker as her favoured method of attack. The air was driven from Emma’s lungs by the impact before Sophie pushed her to the mat where she applied a perfect reverse face sit. I fancied that the match was on the verge of being over now as Sophie latched her fingers on to Emma’s breasts briefly drawing a muffled cry of pain from Emma who bridged in an attempt to dislodge her tormentor.
It proved to be futile as Sophie slammed her fist into Emma’s stomach dropping her attempted bridge. Desperate to escape now, Emma attempted to bridge again, and this time, Sophie took the chance to wrap her arms around Emma’s stomach in a bear hug down on the mat.
‘You’ve made a mistake there bitch!’ Sophie told Emma from her position still sitting squarely on her face. ‘Now there’s a submission coming’ she said as she ground away with the bear hug and face sit combination.
‘No.......’ Emma replied weakly, but it was clear that she was finished now, and as Sophie asked her again, ‘submit?’ she was forced to admit defeat to victorious rock chick.
It had been a tough match for Emma, and a hard defeat, but afterwards I was surprised to find she was in such good spirits – although she had lost the match, Emma had also enjoyed the tough contest.