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One Last Time

By Wolfboy

Debbie decides it’s time to leave the catfighting to the younger girls, but not without a farewell match.

‘Oh, I’m definitely getting too old for it Steve, I agree’ Debbie had replied when I’d asked if she was totally sure about taking on one last fight. She’d been handled pretty comprehensively by Sammy when I’d last seen her fight in the park, and while I didn’t doubt she knew her way around a catfight, I wasn’t sure she quite had the fire for it any more.

‘Getting too old, I said Steve’ she said now, seeing the look on my face even before I’d gone as far as voicing my concerns. ‘Not too old, just getting there. And this will be my last fight I think, totally in private, just a classic catfight. I want to end with a win of course’ she pointed out, ‘and I do think I can do that’ she told me.

‘Well, who is she? Do you need me to set anything up?’ I asked her.

‘Don’t worry, it’s not some wild bitch like Sammy this time’ Debbie told me. ‘You know her in fact; I’m going to fight Daisy Peters who we saw fight Elaine in your garage ring. It’s all set up for this Friday, and I was hoping you could be my referee this time?’ she asked.

‘Well, you know I’d be honoured Debbie. And Daisy?’ I thought out loud for a moment. ‘I do think she’s a good match for you. She’s catty and scrappy but about your size, and you have a good edge in experience on her.’ I said.

‘I know, I did like the way she fought against Elaine’ Debbie admitted. ‘A real old fashioned catfighter. And besides, I can’t keep letting Jemma and Emma have all the fun. No, I figured one last match in my basement ring, and then at some point I’ll turn it over for Jemma to use for her matches if she wants them away from your ring. I can make myself scarce for a couple of hours if she needs somewhere a bit more private’ she smiled knowingly.

‘It all sounds good’ I agreed, but I had to wonder, ‘If I’m your referee, then who’s got you your corner this time?’ I asked her.

‘Well’ Debbie smiled, ‘I thought it might be fun to have Jemma do it this last time. I can introduce her to her new fighting venue for when she wants it for starters. And show her how us old timers do it too’ she laughed.

I’d pretty quickly found myself relegated from referee to ring announcer in the build up to the fight, as Daisy and Debbie had pretty quickly realised they wanted at each other in a woman to woman challenge, and didn’t really need a referee. I would watch the fight with Emma; Daisy’s husband would work her corner as Jemma would operate in Debbie’s. Daisy’s sister would also be there, watching the fight. Beth had managed to get herself invited along too, and had decided she would add a big fight feel to things by acting as the ring girl, displaying large hand written cards to show which session of the fight we were in. She’d made up to 7, and had decided that she’d simply improvise if things got beyond that.

Rules had been settled on quite easily. Nothing other than slaps to the face, unlimited, untimed rounds, ending only on submission. Anything goes below the neck. Both ladies would keep their nails long, wanting to fight like wildcats. The winner could only be decided by one woman submitting the match, either on submission or by retiring in their corner between rounds. Daisy had described the dress code for the fight as being ‘like a couple of cheap hookers’ embellishing it by saying ‘very apt for an old slapper like you Debbie!’ Debbie had just laughed, not getting drawn into trading insults with Daisy at this stage. She would save that for in the ring on the day, knowing Daisy was often a quite verbal fighter. She did ask Daisy to clarify the dress code though, and Daisy had simply replied ‘dress like a tart and fight like a wildcat. I’m looking forward to retiring you old lady!’

‘I’m looking forward to you trying Daisy, I really am’ Debbie had said, and she laughed ‘one way or another, you’re going to retire me, because I’m done after this anyway!’

In truth, Debbie had warmed to Daisy when she’d seen her fighting against Elaine before, appreciating her style and seeing something in her that she liked. Daisy was a woman who just liked to fight, and she did it in the most feminine, catty, of styles. She would provide Debbie with a stiff test, just what Debbie had wanted in her final match.

The day of the match arrived with Emma and myself arriving first, quickly followed by Jemma and Beth, to find Debbie totally relaxed about the whole thing. She buzzed around just as she would have done when entertaining the family on any day. Even when Jemma asked her conspiratorially ‘Grandma, when are we going to discuss your fight plan?’ as she took her role as corner woman very seriously, Debbie was relaxed. ‘Don’t worry Jem’ she smiled, ‘it won’t take us long and we can do that when I go to get changed for the fight’ she told her, adding ‘and that won’t take too long either!’ Jemma had agreed, though she looked a little uncertain about the whole thing in truth. In her experience, there was always a game plan of sorts, but today, I think Debbie preferred to do things a little differently. Even when Daisy had arrived with her husband and sister Brianne, the atmosphere had remained that of friends meeting and chatting. That the conversation was about fighting, led by Brianne who excitedly told Emma that she’d secured a try out fight with the Smythe's on an upcoming card, and she would be fighting in a catchweight contest as she currently fell just outside the lightweight division limit.

Emma offered Brianne one bit of advice above all others for now; ‘make sure you’re comfortable fighting in front of a crowd. Even if it’s just a couple of people, it can feel different. If you want to talk about anything beforehand at all, and I mean anything’ she offered, ‘just shout, you know where to find me!’ Brianne said she would definitely lean on Emma’s advice and experience in the build up, but then it was time for the evening’s main event, or at least the preparations to begin anyway as Debbie asked me to show Daisy and her husband to the basement changing room, while she headed to her bedroom with Jemma in tow, leaving Emma, Brianne and Beth to chat in the lounge for a moment or two before heading for to the basement to await the two fighters. As was often the case with two women who were keen to get at each other, we weren’t waiting long, and Daisy came out of the basement changing room at pretty much the same time as Jemma led Debbie down the stairs into the basement, both ladies slipping through the ropes into the ring. In the viewing area, Beth had decided to lose her jeans and t-shirt so that she wore just a metallic gold bikini for her role as ring girl. I noticed as well that Jemma had decided to change into her often favoured pre-match look of a summer dress, and she was barefoot and bare legged beneath it. Emma noticed it too, tutting ‘honestly, that girl gets through clothes like they’re going out of fashion!’

‘Don’t worry Emma’ Brianne laughed, looking at Jemma, ‘I think you’re fairly safe on that look; that’s not going out of fashion ever!’

The main event though was the two ladies inside the ring, who I now stood in between while Beth paraded a large number 1 card on the outside of the ring just in case anyone had forgotten which session we were in already. Both ladies wore strappy dresses and thigh boots at the moment, each favouring a flat soled style that suggested they would fight in them. Both looked at each other, ready to fight, anxious to get at each other but no overt anger towards the other. That would come soon enough I was sure when they started to fight, so I decided to keep the introductions to a minimum to let them at each other. ‘Ladies, you’ve both agreed to the rules of the fight, please stick to them. Don’t make me send someone better qualified than me in here to stop you’ I said, looking at Emma and Brianne who both laughed. ‘So, on my left is Daisy Peters; Daisy is 45 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 146lbs, and measures 36C-27-38 with a record of 10 wins and 2 defeats.’ On the sofa now, Emma, Brianne and Beth, who had stopped parading her ring card around now, applauded Daisy before I continued. ‘On my right is Debbie McArthur. Debbie is 58 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 149lbs and measures 36D-27-37 with a record of 27 wins and 16 losses.’ As the sofa area of the room applauded for Debbie now, I continued ‘Ladies, once I’m out of the ring, feel free to start’ beating a hasty retreat as the two women stayed in their corners, Debbie wearing a bronze coloured mini dress with deep brown thigh boots, while Daisy wore red with black thigh boots.

‘Ready bitch?’ Debbie asked.

‘Ready old lady’ Daisy continued, and both started to circle, Debbie having one last surprise up her sleeve for the curly haired brunette as she pulled her dress off with a flourish and would fight just in her thigh boots it seemed. She displayed a neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair that Daisy’s eyes lit up at seeing as she declared ‘I’ll snatch that bald you stupid cow!’

‘I’m sure you’ll try’ Debbie said, ‘but why don’t you lose the dress as well? I want to hurt you, but I don’t see any reason to ruin that dress, it’s not done anything to offend me yet...’ she told Daisy.

She may have been thrown off her game for the briefest moment, but Daisy didn’t show it, removing her dress and stepping out of her tiny red G-string to match Debbie’s attire perfectly. ‘You were a bit overdressed anyway you little tramp!’ Debbie said and the fight was on immediately as the two rushed into each other, breast to breast, one hand in the other’s hair and both started to slap and scratch away to the body of the other woman. ‘Cunt!’ Debbie snarled as Daisy’s sharp, red painted, nails sunk into her left breast for a moment. ‘Bitch!’ Daisy retorted as she felt Debbie’s own bronze painted nails find a target in her breast as well. Daisy punched to the body, Debbie responded with a knee to the belly, both groaned and carried on regardless with slaps to the face before going back to the breasts. ‘OOOWWW, fucking bitch!’ Debbie protested, ‘too much for you, you old slag?’ Daisy enquired, but she too was moaning in pain as Debbie showed she knew just as well how to maul a woman. Then she shrieked in pain as Daisy proved that she was good to her word, switching her target and pulling out some of that neatly trimmed bush and letting it fall from her fingers to the mat.

‘I told you cunt!’ Daisy said to Debbie, ‘I’m going to snatch you bald down there, bitch!’ Then she groaned as Debbie slammed a punch into her belly button, taking her breath away a little as she took advantage to back Daisy up into her own corner, giving her husband a close up of the action. She worked away with two punches to the body, but then went to the hair and simply pressed her body into Daisy there against the corner post. Daisy moaned as she felt herself bent back over the top rope by the hair. Daisy as always though had claws and a feisty attitude, sinking those nails into Debbie’s right shoulder now, causing Debbie to cry out ‘fucking bitch!’ as things got pretty catty, pretty quickly. Debbie adjusted her grip of the hair now so that it allowed her press her thumb into Daisy’s cheek while at the same time, she got her nails into the curly haired brunette’s scalp too. Daisy whined, feeling the pain, but she wasn’t releasing her fierce claw hold on Debbie’s shoulder either just yet. At least not until Debbie caught her with a leather covered knee right in the stomach that drove the wind out of Daisy. Now Debbie showed her experience as a catfighter, quickly throwing Daisy down to the mat by the hair and she was on her fast. Landing heavily, Debbie trapped Daisy’s arms against her side, unleashed a quick flurry of slaps to the face, and then sunk her nails straight into a largely defenceless Daisy’s breasts. ‘I’ll rip them up you cheap little hooker!’ Debbie told the room, and Daisy in particular. ‘Submit!’ she demanded now.

‘Fuck off you old slag!’ Daisy shot back, telling Debbie ‘it barely tickles!’ in defiance. But then she screamed out in pain as Debbie really worked her breasts hard. Then another flurry of right handed slaps went into the face while Debbie continued to work breast and nipple with her left and Daisy quickly decided to submit to prevent any further damage early in the fight. She was happy to be helped up by Debbie, although I don’t think Debbie’s slap to her butt, sending her back towards her corner, aided Daisy’s overall demeanour as she stewed in the corner for the three minutes between rounds, staring at Debbie.

Ever the attentive corner girl, Jemma pointed out ‘I think you made her mad Grandma!’ as she clocked the look on Daisy’s face.

‘Don’t worry honey, that’s the plan. She’ll be much more fun if she’s feeling extra bitchy’ Debbie smiled, causing Jemma to laugh as she replied ‘OK then…..makes sense, I guess.’

I got the impression that round one had been a warm up for both ladies though, and the interval between rounds had been more a learning experience for Jemma than anything else. After Beth had paraded the round 2 card at ringside, both women were quickly back into it, exchanging slaps and verbal barbs from reasonably close quarters in the opening moments. Neither looked to tie up, content instead to give and receive the stinging slaps to the body. ‘Dirty cow!’ Debbie protested as Daisy made sure to drag her nails as a slap landed across Debbie’s breasts. Debbie responded in kind though, with a slap and nail drag, preferring to aim a little lower across the belly, and both women now displayed their first war wounds of the match in the way of angry nail marks to the body. Debbie went back to the face with a slap that landed hard enough, but then had to desperately avoid a kick to the crotch. Forced to take that on the thigh, she was knocked back for a moment as Daisy taunted her ‘nearly cunt punted you then slag!’

She wasn’t wrong, but Debbie rejoined the battle relatively unscathed, telling Daisy ‘shut it bitch!’ as she punched to the body now. That landed well, but Daisy was here to fight, and although she groaned in pain, she managed to get her nails into Debbie’s shoulder again, just starting to trouble her there. It was something she had used to good effect against Elaine I recalled as Debbie pulled clear and aimed a kick of her own to catch Daisy on the thigh. Then both were into the hair again as fall two started to heat up quickly with Daisy able to force Debbie back to a neutral corner. Debbie raised a knee to defend herself against a knee strike, only to find Daisy a step ahead, ripping at her bush once more to draw an anguished shriek from Debbie. ‘I told you old lady...fucking bald!’ Daisy taunted again, brushing hair from her fingers, confident in the fact that Debbie had no chance of recourse against her in the same style with her neatly waxed pussy, A short right hand caught Debbie low in the belly now, rocking her a little and she tried to clinch for a moment. That looked a mistake for a moment as she took a knee to the body, but then she had Daisy’s face pulled in close for a standing smother in the corner. A potentially telling counter from Debbie, but one which drew no immediate panic from Daisy, even as Debbie told her it was ‘time to go for a nap you fucking dirty whore!’

Daisy groaned and whined, perhaps the first sounds of desperation from her in the fight, muffled as they were by Debbie’s breasts in her face. But as Debbie implied she was dirty in her insult, what she had done was describe the curly haired brunette’s fighting style to perfection. She went to the body with a slashing nail rake, then went straight to a standing crotch maul, almost challenging Debbie to a battle of wills. She made no real attempt to break free of the smother for now, suggesting it wasn’t perhaps the most air tight of smothers after all, while she made Debbie shriek when we fingers found the mark with the crotch claw to hurt her. ‘OOOWWW, you fucking cunt!’ Debbie protested, hurting from the crotch attack, and then powerless to stop Daisy breaking out of the smother when she decided to try and control Daisy’s crotch claw with her own right hand. Daisy continued to work the crotch claw with the knowledge that it was punishing Debbie, keeping her distracted too before she leaned forward and sunk her teeth into her right shoulder. Now Debbie threw her head back and roared in pain, able to control the claw hold but powerless to do anything it seemed against the biting attack.

‘Fucking biting me!’ she whined, in clear pain from the molar mauling she was on the receiving end of.

‘What of it bitch? Stop fucking whingeing!’ Daisy admonished her before going back in with the teeth quickly to force an equalising submission from Debbie who cried out in agony ‘I fucking submit!’

‘Thought so granny’ Daisy teased, just holding the crotch claw for a second longer before heading for her corner having angered Debbie just enough to show she could play it that way too. It was a seething Debbie who went back to the corner to find Jemma as the voice of reason when she complained ‘the cheating cunt! I’ll tear her apart!’

‘Grandma, sit down and relax’ Jemma told her. ‘She’s just trying to wind you up like you did to her in the first fall. Now are you going to let her or not?’ she asked, eyeing the bite marks on Debbie’s shoulder. Evidently Jemma decided that they needed to treated with a spot of ice, making Debbie yelp in surprise as she applied it with great enthusiasm.

It made Debbie laugh though as she told Jemma ‘you’ll never make a nurse honey, I think you might have to stick to fighting instead!’ The red mist had cleared though, for now at least, Debbie returning to a calmer, more calculating mode again as Beth paraded the number 3 card, to show that the start of the next session was thirty seconds away. ‘You know Grandma’ Jemma now advised from the outside, ‘you once told me that I should make sure I was a bitch in there’ she said, looking towards the ring. ‘Well, I think that applies here too, so I’m returning your advice, and now you need to be a bitch!’ she beamed as the two fighters got up to start the third session. Daisy as always was a complex character; as friendly as she was outside the ring, she was someone who really transformed when she stepped on to the mats to fight. Here was no different as she told Debbie ‘don’t worry about your shoulder you old slapper, it’ll be looking a lot worse when I’m finished with you today!’

Debbie responded, not with words but with action this time, slapping the taste right out of Daisy’s mouth, and the fight was back on in earnest for session three. Both went to the hair with both hands now, stood forehead to forehead, and tried to bully the other back around the ring, all the time trading insults. ‘Fucking dirty cunt!’ Debbie snarled as she felt Daisy’s nails searing her scalp once more. ‘Fuck you, slut!’ Daisy fired back, then moaned in pain as she felt her head roughly forced to the side by Debbie’s tight grip of her hair. A thumb pressed into her cheek too, adding to the discomfort for a moment, but then she slashed her nails across Debbie’s belly, causing her plenty of discomfort too. Both ladies contemplated kicks and knees, neither really getting through with any real effect as the hair tug of war continued around the ring through the first part of the session. Both seemed quite happy to stick with the approach, and evenly matched in power, both found the other pretty hard to move off the centre of the ring for now. They were enjoying the tussle though, an occasional knee landing to the body from both, largely ineffective or at least ignored by both ladies who were fully engrossed in this head to head challenge.

It was going to take something to break the headlock it appeared, and it was Debbie who found it after taking a knee to the stomach from Daisy. Evidently that one was one too many for Debbie to take so she broke off from the hair pulling for the moment to surprise Daisy with a rake of the eyes before both hands were back in her hair to force the disoriented blonde back to the corner quickly. There, she planted the sole of her boot into Daisy’s belly, and sent her wheeling through the air with a monkey flip. Daisy took a heavy landing towards the centre of the ring, and found Debbie waiting on her to slowly rise, straight into a tight front headlock. That gave Debbie control as she cranked her arms tightly around Daisy’s head and neck, and then sent two knee lifts up into her body, sending the curly haired brunette to the mat. Advantage to Debbie, particularly as she quickly forced Daisy back to her feet to deliver a crotch crushing atomic drop, foregoing the more traditional waist lock to simply dig her nails into Daisy’s butt to lift her that way. Daisy collapsed to the mat, clutching her assaulted womanhood and groaning loudly in pain as Debbie had control of the session now. From that long hair pulling stalemate at the start of the fall, it moved quickly towards an end now, Debbie delivering a leg drop and quickly converting that to a tight figure four head scissors from behind.

Now the leather of her thigh boots helped her in three ways, creating great grip as she crossed her ankles while the leather material was a little harsher against Daisy’s face. Perhaps most telling of the three, it protected her legs from Daisy’s scratching which was pointless when faced with legs encased in leather. Those legs were in tight around her head too, framing her face with their crushing power, causing Daisy to groan in pain with each flex of the legs from Debbie. In truth, it was almost as effective as a sleeper hold in punishing Daisy, even before Debbie started to slap her face hard, leading to a pretty quick submission from the brunette who realised she was trapped and tapped furiously at Debbie’s legs. This time, Debbie was happy to allow Daisy to find her own way up rather than helping her as she sauntered back to her corner, displaying a degree of a confident swagger. Jemma looked pleased with the way her fighter had performed too, but I think both knew that, as Daisy picked herself up off the mat now, there may still be some way to go in this match just yet.

‘God, I want to punch that old bitch in the face!’ Daisy remarked as she headed back to her corner now, mad that she’d lost the last submission.

Having overhead, Debbie shot back ‘we can do that if you want it you little bitch?’ from across the ring, adding ‘I hit hard though, and you’re a bit of a pussy, so you might want to think twice about it!’

‘I’m not scared of you old lady!’ Daisy sneered across the ring. ‘Take those fucking boots off as well, let me use my nails on all of your body properly!’ she challenged in return.

‘Sure’ Debbie smiled, taking off her boots and handing them out to Jemma as Daisy did the same in her corner, so that both women would join the fight for session four completely naked, and in action that was pretty much moving towards no holds barred in style now. Beth paraded the round 4 sign as the resumption of hostilities neared, and I found myself thinking back to the very first time I’d seen Debbie fighting, right here in this same ring against Shelly Sands. Back then, the rules had been that you could attack what was uncovered; a rule that would have been pretty redundant in this fight now as both naked fighters started to circle each other. Debbie and Daisy were both in tremendous shape, women who wanted to fight, and both could easily have passed for younger than they were too as they moved with a fluid ease around the ring. Right now though, both had their sights set on hurting the other again as the verbal jousting restarted.

‘I’m going to break you now, you old bitch!’ Daisy shot across the ring at Debbie. ‘You’ve done well for an OAP, but I’m finishing you now bitch!’

‘Youthful confidence is just getting you a beat down from an old lady’ Debbie mocked in reply. ‘And when I’m done with you, I might just put you across my knee like the little tramp that you are!’

Then the slaps started, to face and body, as each woman favoured attack over defence to land their blows on the other early in the session. Debbie spotted the chance to land a short right hand to the mouth, knowing that at times, the surprise value of a punch to the face could be enough to really rock an opponent. Daisy took a couple of steps back, wiped her mouth, smiled, and came back in for more, straight away hurting Debbie with nails slashed across her breasts to draw a shriek of discomfort from her. A few more blows were exchanged at range now, then there was an almost mutual double hair pull, perhaps instigated by Daisy but immediately reciprocated by Debbie. Forehead to forehead, hands pulling hard at the hair, both women spat insults at each other as they started to work with knees to the body, each groaning as they felt the other striking them. ‘Come on bitch!’ Daisy taunted, feeling perhaps that she was starting to get the better of things, forcing Debbie back a little. Debbie set her feet though, caught Daisy with two good knees to the body, and looked suddenly like she might be winning the long battle of wills at the start of the round. Not so though as Daisy caught her with a straight knee lift to the crotch, drawing a cry of ‘fucking bitch!’ from Debbie as she found the fight driven from her body for a moment.

Now it was Daisy’s turn to strike hard, going with an uppercut to the chin that quickly had Debbie rocked upright and in trouble. More so as the curly haired brunette took the chance to rip at her bush again first, before hoisting her to deliver a big body slam at the centre of the ring. ‘Owwww….fuck!’ Debbie moaned as she hit the mat hard, and Daisy was on her fast, a kick to the side rolling Debbie to her front before an elbow drop landed across her lower back. Staying down on top of Debbie for a moment now, Daisy showed how she loved to use her claws to great effect, raking Debbie from ankle to shoulder with both sets of nails, enjoying the shriek that raised before hooking her nails into Debbie’s shoulder where the bite marks clearly showed her target. ‘AAAAGGGGHHHH, you dirty fucking cow! Aiiieeeee’ Debbie protested loudly now, trapped in a position not dissimilar to the once Daisy had used to finish off Elaine in their last fight. Her shoulder claw perhaps hadn’t had quite the same amount of work before it to set Debbie up as she invited her to ‘submit you old bag!’

‘AAAGGGHHHHH!’ Debbie whined, feeling the claw, but she told Daisy ‘NO!’ all the same, refusing to submit to the painful claw hold. Daisy wasn’t worried though, taking the chance to work her nails hard and draw another loud moan of pain from Debbie. ‘Don’t make me really hurt you, cunt!’ Daisy spat at Debbie now who responded, telling her to ‘fuck off, slag!’, but she was in some trouble now. Daisy moved away from the shoulder for a moment to grab hair with her left hand. Pulling Debbie’s face off the mat with that handful of hair, Daisy sent in a nasty cross-face with her right arm, forearm crashing into the side of Debbie’s face before she tried to secure a hand smother. Debbie may have felt the cross-face but she was in no mood to allow the smother to remain in place, and she flailed back with elbows, catching Daisy in the body. That knocked Daisy away for the briefest moment as she called Debbie a ‘fucking slag!’ and then came back in with a short elbow drop around the back of the head. Debbie looked dazed, and Daisy fancied her chances of evening up the score as she forced Debbie to her feet and backed her up into a corner opposite Debbie’s own corner. The curly haired brunette had plans to send Debbie into her own corner hard, telling her ‘I’m going to finish you off right in front of your cute little granddaughter bitch!’ as she sent her in. She rushed in after Debbie, looking to catch her with a clothesline perhaps there in the corner, but now she committed a mistake, carelessly running into Debbie’s raised knees to crush the air from her. Daisy dropped to the mat in that corner, and Debbie wasted no time, in burying a hard kick to her belly. Now it was Daisy in some big trouble and she found that she too was up against an uncompromising opponent.

Debbie forced the screeching brunette up off the mats and sent a knee lift into her breasts, keeping a good hold of her hair to make sure that she stayed upright. Immediately, Debbie lifted her and delivered an across the knee back breaker, drawing a cry of protest from Daisy as Debbie asked her ‘how do you like that you little whore?’ There was no respite for the younger woman now, Debbie stretching across her knee for a moment, mauling breasts and pussy before shoving her to the mat. Daisy landed with a thud on the mat, and quickly found Debbie rubbing the sole of her foot across her face in a derisory move for a few seconds. The curly haired brunette may have moaned ‘you bitch!’ but she wasn’t putting up a lot of resistance just now to Debbie’s continued attacks. That continued as Debbie used the hair to lift her and then slam her face into the corner post just in front of Jemma. As Jemma looked on approvingly, Debbie grabbed Daisy’s shoulder and spun her so that her back was to the corner now. Then she delivered two slaps to the face, hard enough to persuade Daisy to cover up, presenting her belly as a target for a big right hand. That doubled Daisy forward, slumping against Debbie’s right shoulder, but it also brought her dirty fighting instincts to the fore as she sunk her teeth into Debbie’s shoulder once more. ‘OOOOWWWWW YOU FUCKING BITCH!!’ Debbie screeched loudly in protest, her eyes screwed shut in momentary pain before she responded, driving the air from Daisy’s body with another hard right hand, forcing her to break the molar maul and suck some air in.

Debbie sent her shoulder up into Daisy’s jaw too, rocking her head back as it sent her back against the corner post once more, and it was all Debbie now as she quickly lifted and body slammed Daisy, still near to her own corner. Not quite done with dishing out the punishment just yet, she forced Daisy upright, telling her ‘get up slag!’ as she forced her to her feet by the hair. A waist lock and pussy pounding atomic drop followed, and now Daisy dropped back to the mat, howling in pain from that move, and Debbie moved in, looking for a submission now. She planned this one to be a match winner I fancied and I wasn’t at all surprised to see her soften Daisy up some more, dropping to her knees to headbutt her in the crotch. ‘OOOFFF!’ Daisy groaned loudly now, suddenly aware that she was getting roundly beaten up by Debbie. She reached for the hair, but Debbie was a step ahead of her, flicking her hair out of range before she rolled Daisy to her belly A knee drop, right into the small of the back, suggested to me that Debbie was about to go to the single leg boston crab and pussy claw. Instead, just as she had done when I’d first seen her take on and defeat Shelly Sands in this very ring, she settled for a very well applied conventional version of the boston crab.

It was obviously painful too for the ailing younger woman, trapped by her older foe who leaned back into the hold, torquing her back to punish her, forcing Daisy to cry out in pain ‘Aaaaggggh….my fucking back!’

As I noticed Beth looking on with great interest at this punishing hold, Debbie told Daisy ‘submit the match you little pussy! Admit I’m the better woman!’

‘Noooooo…..mmmnngghhh!’ Daisy cried out, quickly moaning in pain as Debbie continued to ramp up the pressure. She ramped it up mentally too, telling Daisy ‘I can do this all day long, don’t make the old lady hurt you, bitch!’

‘Aagghhhh! Nooooo…….get off me you cunt…...Aiiieeeee!’ Daisy protested now, Debbie leaning that little bit more into the hold following that latest insult from Daisy. Debbie knew that she had her, and she was content to take her time now, increasing the pressure, and the pain for Daisy a fraction at a time.

‘Give up! Submit the fucking match!’ Debbie demanded now, and following a scream of pain again, it was over, Daisy crying out ‘My fucking back!! OOOWWW…..I submit…..the match!’

The fight was over and Debbie had run out the winner in what was planned to be her last ever match, and there was obviously a sense of some relief for her. As was her way, with the match over, Daisy was happy to accept a hug from her as Debbie helped her to her feet. Daisy was one of those women who seemed to have to get into ‘bitch mode’ to fight, but would come out of it in seconds following the match. Although there had still been a degree of edge after she’d fought Elaine both times, that wasn’t the case with Debbie and her. Both women simply slipped back on the dresses they’d been wearing, and sat in the ring chatting after Debbie had sent Emma and I to get drinks for everyone. She was back to the being the host of a group of friends and family it seemed, transformed in the same way Daisy had been at the end of the fight.

‘I do love the way you fight’ Debbie told Daisy now. ‘Don’t take this wrong, but you are such a bitch in there!’

‘Thanks….I think’ Daisy laughed in return.

‘Too many girls fight a little bit like robots’ Debbie elaborated. ‘You fight like you mean it and it’s the most natural thing to you. Thanks for being my last match!’

‘Well I was kind of honoured you asked’’ Daisy admitted. ‘I mean, I knew about you from the various sites but I always thought that you were done with it all?’ she said.

‘I thought I was too’ Debbie admitted ‘and I am now, but when I saw you fight against Elaine, I knew I had to try you out’ she told Daisy.

‘Are you sure you’re really done this time mum?’ Emma asked now. ‘I mean, you have retired from fighting quite a few times before…’ she laughed.

‘No, I think I’m really, really done this time’ Debbie smiled, adding ‘though I guess you never know…’ with a mischievous glint in her eye. ‘And Jem, when I’m done making a few improvements to the ring in a few of weeks time, this can be your new fighting base if you want it. Total privacy for you and Beth to host your fights, whenever you want it!’

The look on Jemma’s face suggested she very much approved of the plan as she gushed ‘thanks Grandma!’ before asking ‘so what are you going to do the place then?’

‘Just you wait and see’ Debbie told her. ‘But I think you’ll like the outcome of it all!’