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 11 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 headscissor, 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 headscissor / 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.