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The Opening Gambit

By Wolfboy

Sara fires the first shot in the battle to be the best catfighter in the world

Talks had been underway for some time about a possible tournament to crown an official World Catfighting Champion. Led by the Smythe and Southern Belles organisations, eight organisations from around the world had agreed to bring their title holders forward to compete for the new title. Emma would represent the Smythe’s of course, but it was to be Sara who would have the honour of being in the first match of the tournament, representing the Southern Belles organisation as their champion. When the draw had been made, Emma and Sara had found themselves in opposite sides of the draw, which gave the possibility of both making the final to fight for the title. Something that the former heated rivals turned friends had laughed about at the time. The possibility remained though, hanging in the air as we sat ringside for the first two matches, to be held in the Southern Belles club in Georgia. A thousand fans packed the fight arena with all eyes on the ring for the opening bout.

First to the ring was the champion of Dutch Free Catfight organisation, under whose rules, Emma had beaten Annie in their third meeting. We knew that Inge would be a hard fighter, but the ring was perhaps not the natural habitat of the Dutch fighter. Come to think of it, it was hardly Sara’s favoured location either as I struggled to think back to her last match held in a ring. That said, the strawberry blonde American climbed up into the ring looking confident for the fight. And it promised to be an interesting one, not least because of the way the tournament was structured. The first round matches would have a real sense of jeopardy about them as they were set up as one submission fights with no rules. It meant that many options were going to be available for both fighters to target the win. Only once the semi final stage was reached would there be the option of losing a submission as the fight was expected to be fought under a longer format. It was rumoured that the final would be fought under submit the match rules, but that was yet to be confirmed at this early stage.

For now anyway, focus was on the first match of the tournament with both fighters waiting in their respective corners of the ring as the ring announcer took the microphone. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the opening first round match of the tournament for the World Catfight Championship. It is a no time limit, no rules fight set for one submission. Our two fighters this evening, first from Nijmegen in The Netherlands, Inge De Roon! Inge is 34 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall and 157lbs. She measures 36C-25-36 with a fight record of42 wins and 11 losses. Her opponent this evening from Louisiana, USA is Sara. Sara is 36 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 165lbs and measures 38DD-29-40 with a record of 44 wins and 13 losses’ he finished, exiting the ring quickly to leave matters in the hands of the female referee.

‘Get ready ladies’ she commanded, both women complying by taking off their robes to leave just their fight gear in place. Both had kept it simple too for this match. Sara of course wore her trademark scarlet colour; a thong and simple bra in a lace material looking just perfect for her. Her long strawberry blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, down to the top of her impressive breasts that were well known to be her favoured weapons for finishing a fight. Across the ring, Inge was equally simply attired in a pair of black hot pants teamed with a simple string bikini top. She had the sharp nails so favoured under Dutch Free Catfight rules, but across the ring, it appeared Sara had been forewarned of that fact as she also sported quite a set of talons too. Both were ready, almost like caged cats about to be released as the referee signalled for the bell, called ‘fight!’, and the tournament was underway.

The crowd was alive with anticipation of the fight even as the two women circled for a few moments, almost as if they were sizing each other up. Inge had shortish dark hair, a bob cut of sorts that seemed like it might make it tougher for Sara to grab a good handful. The slaps to the body started now, neither defending at first as each landed with heavy stinging blows to the upper body. Sara kicked Inge in the thigh, the Dutch fighter responding with a kick of her own to the side. Both shrugged the blows off and reassessed for a brief moment, still circling with an intense concentration written across their faces. The level of excitement in the arena stayed high though, knowing the jeopardy that one wrong move could spell big trouble for either woman in their hopes of being crowned champion. It was obvious that neither was quite able to commit fully to the attack straight away, or at least neither wanted to, jousting at range with slaps again as one minute became two and then three at the start of the contest. The slaps were heavy, hard hitting blows certainly, landing on bare skin, their report audible above the noise in the crowd surrounding the ring. Sara went to the face with a slap landing hard, rocking Inge for the moment before she followed up with a second slap to snap her head to the side. Inge took a backward step and Sara was after her, a third slap landing before a flurry forced the Dutch woman to the ropes. Sara stepped in, confident of continuing her attack there against the ropes, but Inge made her shriek with a slash of her nails across the belly. As Sara’s attention was diverted to that, a big European style uppercut rocked her firmly on to the back-foot, and then it was she forced to back-pedal beneath a withering flurry of slaps and punches.

As Inge pressed forward, this time she was the one cut off in full flow as Sara got in a timely knee to the body. Then she raked the Dutch woman’s eyes, drawing a cry of protest before grabbing her hair and throwing her across the ring. Still disoriented, Inge took an elbow drop across the breasts down on the mat before Sara used a hair held headlock to trap her in a partial breast smother down on the mat. The strawberry blonde American had the edge for a moment here, cranking on the headlock and enjoying the increased cadence that brought to the dark haired fighter’s breath as she felt the pain. It was of course unlikely anyone in this tournament would be beaten by so simple a move as the headlock though, and Sara knew it, bringing Inge half to her feet so that she could drop her again with a short right hand to the face. Inge dropped, blinking her eyes as she tried to recuperate from that quickly, and Sara was not wasting any motion as she bulldozed the Dutch woman to the mat using a thigh strike to the face to send her there.

With the action down on the mat, Sara dropped into a controlling grapevine, quickly able to spread Inge’s legs slightly while she pinned her hands above her head. Sara ground her body into the Dutch woman’s too, pinning her hard to the mat, slowly spreading her increasingly. She had her positioned of course for her favoured move, the super smother; it was early in the fight for it though, and Sara knew that the teeth of her opponent would likely be waiting for her if she tried it. This then was a wear down hold for now, one that Sara used to punish Inge for a couple of minutes, slowly inching her powerful legs apart. Inge was wise enough not to panic though, she knew that this hold wasn’t going to finish her off, and she rationed her efforts, resisting Sara enough and not really bothering to try and get her arms free. Sara realised it, turned up the power suddenly to spread Inge that bit wider, eliciting a groan from the Dutch fighter, and then she turned her loose. Sara had a surprise in store for Inge as she broke though, planting her hands on the mat so that she could lever herself up and deliver a knee drop to the gut to wind the Dutch fighter.

Sara had control now and looked to keep it that way, delivering a short elbow drop to the breasts before going to the hair so she could pull Inge to her feet. She led the Dutch woman back to her own corner of the ring by her hair now and slammed her face first to the top turnbuckle to keep her stunned. A slap followed, cuffing around the back of Inge’s head and the Dutch woman remained in trouble, controlled by Sara there in the corner. A couple of hard punches sawed in to Inge’s body as Sara continued to work away having turned her so that she was with her back to the turnbuckles. Inge looked a little winded as Sara lined her up to send her into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip, the Dutch woman coming to a hard stop against the leather covered bolts. Sara followed in, cautiously enough, as she looked to get to Inge again, grabbing a handful of that short dark hair to lead her from the corner. She may have been planning to body slam the Dutch fighter, but she never got that far as Inge simply thumbed her in the eye. Sara turned away moaning ‘fucking eyes! Bitch!’, troubled by the move and Inge waited for her to slowly turn before delivering an athletic drop kick to floor Sara.

First sign of adversity for Sara in the fight and the crowd rallied behind her to some extent with cries of ‘come on Sara’ but the Dutch woman set about silencing them with a heavy elbow drop across Sara’s back. Sara barely recovered from that before a leg drop caught her around the back of the head, and she was in trouble. Dazed, she was pulled into a side head scissor, face down on the mat, trapped between the strong thighs of the dark haired fighter. She let out a groan as she felt that power brought to bear on her now, tasting first hand the scissors the Dutch fighter often used to finish her matches. Like Sara, Inge was under no illusions that she would finish her opponent quickly, but in the position she had Sara trapped in, it gave her chance to work on her neck. First things first though, and Sara was hardly surprised to feel the Dutch fighter unclasp her bra to expose her heavy DD breasts. Sara knew that chest down on the mat, she was pretty well protected, but Inge would be looking for a chance to put those sharp nails to use given the chance. Then she moaned loudly in pain as Inge propped her upper body up on an elbow, elevating her legs off the mat and forcing Sara’s head and neck to support them for a few seconds before dropping back. Sara shrieked loudly in pain now as she felt those sharp nails across her back, dragging an angry looking furrow, then Inge propped herself up again to force Sara to take more weight in the scissors again.

‘MMMNNGHHH!’ Sara moaned as the scissor hold punished her again, then the nails were back in play again, following their previous tracks to bring maximum pain to the strawberry blonde. The crowd recognised this for what it was; a play to break the Southern Belles champion down, to break their champion down. Sara couldn’t help but notice it too as Inge got two straight punches into her ribs, then propped herself up once more to bring extra pain to the scissors. Sara cried out as she felt it, suffering in the hold now, Inge not stopping for a second to ask if she submitted until she dropped back to the mat to use her nails once more. By now, those nail tracks were visible to all in the arena. Sara’s moans and groans of pain were pretty audible too, a grunt too as a punch landed in her side again. Was the Southern Belles champion on the verge of crashing out in round one of the tournament the crowd wondered. That was to forget the fighting spirit of the woman who held the belt though, and as she felt Inge preparing to prop herself up for a fourth time, she timed it well to push her supporting arm out from under her. As she fell back that little bit, her ankles uncrossed for the briefest moment, and Sara clasped her foot, twisting it to ensure she had a chance to break free of the hold.

She tried to roll away, her scarlet bra barely hanging in place for now, but Inge lunged for her to make a grab of that long strawberry blonde hair. She used that to slam Sara’s face into the mat, dazing her so that she could get to her feet and forcibly remove that resilient scarlet bra. She stood over Sara for a moment, clasping that bra in both hands for a moment, allowing the crowd to see just what she was planning. Then she wrapped the scarlet garment around Sara’s throat in the simplest of chokes, Sara’s fingers going to pull at it straight away, needing to get the space to breathe as she desperately tried to force her fingers between her bra and her skin. A desperate situation then for the Southern Belles champion as Inge bore down on her, trying with everything she had to choke Sara out. The strawberry blonde knew that she needed to get her feet beneath her so that she could somehow break the hold, and tried gamely to make it, before a kick across the back of the knees dropped her back to them on the canvas. It looked a dire situation as Inge stepped forward to give herself the base to pull back even harder on the choke, but Sara spotted her only chance and plunged her finger nails in to each of the Dutch woman’s feet, clawing them harshly. Now Inge shrieked, feeling the pain as she released the bra; a victory of sorts for Sara who was clubbed to the canvas by a punch to the back of the head instead.

That might well have been a chance for the Dutch fighter to simply loop the bra back around Sara’s throat and start choking her again. Instead she wanted to punish her some more, using another nail drag across the back to hurt her. It was effective, but it seemed to also have the effect of returning the strawberry blonde very loudly to her senses. As Inge tried then to force Sara back to her feet by a handful of that luscious strawberry blonde hair, Sara nailed her, right in the crotch with her best punch, and flipped the fight on it’s head.

Inge crumpled to the mat, clutching at her womanhood, groaning loudly in pain from the shock assault delivered by Sara. The strawberry blonde got to her feet, working her head and neck around a little to work out the knots put there by Inge. Then using the hair herself she forced the Dutch fighter to her knees and used her breasts like a football to punish her with a hard kick across them. Inge rolled to her back, Sara dropped onto her using a falling headbutt to the stomach, then elbowed her to the point of the jaw to drop her again when Inge tried to sit up. Sara looked at her imperious best suddenly as she peeled Inge off the mat and without a pause, delivered a pussy pounding atomic drop. ‘Aiieee!’ the Dutch woman moaned as she remained frozen in place trying to compute the sudden bolt of pain running through her before Sara flattened her with a thunderous clothesline. It had gone from being a beat down on Sara to one delivered by her, and she forced Inge straight up and into a body slam near the edge of the ring. That move was well planned by Sara, planting her opponent close to the edge of the ring where the surface was at it’s least forgiving.

Inge certainly felt it, hips and stomach rising off the mat trying to alleviate the pain and only succeeding in meeting Sara’s second falling headbutt. That one was a real lung emptier before Sara made Inge shriek with an eye rake, paying her back for that earlier thumb in the eye. The strawberry blonde brawler was fully aware that in tournament catfighting, she wasn’t going to get paid by the minute either. Aware of Inge’s teeth still at this stage though, she used a pretty unique combination to put the Dutch fighter in real trouble. She used the hair to position her throat on to the middle rope in a choke before sitting high up on her back to press her right into that rope choke. Then she snapped her own powerful legs shut around the dark haired woman’s head in a firm head scissors to add to the punishing combination.

It was evident quickly Inge was in trouble with 165lbs of battling blonde pressing her into the rope. She went to her nails, her own favoured weapons, starting to scratch at Sara’s legs feverishly in a desperate attempt to get free. But she was well trapped by a fighter not likely to show her any mercy now; she fought desperately but couldn’t get free from the hold at all, and on the verge of being choked out, she was forced to tap out, giving Sara her passage through round one of the tournament. As the crowd cheered for their champion and her victory, we still had the second match of the tournament left to enjoy on the evening.

That proved an interesting battle between perhaps the two strongest opponents in the draw. Redhead Jane Anderson of the Australian Outback Catfight Association would take on the jet haired Russian Alina Lebedeva of the Moscow Maulers organisation. These were two strong athletic fighters. Jane at 6 feet tall and 187lbs was the tallest and heaviest fighter in the competition and stood in one corner wearing a simple enough sporty bikini in royal blue. Across the ring, Alina was no slouch at 5 feet 10 inches and 179lbs either; that she’d elected to fight topless in a pair of red spandex leggings also guaranteed a lot of eyes were on her before the bell rang.

This match was a smorgasbord of good old fashioned catfighting. A two minute hair tug of war as slaps and punches landed opened things. Jane looked to making Alina regret fighting topless too as she worked her breasts over well, latching on to an occasional nipple pull as she did. Both women were thrown to the mat more than once by their hair, kicks and knees were exchanged, the fight rumbling on through a tough first ten minutes in that style. The Russian turned it up a notch, stunning Jane with a one two to the belly and an elbow to the jaw. Then she eased that sporty top up and latched on to Jane’s pert B cup breasts clawing them harshly as the big Australian cried out in pain. Had Alina got her? Not yet as a headbutt from Jane rocked her and a punt to the crotch turned the tide. Now Alina had to take the punishment, breasts dragged along the ring ropes before Jane body slammed her at centre ring. The Russian was moaning loudly but she was ready for Jane’s big splash, raising her knees to catch her. Winded then, it was Jane who found herself finished off impressively as Alina trapped her in a reverse figure four head scissors and then shifted back to add a reverse face sit to the mix. Throw in some breast mauling and it quickly set up USA vs Russia in the first semi final.

An enjoyable and interesting start to the tournament, and tomorrow it would be Emma’s time in that same ring as the tournament rolled on.