Return of the Panty Snatcher
By wolfboy
Emma gives Xena her rematch but can Emma fare any better with her this time?
‘It looks like Xena has got plenty of ideas on the rules for this one’ I said to Emma. ‘You can’t do anything much about it, but it looks like she’s trying to make it mirror the rules that she’s used to from South Africa.’
‘What does she want included then?’ Emma asked me.
‘Well, the match will be fought in an unlimited number of four minute rounds with just one submission to win. Anything goes and you’ll be wearing the MMA gloves from the start this time. The match starts topless and you can’t win it until you’ve stripped your opponent. One last rule; you can choose to roll one round straight into another if you think you might win it. You can only do that once though.’
‘She’s obviously been giving it some thought then’ Emma remarked ‘I presume we’re at least going to be fighting in the ring as normal though?’ she asked.
‘Afraid not Em’ I answered ‘Apparently it’ll be fought in that converted swimming pool you fought Lady Amelia in a few years back so it’s going to be tight for room. I think she’s going to try and swarm you!’
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Those were the agreed stipulations that the ring announcer reeled off before Xena was first to enter the converted pool area at Lord Smythe’s mansion. It was clear that currently well hidden beneath a simple white t-shirt , the crop haired South African challenger was every bit as imposing as she had been during her first fight with Emma. Emma was quick to follow Xena in to the arena, discarding a short, kimono style gown as she slipped into the drained pool to reveal a pair of sky blue ruffle booty shorts. Xena stood opposite her, still wearing the t-shirt as the announcer began the introductions for the fight. ‘On my left is the challenger for the Smyth championship, from Cape Town, South Africa, Xena Stevens. Xena is 5 feet 9 inches tall, 182 lbs and measures 38DD-26-39. She has a catfight record of 17 wins and 2 defeats. Her opponent is the champion, Emma Baines. Emma is 5 feet 10 inches tall, 168lbs and measures 40E-27-37. She has a catfighting record of 27 wins with 9 losses.’
Xena peeled off her t-shirt as the referee called the two women together to issue some last minute instructions; as she did so she revealed that she was wearing the white and pink booty shorts that she had taken from Emma in their last fight. A clever piece of mind games that Emma had little time to react to before the referee, due to the space restrictions in this makeshift ring and the limited rules, climbed out of the pool before signalling the fight to start. Both women slipped in mouth guards and then round one was underway with neither woman gaining an immediate advantage as they probed the other’s tight defences carefully. Indeed, it was nearly halfway through the first four minute round before the first really telling blow of the fight was struck with Xena blocking a jab from Emma and countering with an overhand right that caught Emma on the shoulder as she moved her head out of the way at the last second. It was still enough to send Emma off balance to the curved wall of the round pool and Xena was on her in a flash, hands in Emma’s hair as she landed two knee strikes to the stomach. A slap to the face followed, but Emma worked in a short hook to Xena’s body forcing the South African fighter away before the cat and mouse tactics of the first part of the round resumed to see out the remainder of the first round.
There was a thirty second break between the rounds, and neither woman appeared to be at all troubled by the efforts of round one. Round two started with Emma backed up to the wall behind a flurry of wide hooks to the body and head from Xena; Emma blocked the majority well though before taking the chance to deftly switch Xena against the wall, and a three punch combination to the body saw Xena’s legs wobble slightly before she tied Emma up in a clinch. Ineffective knees were exchanged before Xena surprised Emma by stamping on her foot and firing in an uppercut to the chin that put Emma on her knees. A kick to the chest put Emma down and Xena followed that with an elbow drop to the breasts. A body scissor was applied by Xena, her powerful thick thighs encircling Emma’s body briefly before Emma jabbed at her crotch with an elbow and got herself free. Rising from the mat, Xena was caught by a backhand from Emma which left her stunned long enough for Emma to apply a standing head scissor which seemed to trouble Xena a little until she grabbed Emma’s ankles to trip her forward to the mat. Showing surprising speed, Xena was able to tie up Emma’s legs in a figure four which she held in place with her body while she reached forward to grab Emma’s right arm in an arm bar. It was a painful enough situation even before Xena dug her fingers into Emma’s right breast and Emma had to grit her teeth until the round ran out and she was able to massage her sore breast before the third round started.
The first minute of the third round appeared to have been a bit of a breakthrough for Emma as, working confidently forward in a boxing type of stance, she bossed Xena around the tight confines of the pool. Jabs peppered the South African’s breasts and face as Emma mixed her attacks up well; finally, Xena was backed up against the wall as Emma kicked her sharply in the stomach before using a monkey flip to throw Xena hard to the floor of the pool. Emma dropped hard on to the stomach of the challenger to pin her, but Xena was able to secure something of a bear hug from beneath Emma which prevented Emma from securing her intended face sit. Instead, Emma ploughed a couple of short punches into Xena’s stomach and then she started to claw the crop haired catfighter’s breasts beneath her. It was Xena’s time to cry out from the work of her opponent’s fingers, but she was far from beaten as she started to slam punches into Emma’s side. Emma came back with an elbow strike across the breasts; Xena fought back again with more punches to the body before she was caught with a rake of the nails across her breasts by Emma. The ground fighting continued on for the remainder of the round, a gruelling bout of mauling, punching, twisting and squeezing that Emma might just have got the best of, but both women had been effective in getting some good attacks in. Round four would see much of the same with Xena this time holding a slight advantage as she pinned and punished Emma who looked to fight back as much as she could from under her foe. Still, four rounds and sixteen minutes into the fight, and there was very little to choose between the two women.
Round five got underway in a flurry of activity, Emma and Xena trading hard punches to the body before Emma secured a tight side headlock on Xena before she reversed the move into a back hammer and ran Emma face first into the wall. Two power punches to the kidneys from Xena put her well on top even before she grabbed Emma’s hair to bounce her face off the padded wall of the pool again. Emma was dazed and reeled away from the wall straight into a big body slam which Xena was only too happy to deliver. Emma was grounded and quickly found Xena sailing through the air before landing across her stomach in a big splash. Emma’s head came up slightly only for the point of Xena’s elbow to crash into her chin putting her flat on her back again. Xena wrapped her hands in Emma’s long hair, bouncing her head off the mat twice before pulling her into a side headlock, lying across Emma’s chest as she did so. Emma’s face was partly engulfed by Xena’s breasts and she was caught unaware as the challenger slipped a hand inside her booty shorts to deliver a crotch claw. Emma cried out in pain but was able to use her teeth to good effect on Xena’s breasts at least forcing a break in the crotch claw as Xena used her hands to control Emma’s head with some hair pulling. Moving quickly, Xena got Emma into a sleeperhold and rear body scissor combination which was effective in punishing Emma almost to the end of the round before she switched her attack to a boston crab, sliding Emma’s booty shorts off her as she did so. The round ended with Xena well on top, and I was a little surprised that she elected not to extend the round given her dominance, but instead she rose from Emma, taking my wife’s shorts with her to add to her collection!
In the short break between rounds, I quickly reminded Emma that now she was stripped naked, she would lose the match if Xena was able to force her to submit. I hoped that she would be looking to even that up pretty early in round six. Perhaps the cropped haired South African was a little overconfident as the round started, walking straight into a stiff jab to the face from Emma. It froze Xena in her tracks giving Emma chance to follow up, burying a straight kick into her opponent’s stomach. Doubled over, Xena was perfectly positioned for Emma‘s knee lift to the chest which crashed home. Xena was staggered and found herself lifted off her feet for an across the knee back breaker by Emma who seemed to warming to her task. Emma dived in to deliver a head butt to the stomach of Xena who, although winded, reacted well to grab Emma’s hair, holding her face close to her stomach as she wrapped a body scissor around Emma’s upper body. Emma grimaced as Xena’s thighs turned on the pressure, but she latched her nails on to Xena’s breasts, raking and twisting them as she did so. Xena shot back with a cuffing blow around the back of Emma’s head. But two hard slaps to the face followed by a punch between the breasts from Emma put her firmly on top as Xena’s scissor hold was broken and Emma moved forward to sit on Xena’s breasts.
Xena knew what was coming as Emma got hold of her white booty shorts, and she crossed her legs to stop Emma removing them only for Emma to surprise her by pulling the shorts into a painful wedgie instead. Xena howled, involuntarily uncrossing her legs to try and ease the pain, and with a flourish, Emma whipped off her shorts, throwing them from the pool. Two slamming fists struck Xena in the pit of the stomach and with just 30 seconds left in the round, Emma moved forward to complete the face sit, signalling as she did so that she wanted to use her chance to extend this round. Xena bridged, but Emma held firm and seemed to be in with a great chance of winning the contest as she kept Xena trapped under her crotch for what seemed to be at least a minute, grinding her naked pussy on the South African’s face. For the first time in the match, the referee, sensing a possible submission, slipped back into the pool to check on Xena only for a powerful bridge from the South African to send Emma falling off her.
Xena scrambled to her feet as Emma looked to quickly reassert her dominance, grabbing Xena’s head only for the South African fighter to explode from a crouching position with a powerful uppercut to the body. Emma groaned as the air was driven from her lungs even before Xena fired home a second body blow that dropped Emma to her knees. Now it was Xena who was back on top using Emma’s hair to pull her half to her feet before pulling her left arm away from her body an delivering a hard kick to the breasts. Emma crashed to the mat, but she wasn’t down for long as Xena repeated the move before bringing Emma upright for a third time to dish out a body slam. Emma looked to be back in trouble, Xena diving in with a falling head butt to the stomach, before briefly applying a simple double breast claw down on the mats. Xena twisted and pulled painfully at Emma’s chest, but with her hands free, Emma quickly got free as she slapped Xena hard in the face. It was a brief taste of freedom though as Xena got to her knees three times before pitching forward with short, falling head butts to Emma’s stomach.
Winded, Emma offered little in the way of resistance as Xena peeled her up off the mat to deliver a crunching across the knee back breaker. Emma slid off Xena’s knee to the mat, her naked form starting to show signs of wear and tear now as Xena dived in with an elbow drop across the breasts. Back to her feet, Xena signalled to the referee that while there was still 40 seconds left in this already extended period, she now wanted to use her extension to make this a 12 minute round.
There was no rule against it, so with the further extension granted, Xena set about looking to finish off the match to gain the title. Spreading Emma’s legs wide, she dropped in again with her favoured falling head butt, this time using Emma’s crotch as the target to draw a shriek of pain from Emma as she landed. I fancied she might go for a grapevine now, but instead got back to her feet again to grab Emma’s legs and turn her over into a boston crab. Xena arched back putting the pressure onto Emma’s lower back as she howled out in pain as Xena’s Afrikaans accent asked her ‘give up, bitch?’
Emma refused, putting one last huge effort into dislodging her powerful opponent as she looked to flex her legs back, but Xena was wise to it, quickly switching to a single leg crab as she now sat down on Emma’s back. Emma trashed at the mat in pain but still gamely hung in there, but Xena had one more move in mid as she maintained her hold but added a crotch claw hold into the mix. Now the writing was on the wall for Emma as she again pounded at the mat, not just in pain this time, but also to signal her submission of the match.
Xena rose from Emma’s naked body, climbing out of the pool to an enthusiastic reception from the crowd who recognised what a tough woman she was. Xena scooped up Emma’s panties, adding them to her growing collection before she received the Smythe championship title belt, holding it aloft to another round of applause.
Emma was a little slower to make her way from the pool, still to a great reception from the crowd. I could tell she was disappointed to have lost the title, probably more disappointed to have lost to the same woman twice in such short succession. Still, I had little doubt that Emma would return to form soon enough.