Invasion of the panty snatcher

By wolfboy

Emma has a private non-title match against a tough South African opponent

Our plan to find an opponent for a private match to keep Emma in shape for her next title defence had been rubber stamped by the Smythe’s. The only stipulation that they had put in place was that if we found a high quality catfighter in the process, we were to pass their details on so that they might be invited to join the ranks of the Smythe Federation. With that agreed, Emma and I had set out to find a powerful woman for her to fight as that seemed to fit the profile of the main contenders in the ongoing tournament to find the next challenger for Emma’s belt. In this case though, Emma’s opponent found us instead; South African catfighter Xena Stevens had recently moved to the country on an eighteen month work placement, and determined to make an impact, she issued a challenge to Emma that read –

‘So you’re the champion catfighter in this country Emma?

Well, I challenge you to a catfight in your own home. I specialise in beating up pretty girl catfighters, and I think that’s all you are.

The only rule I would like in place is that the winner has to strip their opponent of their panties before they can win, and they get to keep them afterwards; I already have quite a collection....

I warn you, I fight hard and dirty pretty girl. Are you woman enough?’

There was no way Emma would back down from such a direct challenge, so with the match accepted, I set about trying to find out some information about Xena. A quick Google search threw up some information about her exploits in the South African Extreme Catfight Association (SAECA) where Xena had posted a 14 and 2 record. The matches were brutal, anything goes style matches for the most part fought over 10 six minute rounds. An entry on their website said that Xena had worked her way up to the number two contenders spot leaving a trail of beaten and naked women in her path as she stole her panties after the victory. Xena was revealed to be a powerful 185lb woman; standing 5 feet 9 inches tall she was a solidly built yet curvaceous fighter who wore her hair closely cropped. A couple of short excerpts of video footage also showed her to be a dangerous and accomplished all-in fighter who wasn’t afraid to use teeth, nails, fists and feet to punish any woman who climbed into the ring with her.

Emma would have her work cut out for her it seemed, but a date for the fight was set. A couple of weeks later, we welcomed Xena to our house where the garage ring would shortly see its first action in a little while. The two women had agreed the rules which would essentially be Emma’s usual rules with a couple of notable variations. The final round would start with both women topless and could only end when a fighter had been relieved of her panties and forced to submit. The other change was that round three only would be completely no holds barred with both women donning MMA sparring gloves for that round. It had interesting connotations for which ever fighter found herself on the receiving end in round three as they could only submit after they had been stripped which seemed to leave the potential for a lengthy beatdown for the loser.

Tara had agreed to referee the fight and she was waiting in the garage wrestling ring as both Xena and Emma arrived in the garage and slipped between the ropes to commence battle. Both women looked ready for the match, Emma looked fit and sexy in a white bra top and booty shorts combo highlighted by some pink ribbon trim. Xena cut a powerful figure dressed in a black and pink hooped vinyl string bra and g string. Both women were barefoot, and I fancied that Emma’s long auburn hair put her at something of a disadvantage; she certainly wasn’t going to be pulling Xena’s cropped platinum blonde hair!

Tara started the introductions to get the contest underway ‘Ladies, you’ve agreed to fight to a revised version of Emma’s rules. Rounds one and two allow any moves except for punches, kicks, knees and elbows to the head. Round 3 will start topless with you both wearing MMA gloves. This round will be no holds barred with no time limit and can only be won when you have stripped your opponent naked. Is that all clear?’ she asked the two women who both agreed that it was. ‘OK then’ Tara went on ‘on my right from South Africa is Xena Stevens. Xena is 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighs 185lbs and measures 38DD-26-39. She is 30 years old and has a catfight record of 14 wins and 2 losses. Her opponent is Emma Baines. Emma is 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighs 170lbs and measures 40E-27-37. Emma is 30 years old with a catfight record of 25 wins and 8 losses. This is a non-title match, but if Xena wins she will receive a title shot at Emma’s Smythe title.’

That last bit was a surprise to me but seemed to be fair enough anyway and there was little time to dwell on that as the first round got underway. The South African fighter looked to make a quick start as well, bullying Emma back into a corner where she was able to unload three hard body punches before Emma clinched, receiving a head butt to the chest as she did so to send her reeling into the corner again. Emma was quick enough to escape the corner though before Xena could pin her in again and the two women circled briefly, Emma snapping a kick into Xena’s thigh and narrowly dodging the intended slap to the face that Xena aimed at her in reply. Ducking that, Emma swung, driving an uppercut of sorts into Xena’s body drawing a grunt of pain from Xena as she backed away. Emma looked to follow up only to find the South African fighters nails slashing across her stomach in reply. Emma just about avoided the worst of that attack, but Xena’s long nails would bear careful watching over the course of the fight.

Emma was able to lure Xena forward, and as she came into range, Emma picked her off with a crisp one-two punch combo to the breasts. Emma came in, grabbing Xena behind the head to pull her into a front headlock, following that with a couple of punches to the body and a nasty elbow smash between Xena’s shoulder blades, but Xena was on the move, pushing Emma back hard to the walled section of the ring. Emma groaned as her back hit the unforgiving wall, but she held on to the headlock at least as long as it took for Xena to fire a couple of punches up into Emma’s stomach, getting herself turned free from the hold. Xena backed up quickly before firing a straight kick at Emma’s crotch, Emma managing to block it with her thigh, but it gave Xena enough time to close in on Emma, trapping her in a standing headlock against the wall. Xena leant into Emma, pressing her into the wall while rubbing the top of her head into Emma’s face. Emma got her hands under Xena’s chin, pushing her head back slightly, but Xena replied, pulling Emma about six inches away from the wall before pushing her back hard to the wall and Emma lost her leverage to push away Xena’s head which again ground into her face.

Emma again worked her hands into Xena’s face to push away the South African, who again responded the same way by slamming Emma back to the wall. Stunned, Emma had no defence as Xena flipped her to the mat in a side headlock and within seconds, trapped one of Emma’s arms between her thighs while she pulled her face in to her breasts for a smother. Emma reached for Xena’s head, and would normally have looked to pull an opponent’s hair to try and alleviate her problem, but that wasn’t an option with Xena’s cropped hair. Emma had to resort to pushing her opponent’s head while Xena laughed at her predicament. Even though, Emma was able to push Xena’s head almost into a head scissor before Xena responded, releasing the headlock to crack three hard slaps off Emma’s face. Then, Xena was straight into Emma’s hair pulling her to her feet before delivering an Irish whip hard into the nearest corner. Emma groaned as she rebounded hard off the corner post only to be lifted effortlessly by Xena into a body slam. A leg drop across the breasts followed from Xena and Emma was starting to look in a bit of trouble during round one of the fight.

Xena followed her leg drop by looking for a breast scissor and claw; a hold which the cheerleader Britney had used well against Emma recently, but fortunately for Emma, Xena had got a little careless, exposing her crotch as a target which Emma was only too keen to accept. Emma’s fist fond the unwittingly offered target, and Emma was able to gain respite as Xena clutched between her legs. For the first time in the fight, it seemed Emma had the advantage, and advantage she was quick to build on, spreading the legs of her grounded opponent before going in with a head butt to the crotch. Xena let out a squeal of pain as Emma’s forehead found its target, and with a couple of minutes to go in round one, it was Emma on top. Pulling Xena from the mat, Emma clamped the South African in a crunching bear hug before converting that into an atomic drop. Once again Xena dropped to the mat clutching her crotch, but she still had the presence of mind to roll clear into a corner of the ring where she used the ropes to get painfully to her feet, Emma swarmed in with a flurry of hard body shots, though Xena defended pretty well and got in a couple of good counters of her own before Tara called time on a tough first round.

Both women looked to be feeling the effects of the first round as they went back to their corners. Emma had been on the receiving end for the most part of the round, but Xena had received a fair share of punishment as well in the end which was clear as she iced her crotch before battle resumed. Once again, it was Xena who looked to dominate the start of the round, rushing Emma back to her own corner by the hair before firing a punch just under Emma’s breasts. Emma was able to reverse Xena though, blocking her next punch and spinning her into the corner post before snapping a punch to each of her breasts and then deftly monkey flipping her into the centre of the ring. Xena seemed to have landed hard, but she was on her knees quickly only to find herself trapped in a front choke by Emma who dropped to her knees to add pressure to the hold. Xena’s hands groped for a target, first trying to pull Emma’s booty shorts in to a wedgie, and when that proved ineffective, she instead found Emma’s kidneys with a couple of punches. Emma responded with a clubbing forearm to Xena’s back which again put the South African down.

Emma aimed a kick at Xena’s ribs on the floor, but Xena blocked, sending Emma off balance and to the mat. With both women down now, Xena looked to get back into the match grabbing Emma’s hair and bouncing her head off the mat before sliding a forearm across her throat into a choke hold. Emma was able to escape quickly though as she slapped Xena’s face forcing her to turn Emma loose. Both women locked up again, with Emma gaining the upper hand as she whipped Xena into the corner, following up with a running splash against the corner post which momentarily crushed Xena’s resistance as Emma hoisted her into a big body slam. This time, Xena was much slower to rise into Emma’s clutched again; Emma secured another front choke, grinding away on Xena’s throat for a while before whipping her again into the corner. It was probably a little too obvious as Emma went for another running splash into the corner and this time she had elected to really launch herself at Xena from a couple of paces out. Had it been successful, I fancied that Emma might well have picked up the first submission; instead, Xena side-stepped and Emma literally flew into the corner post. Stunned and winded, Emma staggered out of the corner and straight into an impressive flying drop kick from Xena which dropped her to the mat. Xena pulled Emma from the mat by the hair before sending a hard knee lift into her chest, and this time as Emma fell to the mat, I could see that she was cut above the left eye presumably from the collision with the ring post. She still hadn’t really recovered her senses as Xena dropped onto her chest into a pinning position trapping both of Emma’s arms at her sides. It left Emma defenceless to a barrage of slaps to the face, a couple landing around her forehead doing the cut no favours and with Emma totally stunned now, Xena moved forward almost into a face pin before she plunged a hand inside Emma’s shorts to draw the first submission of the fight with a well applied crotch claw.

If Emma had expected that to draw any respite, none was forthcoming as Xena went straight back on to the attack with a stomp to Emma’s breasts before using a hair pull to bring her back to her feet. A head butt to the chest followed before Xena used her hold of Emma’s hair to slam her face first into the padded part of the ring post. A slow trickle of scarlet ran down the side of Emma’s face as she fell back to the mat before Xena went back to her hair to repeat the move. Emma tried to block, placing both hands on the corner post but that just exposed her ribs to the South African’s hard fists and soon Emma was back down on the mat. Xena dropped an elbow across her chest before riding her shin across Emma’s throat in another variant of a choke hold. This was a wise choice of move from Xena as it left her hands free to rip Emma’s top away before clawing at both of her breasts. Emma shrieked but plunged her nails into Xena’s calf sensing that the shin choke was her bigger problem at this point, but Xena responded with a couple of powerful punches to the stomach before shifting her position to a reverse face pin. Emma’s face was engulfed by Xena’s sexy vinyl clad ass while Xena took her time in removing the remainder of Emma’s top before getting her long nails back into Emma’s chest. The mauling attack drew muffled cries of protest from Emma before Xena cruelly raked her nails across both breasts leaving some angry red welts as she drew her second submission.

Fortunately for Emma the second round was nearing a close; unfortunately for Emma, Xena showed little sign of easing up as she whipped Emma hard into the walled part of the ring. Emma hit hard, but rebounded to stun Xena with a slap to the face, but it was a short lived respite as Xena went back to Emma’s hair to snap mare her to the mat. Landing in a seated position, Emma was in the perfect place for Xena to kick her across the shoulder blades, pitching her face first to the mat. Time running short in the round, Xena pulled Emma from the mat into a bear hug before carrying her to the corner of the ring and draping her arms across the top ropes. Xena spent the remaining 30 seconds of the round working Emma’s body over with some solid body punches before ending the round by cruelly raking her nails across Emma’s cut , restarting the flow of blood as the round ended.

This time at least there was a two minute break between rounds for the MMA gloves to be applied which gave me chance to work on the nasty cut while Emma put on her white gloves. ‘Are you sure you want to go on’ I asked Emma as I tried to staunch the flow of blood. ‘Yeah, I’m after some payback!’ she replied determinedly ‘she’s beat the crap out of me for six or seven minutes, it’s my turn now’ and with that, Emma put in a mouth guard and climbed back through the ropes. Over in the other corner, Xena had removed her bikini top to reveal a nice pair of DD breasts, and she had put on some pink gloves. Tara reminded both women that nothing was off limits now, and then restarted the fight.

Emma may have still been confident, but something told me that this was style of fight that Xena was more familiar with. Both women traded punches through the first minute or so though, Xena up and bouncing on her toes as she flicked punches out at Emma’s face and chest. Emma was more flat footed; gaining power for lost mobility and ensuring that the punches she landed were doubly effective. Indeed Emma got on top first, a hard pair of punches to the ribs backing Xena to the ropes where the South African wisely clinched Emma close to her to prevent any more effective blows landing. A knee from Xena caught Emma in the stomach, and then Xena broke her clinch, spinning Emma to the ropes before catching her with a right hook to the jaw dropping Emma to her knees. Xena continued the attack, wrapping Emma in a loose headlock before bouncing half a dozen rapid fire punches straight off the cut above Emma’s eye, undoing my work from the break as the blood began to flow again. Woozy, Emma stayed on her knees as Xena released the headlock and caught her with a kick across the breasts which put Emma on her back. Tara checked Emma was OK as Xena pressed on with her attack, straddling Emma’s back as she got to all fours and trapping her in a standing body scissor. Xena grabbed hold of her booty shorts, first twisting them into a wedgie before sliding them down Emma’s thighs to her knees. Then Xena stood tall, crushing Emma’s sides between her knees as Emma screamed out in defiance. Xena broke the scissor; jumping high in the air to bring her full weight down across Emma’s back sending her flat out to the mat on her stomach.

Xena followed up with an elbow drop across the lower back in what seemed to be becoming more of a beatdown than an even match now. Then, as she looked to apply a boston crab on Emma, she finally completed removing Emma’s shorts to leave her naked as Xena threw the shorts into her own corner. ‘Those are mine now bitch, and so are you!’ she claimed as she got the boston crab well and truly on, sitting on Emma’s lower back while leaning back with both Emma’s feet tucked under her arms. Emma was plenty flexible enough though and despite her cries of pain she held on for long enough to force Xena into a rethink. As Xena went back to Emma’s hair, Emma struck with a desperation punch to the stomach, buying her just enough time to get back to her feet. As Xena closed in, looking to finish Emma off, Emma surprised her again with a straight punch to her left breast, flattening it under her fist, and it was Xena who was shocked to find herself on her backside at the feet of her naked opponent.

Blood covered much of the left hand side of Emma’s face now as she looked to find a way to seize back the initiative in the fight. A knee drop to Xena’s chest followed before Emma hauled the South African to her feet and into a lift for a body slam. Xena tried to shift her position, looking to send Emma off balance as she lifted her but it was to no avail as Emma completed the powerful slam. Emma went for a big elbow drop across Xena’s chest for a follow up, but the South African woman was a step ahead of Emma, rolling away leaving Emma to elbow drop nothing but the mat.

Xena got to her knees quickly before pitching forward to catch Emma with a falling head butt to the stomach. It was effective enough, causing Emma to sit up involuntarily before a punch straight to her bloodied face dropped her back to the mat. Xena was back in control, but still she had to find a way to put Emma away; she started by looking for a full body pin, her knee grinding into Emma’s crotch , one hand wrapped in her hair and the other clawing at her left breast. A painful predicament for Emma as Xena invited her to submit, but Emma gritted her teeth and again refused to give in. She was stunned though as Xena delivered a short head butt to her forehead, and as Emma dropped back flat on the mat, Xena switched her attack to a grapevine pin, her powerful thighs spreading Emma’s legs wide before reaching back to claw at her pussy with one hand , the other retaining its torturous grip on her left breast. Emma cried out in pain, but her hands were free and she looked to fight back with a series of punches to the chest. It forced Xena to break off her multiple claw holds, but only for long enough to slam a two punch combination into Emma’s face.

This time, Xena had finally broken Emma’s resistance, and as the South African woman returned to her crotch and breast claw holds, Emma was soon crying out her submission of the match. It had been a tough match, and one in which ultimately, Emma had been dominated by a strong and hard woman. As I tended the cut on Emma’s head (which required a couple of stitches in the end), Xena made sure that Emma was OK, but also made sure that she understood the stipulations that were in place.

‘Remember though Emma, I get to keep these’ she said, waving Emma’s booty shorts ‘and I get a shot at your title’

‘You will’ Emma agreed ‘ as we agreed before, you have to have one match for the Smythe Federation, and then I will be able to give you a title shot. It will be a voluntary defence for me, which means you get to pick the rules as well.’

‘I’ll have to start thinking about those’ Xena agreed ‘make sure you keep that title long enough for me to take it from you though.’