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The Catfight Tournament –Round Robin Week 1
By Wolfboy
Week one sees Emma take on Ingrid while favourites Yana
and Alex clash
The first round of matches in the round robin stage of
the tournament was to feature Yana against Alex and Emma against Ingrid. Yana
and Alex were marked down as most people’s favourites to win the tournament, and
with the high level of interest in their meeting, Emma and Ingrid were to fight
first in the Schoolgirl themed matches of week one. The venue was again to be
the wrestling ring at Lord Smythe’s country residence; this would be the venue
for the remainder of the tournament. Although the Canadian fighter Alison
Jackson was not fighting in the first round of matches, she too was in
attendance, taking the chance to scout her future opposition.
Emma and I had already discussed tactics, and we knew
that Emma’s Swedish foe tonight was both tough and resilient as was proven in
her preliminary round victory. In particular, it had seemed to us that she
favoured the face sit, so Emma would be on guard for that move. The format in
these matches wasn’t all that different to the preliminary round in the most
submissions or a total submission would win the match. Again, there were no
enforced breaks in the format – the victor in any fall simply had to break their
submission hold, but could carry on by immediately applying another hold. Where
it did differ slightly was in the longer time limit of 30 minutes, and the
potential for a fight to end in a draw.
I reminded Emma to pace herself in this one as we made
our way to the ring room for her match. While I was keen for Emma to get on top
early, that wasn’t going to help her if she ran out of steam half way through
the match. Emma had covered her sexy schoolgirl outfit with a robe as she walked
through the house, but that couldn’t hide the fact that she had tied her hair in
two pig tails, clearly embracing the theme of this first evening of action! She
made her way into the ring, and as she was joined a couple of minutes later by
Ingrid, the ring announcer took over.
‘Ladies & Gentlemen, this is the first round robin match
of the Smythe challenge tournament and it has a thirty-minute time limit with
most submissions or a total submission of the match required to win. It is no
holds barred. And now, in the red corner from Stockholm in Sweden, Ingrid
Stensson. Ingrid is 25 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs in at 160 lbs.
She is 36-25-35 and has a perfect record of 10 wins from 10 fights.’
Ingrid let her robe fall away to reveal a pink and white
plaid micro mini skirt with a white tie top, thong and over the knee socks. Her
long blonde hair was tied into a pony tail.
‘And in the blue corner’ the announcer continued ‘from
Staffordshire, England, Emma McArthur. Emma is 21 years old, 5 feet 10 inches
tall and weighs in tonight at 173lbs. Her measurements are 40E-28-39 and she has
10 wins with 3 losses’
Emma also stepped out of her robe, revealing that she had
chosen an almost identical but contrasting outfit to Ingrid’s – black and pink
plaid for the mini skirt while her tie top, thong and over the knee socks were
black. The referee called both women to the centre of the ring, and after
reminding them of the few rules in place, the contest was underway. Although
Emma held height and weight advantages, she soon found herself pushed back
behind an early barrage of slaps from the on-rushing Swede, and Emma was finally
backed into a corner. Ingrid took aim with a couple of body punches which Emma
blocked, but she had no answer when Ingrid grabbed her auburn pig tails to throw
her across the ring, Emma landing hard in the centre of the ring.
Ingrid followed with a kick to the chest as Emma got to
her knees, knocking her down again, and this time Ingrid also went to the mat to
secure a headlock on Emma. Ingrid was lying across Emma’s chest, and following a
couple of hard body punches, she wasted no time in relieving Emma of her micro
skirt, ripping it from her body and throwing it from the ring before punching
Emma in the stomach again and pulling hard on her thong. Emma gritted her teeth
against the early attack, before pulling Ingrid’s pony tail and gaining some
freedom from the headlock as the Swede switched her attentions to Emma’s hands,
trying to pull them away from her hair.
It gave Emma chance to get to her feet at least, and as
both women locked their hands in each other’s hair, a close quarters battle of
wills began. Both women battled for the upper hand, painfully pulling and
twisting the other’s hair. Emma managed to work a hand free, sinking a couple of
punches home, but Ingrid replied with knees to the stomach, and as the bout
already approached five minutes gone, both were still locked together in
something of a stalemate. Sensing it almost, both women redoubled their efforts,
but to no avail, and almost by an unspoken mutual agreement, the two broke apart
and circled each other warily with a new found respect.
Ingrid looked to swarm forward again having enjoyed
success with that at the start of the match, but now Emma was composed enough to
strike back with a couple of well-placed punches to her breasts, which slowed
the Swede down. A clothesline from Emma finished the job, dumping Ingrid on her
backside, and Emma was straight into her hair, pulling her up and throwing
across the ring repaying the earlier attack from Ingrid. A knee to the back
provided Emma with the perfect post as she tried to get a sleeper hold on the
Swede who got a hand inside Emma’s grip, diminishing its effect, but Emma was
still able to painfully crimp Ingrid’s neck as she applied the pressure.
‘Submit?’ Emma asked, but Ingrid simply replied by
fighting her way back to her feet, and after an elbow to the stomach had landed,
Emma broke the hold, backing away quickly. Still no clear advantage, and the
match continued that way throughout the first half; both women landing effective
blows at times, but neither able to press home a decisive advantage.
‘Fifteen minutes gone in the match’ the ring announcer
informed all in attendance, and it seemed to spur Emma into action. Feinting
with a slap to Ingrid’s face, she quickly switched target, landing a knee lift
into the blonde fighter’s stomach. As Ingrid clutched her stomach, Emma hit her
with a one-two combination to the breasts before a final knee, this time to the
crotch, put Ingrid on the mat. Emma launched herself through the air, landing a
leg drop across Ingrid’s chest, and then she applied a reverse head scissor, the
Swede’s head crushed between Emma’s thighs. Now it was Emma’s chance to remove
Ingrid’s micro skirt, and after that, her hands were soon inside Ingrid’s thong,
tearing at the Swede’s womanhood as she howled in protest.
‘Give up then’ Emma reminded her before giving out a
pained howl of her own as Ingrid’s teeth nipped at her inner thigh. A body punch
from Emma put paid to that attack, and then the crotch mauling was back from
Emma with a renewed intensity that soon drew a submission from Ingrid, Emma
taking the lead 1-0 with just over 10 minutes to go in the match.
Emma released the hold, but sensibly given her lead, she
didn’t allow Ingrid to her feet, instead pinning her down in a full body pin
while attempting to spread Ingrid’s legs in a grapevine. The Swede resisted, her
legs crossed in defence against Emma’s attacks, but with her hands pinned to the
mat, Emma was happy to maintain control as Ingrid seemed unable to free herself
for the moment.
Emma lifted her body slightly before dropping back down
belly to belly on top of Ingrid, briefly winding the blonde, but as she looked
to repeat the move, Ingrid moved quickly to bring a knee up, and Emma was the
one who got the worst end of the move, rolling off Ingrid and trying to catch
her breath on the mat. Fortunately for Emma, Ingrid too was feeling the pace of
the fight now, but she was able strike home with a knee drop to the small of
Emma’s back, followed by a rear chin lock of sorts as she kneeled on Emma’s back
while pulling back on her pig tails.
Emma grimaced in pain as the burning in her scalp started
to take over, and I thought that Ingrid might be about to equalise until she
switched her attack to remove Emma’s top to expose her magnificent breasts.
Clearly, they were intended as Ingrid’s next target, but Emma had got herself
into a position lying chest down on the mat that reduced Ingrid’s options for
how to attack her breasts at least. A couple of ineffective punches went into
the side of Emma’s breasts, but with no chance to get her claws into them,
Ingrid instead tried for a boston crab, hooking Emma’s legs under her arms and
trying to lean back to apply some more pain. Emma was too strong for that move
though, and was able to fight off the Swede’s attempts to get the move on her,
before twisting on to her back, and kicking Ingrid off her into the ring post.
Emma rose, but had no chance to follow up in the corner
as Ingrid was already on the move as well circling away from Emma briefly before
darting in for a leg grab, trying to tip Emma over to the mat. Emma resisted,
keeping her balance before locking Ingrid in a front headlock, and with that she
was able to take the blonde down to the mat, grinding her face into the ring
canvas while using her free hand to pull her thong into a wedgie. Ingrid was
apparently in no mood to submit, but it was clear that Emma had control of the
match now as time started to tick by for the Swede.
Emma maintained the advantage until there was just a
couple of minutes left in the match, and Ingrid finally worked her way clear of
the headlock, catching Emma in a back hammer as she did so. An elbow to the
chest from Emma saw her out of that move quickly enough, but she was taken to
the mat by a vicious hair pull which saw Ingrid get one final chance to
equalise. The blonde fighter wasted little time in looking to apply her favoured
submission move the face sit, Emma blocking her attempts with arms folded high
on her chest. The efforts of the match had taken their toll on both women,
Ingrid straining to force Emma’s arms above her head, Emma battling hard to hold
the Swede off with relative success until Ingrid lifted herself slightly before
sitting down hard on Emma’s stomach, winding her.
Now Ingrid was able to move forward to finally secure the
face sit, but there was so little time left, that even as she latched on to
Emma’s nipples, I was confident that Emma would hold out. In the end, the bell
saved Emma, and her hard fought 1-0 win put her top of the competition,
admittedly after only one fight!
There was a break before the next fight of about 45
minutes, allowing Emma and Ingrid time to shower and return to ringside to watch
the match between Alex and Yana. As Emma returned to take her seat next to me, I
noticed Amelia also coming over to join us as the second contest got underway.
For this match, Yana was wearing a pink and purple plaid micro dress (again
wearing no thong under it) while Alex had opted for a red plaid micro mini with
a white thong, mini tie top and knee socks.
‘She doesn’t wear a thong so that nobody can give her a
wedgie apparently you know?’ Amelia told Emma.
‘Really?’ Emma asked, surprised ‘I’d just dig my nails in
her pussy instead!’
‘That’s what I thought’ Amelia admitted ‘I didn’t manage
it to be fair....’
In the ring, Yana had started well, lifting Alex for a
big slam, and now had the New Zealander in a standing head scissor / hair pull
combination which gave Alex some trouble early on.
‘That wasn’t why I came over anyway’ Amelia said,
diverting my attention back from the ring. ‘I’ve spoken to Rupert about your
idea, and he’s very keen on it’ she continued ‘As I thought, he’d like to film
the fight for private viewing only of course, although both ladies may also have
copies should they wish. We’ve had some celebrities fight here before, so I can
guarantee privacy.’
‘That’s brilliant’ I chipped in ‘I know that Trish is OK
with it being filmed as long as it never goes public, I’m pretty sure Debbie
will be fine with it too. When could the match take place Amelia?’
‘Well, Emma’s not fighting in the next round of matches,
but you’ll both be here anyway. How about then? Is that long enough for you to
get everything set up?’ Amelia asked us both.
‘I think it should be’ I agreed ‘I’ve got two months to
get everything organised. Em, do you think that will give your Mum long enough
to get ready as well? I asked
‘I would have thought so’ Emma replied. ‘I know she
hasn’t fought for a while now officially, but she trains with me from time to
time, so she’s still in decent shape for fighting’
So, the deal was partly sealed. All I had to do was
finalise the details with Trish, and hopefully the match would take place. With
that settled for now, we turned our attentions back to the ring where the two
fighters seemed to be locked in something of a stalemate. Yana had held the
early advantage before Alex had got her down on the mat, controlling the big
Ukrainian with a series of pins while removing her dress. Yana had fought back
well though, well placed body punches slowly turning the tide of the match in
her favour, but she was unable to really get control as Alex wisely stayed clear
of her clutches. The naked amazon continued to stalk her foe though, and finally
Alex was trapped in a corner it seemed as Yana tore her micro top off before
launching in to another salvo of punches.
As it seemed that Alex was in big trouble though, she
skilfully blocked and manoeuvred Yana into the corner to repay the favour with
some body blows of her own. Yana fired back a knee which Alex partly blocked
with her thigh before slapping Yana in the face only for Yana to ride the blow
well, firing back an uppercut to Alex’s exposed breasts. Alex backed off, and
both women started to circle each other again.
‘Tough fight to call’ was Emma’s opinion ‘It’s almost
like neither of them wants to show the other too much in the first match of the
tournament?’
And that was more or less how it continued. Yana would
score with some good punching from range at times, but as she got closer, Alex
would turn the tables or tie her up in headlocks and bear hugs. Yana would fight
her way free, and then the cycle would begin again. In the end, both women were
stripped naked, battered and bruised by the other, but there was no decisive
moment in the match. I struggled to see anything in the match that really
suggested either could beat the other as it finished a draw. It could make for a
long and tough final if the tournament followed the form book.
We left shortly after the final match had finished, Emma
and I promising Amelia we would be back in touch about the proposed match
between Debbie and Trish as soon as we could.