Have been overseas - but here's another story by Mr Chain describing my first title defense. My Championship win was described at:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,3930.0.html for those that might not have read it & are interested.
Hope you enjoy this story, which I don't think I've posted here before - please comment!
Will be reposting old as well as some new stories of my fighting character by other authors in due course.
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Kayla
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Female Fight Fiction Club
Championship Catfight in Monte Carlo, Monaco
Kayla (the champ) vs. Betty (the challenger)
By: Mr. Chain
On a gorgeous cliffside overlooking the Mediterranean Sea in Monte Carlo, Monaco, a large crowd gathered on a stone patio to witness a monumentous event in their country, an FFF Championship Catfight. To thank the women fighters who had attained either champion or # 1 contender status, the owner of the FFF, Mr. Chain, had flown the women to this resort town, all expenses, the week culminating in this championship fight. Having had the chance to enjoy and sun themselves, the two combatants looked tanned, toned and ready to rip into each other.
As was typical in all FFF catfights, there would be no rules, no ring, no ref; just two sexy warriors trying to tear each other apart, the winner leaving the loser either unconscious or demoralized and admitting defeat. So as the fans continued gulping down their drinks, the announcer stepped into an opening in the middle of the stone courtyard and introduced the principles.
“Introducing first, the challenger, who hails from the USA. She is 29 years of age, stands 5’ 9” tall and weighs a voluptuous 148 pounds on a 36EE – 26 – 38 frame. Please welcome back ….. BETTY!”
The gorgeous amazon emerged from the crowd, who cheered and parted to make way for her. After making her way forward she stood in the center of the opening wearing a wide brimmed white hat, dark sunglasses and a skimpy while bikini which nicely showcased her abundant assets. After having so easily beaten Barb in her last fight, Betty had won a good deal of fans back in the USA. But the crowd in Monaco were not aware of her past conquests and instead simply cheered the sight of her voluptuous body.
As Betty basked in the cheers, she removed her hat and sunglasses as the announcer welcomed her competition.
“And her opponent today is the current FFF Catfight champion. 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!”
In her typical dramatic style, Kayla was carried to the ring on the shoulders of two royal guards from the Palace. They gently set her down a few feet away from Betty as the crowd cheered loudly for the fit, svelte champion. Clad in a white bikini herself, Kayla smiled sweetly as she made her way around the circle of fans who encased the two women. Wearing her FFF Catfight Championship belt, she then returned to face Betty before slowly removing the belt from her waist, holding overhead for all, especially Betty, to see. Kayla was making her first defense of the title she had won by destroying Joan, the former champ, in a fight at the FFF Beach Club. She was anxious to prove to the world that she was a true champion, and Betty would be the first notch in her new championship belt.
After handing the belt to Mr. Chain for safekeeping, Kayla gave him a kiss and asked him to hold it for. “I’ll be right back to get it sweetie!” she said arrogantly.
The two women then began to circle each other and the fight was on. After a short strut around the outside of the circle of fans, Kayla dashed across with a primal scream and immediately grabbed for Betty’s most abundant feature, her large, protruding chest. Before Betty could react, Kayla ripped her nails down the two large mounds of flesh, leaving four long gash marks on Betty’s plentiful cleavage. The challenger screamed, but then quickly snatched two handfuls of Kayla’s long, brown hair and began to violently rip at each, manhandling the champ whose body flailed from side to side. Though the two women were the same height and Betty had a less than 10 pound weight advantage, the challenger seemed physically much bigger. But Kayla was in great shape, her abdomen flat and dimpled and her arms lithe and slightly muscled.
But none of that helped her as Betty roughly tossed her aside, Kayla falling to the hard, stone floor. She tried to roll onto her side but Betty jumped down onto her, pinning her on her back before reaching for the sexy champ’s arms and pinning them to the floor with her knees. Kayla began to kick her legs wildly as Betty, now in control, reached for Kayla’s top. But the champion planted her feet on the floor and with a powerful pelvic thrust, hoisted Betty forward causing the challenger to somersault over her head and land on her back.
Kayla then athletically tumbled overhead as well until she landed her shapely butt down onto Betty’s bobs, reversing the pin attempt. With Betty now flat on her back, Kayla reached for her bosom, again digging her nails into the mounds of skin to maul them. Betty howled before rolling onto her side, forcing Kayla to roll with her. The two rolled over several times, right between the fans who skipped out of the way as the two cats ripped at each other’s chest and hair while tumbling over each other.
They ended up on their sides, the two facing each other as Kayla kept her claws dug deeply into Betty’s chest, while Betty ripped at the champ’s hair. Finally Kayla was able to roll Betty onto her back once again, this time sending a series of hard, open handed slaps across her face.
SMACK ….. SMACK ….. SMACK
Betty’s head jerked from one side to the other which each slap as Kayla continued the barrage until finally relenting, leaving Betty’s face red and her cheeks swollen. The crowd was cheering as the two women continued their struggle on the ground, the crowd encircling them once again.
Just as Kayla dropped her hands to her side to survey the damage she had done to her foe however, Betty lurched upward, grabbing a handful of hair from the back of Kayla’s head with one hand before pulling it downward while firing her other fist upward, slamming it against the side of Kayla’s face.
The champ was startled by the blow, Allowing Betty to roll over, forcing Kayla to drop to her side, Betty moving quickly to place her knee over Kayla’s throat as she lay on her back. The champ began to gurgle and flail her body, her face instantly turning red as Betty compressed her windpipe with her knee. Kayla was desperate, running out of air as Betty continued to kneel on her throat. The panting challenger was content to simply suffocate Kayla, her breast and face still stinging from the earlier attack. But finally Kayla reached up and again dug the nails of her right hand into Betty’s left breast, mauling it in the process.
Screaming, Betty shifted her weight, allowing Kayla to somehow shove her away, Betty stumbling back onto her butt as Kayla crawled away, grasping her throat with one hand.
As Kayla tried to regain her breath; gagging and wheezing while still on all fours, Betty slowly got to her feet, her chest new marked with scratches, her face still red and slightly swollen. As Kayla continued her struggle to breathe, allowing Betty to storm over to her. She reached down and grabbed the back of Kayla’s white thong, gripping it tightly before yanking up on it. Kayla’s entire lower body was lifted off of the floor as Betty clutched onto the skimpy thong with both hands, hauling the champs’ lower body upward. She then punted her leg forward, driving the ball of her foot into Kayla’s lower belly with a brutal kick.
Kayla blubbered from the painful kick as Betty kept the champs legs aloft by continuing to yank up on her thong before firing another kick into her aching belly. With a loud, agonized scream, Kayla’s entire body trembled from the beating, Betty pulling Kayla’s thing down around her knees before finally dropping her grip and allowing the champ to fall face first onto the hard, stone floor.
The crowd cheered as Betty grabbed hold of Kayla’s ankles and lugged her out of the crowd and across the floor, the champ’s body being dragged face down. Once away from the circle of fans,
Betty again dropped Kayla’s legs, the champ left bottomless as her thong was now just below her knees, her bare, tanned ass sticking up toward the sky. Betty then reached down and again grabbed hold of the thong, this time sliding it completely off of Kayla’s legs before tossing it over to Mr. Chain. The owner of the FFF caught it, stunned by the maneuver as Kayla now lay face down and bottomless.
“There is a souvenir for you!” Betty chirped before turning her attention back toward the downtrodden champ.
Kayla was in great pain, but cognizant of the fact that her bikini bottom had been stripped away. She was determined to remain face down so as not to completely expose herself to the crowd, but Betty had a different idea in mind. She grabbed Kayla by the ankles once again and hoisted her legs into the air before rolling the champ onto her back and stretching her legs apart, exposing her womanhood for all to see. Cameras flashed blindingly at the erotic sight.
The crowd reacted with a loud roar, Kayla with not a tan line in sight on her now naked, lower body. But with her legs spread apart and pulled into the air, she feared what was next. Betty looked down at her with a sinister smile, the friendly and affable challenger now showing her sadistic side. Kayla’s eyes showed her fear as the tension mounted while Betty kept her in the same position for some time.
But instead of stomping down on Kayla’s exposed womanhood, Kayla stepped forward, moving one leg at a time, between Kayla’s leg. Her feet were now planted on the ground, straddling Kayla’s torso as tucked the back of Kayla’s legs beneath her arms, keeping her spread like a wishbone. Betty then sat down on Kayla, curling the champ’s legs even further back in the process. She then slid her shapely butt up Kayla’s body until finally she was seated on Kayla’s chest, curling her body in the process.
“Say good night champ!” Betty whispered melodiously before lifting her butt off of Kayla’s chest and sliding it forward until she took a seat on the champ’s face.
It was a curious, somewhat degrading sight as Kayla’s legs were pulled back near her head and spread apart, tucked tightly beneath Betty’s arms as the challenger sat on Kayla’s pretty face. The champ was bent into a ball and unable to do anything but flail her arms in protest. That protest lasted for about a minute or so before finally Kayla’s arms fell limp and was muzzled into a state of unconsciousness, the title slipping from her grasp as a result.
The crowd roared as Mr. chain stepped forward and called an end to the fight, Betty pushing herself off of Kayla and letting her legs flutter free and collapse below her. He then lifted Betty’s arm over her head before summoning one of the FFF staff forward to fit the FFF Catfight Championship belt around Betty’s waist.
As the crowd cheered the new champion, Mr. Chain placed a towel over Kayla’s thighs, covering her bare, lower body. He cradled her head in his lap before she opened her eyes, flabbergasted for a moment before she realized that she had just lost her newly claimed title. As she came to that realization, a voice blared over the loudspeaker, reaffirming that fact.
“The WINNER and NEW CATFIGHT CHAMPION ….. BETTY!”
The End
This story was written based on a poll conducted in the Female Fight Fiction Yahoo Group. Betty outpolled Kayla 48 - 31 to become the new FFF Catfight Champion in resounding fashion!
