The Better Daughter

By Wolfboy

Emma faces the daughter of one of Debbie’s old rivals

Although Emma had accepted the challenge of tough Texan fighter Toni, she had a match already lined up which she would take on first. Becky Sands, the daughter of Debbie’s old rival Shelly Sands had issued a challenge of her own which Emma had accepted with no second thought. The match was to take place in the relatively tight confines of Becky’s fight room; an upstairs bedroom matted from wall to wall with the door removed. I would watch the match from that open doorway with Becky’s second, her mother Shelly.

Becky was a reasonably experienced catfighter with 21 fights behind her. Well coached by her mother, she was going to provide an interesting challenge for Emma. In the claustrophobic environment of a small fight room, there was no place to hide. Against a bigger, evidently powerful young woman, I knew that Emma would need to be on her game, something I made sure to remind her of as she changed in to the simple royal blue bikini with white polka dots that she had chosen for the match.

‘She’s going to know her way around a catfight Emma’ I told my wife as she continued her preparations. ‘Her mum isn’t going to have put her in with you if she didn’t think that she could hang with you. Try and get on top of her as soon as you can and look to wear her out if you get chance I reckon’ I told Emma as we left the bedroom assigned to us as a changing room. Making the short walk across the landing to enter the fight room, we found Becky and Shelly already waiting for us. At first sight, my impressions of Becky were confirmed; she was a big, powerful but athletic looking young woman. Standing 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing 187lbs, I was reminded very much of how her mother had looked in the first catfight I had ever seen. Becky fitted her mother’s old strapline of ‘big, blonde and beautiful’ for sure. Now we would find out if she could catfight as well as her mother could as the referee for the evening called events to order.

‘Ladies, you are both here for a rules catfight with a 20-minute time limit. There will be no breaks in that period. If you win a submission I will make you break your hold but the match will continue immediately. There should be no punches or kicks to the head, all other moves are legal. Do you both understand the rules?’ she asked as Emma and Becky confirmed they did so. ‘OK then on my left is Becky Sands who is 26 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighs in at 187lbs. She measures 38C-26-38 and has a catfight record of 17 wins and 4 defeats. On my right is Emma Bains who is 35 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 168lbs. She measures 40E-27-38 and has a catfight record of 43 wins and 15 defeats.

Instructing the two women to fight, the referee stepped aside as Becky removed her short silk kimono to reveal her outfit for the match; a pair of tiny Royal Blue booty shorts and a Sky-Blue cap sleeved crop top that was so tight it might have appeared to be sprayed on. As Shelly gathered up her daughter’s robe and stepped from the room, the two women wasted no time in getting into it, both wrapping right hands in the others hair while they started to slap furiously at their opponent’s body with their left hands. Emma found herself on the back foot a little in the exchange as Becky used her size and power to back her into the wall for the first time. Blocking an attempted knee to the belly with her thigh, Emma let out a yelp as Becky followed up with a stinging downward slap to her left breast. As Emma took that one, Becky was quick to go to Emma’s hair, a double handful now allowing her to throw Emma roughly to the mats in the centre of the room.

Emma rose quickly, but straight into the clutches of her powerful blonde opponent who trapped her in a front headlock, arms tightly wrapped around Emma’s head and neck. A shuddering forearm across the back threatened to drop Emma to her knees, but Becky used the headlock to ensure she stayed upright for a knee lift up into the breasts as the blonde, to the approval of her mother, looked to be taking control of the early part of the match. Emma weathered the storm a little though, still trapped in the headlock as she forced Becky back to the wall now and tested her body with two short right hands into the ribs. Becky took in a deep breath as a third punch landed, knuckles digging in to her ribs as her grip on the headlock was suddenly weakened allowing Emma to slip out of the back door with a hammerlock. Now Becky found herself face against the wall as Emma landed a hard forearm of her own across Becky’s lower back. Grabbing the arm of the big blonde, Emma spun her around now before delivering a slap to the face. Becky grabbed for the hair, both hands sunk into Emma’s auburn hair as she looked to force Emma’s head back. Another slap stung Becky’s cheek as Emma gritted her teeth against the burning pain of the hair pulling, looking to get a standing crotch maul on Becky, her fingers probing for a target before the blonde cleverly snaked her left leg behind Emma’s right, pushing her in the chest to send Emma sprawling.

The blonde looked to follow up, aiming a kick to the body that Emma parried as best as she could before trying to get back to her feet only to find herself once again in the front headlock of her opponent. On her knees, Emma found Becky towering over her, using her height to add leverage to the move. She added a bit of cattiness too, raking her nails down Emma’s back and drawing a cry of pain as her nails dragged slowly across Emma’s skin. Becky stayed on the attack too, pulling Emma up to her feet before using the headlock to move Emma back to the wall. Maintaining the hold, the blonde leant her body into Emma, pinning her there as her fist tested Emma’s belly. Emma groaned, suffering in the headlock/choke as a second punch crashed home hard, testing Emma’s stomach right on the waist band of her royal blue bikini bottom. Emma looked for her way to fight back now, hands testing the strength of the headlock as a third punch landed. The blonde was growing in confidence a little more as she resisted Emma’s efforts with the headlock, but a well-placed knee to the stomach from Emma caused her more trouble.

Becky gritted her teeth, looking to keep to restrictive grip around Emma’s head and neck in place, but Emma drove another knee hard into her stomach. As Becky’s grip on the headlock weakened, Emma was able to shrug off the blonde’s arm, surprising her as she waist locked her and rushed her back to the opposite wall. Becky’s back hit hard before Emma planted her foot in her stomach, falling back to monkey flip the blonde to the mat. The big blonde hit the mats hard in the centre of the room as Emma measured her for a follow up, driving her knee into Becky’s ribs as she reached all fours. There was no let up either from Emma as she used a handful of Becky’s golden blonde hair to drive her face twice into the mats, and with the blonde brawler stunned, Emma set about looking to open the scoring in the contest.

A leg drop across the back of Becky’s neck and shoulders was a crushing blow for the young blonde fighter. Emma quickly converted that into a choking side head scissor too, using a handful of hair to lift Becky’s face just enough to slide her right calf across her throat as she completed the move. Keeping her hand firmly wrapped in Becky’s blonde locks, Emma put her strong, powerful legs to work on the big blonde before reaching back to try and cross Becky’s legs into a figure four. Becky resisted that attempt strongly until Emma slipped her hot pants down and put her nails to work on Becky’s ass. As the blonde shrieked in protest, Emma had the chance to complete the figure four, folding Becky’s legs as she tried to use them to kick Emma off her, all the time using her legs to slowly choke Becky as well.

‘Submit?’ Emma enquired of her blonde foe who gave no reply for now as Emma momentarily released the hair, cuffed the top of Becky’s head twice with hard slaps, and then returned to the pulling and tearing at the blonde’s hair. Now she asked again ‘submit?’ and although there was no immediate response, Becky was shortly afterwards tapping the mat in submission, putting Emma 1-0 to the good.

‘Break the hold’ the referee demanded as Emma complied, the match continuing immediately though as Emma brought Becky to her feet with a quickly reapplied grip of the hair. A right hand across the breasts sent Becky reeling, back into the wall, her royal blue booty shorts still around her knees as she hit the wall. Emma stalked her, closing the gap slowly and almost paying the price as Becky went for a kick to the put of the stomach that Emma just about avoided. An uppercut to the breasts rocked Becky as Emma closed in again, pressing her own body into that of the bigger blonde to trap her against the wall. Emma’s fingers probed for a target, nails dragging across Becky’s stomach, heading south before a pained expression and a squeal from Becky confirmed that Emma had secured a standing pussy claw. Now Becky was in big trouble for the second time in just a couple of minutes as Emma poured on the pressure and the pain.

‘Submit bitch or I’ll cunt you!’ Emma demanded as her fingers did their damage between the blonde’s legs as she continued to cry out in protest, but not submission until Emma redoubled her efforts.

‘Oww, oww! I submit!’ Becky yelled out, her voice filling the small room, and as Emma grabbed a shock of blonde hair to throw her across the mats in some disdain while she took a 2-0 lead around the midpoint of the match. Adjusting her bikini slightly, Emma slowly made her way over to the blonde, using a handful of hair to draw her to her knees before delivering an elbow across the back of the head to leave Becky stunned, face down on the mats. A look of concern crossed Shelly’s face as she saw her daughter getting woman-handled by Emma who looked totally on her game. ‘Fight the bitch Becky!’ Shelly demanded as Emma got to her feet once more before delivering a stinging slap to the face. Then she slid a hand between Becky’s thighs lifting her into a big body slam in the centre of the room. The younger blonde fighter hit the mats hard, a shuddering impact that seemed to have taken some of the fight out of her momentarily.

The big blonde at least showed she still had her wits about her, grabbing her booty shorts to pull them back up from where they had been around her knees. As she rolled across the mats though, she eventually rose straight back into Emma’s clutches in a front headlock. Emma drove an elbow between Becky’s shoulder blades as she dropped the blonde to her knees, cranking once more on the headlock. Continuing her attack, Emma rose to her tip-toes, maximising her height advantage over her kneeling foe as she poured on the pressure, looking to choke a third submission quickly from the blonde. Becky was made of sterner stuff though, resisting as she placed both hands on Emma’s hips, nails digging into her skin. Emma felt that she was still on top though, but Becky was gathering herself for an attack, slowly forcing her way back to her feet. As soon as she got to a solid base, she exploded into action, rushing Emma back to the wall hard. Emma groaned as her body impacted hard against the solid wall, but she grimly held onto the front headlock trying to keep control of the big blonde. Becky sized up her next counter attack as Emma started to strengthen her grip on the headlock once more, Becky drove her fist into Emma’s stomach now, drawing another groan as the impact of knuckle on flesh took it’s toll on her. A second punch landed now, just on the waistline of Emma’s skimpy bikini. Now Becky felt the headlock lose its intensity, and driven by that, she increased her tempo of attack, three rapid fire punches landing to finally break the headlock. Emma slumped a little against the wall, the power of Becky’s powerful body punching having its effect on her even before Becky followed it up with a knee to the crotch that dropped Emma, groaning with pain, to her knees. Worse was to follow for Emma as her hands dropped to grab her pussy and Becky sized her up carefully to deliver a stinging slap across the face that sent Emma reeling on her side to the mat.

Against the wall, Emma took a kick to the stomach from the big blonde who then went to the hair, pulling Emma roughly to her feet before a forearm smash across the breasts sent her reeling into the wall. Face towards the wall, Emma had no defence against tow kidney punches and then, keeping the tempo of the attack high, Becky whipped Emma hard into the opposite wall. The unforgiving surface proved to be quite the ally for Becky who repeated the dose, Emma hitting hard once more and she was still catching her breath as Becky came into continue her attack. A straight kick to the stomach caught Emma hard, dropping her on her backside, seated against the wall as Becky sat in front of her, pressing both feet into Emma’s throat in an effective choke hold now. Emma immediately went to Becky’s feet, grabbing a twisting her toes as Becky howled with pain and looked to get her feet out of Emma’s grasp. Emma clung on, nails sunk into Becky’s feet before, with a flourish, Becky’s feet were free, catching Emma under the chin as she forced them out of her grasp. The kick was accidental, there was little doubt, and so the match continued with Emma looking a little stunned and Becky going to her auburn hair to pull her to her feet.

Becky positioned Emma against the wall before smartly landing a three-punch combination to the belly as she continued to work on Emma’s body. It was having its effect too as Emma tried to suck in the air as she dropped to a knee against the wall. Becky wasn’t about to allow Emma long to recover though using the hair to first pull her upright then throw her to the mat by the hair. Seated more or less in the centre of the room, Emma let out a moan of pain as Becky drove a knee into the middle of her back. The blonde quickly wrapped a strong arm across Emma’s throat in a classically applied sleeper hold, her other arm across Emma’s forehead as she started to try and wear Emma down into submission. Too late to have any real effect, Emma grabbed at Becky’s forearm, trying to pry it away from her throat, but it was a futile effort. Impressively, Becky spread her own legs now before snaking them around Emma’s body in a figure four body scissor that instantly drew a scream of pain from Emma. Becky’s thigh muscles rippled as they cut into Emma, skilfully rolling her on to her front to deny Emma any way out of the hold and it took just a couple more squeezes before Emma was tapping the mat to give Becky the third fall, bringing her back into the match at 2-1.

Around five minutes remained still in the match and forced to break the hold, Becky looked to keep up the pressure with a nasty rake to the eyes. She followed that with a handful of hair to slam Emma’s face into the mats, and with Emma stunned the big blonde got to her feet. Standing over Emma, Becky jumped, her full 187lbs landing across Emma’s lower back in a big splash. Emma groaned again; Becky immediately went to Emma’s bikini top, untying the back and halter neck fastenings before dragging Emma from the mats by her the hair to allow the top to fall from Emma’s body. Having her E cup breasts was the least of Emma’s troubles though it appeared as Becky easily lifted her into an across the knee back breaker. The ongoing assault from Becky continued as she looked to stretch Emma across her knee, one hand on her left breast, the other on her crotch as she bent her.

‘Give up slut?’ Becky asked Emma who replied succinctly telling her to ‘fuck off!’

Becky responded, bringing the point of her elbow down hard on Emma’s stomach before pushing her off her knee to the mats. I had shared with Emma before the match that one of Becky’s favoured holds was a breast held over the shoulder backbreaker; I fancied now that she was looking to set that move up as she followed up with an elbow drop across the lower back. Emma moaned in pain once more but as Becky went back to the hair, a stiff right hand to the body from Emma stopped her in her tracks. An uppercut to the breasts followed, Emma again forcing Becky on to the back foot only for a snap toe kick to catch her in the pit of the stomach, putting her resistance back down. Emma made it back to all fours now before Becky caught her cruelly with a kick to her breasts, instantly putting Emma back on the mat as the strong blonde fighter continued to dominate the action. Time was perhaps Emma’s best friend now as the clock continued to tick down while Becky methodically picked her shots. A leg drop crashed down across Emma’s breasts now, then a shriek of pain showed the Becky had her nails into both of Emma’s breasts. Mauling and scratching, Becky was content to punish, hoping to soften Emma up more before she would go for her favoured hold.

Pulling Emma back to her feet again, Becky quickly waist locked her, lifting her for a pussy pounding atomic drop and as Emma stood, frozen in pain from the impact of knee on pussy, Becky slipped a hand between her thighs to lift and body slam her. The slam, delivered with authority was the final move in the chain for Becky I fancied. Indeed, she went straight to the hair, forcing Emma’s head between her power packed thighs as if for a standing head scissors. Then she locked her arms around Emma’s waist, and with a cry of glee, she muscled all 168lbs of Emma into the air and across her shoulder. Quick to adjust her grip now, she locked one hand firmly over each of Emma’s breasts, using them as her only grip, Emma draped painfully across her shoulder. Becky started to parade my wife around the room, confident it seemed of an equalising submission. Next to me, Shelly looked equally confident of things getting evened up as Emma started to cry out with pain as the hold took its toll on her. Indeed, Emma’s hand looked to be moving towards tapping out as the referee started to take a greater interest in the action. Instead though, Emma was groping for a target, finding it as she raked Becky’s eyes and with a shriek, the blonde lost control of the back breaker, Emma slipping off her shoulder as she rubbed at her eyes.

‘Bitch!’ Becky squealed while Emma made it back to her knees before the blonde recovered her senses and came back in to attack. Waiting on her though, Emma lunged in with a head butt to the stomach that stopped Becky dead. Dragging herself back to her feet now, Emma was quick to wrap Becky up in a bearhug, looking to control the blonde for the remaining minute of the match. Becky’s arms went wide out with pain as she felt Emma’s strength now, but quickly the blonde was into Emma’s auburn tresses, forcing her head back painfully. Emma gritted her teeth though, keeping her tight grip in place. Changing tactic now, Becky flailed away, fists and forearms crashing down across Emma’s shoulders and upper back forcing her to her knees where Becky used her own knee, driven between Emma’s breasts to bowl her to the mat once more. Seconds remained, Becky knew it and wasted no time in sitting down high on Emma’s chest. One hand in her hair as she pulled Emma’s face into a pussy smother, the other hand slid immediately inside her bikini thong looking for the crotch claw as time ticked down.

‘Give up bitch?’ Becky questioned as Emma let out a muffled cry of desperation, but there was no time for the blonde to make it count as the referee signalled that time was up. Becky was frustrated as she was forced to break the hold, pointing out to Emma that she was ‘lucky the rules have saved you bitch!’

‘Sure’ Emma agreed. ‘You had me in trouble there. Your rules though, maybe you’d prefer something a little more open ended next time?’ she asked, before adding ‘I assume you want a next time?’

‘You can count on that’ Becky agreed, a smile crossing her face as she contemplated a longer, tougher rematch with Emma.
There was little doubt that Becky was a tough woman for Emma to face, and it seemed that a rivalry might form, much like Shelly and Debbie had. As we left later on that day, I knew a few more tussles with the Sands family would be in order down the line…