Here's my championship fight against Joan from a few years ago, with a hot aftermath posted at the end. Hope some here enjoy - comments are most welcome please!
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Kayla
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Female Fight Fiction Club
Championship Day at the Beach Catfight
Kayla (the challenger) vs. Joan (the champ)
By: classyredhead60
With assistance from Mr. Chain and excerpts from Joan and Kayla’s own postings to the group
With 2 championship matches already concluded, the next fight on the FFF Championship Day at the Beach event was the one many of the fans in attendance had been waiting to see. The FFF Catfighting Champion Joan would be putting her championship belt on the line in her first defense of that title. Her opponent would be the sexy and feisty Kayla. There was no love lost between these two as they had exchanged threatening, sexually charged bombs at each other leading up to the fight, generating rumors that had gathered quite a bit of momentum of a deal between the two whereby the loser would be forced to perform certain …. um …. unmentionable acts on the winner after the fight.
Being a catfight, the fans were escorted away from the ring that had been set up on the beach and instead directed to take up residence around a large, open patch of sand where the fight would take place. Being a catfight, there would be no rules, no ring, no ref; just two sexy warriors trying to tear each other apart! So as the fans continued gulping down their drinks, the announcer stepped into the opening and introduced the principles.
“Our next event is the FFF Catfight Championship Fight. So let’s get right to it. Introducing first, the challenger, who hails from South Africa. She is 23 years of age, stands 5’ 9” tall and weighs a sensual140 pounds with measurement of 36A – 25 – 33. Give it up for ….. KAYLA!”
There was a short pause before a group of 2 muscular men wearing nothing but thongs and 4 powerful looking women wearing the skimpiest of string bikinis, emerged with a lounge chair hoisted up on their shoulders. Seated in the lounge chair in her sexiest pose was none other than Kayla, waving and blowing kisses to the boisterous fans. The cheers grew louder as the parade approached the opening on the beach before finally they lowered the lounge and Kayla stepped off of it, her entourage standing obediently alongside the now vacant lounge.
Wearing a red thong with the words “Some women are born winners” scripted over the crotch area and a matching red bra, the brunette already had beads of sweat glistening on her svelte well conditioned form. She sashayed around to the fans, enjoying their cheers as the announcer continued, introducing the champ.
“And her opponent today is the current FFF Catfight Champion. She is 35 years of age, stands 5’ 5” tall and weighs a scrumptious 125 pounds. Hailing from the USA with measurements of 34C-28-36 and a panty size of 7, please welcome ….. JOAN!”
Without the pageantry or drama of her opponent, the buxom blonde champion Joan strolled forward wearing a black thong, bra and nylons to show her lovely attributes as the crowd expressed their adoration for her. As Joan arrived in the opening however, Kayla glared at her and started the war of words.
"I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU EAT SAND! YOU BLEACHED BLONDE BIMBO!"
"YOU ARE GONNA WISH YOU NEVER SHOWED UP! YOU SKINNY LITTLE BITCH!" answered Joan.
The blonde then arrogantly undid the championship belt from her waist and raised it overhead, inciting a loud ovation from her fans. Joan paraded around the sand with the belt over her head as Kayla stood by watching, growing more angry each second. Finally Joan walked back to the area directly across from Kayla, still flaunting her title belt just as the bell rang.
Not wasting a second, Kayla dashed across the ring and immediately grabbed for the belt. Joan held on tightly as the two began to struggle, each clutching a part of the metal and gold belt in their hands. But as their arms lifted overhead during the struggle, Kayla abruptly rammed her knee forward, driving it into Joan’s gut. Doubling forward, Joan was forced to release the belt, allowing Kayla to snatch it from her. Kayla then lifted the belt over head before slamming the golden plaque in the center of it down onto the back of Joan’s bowed head. The champion fell face first to the sand as she clutched her head, Kayla stepping aside and handing the belt to Mr. Chain as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear
“Here, you go sweetheart. You hold this for now, but you’ll be giving it back to me later.”
Taking the belt, Mr. Chain glanced over the fallen Joan before turning to walk away. But Kayla pulled him closer, whispering yet again to him.
“Oh, and make sure you’re suite is ready after the fight, you’re going to have some company.”
Mr. Chain nodded knowingly and walked away, noticing that Joan was already getting back to her feet, the front of her body caked with sand. As Kayla turned, Joan, using her well-toned and strong dancer's legs, propelled herself forward, bending slightly at the waist and slamming her shoulder into Kayla’s flat belly, folding her in half while the air escaped her lungs. Kayla ended up being draped over Joan’s shoulder as the champ straightened up quickly, tossing Kayla over her shoulder and then slamming her body to the sand, flat on her back.
Joan turned and stood over her fallen foe, still spitting sand out of her mouth. But she continued moving closer, stepping between Kayla’s legs while her own feet straddled her victim’s sprawled out body before dropping her ample ass down onto Kayla’s flat abdomen, using all of her weight to trap Kayla beneath her. Joan then slid her legs forward, trapping Kayla’s lithe arms beneath her succulent thighs before reaching forward and ripping Kayla’s top off. Kayla’s perky breasts were now exposed and vulnerable and Joan took advantage, sinking my razor like nails into Kayla’s creamy mounds of flesh.
The trapped, brown haired beauty screamed in agony as ten small scratches were carved into her tender tits. The crowd exploded, cheering Joan’s dominance as the topless Kayla flailed below her. The viciousness the crowd had expected from this fight was coming to fruition as Joan finally withdrew her claws from Kayla’s breasts and pushed herself back onto her feet, Kayla rolling onto her side and covering her bare chest with her arms.
The crowd roared as Joan stood, her body covered in sand as small streams of perspiration dripped down her body, exposing several trails of bare skin. She tried to brush some of the sand off of her but was unsuccessful, so instead she walked down to Kayla’s feet, leaned forward and grabbed hold of Kayla’s left ankle, pulling her leg up into the air. The blonde champion then began to drag Kayla through the sand, pulling on her leg as she lugged her bare-breasted opponent down toward the ocean.
The crowd parted to let them through, Kayla still covering her chest with her arms as she was hauled toward the water. Reaching the shoreline, Joan dropped Kayla’s legs just as a wave rolled in, pushing Kayla’s prone body as she rolled from the current. Joan splashed herself with the water, cleaning the sand off of her as provocatively as she could, all for the enjoyment of the crowd that had now gathered on the shore. They cheered the erotic display as Joan enjoyed the moment, rubbing the cold water on her wet body.
Kayla meanwhile lay on the shore, coughing up sand as she pulled a piece of seaweed off of her leg. The scratches on her breast were burning from the salt water, but the sharp pain combined with the jolt of the cool water on her overheated body helped to revive her enough so that she was able to get back onto her feet.
She began to move toward Joan who prepared for the confrontation, but as the two drew near, Kayla snapped a quick and powerful Karate kick that landed on the side of Joan’s jaw. Joan stumbled backward, the water now up to her thighs though she was able to stay on her feet as Kayla quickly moved in to further the attack. With Joan still a bit groggy, Kayla grabbed her by the hair with her left hand while cocking her right hand back and slamming a vicious uppercut into Joan’s soft, lower belly.
“BWAWH!” howled the champ as she doubled over, Kayla again grabbing her by her blonde hair with both hands before dunking her head into the ocean.
Joan flailed her arms violently at her sides as she tried desperately to hold her breath. Kayla refused to give in however, holding Joan’s head beneath the waves for about half a minute. When she finally ripped the blonde’s head from the surf, a spray of water shot up with it as Joan coughed and gasped for air. Still clutching Joan’s blonde locks, Kayla straightened her up and again slammed a stiff right punch to her gut, doubling Joan over once more.
The champ’s face was just inches from the water as she faltered forward, clutching her aching tummy. Kayla then dunked her once again, pushing down on the back of the blonde’s head to submerge her in the water. Barely able to catch her breath from the punches to her belly and the last dunk, Joan was in bog trouble. With her submerged face bright red and her cheeks puffed out like a blowfish, she grew desperate. She began to hysterically grab anything in sight with her hands, finally clutching onto the taut, extended muscle on Kayla’s inner thigh before squeezing with all of her might. Kayla began to howl, the fans not sure why since they could not since Joan’s underwater grasp of Kayla’s muscle.
Finally Kayla was forced to release Joan’s head, allowing her to lurch upward and frantically gasp for air. Kayla meanwhile reached down to her leg, four gashes cut into it by Joan’s sharp nails. The champ continued to gasp for air until finally she trudged through the water and grabbed hold of Kayla’s bowed head. Snatching a handful of her hair, Joan began to rip away at it, jostling her opponent through the waves by the hair until finally shoving her backward. Kayla fell down into the surf but was able to keep her head above the waterline as she waved her arms before getting her feet beneath her.
The two women stared at each other as they each moved toward the shoreline and out of the water, several feet separating them. As they reached dry land however, each of their bodies glistening under the sun as the water dripped off of them, they suddenly charged each other.
There was a loud SMACK! as they collided, the larger Joan, seeming to get the better of the exchange as Kayla was forced back from the impact. But Kayla then reached up with her left hand and grabbed a handful of Joan's blonde locks while pushing her right hand up and under the blonde’s bra, squeezing Joan's ample breast as she pulled her off balance and down into the sand. Kayla then jumped on the blonde, pursuing her advantage as Joan raised her knees, throwing Kayla off to the side. Kayla rolled away but was quickly to her feet, Joan also coming to her feet as both women now circled each other before meeting again, wrapping their fingers in each others hair, tugging their heads from side to side. Kayla again raised a vicious knee between the blonde’s legs, delivering a paralyzing blow to the champion.
"UHHHHH!” cried Joan, her breasts heaving freely from beneath her wet bra.
Kayla then pulled Joan's head down to her uplifted knee, slamming it to daze the blonde beauty while at the same time straightening her upright. Kayla then released Joan's hair, reaching forward and ripping the black bra off of the battered champ before tossing it to a lucky fan. Joan’s ample, milk-white bosom spilled forward as Kayla then lunged for them, taking the blonde's breasts in her hands while digging her nails in viciously.
"AIEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed the blonde in agony as Kayla smirked, gratified to have returned the same move Joan had used against her earlier.
“That’s funny. I didn’t think squeezing your fake tits would hurt!” Kayla whispered caustically to her suffering foe.
The crowd was in awe as Joan went to her knees before Kayla finally released her breasts, wrapped her fingers in Joan's hair and with a mighty yank, pulled her face down into the sand. Jumping on the champion's back, Kayla proceeded to push Joan's face into the sand, mashing it forward for several seconds before pulling her head back up by the hair.
"HOW'S IT TASTE, BITCH!" she yelled before pushing Joan’s face back down into the sand.
Joan's arms were waving frantically, her legs kicking as Kayla would pull her head up and then grind her face back into the sand repeatedly.
"HAD ENOUGH YET!?" Kayla asked as she ripped Joan up by the hair once more.
Joan could only cough and try to spit the sand out of her mouth however, not answering the question.
"GUESS NOT!", Kayla announced before grinding the champ's face into the sand again.
Pulling Joan's face up again, the champ finally sputtered, "n…e….v…e…r!"
Annoyed at the champ’s defiance, Kayla pushed herself up off of her back and got to her feet while Joan lifted herself onto her elbows. But Kayla then grabbed hold of Joan’s legs, rolling her onto her back before hoisting her shapely, stocking covered limbs into the air. She then spread them apart as a look of fear crossed Joan’s pretty, sand encrusted face.
Kayla slowly lifted her foot and kept it hovering perilously over Joan’s womanhood as the crowd exploded, cheering in anticipation. Finally however Kayla stomped her bare foot forward driving it into Joan’s crotch before twisting and grinding it to increase the agony. Joan flailed on her back, groaning and begging for mercy as her breasts flopped from side to side.
“PLEASE …. STOP!” Joan cried, though Kayla showed no signs of relenting.
Finally though, Kayla gave Joan another opportunity to quit, removing her foot from Joan’s loins before asking her if she gave up. There was a short pause and the crowd grew quiet as all that could be heard was the sound of seagulls overhead, the waves gently lapping up against the shore, and Joan whimpering from the pain. But the battered champ did not respond to the question, prompting Kayla to again mash her foot forward, torturing the gorgeous blonde once again.
The attack kept up for almost a minute before finally Kayla removed her foot from Joan’s groin, dropped her legs to the sand and thrust her arms overhead. Joan meanwhile rolled onto her side, clamping her legs together as she curled into the fetal position.
Kayla made her way through the crowd slapping hands with the fans as Joan lay suffering just inches away from where the waves were rolling onto the shore. After finishing her celebration with the crowd, Kayla finally turned her attention back to the fallen champion, grabbing her by the hair and ripping her onto her feet. Joan looked like a battered chicken cutlet, her body covered with sand as Kayla yanked her close so that the two were eye to eye.
“As much as I enjoy ravaging your flabby, old body, I’m going to give you one last chance to quit.” Kayla whispered menacingly to the blonde.
Joan stared back, her pretty expressive eyes showing the pain she was in as her chest hung down in front of her, covered in sand. Kayla on the other hand had little sand on her body, her pert chest protruding in front of her as the two stood toe to toe. But just as Joan was about to answer, Kayla interrupted her to deliver a final warning.
“Just one last thing Joanie … this is your last chance. Quit now or I’m gonna show no mercy!”
With sadness and pain still in her eyes, Joan stared back at Kayla, though suddenly her expression changed to one of rebellion.
“DROP DEAD!” Joan proclaimed before winding her right arm back and delivering a vicious slap to Kayla’s right cheek.
The slap jarred Kayla’s head to the side, but just as she turned back, she folded the fingers on her right hand into a fist and unleashed a brutal uppercut square into the bottom of Joan’s left breast. Joan howled in pain as her tit bounced wildly, the champ faltering several steps back as she grabbed her aching bosom.
Kayla quickly rushed her, but Joan averted the attack by reaching forward and sinking her nails into Kayla's bare bosom before she could strike. Kayla's head feel backward as she let out a scream, Joan following up with a brutal knee that landed directly between Kayla's legs, knocking her to the sand folding her body into a tight circle.
Joan hobbled backward, massaging her breast as she dropped to her knees still in obvious pain from the attack on her own womanhood. The crowd was stunned at the brutality, but was also delighting in it as Joan gradually pushed herself back onto her feet and slowly hobbled over to the still kneeling challenger. Joan's fans came alive, cheering her on as stood over Kayla before snatching two handfuls of her hair and pulling her head up. With Kayla upright though still on her knees, Joan delivered another open handed slap to Kayla's face, again jarring her head to the side.
Kayla raised her hand to her cheek but Joan was still ripping at her curly brown hair, jostling her head from side to side in the process. Finally Joan pulled straight up, lifting Kayla onto her feet. Kayla used her left hand to try and break Joan's grip on her hair, but was also clenching her right hand into a fist before firing another angry uppercut into the bottom of Joan's left tit.
Instantly Joan released her grip on Kayla's hair, allowing the challenger to move forward and slam another uppercut, this time into Joan's right boob. Finally, Kayla cocked her right arm and fired a brutal right cross, catching Joan square in the jaw, knocking her silly as she stumbled backward.
"I'm much more into punches than slaps Joanie. Want another?"
The question was rhetorical and Joan was in too much of a stupor to respond as she raised her hands to her aching jaw leaving Kayla an opening down below that she took advantage of by slamming a destructive right hook into Joan’s left side. Unable to keep herself upright, Joan fell to her knees, her body pitching to the left, the same side Kayla has just hit with her sledgehammer of a punch.
Though hurt herself, Kayla was energized now and snatched Joan up by the hair before hoisting the battered blonde onto her shoulders. Joan's body draped off of Kayla like a hunter carrying a freshly killed deer as the challenger then walked toward the ocean once again, wading in up to her waist before bending forward and dumping Joan off of her shoulders and into the ocean.
Floundering just to keep her head above water, Joan could do little to prevent Kayla from dunking her head underwater, just as she had done twice before. Joan tried to flail her arms and hold her breath, but after a few more seconds and Kayla ripped her face out of the ocean, Joan was gagging and coughing up water.
The vicious challenger gave her little time to catch her breath before plunging her head back down below the waterline, Joan frantic now as her body flailed. Using the same desperate tactic she had used earlier, Joan again reached for any of Kayla’s body parts, this time clawing Kayla’s crotch before digging her nails in.
Kayla let out a violent YELP, but rather than release her grip on Joan’s hair and allow her to rise out of the water, the sexy brown-haired beauty quickly wrapped her free arm around Joan’s throat and locked a choke hold on her. Joan’s body began to convulse as she took in water, quickly releasing her grip on Kayla’s groin. Finally Kayla lifted the head of the gagging Joan out of the water, still locking the chokehold on her.
The impeccable, pale skin on Joan’s face was a bright red now as she tried to catch her breath, Kayla easing her grip just enough to allow Joan an occasional breath of air. But the challenger then reached back with her other hand and grabbed the back of Joan’s thong, pulling up on it to lift her lower body out of the ocean until it was even with the waterline. Joan’s parallel body was hoisted up, her throat still trapped in the choke while her lower body was heaved up by Kayla’s grip on her skimpy undergarment. The black material plunged forcefully into Joan’s orifices as a result, adding another level of extreme discomfort to the already ailing blonde.
The challenger then began to trudge through the water and toward the beach, towing Joan alongside her with the two handed grip. Kayla looked like a warrior fisherwoman, carrying her freshly-caught great white shark to the shore, though in her current condition, the champ was more flounder than shark! Facing downward as she was lugged ashore, Joan’s impressive though red, swollen and bruised bosom hung down toward the beach as she was carried forward, putting up no resistance at all. Finally Kayla stumbled over to the lounge chair she had been carried to the fight on, struggling to carry all of Joan’s weight. Her entourage then stepped aside, allowing Kayla to dump Joan onto the lounge, the champ flopping forward limply until she lay face down on the chair, still gagging.
The crowd erupted as Kayla thrust her arms overhead, water dripping off of her firm, rippling body; her erect breasts and hardened nipples proudly on display. She then rolled Joan onto her back, the blonde champion’s body still limp though her eyes were open. She continued to gasp for air and cough up sea water as her arms fell off the sides of the lounge, Kayla standing below her.
Also topless, Joan’s white breasts, marred by a few welts and bruises, dropped toward either side of her body as she lay face up, barely able to move. Kayla stared up her, kicking Joan’s legs apart before berating the weather-beaten champ.
“You aren’t exactly dressed in beach attire, now are you Joanie. I mean come on …. NYLONS? Those chubby legs look like two sausages squeezed into those things. Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
With that Kayla yanked on the bottom of one of Joan’s stockings, ripping it off of her, before proceeding to so the same with the other. Left with only her black thong covering her most private part, and even that wedged tightly up into her crotch, Joan’s body was on full display for the cheering fans. Kayla reveled in that fact and took the opportunity to saunter sexily around her fallen foe, twirling the champ’s stockings overhead in the process.
Humiliated, Joan tried to push herself up, but could barely muster the strength to do so. Kayla noticed her attempts however, and decided to quickly put an end to it. Stepping alongside the lounge chair directly above Joan’s bare chest, Kayla lifted one leg up and over until she straddled Joan’s body. Staring down at the blonde she then lowered herself until she was seated on the blonde’s bosom, pressing her hands down onto the blonde’s arms to keep them trapped.
“It’s time to end your reign as champ Joanie ….. but I promise that it will be a tasty way to go!”
With that Kayla slid herself up Joan’s body before sitting down on her face, Joan’s nose wedged up into the words ““Some women are born winners” which adorned Kayla’s panties. Joan’s body fluttered and convulsed for a short while before finally falling limp once and for all. The champ had not only been defeated, but also humiliated by her sexy and vicious challenger as the bell rang to signal the end of the fight.
Kayla lifted herself up off of Joan’s whose pretty, expressive eyes were now shut. She stood there as Mr. Chain walked over and wrapped the FFF Catfight Champion belt around her waist. Kayla thrust her arms overhead, but as she did, turned and whispered into Mr. Chain’s ear.
“I told you that you would be giving me the belt after the fight. But the fun has only just begun. So we’ll see you up in your suite in just a few minutes sweetie!”
Kayla gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning her attention back to Joan once more. The champ was out cold, lying on her back, still on the chaise as her chest heaved up and down from her heavy breathing. Kayla then handed Joan’s stocking to two members of her entourage, instructing them to tie her to the chair. They obeyed, one strapping the nylon directly across the middle of Joan’s bare chest before tying a tight knot that left a valley right across the center of Joan’s tits with its’ tautness. The other tied Joan’s legs to the chair before all six then hoisted the chair up and carried off of the beach, Kayla leading the way, the championship belt wrapped proudly around her waist as the announcer stated the obvious.
“The WINNER and NEW CATFIGHT CHAMPION ….. KAYLA!”
The End
This story was written based on a poll conducted in the Female Fight Fiction Yahoo Group. Kayla outpolled Joan 67-25 to become the new FFF Catfighting Champion in resounding fashion!
