Eliminator
By wolfboy
Emma fights in a final eliminator to earn a shot at the title against a catfighting cheerleader.
The final eliminator bout was to be a first for the Smythe catfight organisation; the match was to shown as a pay-per-view live internet broadcast. We were a little surprised that a title eliminator had been chosen first for this rather than a title fight, but Lady Amelia had explained the one easily enough when Emma had asked her about it.
‘Simple really’ she had replied ‘The Professional doesn’t want to fight in a live broadcast in case she is unmasked. She’s fine with her fights getting released afterwards, because we can pixelate her face if the mask slips’ Amelia explained. ‘Besides, your fights are normally more entertaining, and your opponent for this one adds plenty of interest too.
‘No complaints from me anyway’ Emma agreed ‘the fact that I’m getting a percentage of the pay-per-view takings is cool with me!’
Amelia was right as well; Emma’s opponent for this match had caused a lot of extra interest in the match. Former Tampa Bay Buccaneers cheerleader Britney Taylor had put together an impressive record in her 4 years of catfighting. The ex-cheerleader was in fantastic shape having added muscle to an already trim physique and though she would be outweighed by 30 lbs, she was sure to give Emma a tough match. With the match being shown as a pay=per-view, Britney made the ideal opponent for Emma – two different but attractive women with different styles of catfighting. The advent of ‘ring walks’ with music also played towards making Britney the perfect choice.
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Emma now stood, waiting impatiently in the ring wearing a black halter top with a black thong and mini skirt. As we knew Britney would wear boots, Emma reciprocated, wearing a pair of flat, knee length black boots. Emma’s ring walk music, Crush by Paramore, had finished now, and as the opening bars of ACDC’s You Shook Me All Night Long kicked in, the raven haired former cheerleader Britney Taylor danced her way to the ring. There was no denying she was a stunning woman, 135lbs of fitness model sexiness topped off with a thousand watt smile. She looked the part too, dresses as she was in one of her old Tampa Bay cheerleading outfits of bronze hotpants, red and bronze vest crop top, shiny tan pantyhose and black cheerleader boots.
As the music faded, the ring announcer started with the introductions as Britney sidled up to Emma in the ring. To the casual observer, it might have seemed that Britney was moving in for some trash talk; Emma told me later that she was actually apologising for the flashy nature of her ring entrance as she had just done what she’d been asked to but hadn’t felt it was all necessary before a catfight. Before Emma had any chance to reply though, the announcer had moved through the preliminary announcements and was ready to introduce the two fighters.
‘In the red corner, from England is Emma Baines. Emma is 30 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall and she weighs in tonight at 165lbs. Emma’s measurements are 40E-26-37 and she has a catfight record of 23 wins with 8 defeats. Her opponent from America is Britney Taylor. Britney is 28 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighs in at 135 lbs. Britney’s measurements are 36D-23-36 and she has a catfight record of 14 wins with 3 defeats. This fight is to decide the number one contender to receive a shot at the Smythe title. It is no time limit, no holds barred and it is the best 3 out of 5 submissions to win.’
Both women stood looking across the ring at each other as the referee prepared to start the Smythe organisations first foray into the pay-per-view catfighting. From my position in Emma’s corner, I just hoped that she had remembered the tactics we had discussed beforehand – Britney often seemed to start slowly, but as opponents attacked her, she would work away to their bodies and particularly their breasts with well timed counters. At times, she seemed happy enough to sacrifice a fall to do some damage of her own that would tell later in the fight. The plan was for Emma to attack, but with caution, making sure that Britney could not do too much damage herself. The bell rang, and as Emma moved forward towards Britney, it was time to find out. Emma had the height and reach advantage, and she used it well as the fight got underway to keep Britney on the back foot with slaps to the face. Emma was surprised briefly by Britney’s speed of foot as she ducked under one slap to land two stinging punches to the body before Emma used her strength to force Britney back.
Indeed the pattern of the first couple of minutes saw Emma score at range with her slaps and occasional body punches while Britney in the role of counter puncher would occasionally slip Emma’s attacks and land some solid looking body blows. Tiring of that pattern, Emma managed to grab a handful of Britney’s glossy jet black hair, pulling the cheerleader in close before firing a knee lift into her stomach. Stunned slightly, Britney looked to break away only for Emma to yank her violently to the mat by the hair. Britney’s hands went to the fire burning in her scalp as she lay on the mat, and she was wide open to an elbow drop to the stomach from Emma which winded her. Britney clutched at her stomach, only to find Emma straight back into her hair, pulling her upright before whipping her in to the corner post.
A solid impact saw Britney sag slightly using the ropes to support herself as Emma thudded some body punches home. Britney responded though, a knee to Emma’s stomach followed by an uppercut to her right breast forced Emma back and Britney was able to escape from the corner. Both women circled again, Emma slapping Britney’s face before miscalculating with a body punch and stumbling into range for Britney to land a sharp kick to her side. Emma dropped to a knee, quickly finding Britney’s thigh driven in to her face, sending her sprawling to the mat. A flying splash from Britney found the target as she crashed down across Emma’s body, and then Emma was trapped in a side headlock by the American as she looked to punish Emma, cranking painfully on her head. Emma responded, getting a solid grip of Britney’s hair to pull her head into a painful position; Britney redoubled her efforts though, pulling Emma’s head into a painful position of its own. As the bout approached five minutes gone, both women were starting to let out their first pained noises.
Emma eventually managed to use Britney’s hair effectively, gaining release from the hold as Britney once again tried to deal with the burning pain in her scalp. Emma was quick to swap tactics though, moving on top of Britney to pin her with a nicely applied grapevine pin. Now Britney howled with pain as Emma’s legs forced hers wide, but the cheerleader was still in the fight, hooking punches into Emma’s body from beneath her until Emma thought better of the situation, releasing Britney and rolling clear to her feet. Still, Emma had the best of the early exchanges and that continued as she used her size to bully Britney into the corner post where the two women exchanged body punches. Emma was the heavier hitter of the two, but Britney was still effective and unerringly accurate with her counter punches to Emma’s body and breasts. Emma settled the exchange in her favour though, a one two to Britney’s stomach, a crashing slap to her face, and finally an uppercut to her left breast dropping the catfighting cheerleader to the mat.
Wasting no time, Emma picked her up by the hair to deliver a body slam in the corner and with Britney’s head just under the rope; Emma was able to move in to apply a face sit. Britney quickly tried to wrap her legs around Emma’s body to dislodge her but Emma had seen that one coming, wrapping her arms around the ring ropes to prevent Britney from succeeding. Worse for Britney, Emma was able to trap her legs on the second attempt, and with the American folded painfully and her face trapped under Emma’s crotch, it was soon 1-0 to Emma as Britney tapped the mat to signal her first submission. There was almost eight minutes gone in the match, as she came back to the corner, Emma already wore the fine sheen of sweat of her exertion in the early stages. So far though, things were going more or less to plan despite Britney’s effective, precise counter punching. We briefly discussed tactics (keep it going, more of the same being my general theme) and then round two was underway.
In the early exchanges of round two, Britney looked to give ground, happy to let Emma use some energy tracking her round the ring to land the odd blow before she snapped back and skipped clear of any retaliation. That was the pattern for the first couple of minutes, a slap to the face from Emma countered by a sharp punch to her breasts, then Britney would move clear giving Emma no time to strike back. Looking to change that, Emma was able to rush Britney, forcing her into a corner behind a barrage of slaps to head and body. With Britney trapped, Emma was able to start unloading heavy body punches effectively, her fists thudding into the cheerleader’s tight body. Britney tried to respond, but her accurate counter punches seemed to have deserted her with the exception of one uppercut that lifted Emma’s right breast clear of her bra top. Rounding off her assault though, Emma struck back cruelly with a one two to Britney’s breasts followed by a straight knee to the crotch and Britney was down in the corner.
Britney’s respite on the floor was brief as Emma immediately grabbed her long hair to roughly pull her back to her feet. A solid punch to the stomach followed, doubling Britney up, and Emma used that chance to apply a standing head scissor on the American. Leaning against the corner post, Emma was able to apply the full power of her thighs to draw cries of pain from Britney who responded by sinking her nails in to the only target she could find – Emma’s arse. Now it was Emma’s turn to cry out in pain, but she was able to respond in kind, raking her nails up Britney’s back before hooking them under the back of the cheerleader’s top, pulling it clear of her breasts to expose her proud 36D’s.
Britney was tenacious though, soon getting her nails back into Emma’s backside, and it was Emma who decided to break away from the head scissor, sending Britney to her knees with a clubbing blow across her back. Emma looked to get straight back on the attack whipping Britney in to the corner post, but her follow up attempt at a running splash against the corner post failed as Britney skipped clear leaving Emma to catch nothing but corner post as she ran chest first into the corner. Britney struck back , landing two solid kidney punches against the corner, and with Emma momentarily stunned, she took a handful of hair to slam her face into the corner post. Emma slumped forward in the corner, her arms draped across the ropes the only thing holding her up as Britney unclasped and removed Emma’s black bra top.
Turning Emma round, Britney landed two punches to each breast before locking on a double breast claw against the corner post, leaning into Emma to put all her power behind the attack as her nails went to work on the sensitive breast flesh. Emma roared with pain, but it also seems to have pulled her back to her senses as she quickly put a stop to the attack with a straight knee to Britney’s crotch. Now Britney was stunned, standing as her hands went to her crotch and left her jaw wide open to a right hand from Emma which dropped her to the mat. Emma followed her down immediately with a full body splash, and then Emma added a grapevine pin and breast smother to hold Britney down to the mat.
‘Don’t like my tits as much now they’re suffocating you do you bitch?’ Emma asked Britney, receiving only muffled noises of discomfort in reply.
‘Submit then bitch!’ Emma continued, before she shrieked once more as Britney’s teeth sunk into her left breast briefly; Emma putting a stop to it with a body punch and a bit of extra work on the grapevine bringing an extra cry from Britney who was unable to force Emma off her. Eventually the smother took its toll on the catfighting cheerleader who was left with no choice other than to submit making it 2-0 to the now topless Emma. Britney looked dishevelled as she lay on the mat for a few seconds after Emma returned to the corner; her top was lifted, exposing her breasts and her pantyhose had laddered where Emma’s boots had ground against them in the grapevine.
Back in the corner, Emma’s breasts had reddened from Britney’s attacks and they were clearly a little sore, but Emma was confident now. ‘I think she’s tiring a bit’ Emma said ‘and she doesn’t actually hit that hard, she’s just very accurate.’
‘You have to stay on top of her though’ I reminded Emma. ‘Remember, she’s won some long matches against some pretty tough girls, don’t assume she’s beaten just yet.’
My words would look quite prophetic as Britney dominated the early exchanges of round 3. First she surprised Emma by removing her own top at the start of the round and hurling it Emma’s face, using the distraction to rush forward and tackle Emma down to the mat. With Emma grounded, Britney was able to secure a tight headlock, wrenching hard on Emma’s neck as she pulled her face in the side of her breast. Emma instantly went to Britney’s long hair looking to ease the pressure on her, but Britney wrenched hard on the headlock, and Emma instead moved her hands to try and pry Britney’s fingers apart. Britney took that as her cue to move to a new hold, shifting quickly to a full body pin with Emma’s hands pinned above her head. Taking her time, Britney was careful to make sure she had Emma well pinned before lifting her body slightly and dropping down hard on Emma’s stomach. A well timed attack, it left Emma briefly winded and wide open to a double breast claw which Britney applied with relish, sinking her nails once more into Emma’s voluptuous breasts.
Emma cried out, but was quick to grab a handful of Britney’s hair before raining in a series of slaps to the catfighting cheerleader’s face. The blows had the desired effect, forcing Britney to break her claw hold and get clear of the stinging slaps. It had been a good start to the round for Britney, and she looked to continue that by taking a double handful of hair and looking to pull Emma to her feet. Emma fired a punch low into Britney’s stomach, slowing the American down a little, but as Emma looked to rise under her own steam, she was caught by a knee lift to the breasts which knocked her back to the mat. A leg drop followed, Britney leaping high in to the air before crashing her leg down across Emma’s chest, and as she grabbed for her bruised breasts, it was clear that Emma was back in trouble in round 3.
Following up, Britney pulled Emma upright before firing a sharp kick into the inside of both of Emma’s thighs. It forced Emma’s legs wide as she stood, and I feared that Britney was going to fire a third kick in to her crotch; instead, she went to a standing crotch claw, forcing Emma up on to tiptoes as she gave out cries of pain before Britney converted the hold to deliver a big body slam. It was an impressive show of strength from the smaller woman, and one that she was quick to capitalise on with a second leg drop across Emma’s chest. It was clear that Britney was softening up Emma’s breasts for some kind of submission attempt. I had imagined she might go for a straight forward breast claw, but the American was a little more inventive than that. With Emma grounded, she first of all pinned her arms above her head before biting both of Emma’s breasts drawing screams of protest. A pair of stinging slaps to each breast followed, before Britney finally applied her chosen submission hold of a breast scissor.
Britney’s rock hard thighs ground away at Emma’s tender breasts while her fingers twisted and pulled at Emma’s breasts at the same time. Emma bridged as she screamed out in pain, and in doing so, she presented her crotch as a secondary target that Britney wasted no time in going after, first punching Emma in the crotch, and then grabbing Emma’s thong to apply a wedgie that was so forceful, it ripped Emma’s thong which fell away from Emma’s body. A straight fingered thrust to the left breast followed, then some more clawing of the breasts. Britney didn’t even need to ask Emma if she submitted as she thrashed at the mat in both pain and frustration to escape the painful predicament by conceding the third fall.
It took Emma a few seconds to gather herself as she lay on the mat before she returned to the corner. Stripped of her bra and thong, she now just wore her tiny micro skirt and knee length boots. It was clear her breasts hurt like crazy as well which she confirmed in the corner. ‘Hurts like a bitch!’ she tried to smile as Britney looked over from her corner.
‘Try and keep her at range if you can Em’ I suggested ‘at least for a few minutes until you recover a bit. Either that or floor her and pin her arms down so she can’t do any damage!’ I offered.
Round four was clearly the key to the fight now. Of course Emma could win it in this round; if she didn’t and took a similar amount of punishment again in the process, I wasn’t sure she could pull it off in the final round. With that in mind, I was pleased to see Emma able to take the centre of the ring and command the first couple of minutes of the round. Like a boxer, Emma kept her guard up to protect her battered breasts while at the same time planting several rock solid jabs into the cheerleader’s body. In reply, Britney landed one good slap to the face of Emma who simply replied with a solid uppercut in to the waistband of her bronze hot pants almost lifting her feet from the mat. Britney looked winded, Emma taking that as her chance to step up the attack only for the catfighting cheerleader to counter with a sharp jab to Emma’s right breast, and Emma was forced into a defensive retreat under a barrage of slaps. Backed up, Emma found herself in the corner, where Britney landed on kick to the inner thigh. As she looked to follow with a kick to the inside of Emma’s other thigh again, Emma caught her foot before sweeping away Britney’s standing foot to send her crashing to the mat.
Emma looked for an elbow drop, but Britney rolled clear and was instead able to catch Emma in a standing head scissor as she rose to her knees. Britney tried to maintain that hold only for Emma to send her flying through the air as she used her strength to back drop the American to the mat. Again Britney avoided the follow up attack from Emma, but this time both women got back to their feet and circled each other warily, sensing that a mistake at this time could well be vital. Emma was caught with a kick to the stomach by Britney replying with a desperate lunge forward as Britney looked to follow up, tackling the jet black haired wildcat to the mat in an untidy heap. Hands in each other’s hair, the two women battled once again for supremacy as the rolled across the mat, and this time it was Emma who came out on top, catching Britney with a knee to the crotch as the action continued. Quick as a cat, Emma moved into a reverse face sit as she looked to finish the match off quickly. Britney’s whole body lay before Emma as a target from her seat on the cheerleader’s pretty face and Emma took her time now, slamming solid punches into Britney’s perfectly toned abs. It wasn’t quite enough to force a submission from Britney, nor was Emma’s crotch claw as she got her hand inside Britney’s hot pants. In the end though, Emma went for a double breast claw, repaying Britney for her earlier breast attacks, and the combination of naked face sitting and breast torture was enough to get the job done, Emma rising from Britney’s face in victory immediately as she gave in.
It was a hard fought victory for Emma as she took the time to help Britney up from the mat. Emma had finally secured the number one contenders spot, but would she now be able to beat The Professional to claim the Smythe title? That wasn’t quite all that Emma had gained from the match as I found out afterwards.
‘Steve’ she said to me ‘Britney is going to stay with us for a couple of days until her flight home, you don’t mind do you? She’s a really nice girl.... at least when she’s not trying to rip my tits off!’ she laughed ‘so I said we’d put her up for a couple of days.’
‘No complaints from me’ I agreed, not knowing at the time that this unlikely friendship would lead to Emma making her catfighting debut in the States with Britney in the future.