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Counted Out

By Wolfboy

Debbie takes on a big challenge in a knockout battle

‘Are you sure mum?’ Emma had asked Debbie when she had mentioned a match that she wanted to take on for a private collector. ‘She’s a big, strong woman you know. She caused me enough trouble at times!’ she had continued, in reference to Debbie’s proposed opponent Noreen. Emma had faced the powerful American prior to her last match against Sara, and while she had won in the MMA themed catfight, it was far from a straightforward win for Emma.

‘I know she is’ Debbie confirmed, ‘she was when I fought her before and I knocked her ass out then, and I’ll do it again tomorrow Em. So, will you come and second me?’ she asked her daughter.

‘You didn’t tell me you’d fought her before when I took her on mum?’ Emma asked before agreeing ‘yes, I’ll come and second you, but why me and not Steve like usual?’ she also asked.

‘Well, you didn’t ask me, did you?’ Debbie laughed ‘and you didn’t say who you were taking on at the time either! I need you to second for this one’ she continued ‘because the collector that’s sponsoring has insisted on seconds in cocktail dresses and high heels. I don’t think that’ll suit Steve as well as it would you dear!’ she wisely pointed out.

‘Good point mum’ Emma agreed, laughing as she asked ‘wait, do I get a new dress out of this?’

‘If you must dear….’ Debbie had replied, rolling her eyes comically, ‘if you must.’

The match itself was going to be held in a small wrestling gym, after hours one evening, with a small invited audience. I’s managed to get myself on the invite list, so while I wasn’t going to be ringside, with only fifty people in attendance, it was hardly going to be difficult to get a good view of the action. All of the audience were situated on one side of the ring; five rows of ten seats and as I took my seat at the end of the back row, I took in the scene. There was a pretty standard looking pro wrestling ring, raised to about 3 feet above the level of the matted floor. The turnbuckle padding looked to have been replaced with a lighter than usual padding, pink to match the ring ropes which were in contrast to the black ring canvas and apron skirt. The walls of the wrestling gym were filled with posters of old-time pro wrestling events, but also of one or two more recent, interesting, private bouts that the ring had hosted. A couple in particular caught my eye, and as the seats filled up around me, I took a note of them, thinking I’d look into them later on if I got chance.

In a slight break to what often happened, the ring announcer hit the ring first and as the seats had now filled up, he started to explain the rules of the match first. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a private catfight challenge without time limit. There will be no biting, scratching, punching, kicking or elbows to the head, all other holds are legal. There will be two five minute rounds of catfighting followed by an unlimited time period. This catchweight catfight can only be won by a knockout to a count of 15, the referee will not stop the contest for any other reason. The match will start and end in this ring, but this whole room is in bounds for fighting.’ he told the crowd, instantly sending a murmur of anticipation around the room. The crowd were going to be treated to two mature women in no quarter asked or given action. While I knew Debbie was always a competitive fighter, I couldn’t help but wonder if she wasn’t a little outmatched here, giving away 30lbs as she was to the American Amazon.

And it was that American Amazon, Noreen, who was first to hit the ring, the announcer asking the crowd to ‘please welcome, from America, at 5 feet 7 inches tall, 180lbs and 38D-34-44, with a fight record of 14 wins and 8 losses, this is Noreen!’

The crowd were indeed welcoming of the brunette who climbed into the ring, stripped to the waist as she sported just an emerald green thong that matched her trimmed, but no doubt under these rules, dangerous nails. Noreen headed to her corner, joined by her blonde corner woman who sported a strappy green sequinned cocktail dress that matched the colour of Noreen’s thong, along with a pair of nude coloured four-inch heels. As the corner woman set up their corner, Noreen tested the ropes, waiting a few moments for Emma to lead Debbie towards the ring. In a short and strappy black mini dress with a pair of matching four-inch heels, Emma truly was an Amazon of a woman as well, standing well over 6 feet tall in her heels. Behind her was Debbie, also topless and barefoot like her American counterpart, having chosen a mauve and silver tie side bikini brief for the match. As she slipped through the ropes, the announcer chipped in again ‘and from England, she is 5 feet 6 inches tall, weight 150lbs and measures 36D-27-36 with a record of 27 wins and 14 defeats, this is Debbie!’

The crowd welcomed Debbie to the ring now; as was often the way with catfight crowds, there was no clear favourite, most in attendance there to enjoy two tough women fighting hard and dirty regardless of the outcome. With the introductions done by the time both women were in the ring, th referee was quickly calling the two ladies to order, looking to get things underway after the two were quickly pulled together for final instructions.

‘We meet again bitch’ Noreen said to Debbie as they eyed each other.

‘Indeed we do slut’ Debbie replied evenly, adding ‘it’ll be fun to knock your ass out again in front of these people’ as she turned back to her corner.

‘We’ll see bitch’ Noreen said, staring a hole through Debbie’s back. There were the briefest of last-minute instructions from both corner women and then the loud sound of a bell filled the room as the first of the five-minute sessions got underway. While it was unlikely that the fight was going to be won in one session, it was clear that both women had a healthy respect for the other, opening the fight with tight defences and jabs flicking at the body and head of the other woman. The majority of the early blows were caught on the arms as both women were careful to keep their chin tucked down behind the defences. As ever though, it only took one spark to truly ignite the catty spirit in both ladies, and it was Debbie who lit the blue touch paper, getting a stinging slap around the side of Noreen’s defence, rocking her head to the side before Debbie grabbed the hair of the tough American. Using that to pull Noreen forward at the waist, Debbie sent some knees and kicks into Noreen’s body before she countered, catching Debbie’s foot and kicking her standing foot from under her, sending Debbie crashing to the mat. Noreen went to the hair now, pulling Debbie to a half-seated position and shipping a punch to the body before she kicked Debbie heard in the breasts, knocking her to the mat on her back.

Now Noreen continued the attack, wanting to keep Debbie in early trouble in the match as she pulled her back to that seated position by the hair before delivering a knee straight between the breasts. That sent Debbie sprawling back to the mat as Noreen knocked her down methodically, clubbing her back to the mat with a forearm across the shoulders. Debbie was in a dangerous position on all fours on the mat, and Noreen followed in with a heavy hitting knee to the ribs, seeing the first minute of action come to an end with Debbie groaning on the mat, in some early pain and trouble.

Not that she was down on the mat for long though, no, Noreen didn’t want her there where her power and size was negated somewhat. Instead, she was straight in to the hair, using that to bring Debbie right back to her feet where two slaps to the face sent her reeling into the ring ropes and a tough opening got worse as Noreen turned her to force her throat across the top rope in to a choke. She used a good grip of Debbie’s hair to help keep her on the top rope before she reached round to deliver a long, slow and, judging by Debbie’s screams, painful rake of the nails across the stomach. That was followed by a pounding right hand to the belly and once again, Debbie crumpled to the mat in some obvious early trouble. Noreen was happy to use the ropes as her ally early in the match, pushing Debbie across the middle rope now after forcing her to her knees. As she looked to lean much of her weight in to Debbie though, she was surprised by an elbow to the pit of the stomach from the British brunette, forcing her off for a moment. When she looked to follow up, a second elbow, this time a little lower from Debbie, stopped her in her tracks, and Debbie turned to face her as she climbed to her feet to deliver a slap to the face of her own.

A handful of hair now allowed Debbie to lead Noreen quickly to the corner and into a face full of the top turnbuckle before turning her so that her back was to the turnbuckles. A stinging chop followed to Noreen’s breasts, then a right hand whipped deep to the body looked to have winded the American. As Debbie jumped up, feet landing on Noreen’s thighs, she grabbed the back of the head now, looking to deliver a monkey flip. She found that right now, Noreen was just to big and strong for that to be effective though, and the American forced her off with a shove that sent Debbie back towards the centre of the ring. Both had felt what the other was capable of now and went back, for the moment, to the cautious style of the opening moments, probing defences as the seconds ticked by in the first round. After a period of jousting at distance, Debbie looked to have secured an advantage using the hair to pull Noreen on to a knee to the body. Though that landed well enough, Debbie found her leg trapped by Noreen who fired back a shot of her own to the stomach that, on one leg, sent Debbie off balance it seemed. Noreen certainly thought so, rushing on to the attack only to be surprised by Debbie who delivered a stunning standing drop kick to the chest that sent Noreen crashing to the mat.

The surprise attack had dropped Noreen, and Debbie wasn’t going to let a chance to punish her slip by untaken. She simply dropped down to straddle Noreen’s back as the American brunette lay on her front and used a double handful of hair to force her into a rear chin lock that was bordering on a choke. Debbie kept the other hand wrapped in the hair, liking the control that it was giving her. She was slow to react though as Noreen used her power to get slowly to her feet with Debbie now riding her back in a piggy back, at least until Noreen ran her back to the turnbuckles hard, crushing the air from her lungs. The last minute of the round would prove to be tough for Debbie; an arm around the back of the head from Noreen seemed to be pulling her out of the corner, only for Noreen to reverse the momentum and crush her back into her own corner with all of her 180lb frame. As Emma looked on from her position sat at that corner, Noreen slapped hard to the face twice, punched to the breasts hard, and then turned Debbie to slam her face into the turnbuckle. Debbie was a little dazed as Noreen spun her in the corner so that her back was to the buckles once more. Then she forced Debbie’s right leg over the middle rope, trapping it there as she very effectively started to hammer left hands into the body, finishing the round in that style, landing unanswered body punches as Debbie ineffectively pulled at her hair.

The bell sounded and Noreen turned, walking back confidently to the corner and her green clad corner woman who exchanged a high five with her fighter, evidently satisfied with round one. As Noreen sat on the stool in her corner, she impassively looked back over to Debbie, seeing that Emma had got her clear of the ropes and on to her stool. I think Emma was glad of the two-minute break between rounds, giving her chance to work on Debbie, telling her to take deep breaths as she strategised that ‘you have to keep on the move mum. She wants to trap you and tire you out with those big body punches.’

Debbie concentrated on getting the oxygen back into her body as she nodded at Emma’s instructions. Through it all, Noreen sat calmly, chatting with her corner woman. There was no doubt that Debbie was tough and she could fight, but I wasn’t sure that she could afford to take to much heavy punishment from the bigger woman. Stamina was likely to be her best ally in the match, but Noreen’s style and heavy hitting could take that away if she wasn’t careful. As the referee called them back together for the bell for round two, Debbie had evidently switched tactics, pressing forward and going straight on to the attack with a flurry of slaps to the face. Noreen might have been a bit taken aback by that but she didn’t show it really, simply firing back with slaps around the head and face of her own. Then both women tussled for position, hands in the hair, fighting to get the better grip while simultaneously trying to weaken their opponent’s position. The fighting for hair and position was interspersed with hard slaps to the face from both ladies who simply took the blows, and stared ferociously at the other as they fired back. Noreen surprised Debbie as she went to the body again, a slap across the breasts, then again across the belly as she looked to tire the lighter woman once more. Debbie took it, slapped the face and then briefly latched on to her right breasts, drawing a gasp from Noreen as she felt Debbie’s nails go to work.

Two hard slaps put paid to that, stinging Debbie’s face as the two women continued to tussle body to body throughout the opening of round two. Noreen again went to the body, this time slashing her nails across Debbie’s stomach to draw a screech of pain before she looked to use her greater size to bully Debbie back to a corner. Debbie was wise to that and she continued to frustrate Noreen on that score as she deftly changed direction late on the bigger American woman, almost managing to turn the tables for a brief moment as Noreen’s back touched the ropes. A hard punch to the body landed from Debbie, but Noreen was able to force her back towards centre ring with a tight grasp of her hair, forcing her head back as she walked her away from the ropes. The hair pull perfectly presented the side of Debbie’s face for two heavy handed slaps that echoed around the room and would surely have drawn tears from an inexperienced fighter. As it was, Debbie was forced to blink furiously to clear her senses and Noreen switched to a breast claw for a moment before using a right hand to the stomach that had Debbie in trouble before Noreen went back to a double handed grip of the hair. Debbie reciprocated with the hair pull, both women tested the other with knees to the body, and as the round went past three minutes, it occurred to me that the two women hadn’t yet been out of physical contact with each other in the round.

It wasn’t a ferocious pace, but the action was intense as Debbie slapped downwards on to the top of Noreen’s breasts a couple of times. ‘You bitch!’ the American brunette spat at Debbie before she responded, landing two slaps to the face before she switched to the body landing a hard right to the ribs. Debbie was in trouble again as she pushed her hand into the face of the bigger woman who immediately told her ‘no scratching bitch!’ Debbie replied ‘fuck off!’ and slapped the American in the face hard as the fight went back onto a more even keel once more. Both women landed slaps to the face again, and Debbie tested Noreen’s breasts once more before the bigger woman slashed her nails across the stomach again. Hard fighting action from the two mature cats in the ring. And the crowd were delighted with the action as both women went back to the double handed grip of the hair, actually forcing a little separation between the two bodies for the first time in the round now. It was Debbie who looked to take advantage of that space now, jumping up to surprise Noreen as she closed her legs around her waits in a body scissor. Noreen may have been surprised, but she responded quickly. Debbie had her arms around the back of Noreen’s head but she suddenly found herself defenceless as Noreen pummelled her with three heavy handed slaps to the face. The third one dropped Debbie to the mat hard, the scissor hold broken, dazed, and in some trouble at the end of the round for the second time.

Trouble which intensified quickly as Noreen sat down heavily on her stomach and started to rain slaps into the face and breasts while Debbie desperately tried to defend. A nasty backhand across the face subdued Debbie for a series of slap and mauls to both breasts. As she tried to defend against that belatedly, Noreen delivered a second hard back hand and immediately took a double handful of hair to pull Debbie’s face into a tight pussy smother as she moved her position forward to sit on Debbie’s D cup breasts. For the second round running, Debbie was relieved to hear the bell to end the round, even as Noreen maintained the hold for a few seconds as she told Debbie that she was a ‘lucky bitch!’; earning her a rebuke from the referee for the slow break. Again, there were high fives in Noreen’s corner, as her blonde corner lady looked delighted with the way the fight was going for the American. Emma meanwhile was less pleased with Debbie’s progress in the fight, kicking off her heels to head into the ring so that she could get her mum back to the corner quickly.

‘You need to fight smart mum!’ Emma told her when she got her there. ‘You never left her range for a second in that round. The bitch hits hard, she’s tiring you out!’

‘The bitch is getting tired’ Debbie smiled in return, exasperating Emma who would later ask me ‘do I ignore you like that when you’re in my corner Steve?’

‘Maybe….’ I’d answered from a safe distance!

Back to the action at hand though, and the room was alive with excitement as round three of the fight approached. This was the final round of the contest; one with no time limit, one that would see a decisive winner found via a knockout. And there was a surprise too as Noreen offered Debbie a nude final round from her corner, as she challenged her to ‘fight as nature intended?’

Debbie was never going to turn down a direct challenge like that; no fighting women could really do so and maintain face, and she removed her mauve and silver bikini and kicked it beneath the ropes. Noreen had already removed her own emerald green thong and both women returned to the centre of the ring wearing just their painted nails and malevolent expressions on their faces. The referee quickly reminded them that this round was to a knockout without breaks or time limit, and then the action was underway with Noreen telling Debbie ‘I can’t wait to hear you screaming in pain bitch!’

‘Tough to do that when you’re knocked out cunt!’ Debbie shot back, landing a fast slap to the American’s face to open the third and final session of the action. Noreen took that well enough, and the opening minute of the round was cautious, both ladies warming the other’s face with an occasional slap. Noreen managed to get a grip of Debbie’s hair now, using it to draw Debbie onto what could perhaps have been described as an upper-slap. Punches might have been banned to the face, but that open handed slap was delivered with all the force and intent of any punch, and Debbie was set on rubber legs, quickly rushed back and splashed against the turnbuckles. All of Noreen’s 180lbs crushed the air from Debbie’s body, a hard shoulder was buried deep into the belly as a follow up then, forcing her butt up on to the middle turnbuckle. Debbie was winded, but fighting as she sunk her claws into Noreen’s shoulders for a moment before she shrieked in pain and surprise as Noreen got a pussy claw on to her there in the corner for a moment. Debbie was forced to defend now, her hands going to Noreen’s as she looked to prise her torturing fingers away from her womanhood. Noreen stayed half a step ahead though, a short punch to the belly stopping Debbie’s defensive efforts and she went back straight away to the pussy claw. Debbie’s seated position did little to help her defend herself, and she cried out in pain once more. The punishing submission hold was highly effective it seemed. Well applied and painful as the hold was, Debbie couldn’t submit to it as it was knockout only rules. She howled out once more as she felt the nails of the American woman torture her, her head thrown back in pain. Then, again surprising Debbie, Noreen went with the one-two to the body, before going to the hair to throw Debbie from the corner to the mat. Debbie was slow to move, taking an elbow drop to the breasts that had her in more trouble before Noreen brought her back to her feet with a rough handful of hair. Debbie defended well as Noreen looked for the body slam though, blocking the attempt before sending a knee lift in to the bigger brunette’s breasts to put her on the back foot as it staggered her a little.

Debbie looked to strike, a flurry of slaps to towards the head that had Noreen defending desperately as Debbie rocked her back to the ropes. Noreen kept her hands high, taking a knee to the body, but then she fired back with a slap to the face and a slash of the nails across the breasts. ‘Tired of you fucking scratching me bitch!’ Debbie moaned as she fired back in kind, raking her nails across Noreen’s shoulders, both women moaning as they felt the searing pain of the nail attacks. An untidy clinch now against the ropes, a flurry of arms slapping away at each other before Noreen struck well with a straight knee, right in to the gut that saw Debbie fold against Noreen who had her back to the ropes. Noreen went directly on to the attack; an Irish whip firing Debbie to the ropes while she herself exploded off the ropes, making sure her 180lbs was carrying plenty of momentum to simply run Debbie over with a body check. Debbie hit hard, and for the first time in the match, the referee elected to start a count; one that Noreen had no intention of allowing to finish though, forcing Debbie to all fours before kicking her hard in the belly. Debbie rolled to her back, Noreen went to her hair, pulling her from the mat and straight into a hair-mare throw. With Debbie now in a seated position, Noreen got in tight behind her, wrapping powerful legs around Debbie’s waist in a tightly applied body scissors, combined quickly with a hair held full nelson to crimp Debbie’s neck. Trouble for Debbie who moaned loudly as Noreen brought her power to bear fully on her now!

There had been no build up to the full power that Noreen delivered either; she had simply applied the scissors at 100% straight away, forcing Debbie to cry out in pain as Noreen’s thighs threatened to rearrange her rib cage. ‘How does that feel bitch?’ Noreen asked Debbie almost conversationally and although Debbie didn’t reply, the look on her face betrayed exactly how it felt. Then Noreen took her by surprise again, forgoing the full nelson and reaching around to cup Debbie’s breasts instead, nails sunk in to draw a shriek from Debbie. Noreen used that grip to rock back and deliver a spine and ass jarring keister bounce before re-securing her powerful scissor hold and starting to club forearm smashes in to Debbie’s upper back, shoulders and neck. With Debbie apparently softened up suitably, Noreen looked to get back on to her with the full nelson but this time, perhaps a little desperately, Debbie threw a hard elbow back, catching Noreen in the side and forcing the bigger woman to turn her loose.

Debbie made it back to her feet only to run straight into a front headlock from Noreen. Undeterred though, Debbie used her momentum to drive Noreen back into her own corner of the ring, breaking the headlock as she rammed her into the turnbuckles. Now it was the blonde corner woman’s turn to look on a little concerned as Debbie delivered a couple of shoulders to the midsection, holding on to the middle ropes to held her drive home the blows. Noreen felt Debbie crushing the air from her body with the move but she fought back almost immediately, claws raking Debbie’s back before sinking them in to the shoulders. ‘Bitch!’ Debbie moaned, but she looked to propel another shoulder into Noreen, only to find that was a mistake as her body met a raised knee from Noreen. A defensive measure that turned into a perfect attacking move for Noreen, and when Debbie dropped to her knees in front of her, it was a kick to the stomach that sent her to her back on the canvas. It looked to me that Noreen was pretty much targeting Debbie’s stomach now, looking to break her down with frequent attacks. Having Debbie flat out on her back proved no exception to that either, as Debbie sat up involuntarily finding herself on the receiving end of a knee drop to the belly. A stinging back hand slap across the mouth put her back down quickly before Noreen was back into the hair, forcing her upright briefly before throwing Debbie between the middle and top ropes to the matted floor on the outside.

Both corner women shifted position to get the best view of the action as Debbie slowly struggled to an upright position, eating a slap to the face and narrowly avoiding a kick to the belly. She fired back with a slap of her own but Noreen was a step ahead, reeling Debbie into a side headlock by the hair. An evil expression flashed across her face as she worked Debbie into position, trying to send her head first, like a battering ram, into the ring post. At the last second, Debbie was able to slip out of the back door though, squirming free of the headlock before giving the bigger American brunette a shove to send her towards the post instead. Hands outstretched; Noreen was able to arrest her momentum as she got her hands up onto the post. Debbie immediately opened up on her though with two kidney punches, followed up with one whipped round into the belly, and with Noreen evidently looking like she was floundering a little, Debbie rolled her back beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Debbie quickly followed, but as she straddled the middle rope, it was evident that Noreen hadn’t suffered as badly on the outside as Debbie had believed, and Noreen lashed out a foot to kick the rope into Debbie’s crotch, stopping her dead. Now for the second time, Debbie found herself propelled out of the ring, this time by something of a running knee to the body that catapulted her off the apron. Debbie landed heavily enough on the outside, but with the match only able to be won inside the ring, there was no count, and Noreen took her time getting out there to continue her attack.

Noreen was methodical in her attack now, lifting Debbie as if for a slam only to drop her, stomach first, across her knee, once again focussing her attacks on working Debbie’s body over. It was working too it seemed as Debbie clutched at her belly on the mats outside the ring, groaning loudly in pain. Noreen showed no mercy though, continuing her attack as she used the hair to slowly force Debbie to her feet, leading her towards the corner post before slamming her face into the apron of the ring. Debbie was dazed by that as Noreen walked around the ring post so that she stood on the opposite side of it to her. There, Noreen grabbed Debbie’s right arm, and pulling hard on it, she sent Debbie into the metal post, shoulder and chest first. Debbie crashed back to the thin mats on the outside, again crying out in pain as the American fighter continued to increasingly dominate the action it seemed in this final fall. She may have been on top, but Noreen was happy to take her time now, waiting until Debbie had struggled to a seated position, her back against the ring, and then she lashed a hard kick across Debbie’s D cup breasts. That was a nasty blow, sending Debbie slumping back to the mats once more. She found no respite there either though, Debbie screaming in pain as Noreen stomped hard on her right breast, cruelly grinding her heel in as a smile played across her face.

‘I told you I’d make you scream for me bitch!’ she told Debbie as she used the hair to bring her back to the seated position, and there she was able to drive a knee into Debbie’s breasts now. There was no doubt that Noreen was systematically breaking Debbie down at the moment. From my seat in the crowd, I wasn’t sure that there was that much fight left in Debbie, but knockout only rules meant Noreen could continue to attack if she was careful not to use any moves likely to put Debbie down for the count. A handful of hair drew Debbie back to her feet to have her face slammed hard into the ring apron before Noreen grabbed ass and hair to roll her back under the bottom rope into the ring. That might have been a sign that the powerful American woman was starting to think about putting Debbie away. Back in the ring herself, Noreen quickly spread Debbie’s legs to deliver a knee drop to the pussy that drew an anguished scream from Debbie. Cries of pain that intensified as Noreen, knee still planted firmly in Debbie’s crotch, grabbed a double handed stomach claw on Debbie. A combination of nails, strong fingers and a vicious twisting, mauling action drew immediate loud protests from Debbie. It was evident that Noreen had to the move sunk in deep, testing Debbie’s body and her resilience to the limit as she tried to clamp her legs closed around Noreen’s body in a countering body scissors.

She managed it too, for the briefest of moments despite the torturous attack, Noreen’s eyes going wide in pain for a split second as she felt the power in Debbie’s legs. Noreen released the claw hold for a second and I thought it looked like Debbie might be mounting a spirited fight back. Then Noreen hammered a double fisted blow deep into Debbie’s belly and the scissor hold was broken instantly as the air left Debbie’s body rapidly. Then Noreen rose up a little before dropping the knee back to the pussy again, Debbie howling once more as Noreen left her to roll across the mat in ever increasing pain, clutching at her womanhood. Noreen’s sharp nails had caused Debbie plenty of pain, and their effect was clear to see from the angry red furrows across Debbie’s body, set against the backdrop of her increasingly reddening belly. Noreen took a moment, gathering herself for a further onslaught which she started with a double tit grab, using that hold to force Debbie to her feet and then, following a hard knee lift to the belly, to hold her upright on her unsteady legs. Debbie slapped ineffectively, weakly at Noreen’s body before the American woman grabbed her wrist and Irish whipped her with force into an unforgiving set of corner turnbuckles, this time in her own corner.

To the approval of her blonde corner woman, Noreen was able to block a desperation attempt to catch her with a knee to the body, quickly forcing that leg through the ropes before Debbie’s head was thrown back in anguish as Noreen clamped on the pussy claw. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Debbie cried out; ‘Noooo! Aaaaggghhhhh! Noooooo!’ she yelled out again almost overcome with pain there in the corner before Noreen cut her short once again with a short, sharp punch to the body that saw her sag weakly against the turnbuckles. Noreen had foregone the claw hold now, lowering her shoulder to sink it deep into Debbie’s body, once again working her body over harshly.

The contest had become increasingly one sided now in Noreen’s favour; not that there was a lack of determination and effort on Debbie’s part. But Noreen was always a step ahead, and it showed again now as Debbie tried to rally with a right hand to the body only to be crushed almost immediately with a strike of one of Noreen’s thick thighs to the face. It was another heavy blow for Debbie to take, and as Emma looked on with growing concern, Noreen grabbed the hair, slammed Debbie’s face into the top turnbuckle, and without break, dragged Debbie to the centre of the ring. A hand between the legs saw Noreen able to effortlessly sweep Debbie into the air before body slamming her hard at the centre of the ring with great authority. Immediately, Debbie found herself peeled from the mat by the hair and into a standing crotch claw for a moment before Noreen delivered a second, authoritative slam, Debbie’s screams of anguish filling the room before her body hit the mat hard. Almost instantly her view of the ring lights was interrupted as Noreen delivered a crushing full body splash, bringing her 180lb frame down hard onto Debbie. Lying on top of her now, and using the hair to turn Debbie’s face to the side, and holding it tightly against the canvas, Noreen was able to unload with several heavy-handed slaps. Each blow drew a moan of pain from Debbie who had little defence before Noreen climbed off her, standing over Debbie for a moment before crashing down on her once more, this time with a crushing leg drop, her thick thigh landing straight across Debbie’s face.

That was a borderline knockout inducing blow on its own, but Noreen wasn’t looking for the count just yet. Positioning Debbie just right, the bigger American woman took up the perfect reverse face sit position before a double nipple twist brought Debbie back to her senses a little more at the cost of emptying her lungs of a little more valuable oxygen. It was at that point that Noreen got her nails back into use, digging deep into Debbie’s breasts and belly and raising more angry furrows as she punished Debbie to the point of submission, the trapped brunette moaning loudly in pain despite being muffled beneath Noreen’s curvaceous ass. Indeed, she tried to cry out in submission, but it was pointless. ‘No submissions bitch, you’re going out!’ Noreen told her, reaching forward to deliver a cruel crotch claw, torturing Debbie’s womanhood for what must have seemed an interminable age for Debbie who writhed in pain beneath the American who was setting her up for the big finish. The rules not allowing for anything more than slaps to the face, it was always likely that the knockout would come from a smother. And now Noreen was in the perfect position for that, her naked ass fully smothering Debbie. She had plans to aid the process though, finally breaking from her clawing attacks and taking a split second to admire the angry pattern of nail marks she had traced across Debbie’s body , before she started to hammer Debbie’s stomach and ribs with a flurry of hard punches that quickly emptied Debbie’s tank. Noreen could sense that it was job done; she had drained Debbie and was confident of achieving the knockout. As Emma shouted from the corner ‘that’s enough bitch, get off her!’ though, Noreen felt the urge to go after her with one more move, switching momentarily to a reverse ‘69’ head scissor so that she could lean forward to bite Debbie’s belly for a moment before delivering a short headbutt.

That done, she climbed off Debbie, allowing the referee to toll off the count of 15 as she secured victory in the battle between the two experienced brunettes. Now she stood, arms in the air, foot between Debbie’s breasts in her victory pose before Emma rushed the ring to come to the aid of her mother, getting her to come round. ‘You’ll pay for that bitch!’ Emma told Noreen as she stared at her ‘I’ll kick your fucking ass worse than last time’ she continued.

‘Of course, I thought you’d say that’ Noreen smiled at her ‘but I’m not here to fight you. No, but if you need to fight someone, Alice over there will fight you’ she said, indicating her blonde corner woman. ‘She wants a fight here in the UK to prepare her for a new fight club back in the States.’ Noreen challenged on her corner woman’s behalf.

‘Tell her to bring it on bitch!’ Emma told Noreen.

‘Here, next week. Dressed as we both are now’ Alice shouted from the corner. ‘No rounds, no rules, we fight until one is finished and the other says she agrees!’ the blonde told Emma.

‘You’re on’ Emma agreed ‘invite a crowd again if you like, winner takes all!’

‘Count on it bitch!’ Alice shot back, turning on her heels as she told Emma ‘I’ll be back to beat your fat ass next week!’

‘Only one ass getting beaten bitch!’ Emma shot back ‘I just hope you show up, pussy…’