King of Cats

By Wolfboy

Transatlantic action as Lisa King puts her training to use against her glamorous American opponent
Following the two lightweight title eliminators, there was a brief delay before the final match of the evening which would see British professional and fetish wrestler Lisa King make her debut in the world of competitive catfighting. Debbie and Emma had been involved heavily in training Lisa and as that had developed, I had landed the role of managing Lisa for her debut match at least. It promised to be interesting to see how Lisa would match up with her American opponent, professional wrestler Brittany O’Shea. Brittany matched up well with Lisa in terms of size and although her background was as a professional wrestler, she did have experience in 2 competitive catfight matches, winning one and losing one.

Brittany’s open challenge to a British professional wrestler to take her on catfight style had reached Amelia. In turn, Lisa had caught wind of it and said that she’d take Brittany on, only to admit when the match was made that she had no actual experience in real catfights. A crash course in catfighting had prepared Lisa, we hoped, to take Brittany on in the evening’s main event. The appearance of two professional wrestlers in a catfight match was no unheard of, but it still generated plenty of interest from the crowd’ it probably helped that both fighters were stunning, athletic beauties as well. The rules of the match were interesting too; both women would appear in their pro wrestling gear, guaranteeing a glamourous appearance to both combatants. The rules would allow for stripping to topless which we felt favoured Lisa a little as she had appeared topless in video matches. There was no punching allowed, just like in the rules of pro wrestling, but not a whole lot else was forbidden. As I lead Lisa from the dressing room, I was confident in her wrestling ability; I just had to hope that Emma and Debbie had been able to ignite a fiery, nasty streak in her that could really turn her into a fierce catfighter.

The crowd in the room surrounding the ring was buzzing with excitement as I entered the room, leading Lisa to the ring. Having already been treated to two exciting lightweight title eliminators, culminating in Yuki’s impressive sexual and physical domination of Kensi, and now they were looking forward to the match up of the two glamourous professional wrestlers. Already, Brittany was waiting in the ring for Lisa, leaning casually against the corner turnbuckle pads as she looked out at the crowd. Brittany looked hot, I had to admit it; her athletic, toned body barely hidden by her chosen outfit of skimpy leopard print booty shorts, red and black bra top trimmed in leopard print and a pair of black, knee-high wrestling boots worn over a pair of shimmering nude coloured tights. Brittany may have looked good, but she certainly wasn’t alone in that as Lisa strutted down the aisle to the ring. Perhaps looking a little more confident than she truly felt at this stage, Lisa wore a pair of red sequinned hotpants teamed with a matching halter top, both trimmed in black and white camouflage, and both items skin tight to accentuate her curvy body. She wore them along with shimmering tights beneath nude fishnets and a pair of calf length black wrestling boots. As Lisa slipped between the ropes, the ring announcer immediately set about making introductions, not wanting to keep the crowd waiting too long for the action.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a pro wrestlers challenge catfight and it is set for one submission or one knockout with no time limit. All holds and moves are legal except for punching with a closed fist. Stripping to topless is allowed. Our two competitors this evening; first on my right, from Atlanta, USA, Brittany O’Shea. Brittany stands 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighs 131lbs and measures 34C-25-35. She is 28 years old and her catfighting record is 2 fights with 1 win and 1 defeat.’ As the crowd applauded, the American brunette stepped forward confidently, flicking her long, lightly curled hair sexily as she waved to the crowd. ‘And her opponent’ the announcer went on almost immediately ‘on my left, from Liverpool, England is Lisa King. Lisa stands 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighs 135lbs and measures 32E-25-35. She is making her catfight debut this evening.’ Now Lisa stepped forward, acknowledging the more enthusiastic cheers of the crowd a little bashfully. She was evidently the crowd favourite as the ‘home’ fighter as the referee called both women to the centre of the ring for final instructions, the two pro wrestling beauties stood face to face, eyeballing each other. Both searched the others eyes for a weakness while the referee talked into the space between them. Lisa stood, hands on hips, staring down Brittany who moved ever closer until they stood, breasts touching each other, listening to the referee’s final words. ‘Are you both ready to fight?’ she asked the two women whose answer was emphatic, hands locked immediately in the others hair as they battled for top position. Brittany forced Lisa, screeching in pain, back to the ropes and looked to have won the first tussle. Lisa switched her cleverly at the last moment though and it was the American who found her back to the ropes. Lisa broke from the hair hold, stunning Brittany with a stinging flat handed slap across the breasts before she backed up to the centre of the ring, waving Brittany in.

The American brunette rubbed at her breasts momentarily before complying with Lisa’s wishes and the two women again attacked the others long, flowing hair as they looked to gain the upper hand. Again, it looked like Brittany had the better of it, and this time, she was wise to Lisa’s attempt to switch her into the ropes, stopping her with a short knee to the belly. As Lisa sagged back against the ropes, this time she found her own breasts warmed by a stinging slap from the American. Mimicking Lisa’s early stance, now Brittany took position at centre ring, motioning Lisa to attack. ‘Bitch!’ Lisa snarled at the confident American before rejoining the battle and this time Brittany quickly used the hair to pull her English opponent into a side headlock, working the hold in tight as she pressed Lisa’s face into the side of her breasts. She may have looked to partly smother Lisa but the blonde was quick to respond, working her way free of the hold into a back hammer before she pushed her foot into the back of Brittany’s knee. That forced the American down to one knee where Lisa took a side headlock of her own, now using her impressive breasts to partly smother Brittany. ‘How do you like that princess?’ Lisa asked, mocking Brittany who struggled against her tightly applied headlock, groaning slightly as Lisa tightened her grip.

Brittany slowly looked to battle back to her feet now only for Lisa to control the action, forcing the younger brunette back to her knees with the foot pressed into the back of her knee once more. Now Lisa looked to step it up, using a firm handful of hair to pull Brittany back to her feet where she found herself effortlessly lifted and body slammed by the Liverpudlian fighter who surveyed her handiwork with a satisfied look on her face. The early part of the match had gone in Lisa’s favour, and it has been all wrestling albeit with a bit of hair pulling thrown in. As she looked to attack again though, Lisa’s eyes went wide in shock and pain as Brittany struck with a cruel low blow, and Lisa dropped the mat clutching her womanhood and moaning in pain. If that was Lisa’s first taste of a real catty move in the match, Brittany was quick to introduce her to another one, grabbing a double handful of hair and getting Lisa, who cried out in protest, part way to her feet before dropping her on her backside on the mat. A kick followed across the breasts, Lisa blocking the worst of it, but still finding herself knocked on her back down on the mats.

Brittany played to the crowd a little now, backing into the ropes before leaving her feet to deliver a flying leg drop. She was too late though, the Scouse blonde just rolling out of the way in time, allowing her brunette opponent to crash hard to the mat on her backside. Not bothering to regain her feet, Lisa simply lunged for Brittany, both women wrapping their hands instinctively in each other’s hair again as they rolled across the mat, bodies entwined in a sexy catball as they fought for top position. First Lisa, then Brittany briefly got their time on top, stopping the momentum of the catball for a few seconds before the inevitable happened. Then Lisa struck, a knee up into the pussy of her shocked brunette foe, and then a double handful of hair helped her bang the back of Brittany’s head off the mats. The American was stunned and immediately in trouble as Lisa wrapped her up tightly in a side headlock right there on the mat, positioning her body so that her breasts rode in Brittany’s face. The brunette showed some catfight experience, turning her face to the side to avoid the worst of the smother, but the groan of pain from her as Lisa cranked on the headlock suggested it was tightly applied. Looking to press home her advantage further though, Lisa quickly switched position, mounting her opponent to secure a grapevine, and then with her arms wrapped tightly around Brittany’s head, Lisa plunged her 32E breasts into the American woman’s face, looking to smother her.

It was a clever move from Lisa; she kept the match down on the mat, looking to utilise her greater mat wrestling experience while tiring Brittany with the tightly applied smother. Had it been later in the match, it may well have spelled serious trouble for the brunette, but at this stage she had the freshness and energy to power out of the hold, nails sunk into Lisa’s butt, drawing a shriek of protest before she was able to power out of the grapevine and deliver a well timed bridge to send Lisa sprawling off her. At the moment, the match had remained relatively well in the realms of wrestling; I sensed that Brittany perhaps had other plans though now as she got to her feet, rushing Lisa and forcing her back to the corner. Draping Lisa’s arms across the top ropes, she delivered a fast punch to Lisa’s stomach. The closed fist was illegal in this match, but unseen by the referee, there was little Lisa could do other than take the punishment as she sagged in the corner, only the top rope holding her upright. Brittany took advantage once more, both hands sinking into Lisa’s breasts returning the blonde loudly to her senses as she cried out in pain. ‘Oooowwww! get off me you bitch!’

‘Shut it blondie’ Brittany fired back ‘or use that big mouth to submit bitch!’

Lisa refused though, and following a bit more tit torture, Brittany released Lisa from her double boob claw, chopping the flat of her hand across the breasts now and sending her reeling across the ropes. Brittany followed her quickly, pressing her throat across the top ropes as Lisa protested loudly again ‘please no! Don’t! Get off me you bitch!’ followed by a loud shriek of pain as she felt the American’s nails rake across the exposed skin of her back. She dropped to her knees now and Brittany was quickly in her hair, noting with glee that it was long enough to choke Lisa with, and she wrapped it around Lisa’s throat, putting her in a world of trouble. As we’d found out during her first training session with Emma and Debbie, when things weren’t going her way, the beautiful blonde was particularly vocal. Right now, the crowd were finding that out too as she hollered out ‘Oooowwww! Choking me bitch! Get off me hair!’

‘Sure’ Brittany agreed before adding ‘if you submit bitch! as she tightened the hair choke on Lisa who looked to be increasingly in trouble. ‘Give it up bitch’ she reminded Lisa as she posted her knee firmly in the blonde’s back to further strengthen the hold. ‘No! No! Never!’ Lisa yelled out in response, her hands going to Brittany’s as she looked to force her way out of the hold, but Brittany was waiting on her, pushing her roughly in to the ropes and flooring her with a body tackle. Lisa crashed to the mat as Brittany kept the pace high, grabbing hair to bring Lisa back to her feet before sliding a hand between her legs to lift her and deliver an across the knee backbreaker. Lisa groaned with pain on the impact, a groan that intensified as Brittany stretched her across her knee, one hand pushing down on her chin and the other planted firmly in her crotch. Brittany was warming to the task now, and with Lisa at her mercy right now, she switched tactics to deliver a double handed blow to Lisa’s stomach before pushing the ailing blonde off her knee to the mat. Lisa rolled onto her front, reaching for her back as Brittany cut her off with an elbow drop to the lower back. That left Lisa in pain on the mat before Brittany went of work on the tie fastening of her halter top, quickly undoing them before she pulled the glittering red top from Lisa’s body to expose her 32E breasts to the crowd. Rolling Lisa on to her back now, Brittany stung her with a flat handed slap to the right breast that drew a squeal from Lisa as the sound of hand on breast filled the room.

‘Oooowwww, Oooowwww! Bitch!’ Lisa complained as Brittany forced her to her feet with a handful of hair and a firm grip of her right nipple. A stinging downward slap to the same right breast sent Lisa reeling into the ropes, clutching her breast as she looked to gather herself. Brittany was on her quickly, using a clubbing forearm smash to Lisa’s upper back to drop her to her knees, but quickly, Lisa struck back, lunging forward to plant a headbutt in Brittany’s stomach, sending the brunette to the mat a little winded. Cautiously, Lisa waited for Brittany to rise to her knees before she sunk her nails in to the American’s shoulders; it looked like a pro wrestling style nerve hold, but Lisa’s nails guaranteed that she brought plenty of pain to the American. Brittany tried to fight out of it, looking to force her way to her feet only for a short headbutt between the shoulder blades to drop her back to her knees allowing Lisa to continue to bear down on her. Lisa wasn’t about to ease up on the brunette either, now taking a double handful of hair to force her to her feet before dragging her towards the corner to smash her face into the padded turnbuckles, looking to daze her.

Brittany grabbed the top ropes with both hands for support, a move that did her no favours as Lisa delivered a crunching forearm to her lower back that sent her sprawling chest first back into the turnbuckles. Grabbing Brittany’s hair, Lisa was able to spin her around before planting her wrestling boot in the brunette’s stomach and falling back, she monkey flipped her to the mat. Brittany landed hard, and clearly a little winded she was defenceless as Lisa spread her legs and punished her with a knee drop to the crotch that drew a guttural cry of pain from the American. ‘Aww, what’s the matter princess, does it hurt?’ Lisa mocked as she dragged the brunette back to her feet before adding to the pain burning between her legs by waist locking her to deliver a pussy-pounding atomic drop.

‘How about that?’ Lisa asked Brittany who cried out in pain, clutching her womanhood as she rolled on the mat in pain. ‘Do you want to give up?’ Lisa asked, not even waiting for the brunette’s defiant reply as she grabbed her arm, straddling it and bending her fingers before leaning forward to sink her teeth into Brittany’s hand, drawing intensified screams of pain. ‘What’s the matter?’ Lisa asked ‘does it hurt?’ as she continued to keep up the attack, jumping into the air to slam her backside down into Brittany’s arm now. The brunette rolled across the mat, wringing her arm in pain as Lisa followed her, dropping down on top of her to straddle her back. A slap cuffed the brunette around the back of the head before Lisa looked to even the score on the clothing front, quickly finding the secret to removing Brittany’s top which she kept in her hand for now. Reaching for the hair, Lisa pulled Brittany to all fours now before she wrapped the brunette’s own top around her throat, using that to snap mare her three times to the mat in quick succession before throwing the top to a lucky member of the crowd. As the fan cherished the unexpected memento of the night, Lisa kept the pressure up on Brittany, pulling her to her feet and into a standing bearhug. Both wrestlers the same height, they stood breast to breast as Lisa wrapped her arms around Brittany’s back, her 32E breasts bearing down on Brittany’s 34C breasts. ‘Give it up princess!’ Lisa demanded of the brunette who responded by pushing her arms into Lisa’s face only to fall foul of a knee to the body from Lisa who smiled at her fallen foe as she lay at her feet.

Hands on hips, she leant down, asking Brittany ‘are you OK sweetheart?’ before cruelly putting the boots to her as she stomped her body with enthusiasm, pummelling Brittany down on the mat. Lisa bore the look of a confident woman now as she peeled the American brunette from the mats by her hair; instinctively, Brittany made to cover her breasts, self-conscious to find herself topless in front of the crowd. Lisa lifted her though, a hand between her thighs, into a body slam, planting her with authority in the centre of the ring. Now Lisa was well on top, and she strutted sexily around the ring, looking at the fans while she waited for Brittany to stir. The American fought her way wearily to her feet only to find Lisa waiting on her again and the blonde lifted Brittany once more, walking her round the ring, slowly, methodically picking a place near to the ropes to deliver her second body slam. Brittany cried out in pain as she hit the mat; Lisa was shrewd, planting Brittany close to the ring edge where the ring was at it’s hardest. A devastating impact for Brittany and Lisa taunted her some more leaning in close to tell her ‘come on princess, I’m not done with you just yet…’

Indeed, Lisa did have one more humiliation in store for the American, putting her across her knee and hitching her skimpy leopard booty shorts into something of a wedgie, With Brittany’s pert butt mostly exposed, Lisa took great delight in spanking her before pushing her back to the mat. ‘She’s done’ Lisa said in my general direction as it appeared ten minutes of action in the evening’s main event might be about to come to an end. With Brittany on her belly down on the mat, Lisa backed into the ropes before dropping an elbow across the brunette’s lower back down on the mat. That impact reignited the plan in Brittany’s lower back from the two body slams. Lisa moved into position now, looking to finish the match as she straddled Brittayn’s lower back. Grabbing the arms of the American brunette, Lisa draped them across her knees before using the hair to pull her, crying in pain, into the camel clutch; Lisa’s favourite finishing move. Immediately the brunette found herself in trouble from the punishing move; Lisa had more in store for her yet though. In a nod to the catfight style of the match, Lisa released the hair now reaching over Brittan’s shoulders to sink her nails into both of Brittany’s breasts. The American howled in pain trapped in the boob clutch and Lisa knew that she has her, telling her ‘give up princess or I’ll rip your tits off!’

‘No, Noooooo!’ Brittany moaned, but there was no escape. ‘Yes……. yes’ Lisa told her ‘give it up bitch!’ she continued to taunt the brunette.

In the end, a cruel twist of both of Brittany’s nipples, nails digging into them at the same time as Lisa torqued her back, and that drew the scream of pain from Britany that instantly turned into one of submission. Lisa climbed off her beaten foe now; this time waving to the crowd in victory with far more confidence that she had been able to muster at the start of the match. Then, gathering her top from the mat, she slipped between the ropes, leading the way back to the dressing room where Emma and Debbie were both waiting to celebrate her win with her.

‘That was amazing!’ she told them ‘I can’t believe I’ve never tried that before but I’m definitely going to give it another go. Maybe a bit more in private next time, but I’m sure I’d like to try again’ Lisa said.

‘Well’ Emma said ‘I’m sure Steve can help to set something up for you. And if you fancy it sometime, I’d be delighted to take you on in a friendly little tussle maybe?’

‘I might just do that’ Lisa said ‘but you’ll need to give me a bit of time to learn a bit more first I think’

‘Take as much time as you need’ Emma agreed ‘I’m not going anywhere, so I’ll be ready whenever you are Lisa.’