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Debbie’s Naughty Encounter

By Wolfboy

The night before her first fight, Jemma and Emma watch one of Debbie’s old matches

The evening before Jemma’s first match, the night of her eighteenth birthday, had seen her attend a birthday party with a bit of a difference. This was no alcohol fuelled party at the pub with a group of friends; no, Jemma was determined to be at her best for her fight with Bindi. So instead of going out, she and Emma went round to Debbie’s to watch a recording of one of Debbie’s old matches, while I was relegated to the role of ring technician back at home. The match in question was one from Debbie’s past where she had taken on professional wrestler ‘Naughty’ Nicky Monroe. It was one of those unexpected things about catfighting that sometimes, a person in the public eye would also have a secret existence as an underground catfighter. Nicky was no different to many in that respect, but as a professional wrestler, she was one of the first to bring a real cross over of styles to her matches. A mix of pro style moves done with a degree more intent than usual mixed with good old fashioned catfighting made her a challenging opponent. She was also an opponent with access to a number of pro style rings across the country, preferring when possible to do her catfighting in the familiar, to her, tight confines of the Brit Pro wrestling ring.

‘It was a style I was looking to pick up on more at the time’ Debbie told Emma and Jemma. ‘So when I heard that Nicky would be wrestling fairly locally, I reached out and made the challenge. It was one of those things where I knew it would be a good match for me, but I wasn’t 100% sure if the rumours of her catfighting were totally true’ she explained.

‘So wait a minute’ Jemma said, a little surprised. ‘Are you telling me that sometimes famous people will catfight with other, not so famous people Grandma?’ she asked.

‘Well your Grandma had a catfight with Trish Stratus, and I did one with Kaitlyn from WWE as well’ Emma smiled, asking ‘does that answer your question Jem?’ enjoying the surprised look spreading on her daughter’s face.

‘I guess….’ Jemma said, still looking a bit uncertain on this development for now.

‘Anyway, it took a few days back then to get a reply. I wrote a letter to her Jem’ Debbie laughed. ‘Actual pen and paper, surely that’s harder for you youngsters to fathom out than a famous person catfighting’ she said, causing Jemma to laugh. ‘But she was up for it, suggested she’d simply get us the ring after the show, and we could fight in there. She even got me a ticket to watch the show and then let me back in after the event’ Debbie said.

‘So’ Jemma said, ‘how did it go Grandma?’ impatient as she was to find out.

‘Well, why don’t we watch it and find out’ Debbie suggested, remote control in hand as the three generations of catfighters settled in on the sofa.

‘Wait! You have a film of it?!’ Jemma said now, surprised again by this development. ‘I thought you were just going to tell us all about it from memory!’

‘Yes I do dear, nearly all of my matches in fact’ she told her. ‘And yes’ she added quickly, ‘you can watch any of them whenever you want if they’ll help you out in the ring at all’ she offered.

‘Thanks Grandma!’ Jemma beamed.

‘Anytime honey’ Debbie smiled in return. ‘I should say that this one, well, it’ll show you that sometimes things don’t always run to plan, but that you can still learn from it. Anyway, here it is’ she said, hitting play on the remote. After a few seconds of static, the picture cleared to show a wrestling ring in the middle of a fairly small arena, surrounded on all sides by empty tiered seating. At the centre of the floor area stood a smallish blue wrestling ring, with red ring ropes running off the blue padded turnbuckles. The camera had rolled for a few seconds when three women walked past it in quick succession, clearly Debbie and Nicky, while the third woman was the wrestler who had been Nicky’s opponent that evening, roped in to act as a referee. All three climbed into the ring, and the contrast in style and body type between Debbie and Nicky was fairly apparent. At 28 years old, Debbie was relatively slender, and though by no means a first time catfighter, still quite inexperienced. In her late thirties, Nicky was a thicker set, powerful looking woman in comparison. Both brunettes, both looked ready to fight it was fair to say, but both were attired differently. Nicky was dressed in a pro style outfit, wearing a black swimsuit with cutaway sides held together by three red ribbons up each side to expose a degree of skin. Plunging at the front to display an impressive cleavage, she wore it over fishnet tights with red knee and elbow pads and a pair of black mid-calf length wrestling boots. In comparison, Debbie’s rainbow print thong back bikini was a much more traditional catfight look. She was bare legged and bare foot, hair was worn loose a lightly curled by both women between who there was no real animosity it was fairly clear.

‘Don’t you find you have to sort of dislike someone to fight them Grandma?’ Jemma asked, ‘because it looks like you liked Nicky?’ she asked.

‘I did like her’ Debbie admitted, ‘and no, I don’t really need to dislike someone to fight them. Some of my hardest matches have been with ladies that I got on perfectly well with. You will find some that you don’t like though Jem. It’s the way it goes’ Debbie said.

‘It’s true’ Emma agreed, ‘I mean, I didn’t like Sara but now we’re friendly enough, but I still fell like I could fight her and it would be just as bitchy as ever. It’s a bit complex I guess Jem’ she said. ‘But you’ll get used to it soon enough I think.’

‘Well at least I won’t need to when I fight Bindi’ Jemma announced. ‘I don’t really like her for what she did to Beth, so that’ll all be straightforward enough!’

On the tape, the action had been called to some order by the wrestler who was acting as referee who said ‘we have a rules catfight set for the best of three submissions with no time limit. No punching or kicking the head, slapping is allowed. No piledrivers. Two minute break between falls. Debbie is 28 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 133lbs and 36D-26-37. She has four wins and one loss. Nicky is 39 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 149lbs and 38DD-27-39. She has 12 wins and 2 losses. Ladies, if you’re ready?’ she asked, looking to both women who nodded, ‘then fight!’

Immediately Nicky offered Debbie a handshake which surprised her, especially having seen the wrestler use it as a misdirection earlier in the evening in her pro wrestling match. Seeing the look in Debbie’s eyes, Nicky explained ‘that was for show, this is sport and I’ll fight fair within the rules. You’ll get a handshake at the start and a hug at the end Debbie’ she smiled.

‘Well OK then’ Debbie laughed, shaking the offered hand before the two ladies switched on their game faces and started to circled each other. A slap landed hard, stinging Nicky on her fishnet clad thigh, suggested that Debbie had a slight edge in speed. That was brought into question almost immediately though as Debbie closed in again and Nicky caught her with a boot to the stomach. Within twenty seconds of the start, Debbie found herself lifted and slammed at the centre of the ring, finding it to be a surprisingly unforgiving surface. Nicky waited for Debbie to to stop rolling now before she dropped an elbow across her breasts, to keep her flattened to the mats. Hardly the best of starts as Nicky continued to stick to wrestling for now, bringing Debbie into a side headlock to force her face in close to those DD breasts. Power clearly lay with Nicky, but Debbie quickly showed one of the constants of catfighting; a good hair pull will always give you a degree of control, as she used a handful of curly brunette hair to force Nicky into a side head scissors. Now Nicky let out a little groan of surprise, perhaps taken aback slightly at the power Debbie packed in her legs, but the wily pro wrestler also knew plenty of ways to escape. Turning into the hold until she was able to get to her knees, she simply forced a knee in between Debbie’s feet, forcing her to unlock her ankles, and in an instant she was clear of the hold and retaking her side headlock.

This time Debbie was pulled that little bit deeper in to the breasts of the curvaceous pro wrestler for a moment before Nicky brought the action back up off the mat. Backing Debbie to the ropes, she fired her off and simply set herself to flatten the lighter woman with a body check there. Debbie tried to back pedal on the canvas away from Nicky, but the pro wrestler was waiting on her as she rose, trapping her in a front headlock. She used that to position Debbie carefully before hooking the side of her bikini and using her combined grips, sent Debbie back to the mat with a vertical suplex. Another hard impact for Debbie to take in the early going, and Nicky was back on her quickly with another elbow drop across the breasts before she used the hair to reel Debbie back into the headlock, partly smothering her.

‘What does that feel like?’ Jemma asked now. ‘Having your face squished into another girls boobs I mean?’ she clarified needlessly enough.

‘Come here and I’ll show you!’ Emma laughed before Debbie picked up ‘I mean, it depends how much you like tits I guess’ drawing another laugh from Jemma. ‘But honestly, the aim is to smother so it’s less that it’s painful usually and more that it’s stopping you getting a decent breath really. If you pull them in deep and hard enough though, it hurts a bit more I suppose’ she told Jemma as on screen, she was still struggling with a face full of boobs of her own. Nicky cranked on the headlock hard as Debbie went to the hair to try and force Nicky back into the head scissors. This time though, the pro wrestler resisted, deciding to bring Debbie back to her feet as she felt the burning pain in her scalp. She backed Debbie up to the ropes, looking to fire her off with an Irish Whip, but this time, Debbie surprised the wrestler with her own skill set, using a mixture of hair and sleight of hand to reverse the move. Nicky was sent into the ropes instead, rebounding quickly into a flying drop kick from Debbie whose feet crashed into Nicky’s breasts threatening to knock them clear of her suit for a moment. Nicky was floored, taken totally by surprise by the impressive move from Debbie who quickly followed down with a splash and attempted to convert it to a grapevine. Now though, she encountered the power of the thicker set woman as first Nicky resisted, then reversed the pressure and it was Debbie who was spread so that her head involuntarily dipped towards Nicky’s breasts. Two arms folded around the back of her head completed the job of pulling Debbie’s face deep into the smother now, and Debbie was in trouble again as Jemma remarked ‘there she goes again! Tits in the face!’

‘Indeed she did’ Debbie agreed as the action moved on quickly on screen. She was trapped and needed to find a way clear of the hold, slapping at Nicky’s thighs, pulling and ripping at her fishnets there too, but Nicky held firm, even as Debbie pawed at her face, then sent a punch into her ribs. It lacked the power to really trouble Nicky though and she shrugged it off, keeping Debbie pulled deep into the smother. Some more slapping at the thighs, the sounds of ripping fishnet, another punch landing to little avail, then Nicky told Debbie ‘submit Debbie, don’t make me smother you out!’ There was another brief struggle from Debbie before her slaps turned to taps, and she conceded the first fall to the pro wrestler in relatively quick time. There was a two minute break on screen as the camera kept running the whole time.

‘First thing you have to learn’ Emma told Jemma now as they watched the interval pass, ‘is to know when you need to submit. If you don’t something like that will put you out in the end. But remember as well Jemma, you take after me, so you’re quite well equipped to smother bitches too’ she advised.

‘Gotcha mum’ Jemma smiled, doubtless contemplating smothering Bindi like that as she did so.

‘And the second thing to remember’ Debbie followed up ‘is to always fight like you. Sounds so obvious, but I made the mistake of trying to wrestle Nicky too much, especially in that first fall. I can wrestle, but it’s not my strength. Against a woman who wrestled for a living, it was a bad move. So always stay true to yourself in there’ she told Jemma.

‘Hmmmm’ Jemma pondered for a moment, ‘Bindi says she’s a great wrestler and that she’ll be a champion some day. So I guess that means I need to stick to being a catfighter against her?’ she suggested.

‘Kind of’ Debbie agreed. ‘Probably lead with catfighting, and then you can use all of the other stuff I’ve no doubt you’re learned honey’ she said.

‘Makes sense Grandma’ Jemma agreed as the action was back underway on the screen now, and in the opening, Debbie seemed to faring a little better than she had before. Rushing Nicky behind a flurry of slaps had proven quite effective for her, backing the flustered wrestler into a corner. She covered up as Debbie looked to slap her face, instead presenting her body as a target for a fast right hand from Debbie who looked to keep the pace high as she felt she had the upper hand. A handful of hair allowed Debbie to introduce Nicky’s face to the top turnbuckle, although the thick padding there diminished the effect to a large degree. Then Debbie planted a bare foot in Nicky’s belly, grabbed the back of her head and sent her up and over with a nice monkey flip. Nicky looked to have landed quite heavily at the centre of the small ring, but as Debbie launched herself at the wrestler for a splash, Nicky rolled out of the way. The advantages of knowing how to land well from pro wrestling training it seemed, and she was able to regain control for a moment, using the hair to get Debbie to all fours for a forearm across the shoulders to promptly flatten her again. Back into the hair again, and Nicky brought Debbie to her feet, shrugging off a right hand to the body before using a forearm smash across the breasts to send Debbie reeling into the ropes.

Nicky came into catch Debbie with a big slap to the breasts drawing a cry of pain before she reeled her into that side headlock again, pressing Debbie’s face into her breasts once more. ‘There it is again!’ Jemma chuckled, ‘boobies in the face is definitely a thing!’

‘I should have bitten her!’ Debbie laughed in return.

‘Grandma!!’ Jemma laughed, affecting her best shocked expression as she fake admonished her ‘naughty!’

‘Always use what you can within the rules honey’ Debbie smiled. ‘Get it in before they do it to you instead…’

On screen, what Debbie could use was a couple of punches to the body before she was able to shove Nicky off to the ropes after a bit of a struggle. Once again, ring knowledge came into play though as Debbie jumped to reprise her drop kick and Nicky hooked her arms over the top ropes to arrest her own progress. Debbie drop kicked nothing but fresh air, landed heavily, and it was almost certainly the beginning of the end for her in the fight. Not that it immediately looked that way as she was able to get up quickly to trade a flurry of slaps with Nicky before each locked onto a mutual double breast maul, hands inside the other’s outfit. Debbie was breathing hard, winded by the heavy landing, but both women grimaced and moaned a little from the harsh mauling attacks. Most tellingly though, whether she was getting hurt or not, Nicky had the power to force Debbie back, and slowly but surely, she had Debbie corralled against the corner turnbuckles. As Debbie’s back touched those turnbuckles, Nicky shot a knee up into her belly, and Debbie slumped forward into her, winded.

Another of those hefty slaps to the breasts followed, before one cracked off her cheek, and then Nicky sent Debbie off to the opposite corner to deliver a good old fashioned Brit Pro posting. Debbie slumped back against the turnbuckles as Nicky followed in quickly to repeat the dose, sending her back hard to the corner she’d just come from, and this time following in quicker with a thunderous running clothesline. That dropped Debbie to a seated position against the turnbuckles, and gave a gleeful Nicky any number of options to attack. She took it in a fairly unique way, face sitting Debbie there against the turnbuckles as she effectively straddled the middle rope and forced her crotch into Debbie’s face.

‘That’s clever’ Emma remarked, ‘never seen anyone do that before’ she had to admit.

‘Plus pussy in the face for a change’ Jemma chuckled, evidently enjoying the change in smothering attack.

‘It was damn effective too’ Debbie admitted as the tape showed her struggling before Nicky climbed back off her. ‘If she hadn’t broken the hold there, I’m not sure I’d have been able to get out….she was strong…’ Debbie mused, casting her mind back to the match for a moment. On screen, all three women watched Nicky force a moaning Debbie from the corner by her hair, before lifting her to deliver a big body slam right at the centre of the ring. It was all over shortly afterwards for Debbie as Nicky grabbed her ankles, rolled her to her stomach, and applied a Boston Crab, quickly sitting deeper into the hold to force Debbie to submit to it and give the pro wrestler the 2-0 win in relatively short order. True to her word, Nicky helped Debbie up and gave her a hug to thank her for the match before the referee left the ring to switch the camera off.

‘So as you see Jem’ Debbie said, ‘it doesn’t always go to plan in there, but you can always learn something from any match as well. I learned a lot from Nicky here because she beat me without really catfighting in the way it might have been thought of at the time. She used her wrestling skills to do it for the most part. But I learned from what she did, got her to show me a few of her holds too that I could use in a mix with my style. She was going on to a challenge fight with a new girl called Saraya quite soon after our fight, so she was pleased with the workout I guess. Never did find out what happened in that match though…’ she admitted.

‘It might be in the Smythe library somewhere if they filmed it’ Emma said. ‘Next time I’ve over there, I’ll see if I can look it up for you mum’ she offered.

‘Wait?!’ Jemma said now, surprised by another thing just casually dropped in to the conversation. ‘They’ve got a library of loads of fights? That’s so cool!’

‘They do and it is’ Emma confirmed, ‘a real history of catfighting. There’s a good chance if Nicky and Saraya was filmed it will have found its way in there. And as a former champion, I have unlimited access to it. But most importantly, what your Grandma says is true. You can learn from every fight that you’re in. The most important thing though is that it’s what you want to do Jem?’ she asked.

‘It definitely is mum’ Jemma told her. ‘Look, I don’t know if I want to fight in public with a crowd like you have or not. I don’t know if I’m good enough to do that’ she admitted. ‘I won’t know that for a while, but I can enjoy catfights in private like you both have too. And I want to do it. I want to beat Bindi because she’s a bitch to Beth, but then I don’t know who I’ll fight after that’ she shrugged.

‘Well you worry about beating Bindi for now hun’ Emma said. ‘When you’re ready after that, we’ll be able to find you other girls to fight without too much bother.’

‘Cool’ Jemma smiled, going on to say ‘I’m nervous for tomorrow, but now, I can’t wait to get started….’