In Private
By Wolfboy
Emma takes on an old family rival in a private match
Emma had beaten Becky Sands, the daughter of Shelly Sands in a recent match; now Shelly, a former rival of Debbie’s in a series of matches wanted a piece of Emma. ‘In private, woman to woman to see who the alpha bitch is’ the blonde pro wrestler had challenged; a challenge which Emma accepted without too much thought. In further, brief, discussions, it had been decided that the two ladies would battle in a no holds barred match, without time limit under ‘answer the bell’ rules. Under those rules, the loser of a fall must be ready to fight within 60 seconds of their submission. Failure to do so was the only way that the match could be lost. It was a style of match that promised a long contest if both women were on their games, and it would be held in a private pro wrestling facility. It was essentially a small warehouse building with a pro ring at the centre of it, around that there was a padded area, but beyond that, bare concrete flooring was also potentially in bounds for both women, adding an element of risk to the fight.
Shelly had also been a previous opponent for Emma in an early defence of her Smythe catfighting title, a match in which Emma had been victorious. Shelly had fought Debbie 3 times as well and with Emma’s recent win over Shelly’s daughter Becky as well, there was something of a family rivalry at play. It was certainly a fight that Emma was taking seriously and she was in great shape for the contest against the powerful older blonde. The fight would see Becky second her mother while I would second Emma; seconds being allowed to enter the ring immediately on submission to try to get their fighter ready for the following fall.
Emma and I were first to leave the changing area, heading for the ring where the referee for the evening was waiting. Emma had adopted a combination of looks for the fight; a pair of white, knee high wrestling boots combined with a bright blue bodycon vest top dress beneath which she wore just a matching blue spandex thong. The style of attire had been loosely agreed upon with the spandex thongs a key part of both fighters’ attire as they were unlikely to tear during a wedgie attack which seemed likely to lead to some long, painful attacks.
We waited just a couple of moments in the ring, Emma stretching lightly in the corner, before Shelly and Becky made their way to the ring. I could see that Shelly had chosen a very similar style of attire to Emma’s. A pair of black wrestling boots that came to just below the knee teamed with a similar dress to Emma’s but in pink; later in the match, we would learn that Shelly’s spandex thong was a two-tone version, pink at the front and black at the back. The blonde looked ready as well and she talked to her sexily clad daughter in the corner before the referee looked to bring the proceedings to order. Becky, wearing just a skin tight black catsuit that accentuated her powerful frame as she slipped through the ropes now, leaving just the two women in the ring, preparing to fight as the referee introduced both ladies. ‘This is a no holds barred, answer the bell catfight with no time limit. If one of you submits, you must be ready to start the following fall, with the assistance of your second, within sixty seconds or you will lose the contest. So, on my left is Emma Baines who is 5 feet 10 inches tall, 166lbs, measures 40E-28-39 and is 36 years old with a record of 48 wins and 16 losses. Her opponent on my right is Shelly Sands who is also 5 feet 10 inches tall, 185lbs, 40DD-28-38. She is 48 years old and has a catfight record of 60 wins and 23 losses. Ladies, if you’re both ready, lets fight!’
Both ladies certainly were ready to fight, blonde and auburn haired amazons immediately clashing in the centre of the ring, both hands wrapped in the other’s hair. Each strained against the other, eyes locked in challenge as each looked to force the other back to the ropes in the early exchanges. Shelly groaned as Emma strengthened her grip on her flowing long blonde hair now, forcing her head back but the big blonde gritted her teeth, slowly inching Emma back to the ropes. Emma found herself overpowered slightly by the bigger woman and while she dug her heels in to the mats, she soon felt the ropes against her back. Shelly didn’t stop there though, bending Emma back across the top rope before delivering a stinging downward slap to the uncovered skin of Emma’s breast in her low-cut dress. A knee to the body followed but then Shelly backed up to the centre of the ring, beckoning Emma to come and lock up again. Emma shook off the knee to the body easily enough, but this time Shelly took her by surprise, getting behind her and securing a hair held full nelson to control her. Again now, she slowly inched Emma towards the ropes, this time forcing her throat across the tope rope. Quickly again, Shelly broke the full nelson, clubbing Emma with a forearm across the lower back before leaning her body into Emma, choking her with the top rope as she did so. Emma gagged, fighting for air but also fighting back with a sharp elbow to the ribs that took the blonde’s breath away, forcing a break and a change of strategy from her.
Again, Shelly waited at the centre of the ring, lighting Emma’s face up with a hard slap as she came into range. Emma fired back, a right hand low to Shelly’s stomach and a slugfest ensued at centre ring, both women landing with caps and punches to head and body before Shelly again landed the decisive blow, surprising Emma with a kick to the pit of the stomach. A knee lift to the breasts followed, Emma doubling forward to meet it before it put her on her back in the centre of the ring and in trouble for the first time in the fight. Shelly wasted no time on ceremony, diving into a full body pin as she legs wrestled with Emma’s, trying to secure the grapevine. Emma grabbed her blonde hair; Shelly stung her face and breasts with slaps in reply as their legs continued their battle. Emma managed to roll out from beneath the blonde briefly but Shelly used the momentum to continue the roll, the two women rolling across the mat in an angry, screeching catball. Dresses riding up on their hips, both women revealed their spandex thongs for the first time before Shelly arrested the progress of the catball, stunning Emma by bashing the back of her head on the mat. The blonde elected not to go for the grapevine now though, pulling Emma from the mat by her long, silky auburn hair before a right hand to the jaw sent her reeling into the ropes. Using the ropes was a clear part of Shelly’s early strategy, firing Emma into the opposite ropes before setting off to flatten her with a shuddering shoulder tackle.
Emma dropped to the mat, more than a little dazed I thought from the bone jarring impact, but as Shelly came into pull her from the mat, she countered with a right hand to the pit of the stomach. Following that up, she fired another punch home only for Shelly to cut off the comeback with a powerful forearm across the shoulders. Then taking the hair, she viciously eye raked Emma, leaving her blinking furiously as she attempted to clear her eyes while Shelly sent her off into the ropes again. This time a clothesline dropped Emma to the mat and she was clearly ailing as Shelly waited over her, patiently biding her time before Emma rose straight into a tight front headlock. That hold, well applied as it was, allowed Shelly to drag Emma towards the ropes before a knee lift up into the breasts sent Emma reeling into them. As Emma staggered into the ropes, Shelly was already on the attack once more, a right hand to the jaw diminishing Emma’s resistance as Shelly slipped through the ropes to the apron before dragging Emma through the ropes by her auburn hair. A slap to the face knocked Emma from the ring apron the matted floor as things started to break down quite early in the contest.
Shelly went to the hair only to find Emma pushing her off into the ring apron with some degree of authority, and Emma was able to battle back into the fight, tying the powerful blonde up in a crunching bear hug there on the outside of the ring. Now Shelly groaned as she felt Emma’s arms grinding into her body, but as Emma looked to lift her from the mat, Shelly retaliated, clapping both hands around Emma’s ears hard to break the hold. The blonde was relentless as she went straight to the hair, slamming Emma’s face into the ring apron. Keeping up the attack, now Shelly lifted Emma into a bearhug of her own on the outside of the ring, holding Emma clear of the mat in a impressive show of power. Emma moaned in pain, even more so as Shelly drove her back into the unforgiving steel of the ring post, and Shelly released the bear hug now, allowing Emma to drop to the mats. Brief respite only though as the blonde pulled her from the mats, lifting and slamming Emma hard on the less forgiving surface of the mats, and she had Emma exactly where she wanted her now. She knew it, but also knew better than to take it for granted; not allowing Emma time to recover, she spread her legs before a cruel knee drop to the pussy set Emma howling on the mat in pain.
‘Nice mum!’ Becky cheered from the corner before adding ‘make that bitch pay now!’
Shelly needed no further encouragement though, ripping Emma from the mat by her flowing auburn hair before she lifted my wife into the air, screaming, to deliver a second, equally authoritative body slam. Emma tried desperately to roll clear but Shelly had none of it, stopping her with a hard boot to the ribs. Then she dropped hard on Emma, a full body splash quickly converted to a grapevine pin, her DD breasts squarely in Emma’s face before she reached back to apply a pussy claw. Her fingers worked inside Emma’s spandex thong, drawing shrieks of pain from Emma who reached for Shelly’s blonde hair in desperate retaliation. The blonde shook that off though, ignoring the tearing pain in her scalp and she redoubled her efforts, spreading Emma wide with the grapevine as her fingers continued the pussy punishment. Emma was left with little choice other than to cry out ‘I submit!’ and as the referee forced Shelly to break and started the one-minute timer, I rushed round the ring to revive Emma for round 2.
‘Are you OK?’ I asked her as I applied an ice pack to her crotch. I’d known Shelly to be a pussy hunter from her clashes with Debbie and had come prepared for this match.
‘I’m fine’ Emma insisted ‘she got me good, but I’ll make that slut pay now’ she told me, resolutely rising off the mat outside to climb back in the ring so that the fight would continue.
Sixty seconds passed, the referee checking in with both women that they wanted to continue, and then both women, having decided that they did, clashed again at the centre of the ring. Again, Shelly looked to be the stronger women early on in the second fall, winning the hair battle to force Emma around the ring a little. A stiff right to the belly from Emma slowed the blonde up for a moment though, giving her chance to land a two-punch combination to body and head putting Shelly on the back foot for the first time. Emma looked to use the ropes now, rushing to back Shelly into them and bending her back painfully over the top strand of ring ropes before sinking another punch hard in to the blonde’s belly. Shelly sagged visibly from that blow as Emma took the chance to throw the blonde fighter to the mat by her hair and it was Emma who got on top early in the second fall, a boot to the ribs of the older woman asserting that early dominance. Shelly was a cagey fighter though, something which almost caught Emma off guard as she lunged with a headbutt aimed to the stomach that Emma just about avoided. That put Shelly in a compromised position stretched out on all fours now though, and her ribs were an immediate target that Emma wasn’t going to refuse with a second hard boot delivered to the rib cage. Shelly rolled to the mat, clutching her side and Emma dropped to her knees beside her, clubbing a double fisted blow into the blonde’s stomach before wrapping both hands round her throat in a straight up choke. Shelly gasped, her eyes wide with fear momentarily as she felt Emma’s tight grip, but she was a fighter, quickly raking Emma’s eyes to break the hold. With Emma trying to clear her vision, Shelly delivered a hard uppercut to the breasts that knocked her back, giving the blonde time to recover, and she was waiting as Emma rose, lifting her into a bear hug. Shelly showed off her impressive strength as she lifted her clear of the mat, but suddenly the blonde found herself moaning in pain too as Emma got her legs wrapped around her in a body scissor.
Now it was a battle of wills, Shelly’s arms against Emma’s legs but Emma had the added advantage of making Shelly carry her weight. That was something the blonde dealt with quickly though diving to the mat to drive Emma hard to the canvas where the battle continued, Emma quickly re-establishing the scissors as Shelly worked her arms in tight around her body. A cry of pain from Shelly suggested Emma’s scissors were strongly applied; one from Emma suggested similar of the bear hug too as the two women waged their war of attrition on the mats. Shelly found herself at a disadvantage though, Emma having her hands free, and she started to slap the blonde repeatedly in the face before delivering an eye rake of her own, breaking the bearhug as Shelly rubbed at her eyes. Emma broke her scissor hold too, planting her right foot between Shelly’s breasts as she knelt on the mat before kicking out to send her sprawling. Shelly looked dazed as Emma crushed her tits with a flying leg drop now before using the blonde hair to pull the pro wrestler into a tight side head scissor. Shelly groaned, then screamed as Emma raked her eyes again before getting a hand inside Shelly’s spandex thong in a pussy claw. Suddenly the blonde was in big trouble; Emma’s thighs crushing her head while she mauled her womanhood, and the big blonde was wisely quick to cry out her submission as Emma quickly evened the score up. The referee forced the break, and Emma returned to her corner while Becky came in to help her mother up. There was little doubt that the fight would continue, but Emma was pleased to have got back into it quickly. Shelly was eyeing her angrily though across the ring and as the bell rang to start fall three, both women were quickly back into it, locked into each other’s hair at the centre of the ring.
This time the battle for dominance was intense, Shelly trying to back Emma up again while Emma gave ground grudgingly, refusing to budge and inch. Shelly used her experience, bending Emma forward as she wrenched on her hair furiously, Emma yelped, countering with a stiff right hand to the blonde’s body. Shelly responded, lighting up Emma’s face with three fast slaps only to have to defend furiously as Emma looked to strike with a knee to the body. The battle intensified, both forehead to forehead as they spat insults at each other, all the time feeling the burning pain in their scalps as their opponent ripped intently at their hair. The epic struggle at the start of the fall made it feel like this might be a pivotal moment, and finally Shelly seemed to have taken the initiative; bending Emma forward again by the hair she delivered a knee strike to the face that stunned the auburn-haired warrior. She straightened, legs stiffening slightly and found herself floored by a perfect European style uppercut from Shelly that practically lifted her from the mat, sending her crashing on to her back.
Shelly pounced, an elbow drop to the chest before pulling Emma into a tight side headlock, DD breasts pressed into her face as she looked to punish her. Emma responded, getting a hand beneath Shelly’s ass, using it to help roll the blonde across her, and she was able to free herself after a sort right hand shot low in Shelly’s stomach. Her escape was short lived though, rising into Shelly’s grasp, and the blonde used a double handful of hair to muscle Emma into the corner. Against the turnbuckles, she quickly whipped in two body punches before grabbing the top rope and stretching her foot up to pin Emma there with a boot to the throat. Emma gagged, fighting for breath, but the escape opportunity was right there in front of her as she shot a hard punch into Shelly’s unprotected pussy, sending the blonde to the mat, howling in pain. Emma immediately spread the blonde’s legs, dropping to her knees to headbutt her in the crotch now, and she suddenly appeared to have things going her way quite nicely in fall three. Emma was looking to keep the pressure up on the blonde though, a handful of hair helping her to her feet and into a front headlock. Emma kneed the blonde in the side now before hitching Shelly’s dress up above her hips; then she grabbed the waistband of the blonde’s thong. Using it as she powered the 185lb wrestler into a sensational vertical suplex. Evidently Emma had also learned a couple of tricks from Lisa King during their training sessions. And the shuddering impact had left the blonde groaning in pain on the mat. Emma was quickly looking to capitalise though, using a full body splash to further drive the air out of Shelly’s lungs before capturing her in a picture-perfect cross pin.
The sound of tearing fabric filled the room now as Emma made short work of Shelly’s pink dress, tearing the front open before immediately sinking the nails of her right hand into Shelly’s left breast. The blonde howled in protest, yelped as Emma flattened her breast with two hard slaps, and then groaned again as Emma went back to the mauling attack working the blonde’s breast painfully. Pinned, Shelly had to grit her teeth and take it before she looked to bite into Emma’s side as she was being partly smothered by it. Emma cried out, the sharp pain from Shelly’s teeth quickly registering with her, but she took it, slamming 6 hard punches into the blonde’s stomach. Forced to suck air in, Shelly had to open her mouth allowing Emma to get clear and shifting position slightly she kept the blonde pinned, continuing her work on her left breast now with added vigour.
Shelly continued to cry out in pain as Emma worked on her breasts, and a surprise bridge had little impact as Emma rode it expertly before slamming a sift into the blonde’s stomach bringing her back under control. Still, Emma seemed to sense that despite her dominant position, she wasn’t going to get the job done this way to force Shelly to submit. Emma rose off the blonde, a handful of hair and a handful of breast forcing her to her feet where Emma used a big forearm smash to send her reeling into the corner turnbuckles. Emma followed in quick, a running knee to the body followed by a second up into the pussy that saw Shelly sag weakly in the corner, only the top rope holding her up as her arms were draped across it. An inviting target presented as Emma drove her shoulder hard into Shelly, the air crushed from the big pro wrestler’s body as Emma upped the ante looking for a submission. A handful of hair dragged Shelly, looking a little beleaguered, from the corner, a hand between her powerful thighs lifted the blonde into a powerful body slam. Shelly hit the mat hard and her predicament worsened immediately as Emma plunged in with a full body splash. Winded and in some pain, Shelly wasn’t able to prevent Emma from moving into a reverse face sit, quickly sitting on top of the blonde’s face. A double breast claw brought muffled protests from Shelly now before Emma hammered hard fists into both breasts. Then, confident she was well on top, Emma went back to the breast claw, her nails drawing shrieks of pain from the blonde who gamely hung in the match. Emma took the chance to punish her further though; first shifting position to make sure her full weight rode on Shelly’s face and then pounded her body with hard fists. The air driven further from her body; Shelly had no choice now other than to submit. Emma took a 2-1 lead and as she climbed off Shelly, she also took the blonde’s dress to leave her topless in just her thong and wrestling boots.
As Becky rushed into the ring, quickly looking to get her mother up and ready for fall 4, Emma strutted back to the corner, looking satisfied with her work as she dropped Shelly’s torn dress beneath the ropes in the corner. Then she confidently smoothed her own dress across her stomach and thighs. ‘Be ready’ I cautioned ‘she’s a tough bitch, she might not be done just yet Em.’
‘I know you’re right Steve, don’t worry’ Emma reassured me ‘but I’m going to finish this in the next fall if I can!’
I had little doubt that was her intent, but I also saw a look of determination set firm in Shelly’s eyes as she came a little wearily from her corner at the start of the fall. The blonde took a cautious approach, giving ground and looking to draw Emma on to her. Emma probed Shelly’s defences, getting a stiff right hand through her guard, but Shelly refused to take the bait, keeping her distance as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Emma forced the blonde to eat another job to the face, before gaining in confidence, she rushed in behind a flurry of slaps, grabbing Shelly’s hair and pulling her onto an uppercut that dropped her to her knees. Now Emma looked to attack, grabbing for the hair to pull Shelly into a front headlock, but the blonde showed her smarts, grabbing the front of Emma’s dress and using it to pull her chest first into the middle ropes. Shelly had her chance, pouncing to press Emma’s throat first across the middle rope, a knee planted high in my wife’s back as she used a double handful of hair to keep her squarely in place.
It was a punishing position for Emma to be in; choked the rope as she carried Shelly’s weight and felt the blonde’s hands tearing at her hair. Shelly smiled, suddenly happy that she was weakening her rival now; then she surprised Emma by hooking a nasty cross face forearm in that stunned her, sending her sprawling to the mat. Little respite for Emma though as Shelly was straight on her, the toe of her boot crashing hard into Emma’s side, sending her rolling to the mat once more. Emma tried to get clear, but a handful of long auburn hair slowed her progress and a chopping right hand to the jaw arrested it completely, leaving Emma a little dazed down on the mat. Shelly wasn’t about to leave her on the mats for any time to recover though, bringing her roughly to her feet and taking her eyes as Emma protested loudly. Blinking furiously to try and clear her vision, Emma wasn’t ready for Shelly’s hard knee lift to the but followed by an uppercut to the breasts that sent Emma reeling into the ropes. Shelly followed in quickly as well, a knee to the body that took the wind out of Emma. Then the big blonde showed her ring experience, wrapping Emma up in the ropes, both arms trapped as she slugged her hard in the pit of the stomach. Shelly, taking advantage of Emma’s predicament tore open the front of Emma’s blue dress now, exposing her breasts to a nasty nail rake, before the blonde went back to the eyes to keep Emma off her game.
‘I’ll give you thirty seconds, then I’m freeing her from the ropes’ the referee told Shelly generously for Emma I thought as there was technically nothing in the rules about freeing a trapped fighter. Shelly wasn’t about to waste the thirty seconds though, but she elected to go outside the ring to the apron, doing her damage from behind Emma where she knew her feet couldn’t get to her. A headbutt to the back of the head kept up the beating for Emma, a vicious double breast claw saw her shriek with pain even before Shelly found some flesh on her shoulders to sink her teeth into. A molar mauling added to Emma’s problems before, with the referee coming in to release Emma, Shelly dropped to her knees to deliver a cruel uppercut to the crotch from behind. As she was freed from the ropes, Emma dropped to her knees and Shelly came back through the ropes, looking to press home the advantage. She ripped the dress from Emma’s body before helping to her feet with a handful of hair and handful of thong to throw her into the corner. Emma covered up as best she could, blocking most of a flurry of punches with her arms but a couple set her breasts swinging before a snap right hand to the jaw put her on her knees. A knee strike between the breasts sent her back into the corner post, and Shelly slapped her hard across the face before going outside the ring again. This time, she grabbed Emma’s ankles, and from outside she pulled Emma crotch first into the steel ring post. Emma’s cry of pain suggested it was successful, and as she writhed in pain outside the ring after Shelly dragged her to the mats by the hair, it looked to be a matter of time for Shelly to even the score in the match.
The blonde pro, with no rules to prevent her doing so, was happy to keep the action on the outside too for now, perhaps thinking she may do more damage there. She stood Emma up by the hair before using a stiff right hand to knock her back to the ring apron. A handful of auburn hair helped her slam Emma’s face into the ring apron now, and with Emma stunned, she followed up with a hard forearm smash across the lower back. Emma’s back arched in pain; Shelly saw her chance using the hair to spin Emma around straight into a big body slam on the unforgiving mats outside the ring. Emma’s screams, as much of anticipation before the jarring impact as from the move itself, filled the room. Now the big blonde gestured confidently, knowing that Emma was in trouble, and using Emma’s blue spandex thong in a painful wedgie, she forced her to all fours and into what appeared to be a standing head scissor. In fact, the blonde dropped to her knees with Emma’s head trapped between them, driving her face into the mat. Emma was dazed, only letting out a groan of pain as Shelly used the thong again to bring her back to a position on all fours. Again, Emma’s head was forced between Shelly’s legs, the blonde giving a quick squeeze this time before she waist locked Emma. She was looking for a piledriver right there on the unforgiving mats as she daughter Becky cheered her on. It was a move to end the fight had she been successful with it, but Emma countered, dropping back to the mat to prevent the attack.
Shelly looked to force Emma back to her feet now, once again using the thong as her main leverage. Emma steadfastly looked to stay down on the mat, screaming out in pain from the wedgie as she did so, trying to prevent Shelly from getting the move complete. A shriek came from Emma as Shelly raked her nails up and down her back now. Two punches from the blonde crashed into Emma’s unprotected rib cage; then sensing she had weakened the auburn-haired fighter sufficiently, Shelly went back to the thong, finally forcing a seemingly weary Emma into the position to waist lock her, preparing for the piledriver. It was at that point that Emma surprised the blonde; desperation perhaps, but her sudden move to lift and backdrop the shocked pro wrestler worked perfectly, Shelly landing in a painful heap behind Emma, winded as the tables turned in the match once more.
Emma attacked slowly, deliberately, buying herself time to recover from the punishment she had taken early in the round. First of all, with Shelly down, she put the boots to the blonde, stomping her body after a boot to the ribs had rolled her to her back. Shelly groaned in pain as boot leather landed time and again on her body before Emma forced her to her feet by the hair. Keeping that handful of hair, she slammed Shelly’s face into the ring apron. With the pro wrestler dazed from that, Emma whipped her hard into the steel ring post from outside the ring. There was no padding there to cushion that blow and Shelly crashed hard to the mats, crying out in pain. Emma was feeling the pace still, taking a knee next to Shelly as she asked the ailing blonde id she wanted to give up. ‘Fuck off bitch!’ was the tough blonde’s defiant response, but she was soon howling in pain again as Emma sunk in a two-handed stomach claw, hands riding low at the waist band of Shelly’s thong as she tortured her.
‘Now do you submit bitch?’ Emma asked Shelly who broke off from her cries of pain for just long enough to answer ‘no!’ resiliently once more. Then the blonde reached for Emma’s auburn hair, looking to turn the tables only for Emma to club a double handed blow into her stomach, stopping the attempted counter quickly. Now Emma connected with the point of her elbow to Shelly’s chin and the big blonde fell back more than a little dazed to the mats. Suddenly, I think Emma knew she had Shelly’ a look of total confidence spreading on her face as she peeled the big blonde off the mats, waist locking her to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop. Shelly was frozen there on Emma’s knee for a moment until Emma plastered a hard forearm across the blonde’s breasts crushing them against her body as it knocked her back to the mat. If it looked like being one-way traffic, Shelly almost surprised Emma with a lunging headbutt again, but a dodge followed by a hard knee to the head kept the blonde in check. Now Emma wanted the job done, a hard body slam there on the thin mats outside the ring punishing the blonde, softening her up for the coup de grace. As Shelly writhed on the mat, Emma forced her, by the hair, to a seated position before she got in behind her, wrapping her legs tightly around Shelly’s waist. Then, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck and head she trapped her in a tightly applied sleeper. It looked suddenly like a bit of wrestling would win the day against the wrestler; Emma felt it too, pulling Shelly backwards to the mat, still in her boa constrictor like grip of sleeper and body scissor. Shelly fought it, nails testing Emma’s thighs, but Emma wasn’t letting up the pressure.
‘Give up bitch!’ Emma insisted.
‘No, never….’came Shelly’s reply now, but it tailed off into a choking gasp as Emma sunk the sleeper in further, cranking hard on the blonde’s head. It was unnecessary for Emma to go back and ask the blonde if she gave, she was evidently out as the referee asked Emma to break. She did so, returning to out corner once more as she waited in case Shelly was able to return to the action. It was a mere formality though, Shelly only just recovering as the bell sounded, and Becky wisely pulled her mother out of the match. The younger blonde made vague noises about revenge as we were leaving later on; Emma simply smiled and told her that she knew where she was when she was ready….