Lightweight Tournament
By wolfboy
 
Claire gets a chance in a private tournament with an unexpected prize

Claire’s next catfight came as a result of a direct invite to a private four woman catfight tournament organised by one of Emma’s former opponents, Hayley Portman. Hayley was a lightweight fighter who had made something of a name for herself taking on and beating much heavier women in her early matches. Although Emma had bested her, it had been a tough match. A few years further on and Hayley now tended to stick to opponents more in her weight category, but still enjoying a different type of challenge, she liked to organise a private four woman catfight tournament which she would host at her home. This year was no exception and Claire was surprised to receive an invite to take part in this year’s version. The invite had been pretty straightforward in its wording – ‘you are invited to take part in a four woman catfight tournament. The matches are no holds barred, no time limit apartment catfights and the first submission wins. Reply to this email to confirm you are prepared to enter the tournament’.
Claire was keen to take part, and from mine and Debbie’s point of view, we could see no reason why it wouldn’t at the very least be good experience for her so the invite was accepted. At that point we found out an extra stipulation was that each fighter could only have one outfit for the tournament; they were allowed to put their outfit back on if they lost it in the first match, but only if it was still in a fit condition to do so.
‘Wear something in leather’ was Debbie’s simple advice to Claire when she found that one out. ‘It’s not guaranteed, but it’s more difficult to tear leather, so there’s more chance you’ll still have an outfit to wear if you win the first match’
Sound advice that Claire took on board when considering her outfit for the tournament. My advice was that she should look to finish the first match as quickly as possible, conserving energy if possible for a potential final.
In the days before the tournament was scheduled to start, we found out who the other two fighters would be. Alongside Claire and Hayley would be Rachel Southern and Romana Fiuruzzi. Rachel was a New Zealand born wrestler who had only recently taken to catfighting and would be an interesting fighter to watch. Italian Romana was a model who had forged something of a reputation for herself as a dirty fighter, quite an achievement in the field of limited rules catfights. I felt that Hayley and Romana would be the likely favourites to win the tournament, but anything could happen on the day. The final bit of information came to light on the day before the tournament was due. Lord Smythe was keen to add a lightweight championship to his catfighting promotion, and he had decided to adopt this tournament as a way of deciding a first champion. The match would still take place in Hayley’s apartment themed fight room, but the added possibility of winning a championship was sure to up the ante in the tournament.
On the day of the tournament, we arrived at Hayley’s house where the host addressed the three women along with their respective managers. ‘Thank you for electing to take part in my fourth annual rip & strip catfight tournament ladies. As you know, this year there is an extra significance to the tournament as the winner will also be crowned as the Smythe Catfighting lightweight champion. The tournament will still follow the same format as previous years. There will be a blind draw to decide the semi final matches; the two winners will advance to the final. There is no third place match scheduled, but there is time for that match prior to the final if the two semi final losers desire another match. Now I think it’s time for me to stop talking, and I’ll ask you each to step forward and draw a number out of the hat with me so that we can find out who we will be fighting first.’
The four women all drew numbers to find out the line up for the semi finals. Claire drew number 1; at least guaranteeing she would be in the first match. Hayley was next to reveal that she had drawn number 3, placing her in semi final number two. The Italian, Romana was next up, drawing number 4 which placed her in a match with Hayley; the two favourites would fight each other in the semis! Rachel confirmed that she had number 2, and with that, we were all directed to different rooms in the house to prepare for the matches.
Knowing that Rachel was more of a wrestler than a catfighter, I talked through the best approach for the match with Claire as she changed into her chosen fight outfit for the first round of black leather booty shorts and bra top. ‘I think you’ve got to look to rough her up early on Claire. Don’t make it a wrestling match, give her all of your best catfighting moves early on and see how she deals with that I think?’ I suggested.
‘That’s what I’m going to try and do Steve’ she agreed ‘I mean, Debbie told me that she was supposed to be a good wrestler, so there’s no sense in me trying to go down that route I guess. I’ll just work her tits over and pull her hair out or something’ she smiled ‘I’m sure that’ll be effective....’
‘Sounds like you have a plan then...’ I agreed with Claire before we were called on to the mats for the first semi final match. Four sofas closely surrounded the mats, boxing in the action a little a bringing a real intimacy to the fight area. The other fighters, Romana and Hayley were both sat at the edge of the mats along with Hayley’s manager who would also act as the ring announcer for the day. There was no need for a referee obviously and as Rachel joined us on the mats, it was time for the first action of the day to get underway.
‘This is the first semi final of the tournament’ Hayley’s manager began ‘on my right, from New Zealand is Rachel Southern; she’s 30 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighs 133lbs. Her measurements are 36C-25-37 and she has a catfight record of 7 wins and 1 defeat.’ Rachel let her black robe slip from her body to reveal that she was wearing a black tie-up bikini with a tiny black micro skirt. ‘And on my left’ he continued ‘is Claire Voss who is 23 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 123lbs. Her measurements are 34DD-24-35 and she has a catfight record of 3 wins and no defeats. OK ladies, if you’re ready, let’s fight.’
Claire started quickly, rushing at her taller blonde opponent behind a quick flurry of slaps to the body that quickly had her pushed back to the edge of the mats, her heels against the base of one of the sofas. From that position, a quick shove to the chest from Claire was enough to bowl Rachel on to the sofa. Claire quickly followed her, leaping on top of the blonde, grabbing her hair and pulling hard as she was able to tie her up in a vague sort of pin. That one didn’t last that long as Rachel cleverly shifted her weight, sending both herself and Claire sprawling off the sofa and back to the mats where they rolled apart. Keen to keep up the fast paced beginning to the match, Claire came forward quickly again landing a couple of good slaps to the body, but she left herself wide open to a hard slap to the face, and as she reeled from that blow, Rachel was able to grab her in a tight side headlock. Now the New Zealander’s wrestling skills came to the fore a little as she used a hip throw to roll Claire to the mat, still maintaining her side headlock as she shifted her position slightly to partly smother Claire as well.
Claire tried to bridge only to find Rachel scissoring her right leg, using the power of her scissor hold to effectively prevent Claire from making the bridge, and within 2 minutes of the start of the match, Claire was seemingly trapped by her opponent’s superior wrestling skills. Indeed, Claire spent a good few minutes trapped in that very hold, the side headlock grinding away at her while her opponent dominated the action. Rachel’s mistake from this position was that with Claire’s whole body stretched out, she didn’t launch any kind of catfighting attacks on her, instead assuming that she could just grind out the submission. Her only move of any aggression really was a slap to Claire’s breasts as Claire looked for her way out by going to the long blonde hair of the New Zealander.
Now with her head pulled back painfully by the hair, Rachel thought better of continuing to grind away with the side headlock and she looked to get Claire back to her feet and as she did so, Claire was able to slam a punch into her stomach. The surprise was evident on Rachel’s face; she clearly had expected her younger opponent to have been worn down by the time she had spent down on the mat. As Rachel doubled forward from the blow to her stomach, Claire grabbed her hair with both hands, using it to yank her back roughly to the mat. Claire dived down on top of the surprised blonde with a double knee drop to the stomach, and just like that, the course of the fight had switched. Looking to claim the win as quickly as possible, Claire tore away Rachel’s bikini top immediately, and then trapping her in a rear body scissor, she reached round to latch both hands on to her exposed breasts.
The shriek of surprise that Rachel let out suggested to me that she was far from familiar with the darker arts of catfighting, and as Claire put her fingers to good use on her breasts; I thought that her opponent might have been on the verge of submitting there and then. She gritted her teeth against the attack though and prised Claire’s hands from her breasts only to find Claire quickly wrapping one round her throat and the other in her long hair as Claire took the surprised blonde down to her back on the mat. The scissor hold was still on as well, Claire’s powerful thighs going to work on her opponent while the choke was pretty effective denying her air. This was a more familiar position for Rachel at least as Claire had her trapped in a more conventional wrestling hold now; it still wasn’t a good one for her to be in though as Claire ground her down towards submission. After a couple of minutes, sensing that the blonde was weakening, Claire released the holds, pulled her upright by her hair and lifted her to slam the surprised blonde in the centre of the mats.
A flying splash from Claire drove the air from her opponent’s lungs, and then Claire was quickly in position to sit squarely on her opponent’s face, reaching back as she did so to add a little bit of breast mauling into the mix, and within a few seconds, the blonde was frantically tapping the mat to signal her submission. It had taken Claire just 8 minutes to secure her place in the final of the tournament; it was fair to say that things couldn’t have gone much better up to this point. Now, we would be given a few minutes before the second semi final would start, so we headed back to our room where Claire quickly changed out of her fight outfit and slipped on a long dress before we headed back out to watch the second semi final.
‘Let’s hope this is a really nasty, long match’ I said to Claire as we took our seats ‘I know Hayley’s a tough girl from having seen her take on Emma, and the Italian girl has quite the reputation as well’
‘I know’ Claire agreed ‘the more they can take out of each other, the better as far as I’m concerned’ she smiled.
‘Keep a lookout for anything you might be able to exploit in the final’ I reminded her ‘If someone gets a body part worked over, you might be able to use that to your advantage in the final.
By now, both women for the second semi final were already on the mats ready for their fight to commence. Romana, the Italian red head was clad in a fairly simple black and blue striped halter neck bikini. Her opponent, the host of the tournament Hayley looked sizzling in a black satin bra, garter skirt, stockings and skimpy black thong. I looked forward to this being a stern challenge of both women’s credentials, but I also fancied that if it turned out to be a really tough match, it could end up being a good thing for Claire. Hayley’s manager stepped on to the mats to introduce the two women for this match. ‘This is the second semi final for the right to meet Claire in the final’ he began ‘on my right, from Italy is Romana Fiuruzzi. Romana is 26 years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs 130lbs. Her measurements are 34C-25-36 and her catfighting record is 14 wins and 3 defeats.’ The Italian glamour model looked stone faced at her opponent Hayley as he continued. ‘Her opponent is Hayley Portman. She is 31 years old, 5 feet 3 inches and weighs 126lbs. Her measurements are 34D-25-35 and she has a catfight record of 23 wins and 5 defeats. OK ladies, let’s fight’ he said, leaving the mat just before Romana cracked a right hand slap of Hayley’s cheek to light the touch paper on this battle.
The first couple of minutes saw the fiery Italian land with a number of slaps to Hayley’s face, seemingly happy to take the odd one that Hayley was able to land as she stalked her around the mats. Romana was more concerned about causing damage in the early going. Hayley surprised her though, landed a straight right hand to her stomach and taking her down to the mat in a head lock to which she quickly added a body scissor and she looked to have control of the Italian. Romana wasn’t renowned for her dirty fighting for no reason though, and instantly she was onto the counter attack, a hand snaking inside Hayley’s thong to apply a crotch claw that saw her free of the body scissor and headlock combination pretty quickly. Staying on the attack, Romana maintained the crotch claw as she got to her knees, controlling Hayley down on the mat before slamming home three hard body punches. Switching tack slightly, she grabbed hold of Hayley’s thong, pulling it hard into a wedgie that lasted for about ten seconds before an additional pull on it saw it ripped away from Hayley’s body.
A straight punch in the face kept Hayley down, before Romana moved into a position sitting on the hosts’ chest from where she fired home a number of body punches, and then set to work on stripping Hayley of her garter skirt as well. Hayley was able to resist that attempt for now, landing two hard shots into Romana’s kidneys that forced her away from the pin for now. The pattern of the match continued the same way though through the first ten minutes or so; Romana would appear to be trapped in a move by Romana, but would generally find a way out, often favouring crotch attacks now that she had removed Hayley’s thong. Indeed, after 10 minutes, it was probably fair to say Hayley had spent half of that time with Romana’s fingers in her pussy. Hayley found herself in more trouble as well as Romana caught her, face down on the mat and was able to lift her legs wheelbarrow style before delivering a kick, that connected in the pit of her stomach. That sent Hayley rolling on to her side, clutching her stomach, and at that point I fancied the match was Romana’s to lose.
The Italian’s weakness though was that she seemed to have little interest at this point in making Hayley submit, and I knew that she was resilient at least. For now though, Romana stalked the host around the mat, each time she made it to her knees, slamming home a kick or a knee to her breasts to put her back down on the mat. Tiring of that, Romana moved in closer, trapping Hayley in a stranglehold as she got to her knees and with her free hand she was able to quickly untie the host bra, throwing it from the mat onto one of the sofas. The stranglehold was taking it out of Hayley, but she was at least close enough to fight back, and she took the red head by surprise with an uppercut to the crotch that dropped her to the mat.
Hayley moved into a face sit pin on the Italian now, using that position to drive home punches into the glamorous fighter’s stomach. Romana bridged, and as she did so, Hayley grabbed the waistband of her bikini briefs, pulling them up into a wedgie. In response, Romana clawed at Hayley’s legs, shredding her sheer black stockings, but it seemed that she was trapped now until she showed great flexibility to swing her legs back and wrap them around Hayley to send her off balance to the mats. Both women sprawled apart, and Hayley attempted to grab her bra top from the sofa where it had landed, apparently looking to use it as some sort of weapon. That was a mistake as Romana caught with a kick from behind that sent her flying on to the sofa before she snatched the bra top from Hayley and ripped it into two pieces to ensure it became redundant as a possible weapon.
Hayley managed to fight her way out to her feet, and the fight stayed upright for a little while now. Hayley landing well with body punches while Romana concentrated all of her efforts on peppering Hayley’s breasts with slaps punches and the occasional slashing nail rake if Hayley stumbled into range. There was no doubt that Hayley was hurting now as she looked to protect her breasts and that left her stomach open for a hard kick it seemed, but she saw it coming, catching Romana’s leg and delivering a kick straight to the Italian’s crotch. That was the telling blow of the fight, Hayley quickly being able to move in for another face sit, and she used that to finally smother the Italian out after 20 minutes of action, but she paid the price for her victory. Romana had battered her breasts and destroyed the majority of her fight outfit, something that I hoped Claire could take advantage of in the tournament final.
There were a few hours before the final would commence, which would allow Hayley some recovery time, but also would allow Claire and I to hatch a plan for that match. Before that, Romana did manage to persuade Claire’s semi final opponent Rachel to meet her in an unofficial match for third place. Both women requested that they were left alone in the fight area for that one, and as we found out later, they fought it out naked for about 10 minutes which were mainly dominated by Romana who forced a quick and painful submission from Rachel with a combination of reverse face sit, breast biting and crotch claw.
The final was due to commence in the early evening, and when we got back into the fight room, Hayley was already waiting on the mats. Now, the host just wore the garter skirt from her first round outfit, she was topless, her apparently still painful reddened breasts on show, and under the garter skirt, barring a miraculous repair job on her thong, she would have on nothing. On the other hand Claire’s outfit from the first round of leather booty shorts and bra were still in pristine condition. Wasting no time, Hayley went on the attack the second Claire set foot on to the mats, and the match was under way as Hayley grabbed Claire’s long black hair, pulling ferociously as she drew an immediate shriek of pain from Claire. ‘You cheating bitch!’ Claire exclaimed as she managed to wrap her own hands into Hayley’s brunette tresses, delivering a slap straight up into the hosts’ face which spurred on the hair pulling from both women even more. Soon both had one hand still in the other’s hair while their other hands slapped away at heads, shoulders, breasts; anything they could get them on to. Claire howled as Hayley went for a rake of her nails across her shoulders; she replied well though, managing to get a knee up into Hayley’s stomach which took a bit of the early urgency away from the host and she broke off the hair pulling to reassess the situation.
After the surprise start to the final, I was pleased to see Claire settle very quickly into the tactics we had talked about prior to the match. Each time Hayley ventured into range, she would receive a slap or a punch to her already tender breasts. When she moved back out of range, Claire wouldn’t follow her, preferring to allow the brunette to come back to her where she could deliver more of the same. It wasn’t a tactic without problems for Claire though either to be fair; allowing Hayley into range saw her also caught with a number of slaps to both the face and the body, but as the bout passed the five minute mark, I felt that Claire was getting the better of it in the sense that she was adding to the pain her opponent already had in her breasts.
Hayley was the stronger wrestler of the two, so I was more than a little concerned as she was able to hip throw Claire to the mat where she caught her with a leg drop across the breasts, and securing a handful of hair, she pulled Claire’s head into a side head scissor. Hayley was no slouch with the catty moves either, quickly getting a hand into Claire’s bra to start mauling her right breast. Claire was quick to respond though, getting a hold of Hayley’s right breast as well. In fact, more specifically she grabbed the nipple of her right breast, twisting it hard and pulling it. The cry from Hayley as she fell victim to that move from Claire suggested that she was struggling more than we had realised because of the beating she had taken in the first match.
She was a tough woman though, and she redoubled her own efforts with the head scissor while her hand continued to work furiously on Claire’s right breast drawing protests of pain from my girl. Claire was a good way from done yet though, and switching her attack, she was able to easily get her fingers into Hayley’s uncovered pussy, and as she went to work on her with that hold, Hayley was forced to turn her loose from the head scissor. The match continued at pace for the next couple of minutes, Hayley looking to rush Claire into mistakes as they got back to their feet, Claire counter punching perfectly to light up Hayley’s breasts and body.
From the edge of the mats, it looked to me like Hayley was starting to run short of ideas. Claire was hurting her, there was no doubt about that, and as long as she remained patient, I thought that she had a great chance of claiming the win. A desperation rush from Hayley bowled Claire back onto the sofa where she was pinned by Hayley who was able to sink in a couple of good body shots, but Claire replied in kind, her knuckles finding their target in Hayley’s rib cage with ease. Hayley pressed forward, getting her breasts into Claire’s face as she looked to smother her back against the sofa, and that proved to be an error of judgement on her part. Wrapping her arms around Hayley to ensure there was no escape, Claire hungrily sunk her teeth into Hayley’s right breast and as the screams from Hayley intensified, Claire maintained her attack forcing the host to tap out, rolling away to massage her breasts as she did so.
The look of surprise on Claire’s face was absolutely priceless. I knew that she had the potential to be a good catfighter, but we’d entered the tournament more with the intention of gaining experience against some better fighters. Now she found herself being crowned as the Smythe lightweight catfighting champion, and she would have t defend that title against all-comers in the newly formed division for fighters under 140lbs.