Lightweight Eliminator #1

By Wolfboy

The tournament to decide who should challenge Miss V for the lightweight title starts

Claire was to appear in the first of two lightweight title eliminators as part of a three match event at the Smythe Mansion. All three matches would be held in the ring of the Smythe mansion; I felt that probably favoured Claire marginally over her opponent for the evening, Lucy North. Lucy had been the champion of Britney’s cheerleader fight association, and now she looked to bring her impressive record there to the Smythe ring. All of her matches so far had been fought in the locker room fight arenas favoured by Britney. The ring was more Claire’s domain I fancied but there was no doubt in my mind that Lucy was a more than credible opponent. From having seen her fight Melody Hudson in a match to unify the cheerleader titles of North America and Europe, I knew Lucy was an uncompromising, tough fighter. Claire would have to be on her game to beat her.

The jet-haired former lightweight champion was extremely focussed on the job at hand though as I led her into the fight room at the mansion. First into the ring, Claire was wearing a plunge front leopard print monokini, the front plunging to below her belly button, helping to display her cleavage. Barefoot and with her long black hair hanging loose to the middle of her back, Claire now waited patiently in the corner as we reviewed tactics, while we waited for Lucy to appear. We only had to wait a few moments before the redheaded former cheerleader Lucy entered the ring as well, slipping through the ropes. She wore a simple cheerleader outfit, black hotpants trimmed with re and a red, one shouldered crop top, emblazoned with the word ‘BITCH’ in black sequinned lettering across the chest.

Both women were attractive and popular competitors and as the crowd’s anticipation built, they stood, casually eyeing each other from across the ring. The announcer now stepped between the ropes, beginning the evening’s entertainment. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first of two eliminators for the Smythe lightweight title number one contenders spot. The winners of this evening’s two eliminators will meet in a few weeks’ time to determine the number one contender to Miss V’s championship’ he said, pointing in the direction of the masked champion who sat at ringside to survey her potential future opposition. ‘Out two contenders for the first contest; on my left wearing red and black. She is the former World Cheerleader Fight Association champion, Lucy North. Lucy is 5 feet 3 inches tall, 127lbs, 25 years old measures 34C-25-35 and has a record of 14 wins with only 1 defeat. Her opponent is the former Smythe Lightweight champion, wearing leopard print, Claire Voss. Claire is 5 feet 2 inches tall, 126lbs, 26 years old and measures 34DD-24-35 with a fight record of 12 wins and 4 defeats.’ Both women were well received by the crowd; Claire perhaps the slight home favourite but both women’s fighting prowess was well known to the crowd.

The announcer ran through the rules of the contest briefly ‘the match is best of 3 submissions or one knockout without time limit and they are anything goes matches’ and as he left the ring, the referee signalled for the bell and the action was underway. Slowly, cautiously it seemed as well, neither woman wishing to commit an early error and give a very capable opponent a shot at getting the first submission. Both well matches in height and reach, Lucy and Claire operated at the extreme of their reaches, flicking lazy blows at each other that they both parried with relative ease. The crowd was absorbed, enjoying the battle of attrition in the first couple of minutes as both Claire and Lucy awaited their opening. Now both became a little more adventurous; Lucy stepping in only to have her face stung with a slap. Claire looked to follow up but nimbly, Lucy skipped out of range before testing Claire with a snap kick to the stomach. Unsure how well she had caught Claire though, Lucy elected now to follow up immediately, settling for stalking the jet-haired fighter around the ring.

The cautious approach continued now, Claire and Lucy both blocking the other woman’s attempts to force the pace int eh early part of the match. Again, Claire stung the redhead’s cheek with a fast, hard slap, the sand of hand on cheek filling the room. Claire looked to attack now, grabbing Lucy’s curly red hair firmly as she used it to pull the former cheerleader into a side headlock. Lucy retaliated with a shuddering forearm to the lower back, looking to unsettle Claire before she attempted to fire her off into the ropes. Claire countered, a hand firmly interwoven in Lucy’s hair as she dropped to her knees, dragging her down to the mat where the side headlock was reapplied firmly to hold Lucy in place. Claire shifted, looking to smother Lucy a little as she got her DD breasts close to her face; Lucy surprised her though, getting a hand beneath Claire’s butt and using it to roll her on to her back. A quick counter, and as Lucy chopped Claire in the crotch with the edge of her hand, it was advantage to the cheerleader in fall one. Claire was pulled to her feet by her silky black hair before a kick to the stomach doubled her up, leading her perfectly into a knee light to the face and Claire was sent crashing back to the mat, looking a little dazed. Lucy followed in almost immediately with a leg drop across Claire’s breasts now, and as the jet-haired fighter was rocked from that, she quickly found herself trapped in a side head scissor.

It was too early in the match for Claire to be troubled by a fairly rudimentary scissor hold I thought, but Lucy had some power in her dancers legs, drawing a couple of moans out of Claire as she flexed her thighs for the first time. Claire bridged, immediately feeling the painful rap of Lucy’s knuckles on her belly before the redhead tried to reach and get a crotch claw on her. Claire defended, legs resolutely crossed as she took a slap to the thigh for her trouble and as the bout reached the five-minute mark, she found herself still trapped at the hands, or perhaps more accurately, legs of her opponent. Claire calmly looked to counter again, trying to get to her knees and turn into her opponent but in doing so, she presented her ribs as a perfect target which Lucy was only too happy to take, driving home her fist to knock Claire back onto her back, gasping for air a little following the hard, well placed, punch.

Lucy’s general method of fighting seemed to be to get control and then put a beating on her opponents to weaken them as quickly as she could. Head trapped between the redhead’s thighs; it was fair to say that Claire found herself certainly controlled by Lucy at least. The redhead now converted her side head scissor, quickly wrapping her legs back around Claire’s head in a tight figure four as she sat high on her chest. It was close to, but not quite, a face sit; Lucy’s crotch pushed against Claire’s chin as she used her legs to control. Now the redhead reached back, slamming two hard punches into Claire’s body, then her nails played up Claire’s bare skin, tracing their way up her plunge front suit from belly button to breast, drawing a yelp of pain. Claire was in a tight spot now, bridging as she sought some respite from the predicament; Lucy rode her attempt to dislodge her well though and clubbed her with another right to the body to drop the bridge. Now Claire responded differently, her hands free enough to scratch up Lucy’s legs before sinking nails into her calf. Lucy cried out, surprised at the sudden pain, but two slaps stung Claire’s face putting paid to another escape attempt.

Now Lucy leaned forward more, pushing Claire’s chin back painfully with her crotch as she continued to punish her in the early going. A fist to the belly took a bit out of Claire and Lucy reached back now to gran a handful of breast giving it a sharp squeeze before she settled for a nipple twist. Her position leaning back gave Claire a chance to swing her legs up, wrapping them around the redhead’s lithe body, and using her leg strength she was able to force Lucy off her. It was the former cheerleader that scrambled to her feet first, but as she aimed a kick at Claire, the jet-haired fighter caught her foot, using it to tip Lucy back to the mat. Instead, it was Claire who was first to her feet, and Lucy rose directly into a knee lift to the breasts that instantly sent her back to the mat on her back. Claire raced in, grabbing hair to bring Lucy to a seated position before taking a hard right to the body. She replied quickly with a sharp right hand to the jaw, then grabbing Lucy’s hair once more, she drove the redhead’s face firmly into the mat. The ex-cheerleader was dazed now, and Claire wasn’t in much of a mood to let her clear her head, pulling her from the mat and driving her head into the lightly padded turnbuckle. As Lucy slumped forward there against the turnbuckles, Claire showed her cruel side, slowly raking her nails down Lucy’s back before dropping to her knee with a sharp kidney punch that took the redhead’s breath away.

Having taken her breath away, Claire took her red top away, pulling it quickly over her head before throwing it to the crowd to ensure one happy fan was taking a souvenir home with them. Now using the har, she got Lucy to her knees, wrapping her up in a front headlock; Lucy barely had time to struggle against that though before Claire dropped back, delivering almost a short DDT as she drove Lucy’s head into the mat. Maintaining the front headlock now down on the mat, Claire had Lucy stunned and right where she wanted her as she wrapped her powerful thighs around Lucy’s body. There was an instant and loud groan of pain from Lucy as she felt the power of the former lightweight title holder’s legs. Claire squeezed again, long and hard, before asking Lucy if she wanted to submit.

‘Nooooo….’ was Lucy’s reply, cut short by another flex of Claire’s thighs, and the look of pain that showed on the redhead’s face gave Claire all the encouragement that she needed to keep pouring on the pressure and the pain. One more flex of her thighs as she sunk the choking front headlock in deeper was all it took in the end, Lucy frantically tapping the mat and rolling to her back as Claire released her, clutching her side. Unconcerned, Claire returned to the corner looking confident now as she had been able to squeeze the submission out of the redhead. In the other corner of the ring, Lucy had been slower to rise, still pawing at her side as she returned to her corner. She looked hurt to me, something I wasn’t about to let Claire miss. ‘Stay on the body now’ I told her ‘it looks like those legs of yours have done a bit of damage there.’
‘Oh she felt that alright’ Claire smiled back at me ‘I had it on her perfectly and really let her have it. I’m going to be careful, but that redheaded bitch is going to get beaten up now if she doesn’t submit quick again!’

Ominous words from Claire as she returned to the centre of the ring, ready to take on the topless redhead for the start of round two. Lucy’s pert C-cup breasts looked to make the perfect target for Claire too in the opening moments of the second round as she peppered them with sharp jabs and slaps. Lucy responded to her credit, slapping back hard at Claire’s breasts whenever the jet-haired fighter strayed into range. Clearly favouring her side still, Lucy was able to strike first with a slap and nail rake across Claire’s breasts. Claire grimaced as she felt Lucy’s nails raise their fiery paths across Claire’s breasts, but she responded in kind, stinging Lucy’s face with a slap before narrowly failing with a fast kick aimed at Lucy’s ribs that the former cheerleader just about blocked with her arms. That put her off balance though and Claire used her curly red hair to drag her into a side headlock, flipping her to the mat almost immediately. Claire was wisely positioned, upper body across Lucy’s face in the side headlock, and then with her free hand she grabbed Lucy’s right breast, cruelly twisting and mauling it. Lucy cried out in pain, Claire’s nails testing her resolve early in round two as her attempt to bridge clear of the attack failed to move the jet-haired fighter.

Claire switched tactics momentarily, giving Lucy’s breast a break from the punishment, instead grinding her elbow into the redhead’s ribs, drawing a cry of pain. Encouraged by that, Claire slapped hard at the same spot before grabbing and clawing at Lucy’s side with the same enthusiasm she had employed on her breasts just a few moments earlier. Again, Lucy moaned and groaned in pain, and Claire was confident that she had her number now as she elected to pull her from the mat by the hair before sliding her hand between Lucy’s legs, looking to lift her. Lucy may have been struggling with the pain in her side, but she had plenty of fight left in her yet, blocking the attempt and dropping Claire to her knees with an elbow smash across the back. A flat-footed kick to the chest sent Claire onto her back on the mat where Lucy was quick to spread her legs to deliver a stomp to the pit of the stomach. Claire groaned now, rolling to her side as she looked to catch her breath only to take another kick, this time to the lower back as the battling redhead looked to turn the tables. She gave Claire little time to recover now, pulling her half up from the mat before as snap left to the jaw put the jet-haired fighter flat out in the centre of the ring.

Once again, Lucy got Claire upright, getting behind her in a full nelson secured with a liberal helping of hair. As Claire cried out in pain, Lucy walked her to the ropes before bending her forward to choke her across the top rope. Claire was in trouble, gasping for air against the rope before a sharp jerk of that same top rope by the redhead sent her crashing back to the mat once more. The momentum of the match seemed to have swung in Lucy’s favour as she went to Claire’s hair once more, but the jet-haired fighter was a resilient woman, catching Lucy in the ribs with a sharp right hand that dropped her to her knees in pain. Claire lunged, a headbutt to the redhead’s breasts to bowl her onto her back before she gathered herself, spreading Lucy’s legs to return the favour with a stomp to the belly. Lucy gagged for air as Claire’s heel crushed it from her body, and put her back in control of the fight. Claire wanted to grind Lucy down now, using the hair to position her head for a tight, impressively well applied side head scissors. While Claire’s thick thighs might have threatened to pop her opponent’s head, she also targeted Lucy’s body again with some hard breast mauling. A pull on Lucy’s right nipple drew a cry of pain from the redhead and Claire, liking what she had heard, upped the ante, leaning in to take the same nipple between her teeth.

‘Aaaaggggh! Get off my tits bitch!’ Lucy screamed as Claire bit down, torturing the redhead before she broke off, hammering a right hand in to her body to take the wind out of her. Now Claire released the scissor hold forcing Lucy to her feet with a handful of hair and punished her with a knee lift right into the rib cage. Lucy dropped back to the mat, flat on her back and looking at the lights as Claire launched herself at her in a full body splash. She landed that perfectly and Lucy was crushed there on the mat beneath Claire’s curvaceous body. Claire rose off the redhead, content to bide her, knowing that she could potentially have left Lucy there for the knockout victory. Instead though, she decided that she wanted Lucy to submit to her, so she grabbed her hair, slapped her face getting her back to her senses before she peeled her from the mat. This time, she had no problem lifting the ailing redhead before she cruelly delivered an across the knee backbreaker. Lucy’s injured ribs meeting unforgiving knee as she screamed out in pain. Now Claire stretched her across the knee, one hand mauling her breasts, the other looking for a pussy claw before she asked Lucy if she wished to submit.

‘No…no…no…. Aaaaggggh!’ Lucy cried out as she felt the combined attacks of the jet haired fighter take their toll on her body.

‘Are you sure?’ Claire mocked her as she continued the cruel attacks that had the redhead in so much trouble.

‘No!’ Lucy reiterated firmly before screaming again as Claire switched to a double handed stomach claw, still with the redhead stretched out across her knee.

Claire worked her fingers into Lucy’s abs, testing the ex-cheerleader’s body as she did so. Lucy’s toughness was evident, but Claire was relentless, now hammering an elbow into Lucy’s stomach before she used the breast and crotch attacks to stretch her across the knee once more.

‘Give up Bitch! Submit!’ Claire demanded, her fingers drawing increasingly desperate cries and moans from Lucy. The redhead had resisted gamely, but her ribs were causing her plenty of problems and Claire turned up the pressure once more. ‘I submit, I submit!’ the redhead suddenly cried out, ground down into what was a pretty quick and comprehensive win for Claire who had put down something of a marker in the tournament to be named number one contender to the lightweight title again. We headed back to the changing room, Claire to hastily dress and head back to ringside to watch the second semi-final and see who she would be up against in the final eliminator.

Meanwhile, I would have to watch from the changing room on the closed-circuit TV link as I helped to prepare Lisa King for her debut in the world of fully competitive catfighting.