Orient Express
By wolfboy

Emma gets her ‘reward’ for beating Alana in their deciding match.

Emma’s next match promised to be a little easier than her hard fought defeat against the tough rock chick Sophie Morgan. As a ‘reward’ for winning her deciding match with the blonde school teacher Alana Seddon, Alana had promised to send her an opponent for a future match. Alana had a Japanese student, Amaya Inokuma, who had wanted to take on a larger, western woman in a catfight. While Alana didn’t profess to understand her student’s thinking on this, she had managed to set up the match for Amaya, with Emma being only too happy to oblige as her opponent.

Alana had set up the rules for the fight with Emma, and had also agreed to referee the match. We would host the match which was to be a twenty minute match with most submissions or a complete submission of the match to win. Amaya had requested it to be no holds barred, something which Emma was happy to go along with. The only other rule was that there would be a two minute break after each submission; again, I thought this probably suited Emma quite well.

So, on the day of the fight we welcomed Alana and Amaya to our house, and after Emma and Alana had caught up on each other’s recent catfighting exploits, we headed upstairs for both fighters to get into their chosen fight outfits before heading to the garage fight area. I took the opportunity to remind Emma that she needed to start well and get on top of Amaya so that she didn’t get chance to use her speed to her advantage. If Emma got on top, I couldn’t see how Amaya would have the strength to hold her off. As we headed back to the garage, I could see that Alana had changed into a black catsuit to referee the match; at the moment the two fighters had their outfits hidden under long robes. In the garage though, the robes were quickly discarded as both women headed into the ring. Emma I already knew to be wearing a yellow and black criss-cross choler romper suit. Amaya’s robe dropped to the ground to reveal a simple black halter neck swimsuit, she was clearly in good shape though she was clearly outmatched in size by Emma.

Alana called both women together before reminding them both of the rules for the fight. ‘Don’t forget, you can both quit the match at any time’ she helpfully pointed out, more for Amaya’s benefit I suspected. ‘Introductions then ladies’ Alana continued ‘first, wearing black, from Japan is Amaya Inokuma. Amaya is 19 years old, 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 127 lbs. Her measurements are 34B-23-35 and she has a record of 4 wins without defeat. Her opponent in yellow is Emma Baines. Emma is 30 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 166lbs. She measures 40E-26-37 and her record stands at 21 wins and 8 defeats. OK, back to your corners ladies and then come out fighting’

Amaya certainly carried herself like a fighter as the two women circled each other looking for an early opening. That she didn’t shirk away from a couple of pretty heavy slaps to the body from Emma also looked promising for the fight. She was hopelessly over matched by Emma’s strength though as they locked up, Emma tossing her to the mat with ease. The little Japanese fighter was quick to sprawl clear though, and then she sensibly used that speed when Emma looked to lock up with her again, ducking under Emma’s arms before landing a forearm across her back and then scurrying clear. Emma smiled, not really hurt by the attack, but she was still frustrated when Amaya repeated the move a couple more times.

‘Are you here to fight or not?’ Emma asked in mock exasperation, receiving her reply in the shape of Amaya’s quick feet as the Japanese woman landed a couple of sharp kicks to Emma’s body. Looking to come in behind the kicks, Amaya rushed forward only to catch a right hand punch to the stomach that dropped her to her knees. A kick to the chest of Amaya knocked the lightweight fighter on to her back, and with that, Emma moved in for a face pin, grabbing Amaya’s long black hair to pull her face squarely into Emma’s crotch, and in no time at all, Emma was one-nil up on her diminutive opponent.

Back in her corner during the break, I could hear Alana telling Amaya ‘You were doing the right thing with the hit and run tactics. You can’t match power with Emma; she’ll beat you hands down if you do that’. I just told Emma to stay focussed on the matter at hand – if she did that I could only see one winner.

The fight got back underway with Amaya looking to work behind some sharp jabs to Emma’s breasts, but to do so she had to come in range of Emma’s slaps which crashed off her face, causing an early rethink of tactics. Amaya crouched low as she approached Emma, ducking her attack and going behind Emma to catch her in a waist lock. Instead of taking her down though, Amaya ran Emma chest first into the corner post. Emma was winded as Amaya drove a couple of punches into her lower back before spinning her around and slapping her across the face. Emma reeled from the blow as the Japanese fighter delivered an uppercut to Emma’s breasts that threatened to force them free from her yellow romper suit. Emma was looking in a little bit of trouble as Amaya used her impressive speed to land a couple of knee strikes to Emma’s stomach before Emma gathered herself and pushed Amaya away. It was a brief respite as Amaya rushed back in with some body punches before Emma was able to grab her in a tight bear hug stopping the attack.

It was Amaya’s turn to be surprised as Emma caught her with a knee to the crotch, and then using her power, she picked Amaya up to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop, and as Amaya went to the mat, Emma took a few seconds to gather herself before she went onto the attack. Grabbing Amaya’s long hair, she pulled her roughly to her feet before delivering a body slam. Amaya was wracked with pain from that move even before Emma followed up with a leg drop across her breasts. Emma went back to Amaya’s hair, pulling her head between her powerful thighs and then clamping her ankles together to deliver a crushing head scissor. A double handful of hair added to Amaya’s pain as Emma tore at her, and soon, Amaya was forced into a second submission after only six minutes of the fight; Emma was 2-0 to the good.

‘Keep on her’ I told Emma ‘she can’t match you for power, so just keep going as you are’. It looked to me like Amaya was getting more or less the opposite message from Alana over in the corner before round three got underway with Emma stalking the increasingly cautious Japanese fighter across the ring. Amaya looked to buy herself some time, keeping Emma at bay to some extent with some fast kicks to her thighs, but Emma was able to find her range with a series of body punches too and while it appeared that the round was evenly poised, I was pretty sure that Emma’s extra strength would be taking its toll on Amaya. Soon, Emma had Amaya backed up to the walled section of the fight area where she sunk in a couple of hooks to the body only to get surprised as Amaya shot a foot into the pit of her stomach and followed quickly with a well times judo throw which put Emma flat on her back in the centre of the mats. Amaya again used her speed, catching Emma with an elbow drop across the throat, and then using Emma’s hair, she pulled her into a painful headlock down on the mat. Amaya was lying her 127lbs across Emma’s chest as she held her in the headlock, clearly enjoying being on top properly for the first time in the fight as she asked Emma ‘you like that bitch?’

I’m pretty sure from her pained cries, Emma’s answer was that she didn’t like it at all, but using her power, she didn’t have to endure it for all that long before she was able to use a handful of Amaya’s hair to muscle her into a side head scissor. The young Japanese fighter was in a trouble again and had no answer to Emma’s power as her thighs worked away on her head. Emma took the opportunity to deliver some hard, stinging slaps to Amaya’s breasts before she tore away the thin shoulder straps of her swimsuit to expose the Japanese fighter’s pert breasts to some painful breast mauling which soon led to a third submission with the bout still short of the halfway mark. I wasn’t sure how much Amaya had left now as she had been on the receiving end of Emma’s worst attentions for much of the match so far.

Emma felt much the same way over in the corner between rounds, but after a pep talk from Alana, the now topless teenager was back in the ring and ready to start round four. One thing was clear, Amaya was a game little fighter, and she proved it again briefly as she put together a rapid fire string of kicks and punches which forced Emma onto the defensive as she back pedalled. Most of the blows were blocked, although a couple of sharp uppercuts once again threatened to release Emma’s breasts from her romper suit before she struck back with a three punch combination to Amaya’s body, and again the young Japanese woman was dropped to her knees on the mats.

Emma went to the hair of her young opponent, using it to bring Amaya to her feet before knocking her back to the mat with a single hard body punch. Emma repeated the dose, again flooring Amaya before whipping her into the corner post, and moving in cautiously, she began to pick her shots, punishing her opponent with well placed, powerful body punches. Amaya seemed to be on the way out as Emma’s punches drew whimpers of pain from her, but gathering herself for one last effort, she shocked Emma with a hard slap to the face, and as Emma reeled away from her, Amaya caught her off balance with a flying drop kick, and Emma careered to the mat.

The lightweight Japanese vixen flew into action, sensing perhaps that this was her last real chance to make a mark on Emma. Waiting for Emma to reach all fours, she kicked her in the stomach, and then as Emma rolled back to the mat, Amaya dropped a leg across Emma’s breasts. Satisfied with that move, Amaya moved herself into a reverse face sit before releasing Emma’s breasts from the top of her romper suit. Emma’s E cup breasts made an inviting target for Amaya, and from her seat on Emma’s face, she softened them up with a couple of punches before sinking her nails into them drawing some muffled shrieks of pain from Emma. It was quite a predicament for Emma and as she passed thirty seconds in the hold, I felt she might be forced to give, but again her extra strength told as she was able to bridge and buck her hips to dislodge Amaya for long enough to catch her breath. As Amaya looked to find her way back onto Emma’s face, Emma swung her legs back and she was able to wrap them around Amaya, pulling the Japanese fighter off her and into a crushing body scissor.

Payback was on Emma’s mind now as she worked away with her thighs on Amaya’s body while she latched her nails on to her opponent’s nipples, soon drawing pained cries from the young fighter. ‘Give up?’ Emma asked, tensing her thighs again to more or less deny Amaya the breath to answer with. Her response of ‘no’ came out as little more than a rasp as Emma continued to grind away with the scissor hold.

‘Fair enough’ Emma said, more to herself than Amaya, before releasing the scissor hold to bring Amaya to her feet. A big body slam followed, Emma easily lifting and slamming her lighter foe before delivering a crushing full body splash to Amaya as she lay on the mat. With Amaya winded, Emma took the chance to apply a rear body scissor and sleeper hold combination, and that really was it for Amaya who quickly tapped only to find Emma not so keen to let her go this time as she demanded that Amaya should give up the whole match. That led to some more, brief, futile resistance from Amaya, but it was all to no avail as she was forced, on the verge of being choked out, to submit the whole match to Emma.

It had been a pretty comfortable victory for Emma in the end. She was generous in her praise of Amaya though afterwards as she told her it had been a ‘tough enough match and you did everything you could, but you just weren’t big enough to really get on top of me’. I felt we might see more of Amaya in the future though, she was only 19, and she clearly knew her way around a catfight; time would tell if I was right.