On Tour

By wolfboy

Emma defends her title in Cyprus against a powerful blonde

Before Emma could take on the South African fighter Xena Stevens in a voluntary title defence earned by Xena in a dominant performance, she would have to take on two mandatory title defences. The first of those would be against the winner of the eight woman international tournament Amelia Hunt. Amelia was based in Cyprus but was British, and after some negotiation, the Smythe’s had agreed that the match could take place in Cyprus. Emma and I were happy enough as it meant we got to spend a few days in the sun, and so Emma would be the first fighter to defend the Smythe Championship outside of Lord and Lady Smythe’s house.

We knew a little about Amelia from her exploits in the tournament to become number one contender. The tall blonde was a powerful six footer who weighed in at about 190lbs, topping her impressive frame was a pair of 42F breasts that she had used to smother out three opponents on her way to earning a title shot. She was pretty inexperienced though, and so I fancied Emma would handle her in the end; get stuck with those breasts in her face though and anything was possible.

So the rules settled on for this were four rounds of 5 minutes each followed by an unlimited time round. Only one submission or a knockout would be needed to settle the match; a knockout was defined as being unable to rise from the mat within twenty seconds if untouched. Emma had gone for the short rounds so that she could set a fast pace and look to tire Amelia out; I also thought that the short rounds gave her a chance of holding out against a smother also. Lord Smythe had really outdone himself in finding a spectacular venue for the match – a secluded cliff top villa where the pool had been drained and lined with wrestling mats for the occasion to give a large fighting area of around 30 feet by 20 feet. Adding to the different feel of the occasion, the fight area was lit by torches which surrounded the rim of the pool. The fight was scheduled to start a 9pm in the evening; the temperature in the mid 20’s Celsius more than comfortable enough for both women.

Emma completed her preparations for the match inside the villa, slipping on her low-cut leopard print romper suit over a pair of black fence net tights. She was ready, wounds healed from her match with Xena and she was raring to go as we walked out into the night air, down the steps into the pool where Amelia was waiting. The powerful blonde’s outfit was still unknown at this point, concealed under a knee length pink silk robe. It was an impressive touch from Lord Smythe that the entire floor of the pool was covered entirely with wrestling mats – even the sides of the pool had been padded to create a large ‘pit’ for the women to fight in.

Emma reached her corner as the announcer started to introduce the two fighters. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is for the Smythe Federation championship and it will be fought over 4 five minute rounds followed by one unlimited round of catfighting in which both fighters will be naked. It is anything goes with one submission or a knockout being required for the win. Introducing first, the challenger from England but fighting out of Cyprus, Amelia Hunt.’ Amelia stepped forward to remove her robe as the announcer continued, revealing a pair of low cut pink hot pants and a bra top that exposed the bottom third of her impressive breasts. ‘She is 6 feet tall, weighs 191lbs and measures 42F-28-38 with a record of 13 wins and just one defeat. Her opponent, making her second defence of the title is Emma Baines. Emma is 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighs 172lbs and measures 40E-27-37 with a fight record of 25 wins and 9 losses.’

The referee called both women together to deliver some last minute instructions before the bell rang and the first of the five rounds got underway with Emma probing Amelia’s defences with a couple of jabs to the chest. Amelia replied with a slap to the chest but Emma got a good grip of the blonde’s hair as she did that, pulling her straight into a knee life to the stomach. The big chested blonde was off guard then as Emma waist locked her and ran her back to the padded wall of the pool. Padded or not, Amelia cried out from the impact, sliding down the wall to a seated position where Emma instantly planted a foot across her throat. That move didn’t last too long as Amelia batted Emma’s leg away, but Emma’s follow up kick to the breasts of the busty blonde certainly found it’s mark. Knocked to the mat, Amelia clutched her chest while Emma grabbed her hair, slamming her face twice to the mat before rounding off the attack with a kick to the side which sent the blonde rolling across the mat in pain.

A satisfactory start to the match for Emma which she looked to follow up quickly grabbing Amelia’s hair to bring her to her feet. The blonde fired back, landing an elbow to Emma’s stomach which briefly left both women on their knees before a forearm to the chest from Emma put Amelia back down again. Given the format of the short rounds, Emma looked to keep up a fast pace, regaining her feet before landing an elbow drop across Amelia’s chest. The big blonde cried out her displeasure from that impact, but once again showed her early resilience, landing a short head butt to Emma’s stomach as she hovered over her. Again Emma was dropped to her knees by the impact, this time finding herself in a mutual double bear hug, both women testing the other with grinding forearms around their backs.

It was technique that won the exchange for Emma as she slowly asserted herself on the powerful challenger as she forced her onto her back on the mat, but the round was already over half way through as Emma converted the position into a grapevine pin. The big blonde was strong as well though as she battled Emma’s attempt to spread her legs successfully and with both women straining hard against the other, it was tough to say who held the advantage in the move. Amelia looked to put her long nails to good use, latching on a double breast claw through the fabric of Emma’s romper suit. Emma screeched, but fired back with two solid body punches which put paid to Amelia’s attempts. Emma tried again to assert the grapevine, but this time Amelia looked to pull Emma’s face down into her chest for a smother. Sensing the attack was going nowhere; Emma turned Amelia loose, landing a hard stomach punch as she did so to keep the blonde down.

Emma switched the focus of her attack, clamping her thighs around the body of the blonde in a crushing, grinding body scissor as the round entered the last minute. Both women took a pretty solid grip of the others’ hair as they tore away looking to gain any kind of late advantage until the bell rang to end round one. Emma was happy enough with how round one had gone, but the short, 30 second break between rounds provided little time for any kind of tactical discussion before the referee called both women back together to start round two with Emma again starting well, forcing the big blonde brawler back to the walls of the pool a couple of times. It wasn’t all one way traffic though in the early part of the round; Emma twice unloading a salvo of body punches only to be rocked by some excellent counter combinations from Amelia. Emma rode the first set of counterpunches well enough, but was sufficiently rocked by the second lot to grab Amelia in a clinch against the wall of the pool. The blonde looked to punish Emma with a straight knee to the crotch which Emma took on her thigh before replying with a head butt to Amelia’s ample chest.

The blonde groaned, but grabbed Emma’s long auburn tresses, using them to control Emma and throw her across the mats. Emma landed lightly, rolling away to deny Amelia an opening and was quickly back to her feet as the two women probed each other’s defences a little more cautiously now. Neither was keen to commit to the attack, both looking to counterpunch it seems as they sought to size each other up and there was a brief lull in the action before Emma rushed Amelia, forcing her back to the wall of the pool again. A handful of hair gave Emma control of Amelia’s head while a couple of sharp knee lifts to the stomach took a little bit of fight from the blonde temporarily. Emma forced Amelia’s top up further to completely expose her F cup breasts for the first time before gleefully slapping and punching at them. Amelia screamed out her protest but replied well with a slashing blow to the stomach and as Emma doubled up slightly from that, an elbow across the back of the neck put her on her knees in front of the blonde who was quick to apply a standing head scissor.

The blonde’s tanned thighs wrapped tightly around Emma’s head while she gathered the back of Emma’s romper suit to pull it hard into a wedgie. It was Emma’s turn for the pained moans until she was able to grab hold of Amelia’s ankles to pull her off balance and as the blonde sprawled to the mat, Emma was free of the scissor hold. The rest of round two was fought out at distance; Emma getting marginally the better of it, but both women landing some effective blows before the bell rang.

The brief 30 second break gave Emma the chance to adjust the back of her romper suit while Amelia replaced her top before starting the third of four short, five minute rounds. This time, the pace was furious from the start of the round, Amelia rocking Emma with a two punch combination to the body before rounding it off with a hard slap to the face. Amelia went for a body slam which Emma blocked, driving an elbow across Amelia’s shoulders before grabbing her arm ad whipping her chest first against the wall of the pool. Emma looked to follow up with a splash against the wall only for Amelia to move out of the way and Emma also hit the wall chest first. From Emma’s pained groan, I knew that Amelia’s follow up kidney punch had found its mark, but Emma resisted Amelia’s attempt to slam her face into the wall, using a well placed elbow to the blonde’s body to thwart that move. Amelia was backed up as Emma attempted to clothesline her to mat, but the blonde was only caught a glancing blow and skipped clear to end a frantic opening to round 3.

From distance, Emma landed a couple of slaps to the face of the challenger who responded with some attempted body punches of her own, but they were ineffective and Emma walked through them to grab the blonde’s long hair. She forced Amelia back to the wall before planting a foot in her stomach and falling back to monkey flip the big blonde to the mat. Amelia looked to have hit hard, and Emma took to the air, looking to crush her with a big splash only to realise too late that Amelia was on the move, and Emma hit nothing but the unforgiving mat. Amelia took her time now, gathering herself to attack before landing a knee drop to Emma’s lower back. Emma’s back arched, and she found that had given Amelia the opening to snake her right arm around her neck while her left hand plunged into Emma’s hair securing something a sleeper hold as Emma lay belly down on the mat. Emma fought back, her nails digging into Amelia’s forearm and quickly gaining her release from the sleeper. There was little respite though as Amelia slammed Emma’s face into the mat before pulling her upright by the hair.

Emma looked to grab Amelia’s hair, but the blonde was a step ahead, instead catching Emma with a short kick to the stomach. Emma dropped to her knees before Amelia lifted her part way back to her feet to deliver a second kick to the stomach and then with ease, Amelia lifted and body slammed Emma right in the middle of the large fight area. Emma’s hips rose briefly from the mat as she looked to alleviate the painful impact before Amelia struck with a stomp to the stomach and Emma was flat on the mat for a few seconds before Amelia hauled her upright for a second power packed body slam. This time, Emma looked to roll clear of any attempted follow up, but Amelia was patient and soon had Emma pinned down on the mat in a grapevine of her own, quickly thrusting her breasts into Emma’s face to try and secure a breast smother. Emma turned her face to the side to block the attempt as Amelia went to her hair to try and position her face better for the smother. Emma took advantage of having her hands released to punch and claw at the blonde’s breasts, forcing her way clear of the hold.

There was still a good minute or so left in the round, and a knee to Emma’s crotch down on the mat made it clear that she was still in trouble in this round even before Amelia used Emma’s romper suit to bring her back to her feet to deliver a second, more powerful, knee lift to the crotch. Emma dropped to the mat, followed by a big leg drop from Amelia which the blonde cleverly converted into a side head scissor, punishing Emma with the crushing power of her thighs while she peeled Emma’s top down to claw at her breasts. The blonde drew plenty of pained moans from Emma, but no submission, eventually having to turn Emma free as round three expired.

The advantage appeared to lie with the challenger after 15 minutes of catfighting, particularly as Emma failed to make it back to the corner during the 30 second break between rounds. Instead, Emma had just made it back to her knees as Amelia confidently rushed towards her at the start of the round. Emma had been waiting on her though, and stopped the big blonde cold with a straight punch to the pit of the stomach. Amelia’s lips formed an ‘O’ shape as the air rushed from her lungs before Emma followed up with a second body punch, and then one to the crotch which instantly dropped Amelia to the mat clutching at her womanhood in pain.

Still topless from the end of the last round, Emma looked to immediately press home her advantage, kicking the blonde in the side before pulling her off the mat and into a rib-cracking bear hug. Emma worked her arms around Amelia’s body as she looked to work over the challenger who responded by grabbing Emma’s hair while attempting to pull her face into a standing breast smother. It was partly successful too, Emma’s face pressed partly into her soft breasts until she again caught Amelia with a hard knee lift to the stomach which saw the blonde’s knees buckle slightly. A hard forearm to the chest bowled the blonde to the mat; a kick to the chest kept her there long enough for Emma to drape her shin across Amelia’s throat. One handful of hair accentuated the problem for Amelia as Emma looked to use that to pull her head forward to increase the effect of the shin choke. Amelia was labouring under this onslaught, and Emma sensed it, looking to slide her free hand inside the blonde fighter’s hot pants to apply a crotch claw which Amelia did her best to block with her legs tightly crossed. A deliberate series of hard body punches around the waist of her shorts soon weakened that resolve though, and then Emma’s fingers were at work inside the blonde drawing howls of protest from the fading challenger.

Desperation saw Amelia look to sink her teeth into Emma’s leg as she looked to alleviate the combined effect of the choke and crotch attack. Emma replied, a punch straight to the blonde’s face putting an end to the biting attack and with Amelia dazed, Emma moved her position to a face sit, riding the challenger’s face to a smother submission inside three minutes of the fourth round to claim victory in what had been a hard fought second defence of her title. On the horizon was a voluntary title defence against South African Xena Stevens, a bout Miss Stevens had earned by beating Emma in a private battle.

That bout would have to wait for one more mandatory title defence as Emma would now meet the winner of an 8 fighter tournament known as the ‘Sportswoman Series’. Lord Smythe had excelled himself with this one as he had drawn in women from 8 different sports to fight. The series include a cyclist, a skier, tennis player, show jumper, a javelin thrower, swimmer, a gymnast and a professional wrestler who also happened to be a former opponent of Emma’s mum Debbie. I was pretty sure from those women that Emma’s next defence might well be against Shelly Sands...