Distracted
By wolfboy

Can Emma put her loss to Sara behind her and defend her title against a big challenger

 

Emma’s next big challenge for the Smythe Catfight title came in the guise of Kelly Weaver. The American was a big challenger in more than one way; the champion of the Apartment Amazons of America organisation, she had put together an impressive string of 12 successive wins in that organisation. Her record had been questioned as people wondered how competitive that organisation was, but she had backed it up with two impressive wins against Smythe title veterans in Vicki Starr and Jackie Reeves. Those wins had elevated her to the status of number one contender and she was sure to present quite a challenge for Emma. Standing 6 feet tall, weighing a solid 185lbs, the big breasted Californian blonde was an imposing figure.

I was concerned about this challenge even before I’d seen and of Miss Weaver in action. Emma was still on the comeback from her defeat on the beach against Sara. Her only match since then had been a relatively unconvincing victory against WWE diva Kaitlyn in a private match where she had still appeared a little ‘gun shy’ of being trapped in her opponent’s breast smother. Watching Kelly’s two matches again Smythe fighters had done little to make me feel any better about her as an opponent. She loved to smother opponents with breast smothers and face pins which combined with her power seemed to make her almost the last opponent I would have chosen to face Emma at this point. Still, Emma seemed largely unconcerned by her as an opponent. I think she was already looking past Kelly and planning her revenge on Sara as soon as possible.

The rules for the match were set up as a 30 minute time limit; anything goes catfight with no breaks even on submission. The most submissions over the time limit or a knockout would win the match. Given the slightly unusual nature of the rules, I checked just to clarify that a submission move could be kept on, even after the submission had been won. ‘That’s correct’ I was told by Kelly’s manager ‘each submission counts and if a fighter is trapped, they have to find a way out. It’ll show who the tougher woman is.’

I did everything that I could to try and help prepare Emma for the unusual test that the rules would present. All the way through the build up though, I felt she was just a little distracted, but at least on the day of the fight, she seemed to be switched on to the task at hand. The one thing I was pretty sure that I had managed to get across to Emma was that might as well try not to submit if she was trapped in a move, because it wasn’t going to help her any. I also think that she had the general idea that if she got a good move on her Amazonian opponent, she should try and maintain it for as long as possible.

When we arrived in the ring room at Lord Smythe’s mansion for the match, the blonde American was already waiting in the corner of the ring. In the flesh, she looked an even more imposing figure; a pair of high heels adding another 4 inches to her height, while I concluded that her billed weight of 185lbs was probably generous. Everything about the blonde just looked big; big hair, big smile, big breasts and big body....

Emma slipped through the ropes into the ring and stood in her corner looking across the ring at the American, a look of apparent amusement on her face.

‘She’s just a pumped up fantasy catfighter Steve’ she said to me, ‘let’s see how long she lasts when the real stuff starts’ Emma said confidently.

‘You might be right’ I agreed ‘but she’s a bloody big fantasy fighter’ I reminded Emma ‘Don’t let her get on top of you, because she’ll take a bit of shifting if she does!’

The ring announcer began; ‘Ladies and Gentlemen this is a special rules catfight for the Smythe Catfight title. It will be fought to a thirty minute time limit with no breaks, even on submission. Victory will be by gaining the most submissions in the time limit, or by a knockout to the count of 15. No holds are barred. First of all, here if the challenger, from Vallejo, California; Kelly Weaver. She is 6 feet tall, weighs 185lbs measures 42DD-29-39 and has a catfight record of 18 wins with 2 defeats.’ Kelly stepped forward, taking the applause from the crowd as she removed her long robe and shoes to reveal her fight outfit; a camouflage mini dress with part of the front cut away to reveal her stomach along with opaque black hold ups trimmed with camouflage. Later events would prove she was also wearing a black thong.

The announcer continued; ‘and her opponent is the Smythe Catfight champion, Emma Baines. Emma is 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighs 165 lbs, measures 40E-27-37 with a catfight record of 30 wins and 12 defeats.’ Again, the crowd applauded as this time Emma stripped off her robe to reveal her fight outfight was a sheer black babydoll with a pink satin panel up the middle of it. Garters were attached to sheer black stockings while the see through nature of much of the baby doll made it clear that Emma also wore a black g-string underneath it.

The referee immediately signalled for the match to start, and more familiar with the big match atmosphere, it was Emma who took the initiative on the first coming together of the two fighters. Using a little bit of hair pulling she was quick to secure a side headlock on Kelly, bending the Californian forward slightly at the waist as she worked her arms around her head and neck. That position close in gave Kelly the chance to let Emma feel her power early on as she landed a couple of punches into her side. Emma worked the headlock once again, but then found herself backed steadily into the corner by the taller woman. Kelly looked to land with an uppercut to the body which Emma blocked with her arms, cracked a slap of the surprised blonde’s face and skipped clear of the corner before there was any chance of a reply.

On the next coming together, Emma slipped under her opponent’s defences, catching Kelly with a knee up into the stomach. That had Kelly stunned and Emma went to town on her for the next thirty seconds, a combination of body punching mixed with the odd slap to the face rocking the 6 footer across the ring as she found herself backed into the ropes. Keeping her arms high, almost in a boxer’s defensive style, Kelly left her stomach open to attack again and Emma landed a fast kick which doubled the taller woman up. Emma slammed two elbows down across the shoulders of the blonde, and just like that, she had taken the Amazon down to the mat. With Kelly lying face down, Emma took the chance to drop and elbow in the small of her back before finding she had plenty of hair to play with as she wrapped two hands in to Kelly’s blonde mane, leaving her knee posted in the small of her back to produce a punishing, hair-held camel clutch type of hold.

‘Submit?’ Emma asked the blonde who replied ‘NO’ quickly enough. Emma lifted her knee slightly before driving it back down in the small of the blonde’s back, looking to punish her in the early going of the match. Kelly reached her hands back, looking to pull Emma’s out of her hair as she tried to defend against the early attack. Emma was able to resist any attempt to get her out of the blonde’s hair, and she was also prepared for the strength of her challenger as she looked to get back to all fours. Emma just allowed her to get clear of the ground before slamming another knee into her lower back.

Kelly was back on her front on the mat, but Emma had decided to move on to another mode of attack, pulling the big blonde up and into another side headlock. Once again, the challenger took that as an open invitation to land a couple of punches into Emma’s ribs; Emma replying with a slap up into the face, but she was taken by surprise as the big blonde was able to rush her into the corner of the ring. Emma hit the turnbuckles hard, but clung grimly on the headlock for now only for her opponent to catch her unawares with a knee to the body. That worked the headlock loose, and Kelly wasted no time in grabbing the middle ropes of the ring and using them for some leverage as she slammed her shoulder into Emma’s body against the turnbuckles. Emma groaned as the air was crushed from her lungs by Kelly’s shoulder which struck home three times. Emma sagged against the turnbuckle, arms draped over the top rope holding her up as Kelly stepped back, a look of satisfaction on her face as she seemingly had Emma exactly where she wanted her.

An uppercut to the breasts was immediately followed by a downward chopping slap by Kelly; Emma grimaced and looked to pull the big American in close to her to prevent another attack only to find Kelly’s knee catching her in the stomach. Immediately, Kelly secured a good handful of Emma’s hair, using it to flip Emma to the mat with a hair-mare throw. A kick across the shoulder blades followed as Emma was knocked to the mat on her front. Rolling quickly on to her back, Emma responded quickly to the sight of the 185lb American’s body flying through the air to deliver a big splash by raising her knees, and Kelly was winded by the impact. Emma took a moment to gather herself and then was over to Kelly, two handfuls of her blonde mane helping Emma to get her upright before backing her in to the ropes and using the momentum to monkey flip her to the mat. Kelly showed some impressive agility though, landing with a roll as she was able to quickly get clear of any possible follow up from Emma. The match was just about five minutes old and so far both women had had their moments without really getting on top.

Taking stock for a moment, both women were content to exchange blows from distance but Emma couldn’t afford to let that continue for long as Kelly used her extra height to land two or three solid jabs to the chest. Emma looked to cover up and close on Kelly only to find her head rocked left and right by heavy handed slaps that although partly blocked still had the desired effect of stunning Emma enough that she offered little resistance as Kelly hauled her off her feet and into a body slam. Emma hit hard but looked to roll away from the big blonde only to find a foot slamming in to her rib cage, dropping her straight back to the mat. More cautious this time, Kelly elected against a more spectacular move, instead dropping quickly on top of Emma to pin her. Caught under her bigger opponent, Emma struggled, looking to get free before Kelly was able to really secure the pin. This was Kelly’s game though and she quickly had Emma’s hands pinned securely to the mat above her head before she slipped slightly down Emma’s body to apply a grapevine. Emma fought against that well enough, keeping her legs crossed to prevent Kelly tying her up and it appeared we had a bit of a stalemate with Emma pinned and Kelly unable to secure the grapevine.

Emma was taken by surprise though as Kelly quickly changed approach, plunging forward to smash her 42DD breasts into Emma’s face. That was delivered more as a blow to stun, but as Kelly repeated the move again, she stayed in position with her breasts pressed into Emma’s face in a text book breast smother. Instantly I could see Emma starting to struggle against the hold again; I knew that she was still a little fearful of the hold after her treatment at the hands of Sara on the beach and I just hoped that she would remember that there was no point in submitting because of the rules in place.

‘You like this one don’t you bitch?’ Kelly taunted Emma as she bridged hard, desperately trying to dislodge the American who rode Emma’s body well, keeping her breasts firmly in place in Emma’s face. Emma thrashed her legs in frustration but then caught a break as Kelly shifted slightly and she was able to turn her face partly to the side to get away just enough from the smother for now. In response, Kelly made short work of the sheer material of Emma’s babydoll dress, tearing it to reveal Emma’s breasts before she looked to get the smother properly applied again. A cruel, short head butt to Emma’s forehead stunned her again, and this time, Kelly was going to leave nothing to chance, wrapping her arms tightly around Emma’s head before pulling her face back in to her chest. This time, the 42DD breasts of the big American were firmly pressed into Emma’s face, her nose and mouth effectively covered by the soft breast flesh of the blonde. Immediately, I knew that Emma was in some trouble here, and quickly she was tapping the mat, attempting to submit to the hold.

‘First submission goes to Kelly’ the ring announcer informed the crowd, but there was no break in the action as Kelly kept the smother in place as permitted by the rules of the contest. ‘Stupid bitch’ she spat at Emma as her breasts continued to deny her air as she struggled underneath the powerful blonde, ‘submitting isn’t going to help you any!’ Kelly helpfully reminded Emma. The hold was still firmly in place as well; the big American woman continuing to grind her breasts into Emma’s face, perhaps looking for the knockout win already.

‘Fight out of it Emma’ I shouted, hoping to remind her over the noise of the crowd who had quickly noted Emma’s plight and were wondering if the match could be over so soon. A squeal from Kelly suggested that wasn’t going to be the case as Emma got her teeth stuck into those impressive breasts and quickly found herself free of the breast smother. Kelly rolled clear of Emma, allowing her to also get to her feet and the bout was back on something of an even keel as both traded slaps to the body. Kelly had the key advantage now though as she was one submission to the good, and I fancied that Emma might just need a knockout to turn the match around. Emma went head hunting almost straight away, a two punch combination to the jaw rocking the big blonde who rocked back in to the ropes before rebounding to trap Emma in a clinch. Emma looked to land with a head butt, Kelly shifted, taking the blow on her shoulder as she tried to maul Emma back into the ropes with her clinch. Emma was having none of that though, landing with a knee to the body before pushing the blonde into the ropes and catching her with a head butt to the stomach as she rebounded towards the middle of the ring.

Kelly was rocked by that move, and Emma wasted little time in whipping her into the opposite ropes to floor her with a clothesline and now, she was back in the match. Kelly made it to her knees before Emma was on her again, this time tying up the blonde in a front choke hold as she looked to sap the energy from the big American fighter. Kelly had other plans though, landing with a sharp uppercut to the body that forced Emma to consider turning her loose. A second uppercut, this time to the crotch took the decision out of Emma’s hands as she dropped to the mat clutching her womanhood. Kelly took her time, methodical in her approach as she went to Emma’s hair, bringing her to her feet and throwing her in to the corner. Draping Emma’s arms over the top rope, she delivered a stinging back hand slap to Emma’s breasts before she took the opportunity to completely relieve Emma of her already shredded baby doll to leave Emma in just her thong and stockings. Then Kelly started to use her hard hitting style to throw a salvo of body punches which Emma was able to block with her arms for the most part, but as the bout passed the halfway stage, it was fair to say that Emma didn’t look in great shape to retain her title. Kelly straightened up one of her punches, driving a jab into Emma’s breasts, but then she took a wild swing with a right hand to Emma’s jaw that was easily blocked and Emma fired back with a knee to the body and a hard slap to the face that rocked Kelly back on her heels. Emma rushed forward, almost rugby tackling Kelly to the ground but the powerful blonde instantly scissored one of Emma’s legs to stop her from getting fully on top of her.

A brief period of stalemate ensued, Emma grabbing hold of Kelly’s long blonde hair while the blonde responded with a few punches to Emma’s body. Neither attack was particularly effective, and as Emma looked to shift her position slightly to get fully on top of Kelly, the American grabbed her in a front headlock, bending her forward painfully as she did so. Emma cried out, not from the effect of the headlock as it turned out, but from the fact that Kelly had sunk her teeth into her right breast as she held her in the hold. ‘Submit if you want to’ Kelly offered as Emma let out another cry of pain and exasperation at being trapped once again by her opponent. At least she seemed to have remembered that there was little point in submitting this time as she told her opponent ‘no way’ before looking to find a way out of the hold. Time was on Kelly’s side; that and the fact that she had Emma trapped and was currently chewing on her breasts. Emma started to look for a target, latching on to the front of her opponent’s dress and tearing at it to expose a very impressive pair of 42DD breasts before sinking her nails into them drawing a shrill cry of pain from the blonde who was suddenly on the back foot, turning loose her front head lock as she tried to prise Emma’s talons off her sensitive breasts.

Emma stepped it up a gear with a head butt to the face of her shocked opponent, and then she was quickly able to pull the big blonde to her feet before looking to deliver a body slam. That was a mistake though as Emma failed to lift Kelly’s 185lb frame cleanly and the American fighter clubbed a forearm over her shoulders dropping her to her knees. Instantly a tight front headlock was clamped on once again as the six footer towered over Emma piling on the pressure as she looked to maintain her advantage in the match. A knee to Emma’s chest helped Kelly keep her down and with the time remaining in the match now under ten minutes, I could see that Emma was starting to get a little frantic in her attempts to get out of the hold. Still, she was effective with a couple of hooks into Kelly’s ribs, and as she was able to force her way back to her feet, it seemed that she would be able to break out of the hold. Indeed another couple of punches to the body seemed to have done the trick, but once again a clubbing blow to the back of the neck from Kelly put Emma back on her knees.

Kelly brought Emma up to her feet, instantly whipping her hard into the corner turnbuckles, but made a mistake as she looked to rush in with an avalanche splash in the corner only for Emma to deftly sidestep the onrushing blonde. Kelly hit the turnbuckle chest first and quickly Emma ploughed two punches into her kidneys against the corner. Grabbing Kelly’s hair, Emma turned her round so that she had her back to the turnbuckles and then she looked to land with a combination of punches to the head of her blonde foe sensing that she perhaps would need the knockout for the win. One landed hard on Kelly’s jaw, snapping her head to the left before she raised her guard looking to block Emma’s punches which bounced off her strong forearms. A kick to the stomach lowered her guard a little allowing Emma to land with another right hand, this time more to the top of Kelly’s head, and the blonde was dropped to a knee but she fired back with a short punch to the stomach which backed Emma up just enough to allow Kelly to get back to her feet. Emma waded back in again, throwing a salvo of ten punches to Kelly’s head, but this time the blonde was waiting on them, catching all of them on her arms before landing a straight kick to Emma’s crotch as she blocked the last one. Emma had punched herself out almost with the ten punch combination and the kick stopped her dead, a look of surprise barely having time to form on her face before Kelly rocked her head back with a right uppercut that seemed to travel almost from the mat.

Satisfied with her work, Kelly leant back against the turnbuckles in the corner and shouted at the ref to ‘count her!’ and as the referee steadily tolled off his count of 15 it was clear to me that there was no way that Emma was going to beat this count. At the count of 11, she stirred, almost getting to her knees before she crashed over again, unable to gather her thoughts in time to save the match and her title. The referee’s count hit fifteen, and Kelly was instantly declared the winner in what had been another hard defeat for Emma. I knew that her match with Sara had taken more out of her mentally than she liked to let on, and now it seemed that the only way she was ever going to shake that defeat off was to avenge it. As I helped her from the ring with her title reign over, I knew that my next job would have to be to arrange that rematch for her.