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Hair vs Mask

By Wolfboy

Claire gets her shot at the lightweight champion with an unusual stipulation in place

I had some more pressing matters to deal with before starting to formulate a plan for Emma to get back the Smythe title. If she was going to fight Staci, it might as well be for all the belts I figures. But first at hand was the title shot Claire had earned by battling through the lightweight eliminators, defeating Yuki Yammamoto in the final eliminator. Miss V, the fighting alter ego of German millionaire’s daughter Petra Von Falk had proven to be a tough, fighting champion for the lightweight division. Her appearance under a mask wasn’t popular with all, and Claire, in formally challenging her, had a plan to deal with that once and for all.

‘One fall, anything goes. Her mask versus my hair Steve, see if she’ll go for that’ Claire had boldly suggested.

‘Wait a minute’ I’d checked with her. ‘Are you seriously suggesting she cuts your hair off if she wins and you get to unmask her if you win?’ I asked Claire.

‘Exactly right’ Claire confirmed to me ‘she can shave me like a cue ball if she wins but I’m taking her mask there on the mats when I beat her. She’s determined to keep her identity a secret, and I’m going to play on that’ she told me.

‘Well, I’ll make the challenge Claire, can’t guarantee that she’ll accept, but I’ll ask the question.’ I agreed.

It turned out that Miss V was fully on board with the challenge though, as she replied to the challenge email ‘tell your bitch that she’s on. I’ll shave her head in front of everyone in the centre of the ring. And you can tell her only one item of clothing each, and I count my mask as an item of clothing!’

So, a nude, hair versus mask battle would settle the lightweight championship. Claire was confident the rules would give her an edge though; she was certain Miss V would be thrown off her game by the threat of being unmasked publicly. I was less sure of that, given the speed with which she had accepted the stipulations offered by her challenger. Showing a similarly minimalist approach to the one permitted item of clothing, Claire simply wore a white lace garter on her left thigh before slipping a knee length, white silk robe on to wear to the ring. As Claire was the challenger, we were first to head to the ring, Claire confidently walking through the crowd acknowledging their applause before she slipped into the ring. She leaned back against the ring ropes, looking cool and collected as befitted a former champion as she waited a few seconds for the champion, Miss V, to appear. Her flowing hair spilling out of her black and silver luchadora mask, the blonde champion strutted to the ring showing an equal level of confidence to Claire. She too wore a knee length silk robe, in black, with just the silver luchadora mask eyes picked out on the back of the robe. Unlike Claire’s robe which was tied at the waist, Miss V’s billowed loosely around her body, doing nothing to disguise her nudity from the crowd. In fact, by the time she reached the ring, she had ditched the robe completely, slipping through the ropes with her perfectly toned, lightly tanned body on show. Claire shrugged her shoulders and stripped her robe off too now to stand naked as well for the introductions.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a one submission, no time limit, no holds barred catfight for the Smythe Lightweight Championship’ the announcer began. ‘It is hair versus mask’ he confirmed, sending a murmur of anticipation around the room. ‘First of all, our challenger is a former Smythe Lightweight Champion, this is Claire Voss. Claire is 26 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, 127lbs and measures 34DD-24-35 with 14 wins and 4 defeats to her name. Her opponent is the current Smyth Lightweight Champion, Miss V! Miss V is 25 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs in at 139lbs. She measures 36D-25-38 and has a fight record of 18 wins and 3 losses.’

The announcer was finished at that, slipping from the ring as the referee issued her final instructions to both women. That done, she instructed ‘Fight!’, and immediately Miss V got things underway withing the no holds barred rules, going straight for a kick to the pussy that put Claire on her knees, groaning in pain with the bout just seconds old. A hard slap to the cheek stung the already damaged jet haired fighter who would have slumped to the mat had the masked champion not taken her in a choking front headlock. Using every inch of her 5-foot 7-inch frame to her best advantage, Miss V poured on the pressure, perhaps looking for the early submission that would settle the match. Claire groaned as she fell Miss V’s strong arms punishing her now, her hands going to the blonde’s hips, perhaps looking to start some sort of fight back. That was cut short though almost immediately as Miss V dropped back to the mat, maintaining the front headlock throughout to deliver a DDT. Claire was stunned as Miss V retained the constricting headlock while she now snapped her thighs tightly around Claire’s body, scissoring her and showing her power off.

Claire let out a low moaning sound as she felt the power in Miss V’s legs and she immediately started to try and force some sort of break, slapping hard at the thighs that were punishing her. That proved ineffective, Miss V flexing her thigs once more as they continued to saw into Claire’s body. The crowd stirred, already sensing that it was possibly Claire might be forced into an early concession and an embarrassing defeat. Indeed, as Miss V tightened her grip with the choke once more, the situation was starting to look increasingly desperate for Claire who was forced to cry out in pain again while she sagged against Miss V’s hard, naked, body. That gave Claire a target at least, one she attacked with abandon, getting sharp nails into Miss V’s right breast in a furious mauling attack. Desperate as she was to escape, Claire tore into Miss V’s sensitive breast, drawing some cries of protest from the blonde champion as she finally managed to force her way clear of the headlock when the blonde looked to defend her breasts instead. Again though, Claire cried out loudly as Miss V snapped her thighs tightly around her body once more. Pained by that, Claire went back to hammering at Miss V’s thighs and the blonde took the chance to punch her straight in the mouth, knocking her to the mat on her back.

More trouble for Claire now as she found Miss V springing on to the attack once again, keeping the pressure up as she landed on Claire’s breasts, looking to straddle her and perhaps move quickly to a face sit. Claire defended again, taking the impact as she crossed her arms to try and defend herself against the face sit. It was only a minor frustration for the masked Miss V though who simply started to warm Claire’s face up with a flurry of stinging slaps, content to hammer away until Claire might be forced to defend herself. Claire resisted the instinct to do that, knowing that Miss V would simply then push her hands to the mat above her head, complete the face sit, and have a chance to grind out a victory. Plan or not though, there are only so many undefended slaps to the face that a girl can take as well before that had an effect and caught between a rock and a hard place, Claire blinked first, moving her arms to a defensive position. Miss V couldn’t believe her luck as she quickly pushed Claire’s arms past her head and shifted forward to apply a humiliating naked face sit. That luck only held for a split second for the masked champion though as Claire swung her legs up, getting them around Miss V’s shoulders and using her leg strength, so was able to force Miss V off her to the mat backwards.

That may have been a first break in the punishment for Claire, but it was short lived as Miss V got quickly to her feet and caught a still rising Claire with a running knee to the body. Miss V slipped to the mat as she delivered the blow, but Claire took the worst of it, sprawling towards the ropes from the impact. Miss V was to her feet again almost immediately, grabbing the top tope and using it to generate a swinging motion as she slid into Claire feet first, sending her beneath the bottom rope and off the apron to the thin mats at ringside. Miss V didn’t stand on ceremony either, following Claire straight out of the ring, and as the jet haired former lightweight champion rolled in pain down on the mats, Miss V was back in her hair, looking to make short work of this title defence. With Claire forced back to her feet, Miss V looked to lift her straight into a body slam on the thinner mats outside the ring. Now, belatedly, Miss V encountered her first signs of resistance as Claire blocked the body slam attempt before she flashed her fingers across the champion’s eyes. In truth, the mask probably protected Miss V from the worst of the eye rake, but it provided a bit of a distraction, one that Claire capitalised on with a straight right hand to the face, sending Miss V sprawling towards the front row of the crowd.

Claire wasn’t about to let her regain her senses if she could help it, catching up with the blonde before she had chance to find her way to her feet. Improvising a little, a handful of blonde hair and a hammerlock saw Claire lift Miss V and spin her back towards the ring. It seemed like Claire might throw Miss V back beneath the bottom rope, but instead, she spun Miss V 180 degrees and hurled her against the legs of the front row of the crowd. It was a surprise impact for Miss V who groaned as she came to a rest against the legs of a few audience members. Claire offered a quick ‘sorry guys’ to the surprised ring-siders, who in truth had probably enjoyed their close up of the action. Then she looked to bring Miss V back to her feet, this time with fingers hooked beneath the lower part of the blonde’s mask. Miss V fired back a right hand to the body, thinking that might put paid to Claire’s attack, but the jet haired fighter stopped her quickly, catching the still kneeling blonde with an elbow to the top of the head. Then Claire was back for a handful of mask and hair, using the grasp to lead Miss V back towards the ring, pausing to slam her face into the apron before rolling her back into the ring.

A little dazed, the champion nevertheless looked to fight back, pulling Claire down on top of her as the challenger looked to capitalise on the situation. It was an untidy tangle on the mats that quickly turned into a catball, both women rolling across the mat as they looked for control. Neither was really able to do so though, Claire failing in an attempt to grapevine Miss V as the champion defended wisely, legs in the air before she was able to roll Claire once more with a buck of her hips. Miss V went straight to the hair, hoping to bang the back of Claire’s head on the mat. Now it was Claire who defended, attempting another slashing eye rake which Miss V flinched away from, Claire using the distraction to push the blonde away and both women had the space to get back to their feet.

From an upright position, the action favoured the taller Miss V and her longer reach, and she quickly stung Claire as the shorter challenger looked to close in on her. Two slaps cracked off the jet haired fighter’s cheek, forcing her into something of a rethink as Miss V continued to stalk her around the ring. Miss V needed no change of tactic at this point, now rocking Claire’s head back with a stinging left jab to the face. She looked to follow up with a real haymaker now, perhaps thinking that she could really scramble Claire’s senses if it landed. That was probably true, but Claire ducked that attempt, closing the distance quickly then to drive a knee into Miss V’s belly as she rushed her back to the ropes. There, Claire rocked the blonde with an uppercut to the tits, and then she grabbed a rough head lock, using the hold to roll Miss V over her hip, sending the champion crashing to the canvas.

Claire didn’t keep Miss V down for long though, and it was becoming increasingly clear that she saw Miss V’s mask as an extra handhold to help control the masked champion, hooking her fingers inside it as she forced her to her feet. That grip allowed her to lead Miss V to the corner with relative ease before treating her to a face full of turnbuckle, and as two nasty looking kidney punches followed up, it seemed Claire was the naked catfighter in the ascendancy. Turning Miss V so that she had her back to the buckles now, Claire slashed a nail rake / chop across the breasts, leaving Miss V grabbing for her chest as she let out a groan of pain. Claire grabbed her arms quickly, pulling then away from the masked woman’s breasts to drape them across the top ropes, and Miss V steeled herself expecting some more abuse of her 36D breasts. Claire surprised her though, going low to the body instead with a right hand, dropping Miss V briefly to her haunches there in the corner, one hand gripping the top rope. A dangerous position to be in, and one that Claire was fast to take some advantage of, wrapping the champion up in a front headlock before sending a series of hard kicks into her legs, literally kicking them out from beneath the champion. Dropped to her arse in the corner, Miss V was in bother, back pressed into the turnbuckles as Claire took up a seated position on her lap, wrapping her legs around the taller blonde in a body scissors to add to the front headlock.

If there was one thing Claire could always rely on in a fight, it was her powerful legs which were always able to trouble an opponent and Miss V found herself to be no exception as Claire drew a loud cry of pain from her almost immediately. She was a resilient, fighting champion though, and despite her predicament in the scissor hold and headlock, she found a target in Claire’s ribs which she could hammer away at with unerring accuracy, her knuckles testing Claire’s body. There was no option for Claire other than to turn Miss V loose, but she did so, rolling away from her as she planted a foot deep in her belly to keep her under control. Back in to the mask, Miss V protested as Claire got her fingers into the mouth of the mask now, ripping it slightly as she tried to force the champion to her feet. ‘Get off my mask cunt!’ Miss V shrieked as Claire hammered her across the back of the neck with an elbow to drop her back to her knees.

‘Fuck off slut!’ Claire shot back, ‘you’ll be losing it soon enough’ she stated cockily before letting out a surprised groan as Miss V slammed a punch straight into her crotch. From the kneeling position, Miss V went in with the uppercut to the underside of the breasts now as the momentum swung again in the fight. She set Claire’s breasts swinging with that move before grabbing her ankles to tip her up and send her to the mat. Miss V lunged for Claire and it was time for a catball as both women rolled across the mats in a sexy tangle of hair, legs and nails, each trying to trap the other flat on their back on the mat. Claire thought that she had done so, finishing one roll on top and reaching for the hair to bang Miss V’s head on the canvas to subdue her again. She was surprised when Miss V, using her long limbs, was belatedly able to restart the rolling motion before Miss V stopped things with Claire very firmly pinned beneath her.

A knee to the pussy followed quickly from Miss V, the crotch shot going a long way towards taking the fight out of Claire it seemed, and pressing her body very firmly into Claire’s, the long-legged German spread her with ease in a grapevine. Claire let out a whimper of pain as Miss V bore down on her hard, making it tough for her to catch her breath before reaching for Claire’s long, silky, jet black hair. ‘All this pretty hair, soon to be cut off bitch!’ she taunted before she banged the back of Claire’s head off the mat. Then a forearm to the chin followed before that same forearm was run roughly across Claire’s throat in a punishing choke, a look of malevolence in Miss V’s eyes as she bore down on Claire. ‘Submit you little bitch?’ she asked Claire who despite another groan of pain had a look set in her eyes that said ‘fuck you bitch!’

Miss V recognised that determined look too, and she set about trying to further soften Claire up now as the two naked fighters duelled pussy to pussy on the canvas. Miss V slapped Claire in the face hard, then sunk her talons into both of her breasts drawing a shriek of pain from Claire, but in turn the attack had done her a favour in at least removing the choke with the forearm. The pain from Miss V’s sharp nails was pretty evident while the masked woman used her long legs to ensure that Claire stayed well spread in the grapevine. She had left her head undefended though, and once again Claire got her fingers inside the mouth part of the mask, using it to pull Miss V in tight to her as the mask ripped a little bit more, and then it was the German woman shrieking in pain as Claire sunk her teeth hungrily in to her right breast, and the debilitating attacks of the champion quickly unravelled beneath Claire’s molar mauling.

‘Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!’ Miss V cried out as she reverted to her native tongue to spit furious insults at Claire now ‘du verdammte wilde schlampe!!’ she howled at the jet haired challenger who, despite still being trapped beneath Miss V, was currently torturing her. Miss V tried to pull away from Claire only to find the challenger to her crown has quite the grip on her and was refusing to let up. There was only one option left to Miss V at this point; she needed to attack rather than trying to escape, and the rangy masked woman realised it, seizing the chance to strike with two hard slaps to Claire’s face before breaking the biting attack with two hard right hands to Claire’s body, forcing her to gulp in air and forego her biting attack. Now Miss V sunk back down, quickly retaking control with the grapevine attack to spread Claire painfully before dipping her head in to repay Claire with a breast biting attack of her own. It was Claire shrieking in agony now, but she responded quickly, the no holds barred nature of her more recent tussles in private serving her well perhaps as she clubbed hard slaps into the back of Miss V’s head. With each blow, Claire started to grab and rip at hair or mask, whatever fell into her grasp as this intense struggle continued at brutal close quarters on the mats.

It may not have been a long match to this point, but the pained noises of both women suggested it was plenty physical enough as Claire hammered another slap into the back of Miss V’s head. This time there was a distinct ripping noise as Claire very firmly grabbed the mask and used it to painfully remove Miss V’s teeth from her breasts, a millimetre at a time. With the masked woman still holding the grapevine, Claire simply got her right hand on to her throat in a choke hold, and again there was a war attrition, Miss V threatening to split Claire with the grapevine while Claire might choke her out from beneath if she didn’t counter. An added problem for Miss V was that if she removed her hands from the mat now, it meant all of her weight would be resting on Claire’s right hand, which was already proving effective enough at choking her on her own. Miss V kept her hands planted firmly on the mat for now. prolonging the time she could hold out for in the choke as she gave herself time to consider her options. She redoubled her efforts with the grapevine too, her long legs drawing a loud shriek of pain from Claire, but Claire still held firm on the choke before Miss V spotted her prime opportunity. Instead of supporting herself with hands on the canvas, she quickly shifted to a double breast claw, using that to support her weight!

Claire let out another cry of pain as she felt Miss V’s fingers close over her breasts starting to maul her, but it seemed that she had anticipated the move, cracking two left-handed slaps off the masked woman’s face. That wasn’t completely effective, but the follow up straight left hand to the mouth was, knocking Miss V off her as the masked champion rolled off Claire to the mat. She looked more than a little dazed if the truth was told, and in a one submission match, Claire knew it was an opening that she needed to capitalise on.

She didn’t even bother getting to her feet, simply lunging across the mat for Miss V to close her right hand around her throat once more in a simple choke hold that instantly had the champion’s feet drumming at the mat in pain and concern. With her left hand, Claire again started to pull and tear at the mask; physically it was of course the lesser threat to Miss V. Psychologically though, it seemed to having the far greater effect on her as Claire ripped at the mouth section once more, and it was that which Miss V looked to defend against. That allowed Claire to keep the pressure up on the choke hold and the look in Claire’s eyes suggested to me that she fancied her chances now. Releasing her grip of the mask for a moment, Claire used a handful of blonde hair to bang Miss V’s head off the canvas to stun her before she went back to the choke, leaning her full weight into it while she hooked her fingers into the left eye hole of the mask, now starting to pull at that, quickly managing to start a rip there too.

‘Nein!’ the German woman moaned as Claire continued her twin pronged assault, and there was no doubt that the choke was starting to take a toll on Miss V. Not one to miss a trick though, Claire switched tactics, surprising Miss V with a hard punch to the belly and a nasty nail rake across her breasts before she took a double handed grip of her mask and rolled her to her belly as she closed her thighs tightly around Miss V’s head in a crushing scissor hold. That was obviously effective, Miss V clawing at the mat as Claire brought her greatest strength to bear on her in the scissor hold. She still had one hand gripping the top of that mask hard as well, threatening to rip it a fraction at a time from the champion’s head. She also managed to grab a foot now, pulling it towards Miss V’s own ass as she folded her leg. It was with the champion folded, twisted up like a pretzel, that Claire really turned on the pressure with her scissor hold. Miss V instantly groaned in pain, and then Claire pulled hard on the top of the mask, actually succeeding in pulling it about a centimetre up Miss V’s face.  ‘No!’ Miss V cried out ‘not my mask!’ she protested. Claire simply laughed before reminding her ‘you’re losing it when you give up you stupid cow!’

‘Nein!’ Miss V clamed before she screamed out as Claire really turned up the crushing power in her thighs while she sunk her nails into Miss V’s ankle, just because she could. The masked champion was in big trouble now, and she soon wouldn’t be masked if Claire had her way, pulling hard on the mask once again. Given the predicament, I thought Miss V would be hard to submit if she was so determined to keep her identity a secret. Nevertheless, I also knew Claire had real power in those thick thighs of hers and as she ratcheted up the pressure once more on Miss V with them, the champion started to groan loudly in pain. Claire sensed that she was almost at the point of breaking, and it might just take one more thing to do it. As she released the foot and reached between Miss V’s legs for the pussy maul now, the screams that filled the room suggested that she had found it. Miss V was desperately trying to hold off the waves of agony now, and she simply couldn’t do it for long.

‘Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Aiiiiieeee! Nein!!’ she cried out, quickly followed by ‘I submit, I submit!’ to end the match decisively in Claire’s favour.

Claire had taken the gamble of putting her long hair on the line, knowing that the mask was as important, if not more so, to Miss V, and it had paid off to give her a second lightweight title reign. She also had the delight of taking Miss V’s mask now, revealing her to be Petra to those not already in the know. Throwing the mask, and her own garter into the crowd, Claire paraded her new title belt around the ring as she soaked in the acclaim of the crowd. In the background though, Miss V left the ring, head held high as she evidently elected to own the situation rather than shrink away from it, and the look on her face told me that she would likely be back in the Smythe title picture sooner than later, masked or not!