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, 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
its 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 Brittany’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.’